<?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-19147711</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:00:56.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nincompoops!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>229</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-115582332724161985</id><published>2006-08-17T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T22:03:40.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>byebye blogger.</title><content type='html'>BYEBYE BLOGSPOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="HTTP://ITSLIZ.LIVEJOURNAL.COM"&gt;HTTP://ITSLIZ.LIVEJOURNAL.COM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-115582332724161985?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/115582332724161985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=115582332724161985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115582332724161985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115582332724161985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/08/byebye-blogger.html' title='byebye blogger.'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-115580209156418815</id><published>2006-08-17T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T16:11:16.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i feel like a fucking tap</title><content type='html'>OMFgosh, i feel like a fucking tap. and its been like ages since ive been this sick. URG. its the bloody exams. BUT ive got like NO-SCHOOL-DAYS this week and the next, so it's all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and michelle's been in ICU for two weeks, i'm worried for her. its like almost stage 4 of her condition already, crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;GET WELL SOON, MICHELLE.&lt;/span&gt; i'll pray for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-115580209156418815?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/115580209156418815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=115580209156418815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115580209156418815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115580209156418815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-feel-like-fucking-tap.html' title='i feel like a fucking tap'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-115564540945717394</id><published>2006-08-15T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T20:36:49.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Won't Be the Last</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;She said "I don't ever wanna feel this way again"&lt;br /&gt;She said "I don't ever wanna fall in love again"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throw away those empty letters,&lt;br /&gt;Chuck them up as bad memories&lt;br /&gt;Now build your bridge, just to build it higher&lt;br /&gt;All it takes is time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wait to get your chance&lt;br /&gt;Don't stop, its like romance&lt;br /&gt;Just thrown at each other and run&lt;br /&gt;Don't try to find someone&lt;br /&gt;Cause they'll find you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-115564540945717394?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/115564540945717394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=115564540945717394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115564540945717394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115564540945717394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/08/you-wont-be-last.html' title='You Won&apos;t Be the Last'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-115564531618712224</id><published>2006-08-15T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T20:35:16.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shit, stammering sucks )):</title><content type='html'>I HAD ENGLISH O'S ORAL TODAY AND I FUCKEN STAMMERED MY WAY THROUGH. SHIT, I SHOULD TAKE LIKE SPEECH LESSONS OR SOMETHING. )): IF THEY DON'T GIVE ME THAT DISTINCTION I'M SO GONNA BE UPSET. URG. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND IVE GOT MY OWN LAPPY, THAT MAKES 2 NOW! WOOHOOO! WELL I HAVE TO SHARE WITH SISTER BUT SHE RARELY MAKES USE SO YES. JOY! ROFL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;annd i think ive made up my mind about going for saturday trainings, i'm not gonna go down unless something cropps up. last week's attendance was shiet. so yes, i'm gonna spend my wekends better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Walked out this morning I dont believe what I saw&lt;br /&gt;A hundred billion bottles washed up on the shore&lt;br /&gt;Seems I'm not alone at being alone&lt;br /&gt;A hundred billion castaways all looking for a home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-115564531618712224?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/115564531618712224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=115564531618712224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115564531618712224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115564531618712224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/08/shit-stammering-sucks.html' title='shit, stammering sucks )):'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-115554127062902816</id><published>2006-08-14T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T15:41:10.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I WANT YOU, PLEASE!</title><content type='html'>I've seen suckers lose themselves in the games they learn to play, &lt;br /&gt;Children love to sing but then their voices slowly fade away. &lt;br /&gt;People always take a step away from what is true, &lt;br /&gt;That's why I like you around, &lt;br /&gt;I want you. &lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you make me want you. &lt;br /&gt;An open invitation to the dance, &lt;br /&gt;Happenstance set the vibe that we are in, &lt;br /&gt;No apology because my urge is genuine, &lt;br /&gt;And the mystery of your rhythm is so feminine. &lt;br /&gt;Here I am and I want to take a hit, &lt;br /&gt;Of your scent and it bit, &lt;br /&gt;So deep into my soul, &lt;br /&gt;I want you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-115554127062902816?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/115554127062902816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=115554127062902816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115554127062902816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115554127062902816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-want-you-please.html' title='I WANT YOU, PLEASE!'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-115547335416106529</id><published>2006-08-13T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T20:49:15.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1] Is there someone who you like at the moment?&lt;br /&gt;- Do i like him? rofl, we'll have to find out about that though. HIS COMPANY IS THE SEX YO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2] Have you ever given or been given roses?&lt;br /&gt;- yeahyeahyeah! i've still got the toy rose that bestie gave me for like my 15th birthday i think. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3] What is your all time favorite romance movie?&lt;br /&gt;- LOVE ACTUALLY! my one and only love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4] How many times can you honestly say you've been in love?&lt;br /&gt;- Actually, i might have been. Just that it feels like ages ago since ive felt that way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5] Do you believe that everyone has a soul-mate?&lt;br /&gt;- Yeah, probably. Why not? If they believe in love at first sight, why not having a soulmate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6] Do you think that you should become friends with someone first?&lt;br /&gt;- Definitely. imagine having a blind date with your BOYFRIEND whom youve never met before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7] Have you ever had your heart broken?&lt;br /&gt;- hasn't everyone have had a piece of that shit?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8] What do you think about long-distance&lt;br /&gt;relationships?&lt;br /&gt;- I have no idea. why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9] Your thoughts on online relationships?&lt;br /&gt;- That guy must be one helluva sweet talker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10] Would you rather date someone five years older or five years younger?&lt;br /&gt;- Older definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11] Have you ever seen a friend as more than a friend?&lt;br /&gt;- uhhh, in what terms? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 How many kids do you want to have?&lt;br /&gt;- a boy and a girl (: enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14] Do you usually fall for a wrong boy/girl or the right boy/girl?&lt;br /&gt;- WHAT? how am i supposed to know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15] What is/are your favorite color(s)?&lt;br /&gt;- i like pink and green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17] Have you ever broken someone's heart?&lt;br /&gt;- shrugs. i might've unintentionally. don't know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-115547335416106529?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/115547335416106529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=115547335416106529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115547335416106529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115547335416106529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/08/1-is-there-someone-who-you-like-at.html' title=''/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-115538963141394466</id><published>2006-08-12T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T21:33:51.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>omfgosh</title><content type='html'>I. AM. LIKE. PISSED. NOW. LIKE. MAJORLY. ARG. (where's bestie and nathan when you need them? *isulk )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think the team's a joke, and i don't want to go down for hockey on saturdays anymore. really. ive got a truckload of ways to spend it. and for the love of hockey, i'm not gonna train with 'wildvines' anymore. if it still exists la. you know, we just planned to take part in the APC at the end of the year and i don't feel like it anymore. this is bullshit. i love hockey so much i hate it now. fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need like HIGH SONGS. ARGH. IM GONNA BLOW LA. I PROBABLY NEED SOME CHEESY POP GROUP TO CHEER ME UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i found bestie. now nath's missing. ): haha wtf, i haven't looked forward to talking to someone so much in like ages. but he's niceee *FAT ASS GRINS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-115538963141394466?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/115538963141394466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=115538963141394466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115538963141394466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115538963141394466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/08/omfgosh.html' title='omfgosh'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-115531129788109762</id><published>2006-08-11T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T23:48:17.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I DRIFT YO.</title><content type='html'>omfgosh, i haven't had this much fun in like AGES. been going out alot this week and i feel good. :D Nad's SKINS performance was pretty amazing. Don's party on Wednesday was fun, met new people! made shepherd's pie and tiramisu. IT TURNED OUT NICE! yay for me. (and mommy). ((: we played at the playground after the food and played with this spinning thingamajig. it was fun but bad cause ive got like motion sickness if ive got an overdose. so yes, the sister puked in the car and i puked when i got home. thursday was study day. BUT I HADNT HAD SUCH A GREAT SLEEP EVER SINCE AGES AGO! cause i woke up at like 11+. wheeee. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to school today, with AMath test. ): but i think i fared pretty okay. SO WE WERE GETTING BACK CHINESE O'S RESULTS TODAY. I GOT A C5 WHICH ISNT FANTASTIC, BUT ISNT THAT BAD EITHER. CONSIDERING THE AMOUNT OF PEOPLE WHO WERE KINDA EXPECTING ME TO FAIL. OHWELLS. MOMMY'S PRETTY HAPPY WITH IT, IRONICALLY. BUT YES. feels good. then i was track gathering at the last minute. WHICH WAS REALLY REALLY LAST MINUTE, but at least i showed up. though i felt really really really bad when i was leaving. but but. pffft. i left anyway, since i was like the only senior there and i was the only one from sprints besides victoria. urg. ohwells. went to marina to catch tokyo drift. (((: good stuff, even though i like missed the first part but yeah. i enjoyed. watched fireworks. and slacked around until 10 when i left. and i think i'm hardcore Zara fan cause i don't seem to find any other nice clothes around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im feeling sentimental. like. now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-115531129788109762?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/115531129788109762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=115531129788109762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115531129788109762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115531129788109762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-drift-yo.html' title='I DRIFT YO.'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-115509907229310634</id><published>2006-08-09T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T12:51:12.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its National Day.</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Singapore.rofl. i love you cause its given me a three day holiday-break from school. (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel went missing when we were finally got the cake out for him. pffft. Birthday boy went missing on his birthday party. and and The Bayshore's like a romantic place at night. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-115509907229310634?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/115509907229310634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=115509907229310634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115509907229310634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115509907229310634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-national-day.html' title='Its National Day.'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-115487409112887708</id><published>2006-08-06T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T22:21:31.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>patheticc</title><content type='html'>i THINK. i'm starting to suck really bad at hockey. either that i'm getting fat and am unable to skate as hard or whatever. but ARGH. AM. REALLY. ANNOYED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominic from UK's gonna be in Singapore for like a year for work. and omfgosh, his accent is cute. haha. Picture this, cute british fella with blue (i think) eyes, tall, real good at hockey, soft brown hair and witty. more guys like him should be around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've gotta wear red and white on Tuesday. annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND WAKEBOARDING! HERE I COME! WHEE. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-115487409112887708?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/115487409112887708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=115487409112887708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115487409112887708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115487409112887708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/08/patheticc.html' title='patheticc'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-115487319182753885</id><published>2006-08-06T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T22:06:31.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>QUIZZIE AGAIN.</title><content type='html'>01) What is your phone type?&lt;br /&gt;- N70. but it so totally sucks. i'm thinking of like really really wrecking my phone so that i can get my SonyEricsson and THEN I CAN SO TOTALLY BOYCOTT NOKIA. PFFFT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02) What's the last 3 digits of your mobile number?&lt;br /&gt;- 397&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03) What does the 2nd message in your inbox say?:&lt;br /&gt;- "Hey, i'll be usher this friday so i can see you. (:"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04) Who's the first person who comes up under the letter m?:&lt;br /&gt;- Marcel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05) Who's the last person you rang?:&lt;br /&gt;- Zhongjie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06) Who was your last missed call from?&lt;br /&gt;- Zhongjie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07) Who is the 9th person who comes up under i?&lt;br /&gt;- the only one i have under i is Isi! how pathetic, but yes. don't know many 'I' people, do i?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08) What does the last message in your inbox say?:&lt;br /&gt;- uhhh. "rofl, are there any left now then?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09) Who is the 3rd person who comes up under F?&lt;br /&gt;- Fir. ( i don't know many F people either.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Go to your Sent Items, what does the 5th msg say?&lt;br /&gt;- "HongKong Street? isn't that like the one in EastWood? unfair, i'm hungry. playing hockey now, going home soon though. :D"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) Who is the 4th person who comes up under S?:&lt;br /&gt;- Sara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) What is your network provider?:&lt;br /&gt;- Starhub. Cheap plans but disgusting reception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) How many messages are currently in your inbox?:&lt;br /&gt;- 20 (that's just about how many i set my phone to save anyway.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) What do you have as your background?:&lt;br /&gt;- my background? uhm chocolate covered strawberries and cookies with a pretty striped white chocolate topping thing i found at Shangri-La. yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Who is the 2nd person who comes up under R?&lt;br /&gt;- Rex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) Who do you have on speed dial 3?:&lt;br /&gt;- huh. i don't like use speed dial?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) If you're on Pay as you Go, how much credit do you have?&lt;br /&gt;- none?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Who's the first person who comes up under C?:&lt;br /&gt;- Caiming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) How many bars of signal do you currently have?&lt;br /&gt;- 7! okay maybe starhub isnt that bad. -shrugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) What do you have as your main ringtone?&lt;br /&gt;- Take The Lead - Bone Thugs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-115487319182753885?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/115487319182753885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=115487319182753885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115487319182753885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115487319182753885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/08/quizzie-again.html' title='QUIZZIE AGAIN.'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-115474954565741235</id><published>2006-08-05T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T21:42:19.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shut up</title><content type='html'>"when i run away from you, i want you to follow me&lt;br /&gt;when i pout my lips, kiss me&lt;br /&gt;and when i kick, hug me tight&lt;br /&gt;when i call you crazy, it means, im crazy about you&lt;br /&gt;when i'm silent, im thinking of how to say i love you&lt;br /&gt;when i start ignoring you, im screaming for your attention&lt;br /&gt;when i pull away from you,&lt;br /&gt;please grab me and tell me you'll never let me go&lt;br /&gt;when you see me at my worst, tell me im beautiful&lt;br /&gt;sometimes when i scream at you, tell me you love me&lt;br /&gt;everytime you see me walking, sneak up behind me and hug me&lt;br /&gt;if i dont call you, im waiting by the phone for your call&lt;br /&gt;i actually care when i say i don't&lt;br /&gt;when im scared, hold me by the waist&lt;br /&gt;when i look like something's bothering me,&lt;br /&gt;kiss me and tell me everything will be alright&lt;br /&gt;baby, when i hold your hand, play with my fingers and kiss me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omfgosh, how does it feel like to be in love again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-115474954565741235?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/115474954565741235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=115474954565741235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115474954565741235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115474954565741235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/08/shut-up.html' title='shut up'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-115469057771403042</id><published>2006-08-04T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T19:22:57.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl, Interrupted.</title><content type='html'>omgosh, if only you could actually talk about something else other than girls. ever realised that the topic gets pretty dodgy after a while? goodness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway! i finally caught the entire show of Girl, Interrupted. and its an awesome show. reminds me of me actually. ohwells, loved it (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Susanna: I know what it's like to want to die. How it hurts to smile. How you try to fit in but you can't. How you hurt yourself on the outside to try to kill the thing on the inside. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-115469057771403042?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/115469057771403042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=115469057771403042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115469057771403042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115469057771403042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/08/girl-interrupted.html' title='Girl, Interrupted.'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-115453577953544051</id><published>2006-08-03T00:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T00:22:59.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brighter than Sunshine yo! :D</title><content type='html'>What a feeling in my soul &lt;br /&gt;Love burns brighter than sunshine &lt;br /&gt;Brighter than sunshine &lt;br /&gt;Let the rain fall, i don't care &lt;br /&gt;I'm yours and suddenly you're mine &lt;br /&gt;Suddenly you're mine &lt;br /&gt;And it's brighter than sunshine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-115453577953544051?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/115453577953544051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=115453577953544051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115453577953544051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115453577953544051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/08/brighter-than-sunshine-yo-d.html' title='Brighter than Sunshine yo! :D'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-115436413929369423</id><published>2006-08-01T00:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T00:42:19.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh ewwww. midnight swings are just about here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister's insanely terrible jokes are just about the only thing that's keeping me from becoming an emo kid. one went something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ping was involved in an accident with a lorry. The lorry driver was very upset about it and didnt want to let Ping anywhere near his truck. He drew a circle on the road and ordered Ping to stand in it and Ping was not allowed to step out of the circle cause the lorry driver would report him. (or something something like that). so Ping did exactly what he was told while the lorry driver went to check on his lorry. When he got back, he found Ping laughing so hard and cracking up so bad but he hadn't a clue why. So when he asked Ping, this is the reply he got. "You know, hahahaha, when you were checking your lorry, hahahaha, i, hahahaha, stepped out, hahahaha of the, hahahaha, circle, hahahaha, 3 TIMES without, hahahaha, you looking! hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay its not funny in words but my sister is full of shit. i swear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-115436413929369423?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/115436413929369423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=115436413929369423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115436413929369423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115436413929369423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/08/oh-ewwww.html' title=''/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-115436209939230429</id><published>2006-07-31T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T00:08:19.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YAWN</title><content type='html'>MMMS, varsity cup was fun. but it was super hot and it was difficult just sitting there and watching others play. its so sad when people ask why aren't i playing and i have to reply saying i don't have a team to play with. we shouldve made up and allstar junior team ROFL. so fun! marcus and i were rearing to play. ohwells, NTU won the cup. there was this huge fella, prochazka. like WHOA huge. poor ITE(a) were super tired cause they had to play back to back matches and it was without fir and iggy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so meanwhile i've been mugging for prelims and o's. the countdown stands at 44days to prelims and 91days o's. *shivers. and those two numbers seem to have significance. rofl. rena's #91 and caiming's #44. hahahah. funnay. okay that was random la. so anyway, ive been trying to catch naps inbetween classes and journeys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im even falling asleep now. crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-115436209939230429?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/115436209939230429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=115436209939230429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115436209939230429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115436209939230429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/07/yawn.html' title='YAWN'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-115419126834116565</id><published>2006-07-30T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T00:41:08.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sucha a wasted day. ):</title><content type='html'>today was a wasted day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-115419126834116565?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/115419126834116565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=115419126834116565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115419126834116565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115419126834116565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/07/sucha-wasted-day.html' title='sucha a wasted day. ):'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-115410444605851451</id><published>2006-07-29T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T00:34:06.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lake House</title><content type='html'>whee just got back from PS. Lake House was nice, but i'm still confused. i'm gonna spoil it for whoever's gonna watch cause i still don't get it. i thought that fella died, in the end he didn't. AHH rena and i were squealing away cause we thought he really died or whatever. rofl, hilarious shiet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-115410444605851451?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/115410444605851451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=115410444605851451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115410444605851451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115410444605851451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/07/lake-house.html' title='Lake House'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-115401967036048176</id><published>2006-07-28T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T01:01:10.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>y-o-u are making this hard.</title><content type='html'>omfgosh. i'm reduced to blog multiple entries a day. that's how bored i am. (other than studying and playing hockey and bumming around). and i'm tired and i'm cranky and PMS-ey. i hate periods, i hate periods, i hate periods. ): its like almost 1 and i don't feel like sleeping, i probably can't even if i wanted to. URG. there's PE tomorrow and i so don't feel like running, there's morning exercise before that i don't wanna do that stupid kickboxing shit anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck, i'm so not feeling alright. see, that's why i hate to stay up late cause the blues sets in. add in a melancholic love song, and voila, i'm moody again. lets see, how would it feel to 'fall in love' again? like it did the previous times or ride an entirely different rollercoaster ride that would be unchecked for safety cause it's got rusty edges and breaks that aren't working. you're going downhill at probably 220km/h and you can't stop. there's a turn at the end of the drop, there's like this turn. it's such a sharp turn that you'll be flung off the coaster, for sure. and after youre flung out, you fall into the dirt and you get hurt all over again. rawr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;conversations with my 13year old self&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-115401967036048176?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/115401967036048176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=115401967036048176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115401967036048176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115401967036048176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/07/y-o-u-are-making-this-hard.html' title='y-o-u are making this hard.'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-115399216006902681</id><published>2006-07-27T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T17:22:40.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leave me Alone.</title><content type='html'>i don't wanna wake up with another&lt;br /&gt;but i don't wanna always wake up with you either&lt;br /&gt;no, you can't hop into my shower&lt;br /&gt;all i ask for is one fuckin' hour&lt;br /&gt;you taste so sweet but i can't eat the same thing every day&lt;br /&gt;Cutting off the phone, leave me the fuck alone&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'll be beggin' you to come home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Go away! Give me a chance to miss you&lt;br /&gt;Say goodbye, It'll make me want to kiss you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-115399216006902681?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/115399216006902681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=115399216006902681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115399216006902681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115399216006902681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/07/leave-me-alone.html' title='Leave me Alone.'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-115398689787171968</id><published>2006-07-27T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T15:56:55.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHOOTS.</title><content type='html'>rofl, someone said i look like i'm alot happier and have a new boyfriend. =X tsktsk, happier yes, but still no boyfriend. and its so weird when people ask me if i have someone in mind and i tell them no, and its cause o's are so much more important at the moment. i realised that i get the jerks mostly. ): while sam's having fun with her caucasian friends. RAWR. not fair. this makes me sound like song love-deprived being. i want fun new friends too! pffft. once i revamp my myspace account. HAH i'll be unstoppable. rofl. i wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways ive FINALLY GOTTEN MY SONGS! i'm not that deprived anymore. Pink's new album is awesome. and then i got songs by Sandi Thom, Mcfly, The Veronicas and Ronan Keating. these are the songs that get my through the day but i can't load them onto my iPod. ): sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm a muggaholic now. studying like at least 5hours on top of school. goodness. save me. i'll probably be half-dead then. and you'll see me all dishevelled with HUGE EYEBAGS. rawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its the sappy love songs era again *sways to music*. this time, it doesnt hurt anymore, its more of bittersweet. (: it took me quite a while but yes it doesnt hurt anymore. i feel so bloody accomplished. *struts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I stood by the exit door of the hotel cafe&lt;br /&gt;He was playing with his band&lt;br /&gt;I've always been a sucker.&lt;br /&gt;Had a weakness for a boy with a guitar and a drink in his hand&lt;br /&gt;His words were like heaven in my hurricane&lt;br /&gt;My knees buckled under, I thought everyone was watching me&lt;br /&gt;Watching you save my life with the song&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's always one that gets away&lt;br /&gt;The one that sneaks up on you that slips away&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-115398689787171968?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/115398689787171968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=115398689787171968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115398689787171968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115398689787171968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/07/whoots.html' title='WHOOTS.'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-115390360543625838</id><published>2006-07-26T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T16:49:39.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day dreamer.</title><content type='html'>omgoodness. today's such a dreamy day. especially with me being shoved into the corner of the class. and sam's laughing at me cause i had to stand at the teacher's bench in the chem lab for daydreaming and looking out the window during class. pffft. i feel so laughed at. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simple scent of summer stole my heart for the last dance, the smell of two-stroke petrol from a moterbike we used to have. Those playing fields of cut grass you know high school left me kind of blue. Now with every sweet summer breeze i'll be thinking of you. Now i'm waiting for the sunset borderline, every suns gotta set with time. But i'll remember those moments forevermore as the days where nothing had changed at all. Found a long lost picture of the car we used to run, cotton candy coloured paintwork looked so faded in the sun, and that 6 o'clock sunrise you always used to drive me to. Guess that long lost picture will always have me thinking of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-115390360543625838?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/115390360543625838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=115390360543625838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115390360543625838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115390360543625838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/07/day-dreamer.html' title='day dreamer.'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-115375758417813001</id><published>2006-07-24T23:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T15:42:15.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IVE GOT YOU ((:</title><content type='html'>caiming: &lt;br /&gt;nOw i teach u de 1st main tip Of dribbling!~&lt;br /&gt;loOk up!~ wanna c a sample of wat i mean?&lt;br /&gt;liz. :&lt;br /&gt;okay&lt;br /&gt;(caiming sends picture of himself dribbling)&lt;br /&gt;liz. :&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha (literally rolls on the floor laughing)&lt;br /&gt;caiming:&lt;br /&gt;wahahahahz suddenly i tink my skin can stOp bullets!~&lt;br /&gt;liz.:&lt;br /&gt;shit i think i found the chinese superman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caiming's full of shit la. i thought it was some glam pro player from the NHL. and it end up being him. hahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The world would be a lonely place&lt;br /&gt;Without the one that puts a smile on your face&lt;br /&gt;So hold me 'til the sun burns out&lt;br /&gt;I won't be lonely when I'm down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I've got you to make me feel stronger&lt;br /&gt;When the days are rough and an hour feels much longer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never doubted you at all&lt;br /&gt;The stars collide, will you stand by and watch them fall? &lt;br /&gt;So hold me 'til the sky is clear&lt;br /&gt;And whisper words of love right into my ear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-115375758417813001?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/115375758417813001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=115375758417813001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115375758417813001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115375758417813001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/07/ive-got-you.html' title='IVE GOT YOU ((:'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-115370756684085125</id><published>2006-07-24T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T10:19:26.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SinBoonAnn Cup Day 2 (belated)</title><content type='html'>SBA Cup Day 2 was pretty fun. besides an additional cut on my lip. heh. and i scored. :D breakaway shot and if it didnt go in, i'd run myself into the boards. literally. the target didn't come down and play today. AWWW. ohwells. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PIRANHAS WON THE CUP. 7-2 WIN AGAINST KXK. :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm aching from yesterday, like majorly and it's painful. )))): my arm's trembling and i could barely hold my pen in class just now during math.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-115370756684085125?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/115370756684085125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=115370756684085125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115370756684085125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115370756684085125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/07/sinboonann-cup-day-2-belated.html' title='SinBoonAnn Cup Day 2 (belated)'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-115358593571336444</id><published>2006-07-23T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T00:32:39.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SinBoonAnn Cup Day 1</title><content type='html'>alrightey, report for DAY 1 of SinBoonAnn Cup 2006. &lt;strong&gt;I GOT A HUGE BLUE BLACK ON MY KNEE, PLUS I GOT HEADBUTTED FROM THE BACK BY SOME STRIKERS PLAYER AND I GOT SLAMMED INTO THE BOARDS BY SOME STRIKER PLAYER TOO. &lt;/strong&gt; (end of report)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rofl kidding. It was pretty exciting today with ALL MY MATCHES TODAY AGAINST PIRANHAS, STRIKERS AND KXK. goodness. think we played fairly well. (: despite losing all games and caiming being the only one who scored. *snaps for caiming* and me forgetting i actually took shots cause caiming told me about them i totally couldnt remember any of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me enlighten you about this loser from SkateSports. apparently his name is Aston (according to his jersey) and he's a Singaporean who's studying in NZ. not that i care or whatever but yes. thought he was pretty alright looking when he came to the court. like whoa, Exotic, tall, dark and relatively handsome. he came with this caucasian guy. BUT BESIDES THE POINT. he thinks he's playing Ice Hockey and think he's awesome at it. One, he comes into the bench saying that Piranhas are SCARED of small passes. mistake, piranhas are like the best team that i know of and they werent even going all out during the match. AND two, he was sitting in the bench talking about the standard of hockey and saying that the ref is bias, WHICH WAS TOTALLY WASNT THE CASE, mind you. and THREE, i have to caps lock this. HE FREAKING &lt;strong&gt;FAKED AN INJURY&lt;/strong&gt;. HE TOOK LIKE 5SECONDS TO SCREAM BEFORE LYING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE BLOODY COURT "WRITHING IN PAIN". apparently rex had tripped him, then dzul did something else and that's where the drama began. THE FUNNIEST PART WAS THAT JACKSON WAS THE REF, HE TOOK ONE LOOK AT THAT FELLA AND COMPLETELY IGNORED HIM! HAHAHAHAHA. that stupid fella was there waiting for someone to come and sayang him but the game continued. hahahahaha. then when he realised that no one was gonna "save" him, he gave up skated to the bench(with absolutely NOTHING wrong with his face). on the way there, he flung his cheapish-looking wooden-ish stick out of the court and screamed:"THIS IS FUCKING BULLSHIT!" tsk, no sportsmanship AT ALL. specky was going to pick a fight with him after. ROFL. hilarious shit la. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're playing SkateSports and Astrons tomorrow. I SUPER CANNOT WAIT TO PLAY LA. hahahahaha. first target: Aston The Loser. then caiming and i are gonna sandwich him, try to shrug his shoulders out of place. hahahaha. fun fun fun. stay tuned for more updates on the Sin Boon Ann Cup. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-115358593571336444?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/115358593571336444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=115358593571336444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115358593571336444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115358593571336444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/07/sinboonann-cup-day-1.html' title='SinBoonAnn Cup Day 1'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-115349424626391427</id><published>2006-07-21T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T23:04:06.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blacklights.</title><content type='html'>blacklights was uhh.. interesting. i didn't realise it'd be this awkward. i went with matthew and jason. spent 5bucks on cab from my place to BEDOK INTERCHANGE cause i was sort of late. urg. AND AND AND the turnout for blacklights was uhh.. sparse. okay maybe i had like high expectations or something. THE LEAD VOCALISTS OF THE BANDS COMPLETELY BUTCHERED THE SONGS THEY WERE PERFORMING! like wtf. and its so sad cause it was mainly MAT ROCK. ): bring out the tapered pants yo. but anyway, put the mat-ish accent plus the american accent = DISASTER. this fella couldnt even pronounce and form his sentences properly. he was like:" i like to dedicate DIS songs to my fWens (inserts friends name). and tooooo ALL you peopow yo!" AND HE FREAKING CANNOT PRONOUNCE THE "TH" SOUND! like omfgosh, save me. so matthew kept repeating this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the white wabbit dwinks the wippled water&lt;br /&gt;the white wabbit dwinks the wippled water&lt;br /&gt;the white wabbit dwinks the wippled water&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he sounds so funny saying it. rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i met mark lloyd there with his friend, (inserts mark's friend's name cause i absolutely forget chinese-ey name). so yes we were sitting in the middle of the bloody soccer field watching absolutely amazing songs being butchered by people who don't deserve to perform and should be banned from performing. there's this pretty handsome lead vocalist, Dominic, who is hot stuff but HE! HE! HE! BUTCHERED MORE THAN WORDS! he should be jailed cause its like murder. FIRST-DEGREE MURDER. gees. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and does anyone have 3-dash-1's songs? i want i want i want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-115349424626391427?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/115349424626391427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=115349424626391427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115349424626391427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115349424626391427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/07/blacklights.html' title='Blacklights.'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-115341277728224311</id><published>2006-07-20T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T10:41:01.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Joys of Baking.</title><content type='html'>i baked today. AND MY COOKIES TURNED OUT BEAUTIFUL. okay besides the first tray which always gets burnt no matter what. they're so beautiful they don't deserve to be eaten. (: and my oven is like reflective but it isnt exactly a mirror. so sam and i became cam whores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/179/251/1600/the%20joy%20of%20baking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/179/251/320/the%20joy%20of%20baking.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/179/251/1600/mix-and-match.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/179/251/320/mix-and-match.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/179/251/1600/besties.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/179/251/320/besties.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then! HOCKEY WAS GOOD TOO. :D i can't wait to play for Sin Boon Ann! ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-115341277728224311?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/115341277728224311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=115341277728224311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115341277728224311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115341277728224311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/07/joys-of-baking.html' title='The Joys of Baking.'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-115332159753925033</id><published>2006-07-19T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T00:18:43.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one more moment.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"You know that feeling you get after a while in a relationship, when you realise that it's really going nowhere, and no one is really happy but you're just sticking around because being single is so much worse and lonely? And then one day you just can't take it anymore and end the relationship, and suddenly you feel so much freer and better and you wonder why you feared being single again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course you can only honestly say this if, straight out of the rebound, you found someone else who met all your needs, and then some. Otherwise, being single sucks, but you try to console yourself with the fact that it can't have been worse than being in a one way dead-end relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or if you've actually been looking around even while you were attached, then maybe you could enter a new relationship right after ending the old one, even though it's a bit indecorous, and some may say unfaithful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I am guilty of the latter. It was good while it lasted, but there were some bad patches and in the end these just made me hit my limit. Once upon a time, I loved you. But that was long ago, and I was a different person then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate long goodbyes. So, ta. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makes sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't take too long to say i love you to the ones you love &lt;br /&gt;cause time has a habit of slipping away&lt;br /&gt;and out on the clear blue sky &lt;br /&gt;when lightning strikes on a sunny day &lt;br /&gt;just take me in and keep me from the rain &lt;br /&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;the words that seem so hard to say&lt;br /&gt;come out when you've gone away &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just stay a little while and hear me say &lt;br /&gt;that i want you here tonight and i need you by my side &lt;br /&gt;for just one more moment with you &lt;br /&gt;turn away to say goodbye with each &amp; every word that passes by &lt;br /&gt;like a distant memory &lt;br /&gt;sometimes time will treat you bad &lt;br /&gt;before you even know what's wrong &lt;br /&gt;and in the end it hits you hard please tell me you'll be strong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgosh, i'm going for blacklights on friday night. so exciting!! hahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;SIN BOON ANN CUP ON SATURDAY AND SUNDAY. IT'S TEAM AnyONE VS EVERYONE ELSE. ROFL. YES MY TEAM NAME'S AnyONE. CAUSE I'M A GIRL AND SINCE THERE ARENT MANY GIRLS LEFT WHO CAN MAKE IT AND PLAY FOR THE TOURNEY, WE'RE ROJAK-ING IT INTO LIKE AN OPEN TEAM.&lt;br /&gt;fuck, i'm excited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its book and music week, jolly good waste of time and a perfect way to cramp up my legs. URG. yes im complaining cause BMW is redundant. HIGHLY REDUNDANT. so yeah, i'm skipping school to bake and probably friday too :D. i feel awesome. there were these studio wu people performing today. and i CANNOT STAND cheenapok people who try to speak with an accent in proper English. MAKES MY HAIR FALL OFF. *cringe* REALLY. CANNOT. STAND. AT. ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WENT SKATING WITH JERINE AND JERICA TODAY. omfgosh. love love love jerica. i wanna see her again! )): and that'll be in like a week's time. TOO LONG TOO LONG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-115332159753925033?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/115332159753925033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=115332159753925033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115332159753925033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115332159753925033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/07/one-more-moment_19.html' title='one more moment.'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-115312923971740248</id><published>2006-07-17T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T18:01:14.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pffft.</title><content type='html'>chinese is officially done for. unless i decide to take my chinese again, which would be absolute suicide but yeah. wheee. hockey was pretty good yesterday, but i just think i ran about too much and didn't manage to keep the puck long enough. PFFFT. annoying, SBA's my chance. the count down to prelims stands at 59 days. fuck, and i'm not ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and another thing, i've had fucking enough of inconsiderate singaporeans. i'm not surprised we're ranked 30th in the out of 35 countries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now it seems like you won't even talk to me. i know i shouldn't be bothered and stuff, but yeah. it's weird, just unlike you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;he said hey, was it such a big mistake seeing you,&lt;br /&gt;what we've been through, i know you'll find your way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and i said wait, i'm never gonna break away &lt;br /&gt;it's too late, you'll never hear me say&lt;br /&gt;that i'm falling in love again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-115312923971740248?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/115312923971740248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=115312923971740248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115312923971740248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115312923971740248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/07/pffft.html' title='pffft.'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-115312766425926358</id><published>2006-07-17T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T17:18:29.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>through glass.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm looking at you through the glass &lt;br /&gt;don't know how much time has passed &lt;br /&gt;oh God it feels like forever &lt;br /&gt;but no one ever tells you that forever feels like home &lt;br /&gt;sitting all alone inside your head &lt;br /&gt;how do you feel, that is the question &lt;br /&gt;but i forget, you don't expect an easy answer &lt;br /&gt;when something like a soul becomes initialized &lt;br /&gt;and folded up like paper dolls and little notes &lt;br /&gt;How much is real, so much to question &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-115312766425926358?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/115312766425926358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=115312766425926358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115312766425926358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115312766425926358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/07/through-glass.html' title='through glass.'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-115305920385139092</id><published>2006-07-16T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T22:13:23.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jerica Jerica Jerica! :DDD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/179/251/1600/liz121-002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/179/251/320/liz121-002.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;introducing Jerica. she's the little ball of energy that brightens up my days. i haven't seen her much in recent years cause her dad's posted to the States to study and i don't get to see her much. she's nine and already a beauty. i remember she  always ran up to me and gave me squish hugs. and i hadn't see her in probably 2years and i could hardly recognise her when i saw her on friday. rofl, i sound like i'm in love with her and stuff. but she's really an angel and i'm seeing her soon. heh. :DD yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stay with me, don't fall asleep too soon.&lt;br /&gt;the angels can wait for a moment&lt;br /&gt;come real close, forget the world outside&lt;br /&gt;tonight we're alone, it's finally you and i&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't meant to feel like this, not without you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-115305920385139092?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/115305920385139092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=115305920385139092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115305920385139092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115305920385139092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/07/jerica-jerica-jerica-ddd.html' title='Jerica Jerica Jerica! :DDD'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-115297690507977563</id><published>2006-07-15T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T23:21:45.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>light up, light out.</title><content type='html'>YES, i can finally slapshot DECENTLY. wahaha. dig that, bitches. i CAN do something right. hah. anyway, i think today's training was pretty screwed. we had just enough for people to play 2 lines against the fellas. oooh but my cyclone rocks balls mans. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFGOSH, fat women on TV in BIKINIS. omfgosh. the horror, i think i'm gonna get nightmares. geezus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love changes everything &lt;br /&gt;Hands and faces, earth and sky &lt;br /&gt;How you live and how you die &lt;br /&gt;Love, can make the summer fly &lt;br /&gt;Or a night seem like a lifetime &lt;br /&gt;love, love changes everything &lt;br /&gt;Now I tremble at your name &lt;br /&gt;Nothing in the world will ever be the same &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, love changes everything &lt;br /&gt;Days are longer, words mean more &lt;br /&gt;Love, love changes everything &lt;br /&gt;Pain is deeper than before &lt;br /&gt;Love will turn your world around &lt;br /&gt;And that world will last forever &lt;br /&gt;Yes love, love changes everything &lt;br /&gt;Brings you glory, brings you shame &lt;br /&gt;Nothing in the world will ever be the same&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-115297690507977563?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/115297690507977563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=115297690507977563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115297690507977563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115297690507977563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/07/light-up-light-out.html' title='light up, light out.'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-115293741873629795</id><published>2006-07-15T12:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T12:27:00.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>that's her.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn't supposed to ever let you down probably will. You will have your heart broken,probably more than once, and it's harder every time. You'll break hearts too, so remember how it felt when yours was broken.you'll fight with your best friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll blame a new love for things an old one did. You'll cry because time is passing too fast, and you'll eventually lose someone you love. So take too many pictures,laugh too much, and love like you've never been hurt because every sixty&lt;br /&gt;seconds you spend  upset is a minute of happiness you'll never get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find a guy/girl who calls you beautiful instead of hot; who calls you back when you hang up on him; who will stay awake just to watch you sleep.Wait for the guy/girl who kisses your forehead; who wants to show you off to the world when you are in your sweats; who holds your hand in front of his friends. Wait for the one who is constantly reminding you of how much he/she cares about you and how lucky he/she is to have you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait for the one who turns to his friends and says,&lt;br /&gt;"..that's him/her."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-115293741873629795?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/115293741873629795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=115293741873629795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115293741873629795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115293741873629795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/07/thats-her.html' title='that&apos;s her.'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-115280092366770618</id><published>2006-07-13T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T22:49:15.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm done for in secondary school track.</title><content type='html'>today's like my last day ever running for KC. it feels so weird cause like for the past 3years i tell myself that there's always next year to work on my speed. and this year is like the end, at least for secondary life in KC track team. )): and i didnt even run with the other KC sec4s. i miss training with them. i'm gonna start mugging from like tomorrow onwards. no more track trainings. but i'll probably drop by and watch them train. but still! )): if i get in to VJC, (WHICH I FREAKING FREAKING WANNA GET IN) i'll continue with track trainings. CONFIRM. ahh *sulksulksulk* i feel like running. ohyeah i didnt qualify for the finals for 200m. got in 21st position. i'm pretty alright, didnt expect to get in anyway. haha. but yeah. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;any dream will do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and POTC:Deadman's Chest is nice. haha, but some parts are like GROSS. *cringes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Dominic from sports school is hot stuff. )): and he's a year younger than i am. (i miss being in like Cdiv or Bdiv. how often can you come across a guy who's both tall and insanely charming all at once?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-115280092366770618?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/115280092366770618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=115280092366770618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115280092366770618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115280092366770618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-done-for-in-secondary-school-track.html' title='i&apos;m done for in secondary school track.'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-115271403627056098</id><published>2006-07-12T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T22:20:36.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rawr</title><content type='html'>okay, so i planned to sleep by like 9 tonight but apparently the sleeping thing isnt working cause its almost 10 and i'm still not sleeping. i mean yeah, i totally forgot to iron my uniform but that's besides the point. so i'm here using the comp but i'm shit bored. i swear. there's geog test tomorrow and then there's the race. it's at 240 which means i'd have to be there by like 1pm to warm up. and i don't want to take a cab down cause it's a waste of money and means i'd have to leave class later. so yes. i hope i'm taking train so that i can leave class by like 1145, or even better 1115 :D YAY. exciting shittz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and another funny thing, i still have jonas on my msn and his nick is jonas leong. jonas' brother is jonathon leong. haha. so jonas is online with his 'jonas leong' nick and matilda's online with her 'jonathon leong' nick. and it's like back to back. neatness. ROFL. ahh whatever, cheap thrill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and a day goes by without a sound and the silence is in the air.&lt;br /&gt;i hope i hear your voice again.&lt;br /&gt;when i said i didn't love you, i think i lied &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. the comment on your blog wasnt very nice. it really wasnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arg. i'm bored-o-phobic and i think i'm philophobic too. (check the meaning if you don't know what it is, dope.) i shall rant. like about that stupid annoying fella from bedok view who knows my name but i never knew he existed. AHHHHH. *stifles screams with pillow* anyways, whatever. I WILL SLEEP NOW. its so much better than facing all the bullshitz around. you are a good example of that. sleeping is like utopia. at least you know that whatever happens to you when you're sleeping are dreams and dreams aren't real. unless you really wished that they'd come true cause a dream really actually is a wish your heart makes. but that's bullshitz. i dream about flying and falling oh-so-perfectly in love with that someone who i might never be able to live without cause he/she is OH-SO-PERFECT and maybe i'll die if i don't have him/her. HAHA, shit. this is really horrible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*chants* sleep is good. sleep is good. sleep is good. sleep is good. sleep is good. sleeeepp. iiissssss. gggooooood. *dozes off*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-115271403627056098?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/115271403627056098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=115271403627056098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115271403627056098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115271403627056098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/07/rawr.html' title='rawr'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-115270284830418742</id><published>2006-07-12T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T19:14:08.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I FUCKING QUALIFIED</title><content type='html'>OMFGOSH OMFGOSH. I FUCKING QUALIFIED FOR 200M LA. I FUCKING QUALIFIED! I FUCKING QUALIFIED! WHEEEEEE. AND I IMPROVED MY TIMING FROM LAST YEAR. YAY YAY YAY YAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i super didnt expect to qualify la, cause i didnt train as much as i did last year but i still got in. WHEEEEEEEEE. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-115270284830418742?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/115270284830418742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=115270284830418742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115270284830418742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115270284830418742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-fucking-qualified.html' title='I FUCKING QUALIFIED'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-115263104237895000</id><published>2006-07-11T23:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T23:17:22.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PHOBIA</title><content type='html'>omFgosh, i'm having so much fun with all the phobia shittz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sam is LIZTOPHOBIC, &lt;br /&gt;rena is CAIMINPPOPOMOPHOBIC,&lt;br /&gt;caiming is SIAOCHARBOPUCHENGPHOBIC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am EMOZABOPHOBIC, which is meant to be the fear of emotional beings. and ironically its me. so i shall be WEIRDORAMUHPHOBIC. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whee fun. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-115263104237895000?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/115263104237895000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=115263104237895000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115263104237895000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115263104237895000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/07/phobia.html' title='PHOBIA'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-115261877642178201</id><published>2006-07-11T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T20:13:22.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>who knew?</title><content type='html'>if someone said three years from now you'd be long gone&lt;br /&gt;i'd stand up and punch them out, cause they're all wrong&lt;br /&gt;and i know better cause you said forever and ever&lt;br /&gt;who knew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shut up or i'll fucking kick your head off and pull out your balls through your throat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay acks, i feel angsty now. i'm watching bambi now cause gaby's watching it and i'm pretty bored with nothing to do. (another alternative always is to study, but no thanks) omgosh, the show's so scary. call it a childrens' classic with scenes of animals getting killed by shot guns and all, with bloodhounds chasing after bree. and the dogs are fucking scary. now bambi's fighting them off to save her. OMFGOSH, and bambi's shot and a fire's raging through the forest. ahh the show's scaryyy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like baking my m&amp;m cookies. maybe thursday? hmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-115261877642178201?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/115261877642178201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=115261877642178201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115261877642178201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115261877642178201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/07/who-knew.html' title='who knew?'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-115254120004537851</id><published>2006-07-10T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T22:20:00.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/179/251/1600/ferris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/179/251/320/ferris.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/179/251/1600/bow3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/179/251/320/bow3.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/19147711-115254120004537851?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/115254120004537851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=115254120004537851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115254120004537851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115254120004537851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-115254094819292213</id><published>2006-07-10T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T22:15:48.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nationals (II)</title><content type='html'>okay so we didn't qualify for relay. feeling pretty disappointed ): ohwells. we've tried our best i guess. better timing than last year but.. -shrugs. just thought i could end my secondary track with some nice result. there's 200m on wednesday though. im psyched up for it, but i don't think i'm gonna even get through to the semis. i really really really really wanna though! *pouts. )): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i got my new cyclone yesterday, at least that's something to be happy about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nyahaha, byebye WORLD CUP. no one needs to talk anymore about what games are on, blah blah blah. i'm not into soccer anywayy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I try to say goodbye and I choke &lt;br /&gt;I try to walk away and I stumble &lt;br /&gt;Though I try to hide it it's clear &lt;br /&gt;My world crumbles when you are not near &lt;br /&gt;Goodbye and I choke &lt;br /&gt;I try to walk away and I stumble &lt;br /&gt;Though I try to hide it, it's clear &lt;br /&gt;My world crumbles when you are not near &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-115254094819292213?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/115254094819292213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=115254094819292213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115254094819292213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115254094819292213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/07/nationals-ii.html' title='nationals (II)'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-115237788343479282</id><published>2006-07-09T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T01:01:32.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>leave the pieces</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You're not sure that you love me&lt;br /&gt;But you're not sure enough to let me go&lt;br /&gt;Baby it ain't fair you know to just keep me hangin round&lt;br /&gt;You say you don't wanna hurt me&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna see my tears&lt;br /&gt;So why are you still standing here just watchin me drown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's alright, yeah I'll be fine&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry about this heart of mine&lt;br /&gt;Just, take your love and hit the road&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing you can do or say&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna break my heart anyway&lt;br /&gt;So just, leave the pieces when you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you can drag out the heartache&lt;br /&gt;Or baby you can make it quick&lt;br /&gt;Really get it over with and just let me move on&lt;br /&gt;Don't concern yourself with this mess you left for me&lt;br /&gt;I can clean it up you see just as long as you're gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-115237788343479282?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/115237788343479282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=115237788343479282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115237788343479282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115237788343479282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/07/leave-pieces.html' title='leave the pieces'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-115237057568645868</id><published>2006-07-08T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T22:56:15.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm free.</title><content type='html'>i leaned back against the seat. A reflection from the sun hits my eyes. i turn away from the rays as a single tear runs down from my cheek.&lt;br /&gt;i'm free?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-115237057568645868?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/115237057568645868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=115237057568645868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115237057568645868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115237057568645868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-free.html' title='i&apos;m free.'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-115228575100604773</id><published>2006-07-07T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T22:41:31.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NATIONALS</title><content type='html'>OMFGOSH, i'm so proud of the relay team. haha. :DDD we qualified for the semis in 11th position with about 56seconds. i was so worried about the race cause ive never run with them for nationals before. :D but what the f la. i is happy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i didnt qualify for javelin. haha. what the hell. ohwells, didnt expect to anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a disgusting day turned out to be pretty alright! went to catch superman at Lot1 after the race. and omfgosh, the chair is super duper comfortable. it like sorts reclines when you sit in it. COMFY COMFY. :DD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;miracles happen, i don't need wings to fly (((:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-115228575100604773?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/115228575100604773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=115228575100604773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115228575100604773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115228575100604773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/07/nationals.html' title='NATIONALS'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-115217730925683979</id><published>2006-07-06T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T17:15:09.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it feel so right to be here with you. (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rC6fDJF1NSE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rC6fDJF1NSE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it feels so right to be here with you. ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-115217730925683979?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/115217730925683979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=115217730925683979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115217730925683979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115217730925683979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/07/it-feel-so-right-to-be-here-with-you.html' title='it feel so right to be here with you. (:'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-115217226238501076</id><published>2006-07-06T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T15:51:02.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rekindled love.</title><content type='html'>ooh mama, i've just rekindled my love for the two men in my life who have always been there for me. through ups and downs, thick and thin, bad hair days, highs and lows, bad boyfriends, annoying people who talk to much, love movies and times when i was just down. no prizes for guessing who. (: rofl. ben and jerry. *fat ass grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im having oatmeal cookie chunk now, and i feel on top of the world. ((: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohyes, and my nationals start tomorrow. *shivers* its javelin and 4x100m. RAWR, i'm scared shitless which is ironic cause ive been running like a ton of races in the last 6years. sigh, ohwells. i'm thinking if i should go to school tomorrow. HMMM. -shrugs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and it's Italy and France for the World Cup Finals and Portugal Vs Germany for third and fourth placing. I WANTS FRANCE TO WIN. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-115217226238501076?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/115217226238501076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=115217226238501076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115217226238501076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115217226238501076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/07/rekindled-love.html' title='rekindled love.'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-115202059777714164</id><published>2006-07-04T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T21:43:17.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ifuhsdoufihwsiguhepiughpsiuhrga</title><content type='html'>so i typed this on msn: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ifuhsdoufihwsiguhepiughpsiuhrga&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what sam came up with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;irritating fucker understands how some dumb orangutan undertakes finding irritants handsome with super intelligence, growing under huge enemy periods in ukraine. george has peanut symptoms insinuated under humongous real great assholes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omFgosh, that's what happens to someone who is stuck in a shop that sells stuff that no one wants to buy. like a really really pretty and fat polka-dotty winterjacket thingy that cost like S$600+. find me someone in sunny singapore who wants to buy winter stuff randomly. ROFL. oh poor sammo. *shakes head*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-115202059777714164?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/115202059777714164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=115202059777714164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115202059777714164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115202059777714164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/07/ifuhsdoufihwsiguhepiughpsiuhrga.html' title='ifuhsdoufihwsiguhepiughpsiuhrga'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-115200768292040433</id><published>2006-07-04T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T18:08:02.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>start of something new</title><content type='html'>living in my own world, didn't understand&lt;br /&gt;that anything can happen when you take a chance&lt;br /&gt;i never believed in what i couldn't see&lt;br /&gt;i never opened my heart to all the possibilities&lt;br /&gt;i know that something has changed.&lt;br /&gt;never felt this way and right here tonight&lt;br /&gt;this could be the start of something new&lt;br /&gt;it feels so right to be here with you&lt;br /&gt;and now looking in your eyes i feel in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the start of something new.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-115200768292040433?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/115200768292040433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=115200768292040433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115200768292040433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115200768292040433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/07/start-of-something-new.html' title='start of something new'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-115200072831248649</id><published>2006-07-04T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T17:54:07.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my ultimatest conclusion.</title><content type='html'>okay, i went to watch Just My Luck yesterday with mark, and i just realised something and came to this conclusion. Majority of the main guys in chick flicks or disney channel movies are casted by the name Jake. anyone realised that? Just my luck, Go figure, plus LOADS more. i can't remember all but i just know that Jake is used ALOT. anyone agree with me, raise your hands. rofl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rawr and i super think i failed my chinese O's oral. i got this cheenapok teacher and another one who didnt say a word and looked like she couldnt anyway. and guess the topic of conversation. its something about the libraries in singapore, and that theyve got like loads of books and stuff, but how come very few people actually make use of the facilities or something like that. i was so caught up about being able to understand like majority of the question that i totally forgot to answer the teacher. gees.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-115200072831248649?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/115200072831248649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=115200072831248649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115200072831248649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115200072831248649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-ultimatest-conclusion.html' title='my ultimatest conclusion.'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-115182799371923700</id><published>2006-07-02T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T16:13:13.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>agony</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;nothing worse than the total agony of being in love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-love actualy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-115182799371923700?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/115182799371923700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=115182799371923700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115182799371923700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115182799371923700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/07/agony.html' title='agony'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-115182407905629602</id><published>2006-07-02T15:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T15:07:59.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sdrfihgdfgre</title><content type='html'>BRAZIL GOT THEIR ASS WHOOPED BY FRANCE. :DDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-115182407905629602?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/115182407905629602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=115182407905629602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115182407905629602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115182407905629602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/07/sdrfihgdfgre.html' title='sdrfihgdfgre'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-115177680585882717</id><published>2006-07-02T01:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T02:00:05.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oisdfhsohgsgn</title><content type='html'>WHAT THE FUCK. PORTUGAL BEAT ENGLAND IN THE ROUND OF 16. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T WANT TO EAT PORTUGESE EGG TARTS ANYMORE. *POUTS*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-115177680585882717?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/115177680585882717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=115177680585882717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115177680585882717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115177680585882717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/07/oisdfhsohgsgn.html' title='oisdfhsohgsgn'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-115177550469502660</id><published>2006-07-02T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T01:38:24.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wild Vines</title><content type='html'>Sharon sent out an email attaching a video compilation of all the photos we took as WildVines, ever since the first mission cup, on to APC, on to HK Inline Cup and everything else inbetween. It struck a super melancholic and nostalgic chord. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the time when everyone was so motivated to play and encouraged everyone else to come down for trainings and improve. I miss the times when we had so much fun we literally rolled on the floor laughing and nearly died. I miss training so hard even though there weren't any upcoming matches/tourneys, yet we still had fun. I miss having a complete team to play with, and not having to look for players. I miss the team gatherings when everyone made an effort to come down despite all odds. I miss all the excitement on and off court, and all the crazy and insane things we did. I miss all the ex-coaches too, cause we wouldnt be here without them. I miss the times that whenever someone took out a camera, we'd all go rushing to take a picture despite whatever that would be happening at that moment. I miss shopping in HongKong and rushing and bargaining for stuff on Nu Ren Jie, and all the cannot make it half-past-six cantonese. I miss the team spirit we used to have and being our own cheerleaders. I miss all the positivity we had whenever we lost a game and keeping our chins up. Acks, what the fuck. I just miss all the times we had together, fullstop. now everyone else has found other priorities other than hockey and the team, i don't feel the vibe i used to have when i first started out. It was with Vivian, Kaishi and Gladys. Sigh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this because only 3people turned up for training today, and this sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-115177550469502660?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/115177550469502660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=115177550469502660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115177550469502660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115177550469502660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/07/wild-vines.html' title='Wild Vines'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-115176819621803837</id><published>2006-07-01T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T23:43:24.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what ive been looking for.</title><content type='html'>it's hard to believe that i couldn't see&lt;br /&gt;you were &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; there beside me.&lt;br /&gt;thought i was alone with no one to hold.&lt;br /&gt;but you were always right beside me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;this feeling's like no other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want you to know&lt;br /&gt;i've &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;never had someone&lt;/span&gt; that knows me like you do&lt;br /&gt;i've never had someone as good for me as you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;no one like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so lonely before i &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;finally found&lt;/span&gt; what i've been looking for&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-115176819621803837?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/115176819621803837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=115176819621803837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115176819621803837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115176819621803837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-ive-been-looking-for.html' title='what ive been looking for.'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-115171617296055084</id><published>2006-07-01T09:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T09:17:10.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>intelligence test. :D</title><content type='html'>okay, i sent in my DSA application yesterday. can't help feeling nervous and cause i keep getting the feeling that i missed out something in the entire application. =X how how how!! i'm freaking nervous, fingers and toes crossed! and i'm getting an overdose of maths, im like doing math everytime i study. ohnooo. what about the other subs? ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rawr, anyway. its gonna be youth day on monday and im gonna spend it studying. oh how productive. urg. thinking if i should go for hockey today or tomorrow. cause i don't know if we're playing for Sin Boon Ann, and if we aren't i'd rather play on sundays. ohwells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't get why i'm up so early this morning. PFFFT. i can't sleep. English essay on the English language or math? *ponders* math. above anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and i don't want to ever forget the sound of your voice. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-115171617296055084?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/115171617296055084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=115171617296055084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115171617296055084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115171617296055084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/07/intelligence-test-d.html' title='intelligence test. :D'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-115159907228554602</id><published>2006-06-30T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T00:37:52.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Heavens.</title><content type='html'>okay, so i skipped hockey today. )): miss playing though. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and ze parentz are out of town&lt;/span&gt;. and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i've been studying! &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;applause.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;sooner (or later) i'm gonna go sleep. rofl. -shrugs. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and somehow i'm addicted to doing math papers now.&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt; OMGOSH, what's wrong with me&lt;/span&gt;. blame ze prelims that are upcoming and i'm freaking out. *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;bites nails and trembles*  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;announcement! SIN BOON ANN CUP IS ON THE 22nd and 23rd OF JULY.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;there'd better be enough girls teams cause i wanna play. RAWR. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i'm PMSEY today. periods should disappear, along with the cramps and pmses and the hormones and what not. rofl, rawring at people already. then i will be &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;CHARMANDER from POKEMON&lt;/span&gt; or some neatos mutant from XMEN. and i have ze special power of making people disappear if theyre annoying. &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;MW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;HahA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;hA&lt;/span&gt;. and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ZIS COLOR CHANGER THINGO is so coolz. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;*dyes myself pink* &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;but this pink ain't nice. its not like my usual hot pinks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p.s. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;my sister's sleeping in my room now, she came in like 5mins ago and she's already snoring. on the floor.  omfgosh, that's fast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;goodnight world. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-115159907228554602?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/115159907228554602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=115159907228554602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115159907228554602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115159907228554602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/06/good-heavens.html' title='Good Heavens.'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-115150900946114045</id><published>2006-06-28T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T23:36:49.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>prodigy! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/179/251/1600/fernando%20torres.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/179/251/320/fernando%20torres.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does FERNANDO TORRES simply scream HOT or HOT? okay maybe not. DROP DEAD GORGEOUS then. *melts* probably then only reason i watch the world cup. BUT since spain is out im not watching anymore, ohwells. a tribute to SPAIN. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this DSA thingy is the mafan-est of the troublesomes ever. wait for CCA records, photocopy stuffs, stuffs and morer stuffs. print from internet. and KNOW WHAT I FREAKING MISSED THE DEADLINE FOR CJC. *sulks, slumps, pouts, grumbles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i know i complain alot, cannot be helped. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sam, i'm a CHILD PRODIGY okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-115150900946114045?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/115150900946114045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=115150900946114045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115150900946114045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115150900946114045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/06/prodigy-d.html' title='prodigy! :D'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-115133113650969974</id><published>2006-06-26T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T22:12:16.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>explaining.</title><content type='html'>OMFGOSH, i'm so sorry if ive offended anyone in the supposed CHARMAINE post. i was intending to write about the night when i went to watch the SG idol results show and i typed in her name cause i wanted to blog about what happened in the show. but something else caught up with me and i totally changed the content of the post. and the post has got nothing to do with charmaine, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my apologies again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-115133113650969974?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/115133113650969974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=115133113650969974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115133113650969974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115133113650969974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/06/explaining.html' title='explaining.'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-115124338127287201</id><published>2006-06-25T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T21:50:19.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When There Was Me And You</title><content type='html'>it's funny when you find yourself looking from the outside&lt;br /&gt;i'm standing here but all i want is to be over there&lt;br /&gt;why did i let myself believe miracles could happen&lt;br /&gt;'cause now i have to pretend that i don't really care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought you were my fairytale, a dream when i'm not sleeping&lt;br /&gt;a wish upon a star that's coming true &lt;br /&gt;but everybody else could tell that &lt;br /&gt;i confused my feelings with the truth&lt;br /&gt;when there was me and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swore i knew the melody that i heard you singing&lt;br /&gt;and when you smiled you made me feel like i could sing along&lt;br /&gt;but then you went and changed the words now my heart is empty&lt;br /&gt;i'm only left with used-to-be's once upon a song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cause i liked the view&lt;br /&gt;thought you felt it too&lt;br /&gt;when there was me and you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-115124338127287201?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/115124338127287201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=115124338127287201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115124338127287201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115124338127287201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/06/when-there-was-me-and-you.html' title='When There Was Me And You'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-115124290424562270</id><published>2006-06-25T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T21:41:44.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>High School Musical.</title><content type='html'>OMFGOSH, High School Musical IS THE BOMB! ahhh, okay maybe that Zac Efron fella isnt the best looking. but i did mention that chick flicks can make the random ugliest guy into the sweetest shiet every to have walked the face of the freaking earth! *SCREAMS. okay, Zac Efron isnt UGLY, just not really really handsome. ROFL. whats the diff, but ohwells. i shouldve gone for hockey today, but at the same time i'm thankful cause i got to watch high school musical. rofl. but it doesnt really matter now right. hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so school starts tomorrow, last stretch till o's are over. ive got so many stuff to work on. ohyeah, and mummy reads my blog now. HELLO MUMMY! rofl. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-115124290424562270?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/115124290424562270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=115124290424562270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115124290424562270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115124290424562270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/06/high-school-musical.html' title='High School Musical.'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-115116183651818989</id><published>2006-06-24T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T23:10:36.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SMOOTHIE KING :D</title><content type='html'>Love songs suck and fairy tales aren't true&lt;br /&gt;And happy ending Hollywood is not for me and you&lt;br /&gt;So add it up and break it down&lt;br /&gt;It's not that hard to figure out&lt;br /&gt;You're crazy and I'm crazier 'bout you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we are the lucky ones we'll get matching tee shirts&lt;br /&gt;airbrushed at the mall&lt;br /&gt;Hang out at the pretzel stand and make fun of people and laugh&lt;br /&gt;if someone falls&lt;br /&gt;Watch everyone else hold hands and try so hard and maybe we'll&lt;br /&gt;start to see&lt;br /&gt;That you and me, we're not so crazy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-115116183651818989?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/115116183651818989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=115116183651818989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115116183651818989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115116183651818989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/06/smoothie-king-d.html' title='SMOOTHIE KING :D'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-115116161582530229</id><published>2006-06-24T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T23:06:55.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AWAY FROM HERE.</title><content type='html'>school is starting in like like two days time. *SULKS SULKS. dunch want la, but maybe yeah. then i'll get my o's over and done with ASAP. whoopdeedoo. *waves hands*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and training today was uhh.. alright i suppose. -shrugs. people sometimes annoy me and totally take what i intend to say in a totally different direction because that's not what i wanted to say, and i didn't want to say it that way cause i didn't intend to! and somehow i get shoot back in the foot. whee. ahhhh pulls hair. AND DELETES ANNOYING PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A- Age: I AM SIXTEEN. haha dig that. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B- Boyfriend: NO, don't want one. unless he's like so scrumsciously and OMFGOSH-I-WANT-HIM kind of cute and sweetness and gentlemanliness and chivalry and all that ITSY BITSY STUFFZ that make you want him next to you every fucken second, then maybe i'll consider. otherwise, UHH.. NAH. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C- Chore you hate: uhh.. i don't like doing alotta stuff but I HAVE NO CHOICE. no particular chore, but i hate it when i'm like in the middle of something and someone just ScReAmZ at meeeeee to do something. THAT I DON'T LIKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D- Did it before: IT? ive done many ITZ. *DUH. but no sex/ if thats what IT means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F- Favorite celeb: i like i like JESSICA ALBA and and and all the hawt chick flick fellas who like make me think fairytales really exist. poosheyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G- Gold or silver: SILVER. i'd like a gold in a tourney though. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H- Hometown: where i am now, i guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I- Instruments you play: haha ive played the violin, piano, guitar and others shitz, but technically, i don't know how to play them anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J- Job title: I WORK A FABULOUS JOB OF HAVING TO LEARN THINGZ AND STUFFZ THAT MAJORITY MIGHT NOT EVEN APPLY TO LIFE. BLAHBLAH. AND I DON'T GET PAID. IS IT STILL A JOB?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K- Kids: don't want any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L- Living arrangements: with the folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M- Mom's name: KAREN&lt;br /&gt;N- Number of times you yawn in a day?: I don't COUNT. find me someone who actually bothers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O- Overnight hospital stays: YEAH ONCE. when i caught this virus thingy that stuck my ass in the kids area thingamajig with some funny kid in the next bed who sings christmas songs in June. whee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P- Phobia: uhh.. i don't like BIG HAIRY SPIDERS or things that crawl, like lizards and frogs. AHHH. CRINGE CRINGE. is that considered a phobia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q- Quote you like to say: like if i read this and i had to reply? it'd probably be "uhh.. riight okay. hah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R- Regular drink: regular drink? nah i can only finish the small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S- Secret crush: ah haha, it's a secret. STOOPS. *DUH. why would you call it a secret crush if it wasnt a secret in the first place? *smacks forehead. WHO INVENTED THIS?!&lt;br /&gt;T- Time you wake up: if i have a choice? 12nn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U- Unique habit: i brush my teeth in the bath. it's MY habit, so it's UNIQUE. bugger off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V- Vegetable you refuse to eat: EEEW, like ladiesfinger and brinjal and all the squishey squishey shiets. EEEEH. others are fine, just not these/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W- Worst habit: IF ITS A HABIT, I DON'T KNOW, CAUSE ITS A HABIT AND I DO IT SUBCONSCIOUSLY. DUHH/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X- X-rays you've had: UHH, loads. a gazillion times on my knee, few of my ankle, collarbone, wrist, elbow. acks, most joints LA/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y- Yummy food you make: my cookies count? NAH I LOVE MY CRUNCHY PEANUT BUTTER AND BANANA SANDWICH&gt; *DROOLS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z- Zodiac sign: PIsces/ :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-115116161582530229?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/115116161582530229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=115116161582530229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115116161582530229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115116161582530229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/06/away-from-here.html' title='AWAY FROM HERE.'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-115111801707332872</id><published>2006-06-24T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T11:00:17.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I DELETE YOU</title><content type='html'>muahaha, i'm deleting people on all lists. note: i delete people VALID reasons, its fun. you should try.&lt;br /&gt;HERE ARE SOME REASONS WHY:&lt;br /&gt;1) i delete you because you talk too much.&lt;br /&gt;2) i delete you because your display picture is disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;3) i delete you because i remember you borrowed my romeo and juliet DVD without returning it to me, and you don't want to anyway cause that show is so full of lovey shitzz&lt;br /&gt;4) i delete you because you totally laughed at me when i broke my collarbone during training.&lt;br /&gt;5) i delete you because you broke my favourite pencil in primary 2&lt;br /&gt;6) i delete you because i don't like you.&lt;br /&gt;7) i delete you because you broke my goodfriend's heart.&lt;br /&gt;8) i delete you because i just feel like deleting you.&lt;br /&gt;9 i think i'll delete my account because there are too many people to delete and its such a hassle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and and there are so many more reasons why i delete people, who knows, you might be one of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DELETE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-115111801707332872?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/115111801707332872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=115111801707332872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115111801707332872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115111801707332872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-delete-you.html' title='I DELETE YOU'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-115099310019129870</id><published>2006-06-23T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T00:18:20.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>snot.</title><content type='html'>I FUCKEN HATE THE WAY I'M FEELING NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SNOT."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-115099310019129870?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/115099310019129870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=115099310019129870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115099310019129870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115099310019129870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/06/snot.html' title='snot.'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-115099187494659422</id><published>2006-06-22T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T22:01:39.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i heard</title><content type='html'>so ive heard something that totally made me feel like a complete idiot for even trying to even maintain a remotely decent acquaintance, let alone friendship with you. pffft. so anyway, yes. i don't know whether to apologise or to feel sorry for you for having left such an impression of myself on you. -shrugs. ohwells, suddenly i cringe at everything that is associated with you. *CRINGE, cringecringecringe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-115099187494659422?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/115099187494659422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=115099187494659422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115099187494659422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115099187494659422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-heard.html' title='i heard'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-115085370506289466</id><published>2006-06-21T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T09:35:05.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i totally don't blog anymore</title><content type='html'>i totally shouldn't blog anymore. hahaha cause i'm so lazy to update and update and update. PFFFT. anyway, Caroline Hurricanes won the Stanley Cup 05/06. PFFFT, dunch want. (although the goalie, cam ward, is like really really awesome and stuffs) but the Edmonton Oilers should really really really win! RAWR. AND I REALLY CANNOT WAIT UNTIL I CAN USE MY OWN MAC AGAIN. I DUNCH LIKE USING WINDOWS, ITS SO LAGGY AND HORRIBLE. I WANTS TO LISTEN TO MY OWN SONGS AND MY DOWNLOAD MY OWN SHIETZ. POOOOSHEY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS, YESTERDAY'S "FRIENDLY" WAS SO SCREWED UP. I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHY WE SHOULD EVEN RUN A FRIENDLY CAUSE THE TEAM ISNT REALLY READY AND BY RUNNING THE FRIENDLY MAKES ME TOTALLY NOT WANT TO RUN FOR NATIONALS ANYMORE CAUSE IT'S SUPER demoralising. GEDDIT? URG. PLUS TODAY'S TRAINING IS SUPPOSED TO BE CANCELLED BUT SADLY THE CANNOT-SPEAKZ-PROPERLYS'AH COACH DROPPED ME A PLEASANT CALL LAST NIGHT AND TOLD ME TO TURN UP CAUSE HE DIDNT INFORM THE ENTIRE TEAM THAT TRAINING WAS CANCELLED. SO POOR ME, i have to go down ALONE. and clean up his dirty irresponsible job. AND APPARENTLY HE WON'T BE COMING DOWN CAUSE HE MIGHT HAVE TUITION! WTFFFF RIGHT. AND HE SAID THAT SINCE I'M THERE, I MIGHT AS WELL PRACTICE MY JAVELIN alone. in school. whoop dee doo riiight. URG. I WANNA QUIT TRACK LIKE SO BADLY NOW. I'LL STEP DOWN AS CAPTAIN AND LEAVE SOME OTHER LOSER TO CLEAN UP THE COACH'S DIRTY IRRESPONSIBLE JOB FOR HIM. YUCK YUCK YUCK. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm thinking about what she told me,&lt;br /&gt;that love is watching someone you love die.&lt;br /&gt;who's gonna watch you and i die?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-115085370506289466?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/115085370506289466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=115085370506289466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115085370506289466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115085370506289466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-totally-dont-blog-anymore.html' title='i totally don&apos;t blog anymore'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-115044015179706230</id><published>2006-06-16T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T14:42:31.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm back</title><content type='html'>wheee, i finally get to use the internet again. pffft, hate it when the wireless isnt working and my mac isnt working too. )): ohwells, and i'm leaving for malaysia in like 10mins, sooo yeah. *slumps. well at least i get to go shopping. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's only a week of holiday left. i hate it when time flies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-115044015179706230?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/115044015179706230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=115044015179706230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115044015179706230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/115044015179706230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-back.html' title='i&apos;m back'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-114995761739970851</id><published>2006-06-11T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T00:45:45.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my ex..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;My ex&lt;/strong&gt; probably hates me. (thats why he's an ex.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe I should try&lt;/strong&gt; skinny dipping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't understand&lt;/strong&gt; why i still run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I lose my head when&lt;/strong&gt; you hypnotize me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People say&lt;/strong&gt; the darnest things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love is&lt;/strong&gt; when you actually want him to be by your side every fucking second&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Somewhere, someone&lt;/strong&gt; thinks tuna is chicken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will always remember&lt;/strong&gt; the most irrelevant things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Forever is&lt;/strong&gt; just a word that gives people hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I never want&lt;/strong&gt; to fall for a weirdo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think the current US President&lt;/strong&gt; talks funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I wake up in the morning,&lt;/strong&gt; at a quarter to one, i can't go back to sleep cause i wanna have some fun, i brush my teeth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My past is&lt;/strong&gt; something i don't want to go back to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I get annoyed when&lt;/strong&gt; people talk too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parties are&lt;/strong&gt; gatherings for strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kisses are the best when&lt;/strong&gt; they're with a total stranger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tomorrow&lt;/strong&gt; the sun'll come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I really want&lt;/strong&gt; to dance again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have low tolerance&lt;/strong&gt; for really annoying people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-114995761739970851?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/114995761739970851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=114995761739970851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/114995761739970851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/114995761739970851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-ex.html' title='my ex..'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-114991648863501396</id><published>2006-06-10T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T00:10:05.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>little super hero girl! ((:</title><content type='html'>I feel like a little girl trying to conquer the whole wild world&lt;br /&gt;Everybody wants a piece of me and I just don't know where to run&lt;br /&gt;I've got work piled up to my head all I want to do is jump into bed&lt;br /&gt;And wash away my troubles with lemonade&lt;br /&gt;Play hide and seek with the boy next door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is what holidays are about in Sec4. Yesterday, watched the L word and became a cam whore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Best Moments In Life&lt;br /&gt;1. Falling in love&lt;br /&gt;2. Laughing till your stomach hurts&lt;br /&gt;3. Enjoying a ride down the ocuntry side&lt;br /&gt;4. Listening to your favorite song on the radio&lt;br /&gt;5. Going to sleep listening to the rain pouring outside&lt;br /&gt;6. Getting out of the shower and wrapping yourself with a warm,fuzzy towel.&lt;br /&gt;7. Passing your final exams with good grades&lt;br /&gt;8. Being a part of an interesting conversation.&lt;br /&gt;9. Finding some money in some old pants&lt;br /&gt;10. Laughing at yourself.&lt;br /&gt;11. Sharing a wonderful dinner with all your friends.&lt;br /&gt;12. Laughing without a reason.&lt;br /&gt;13. "Accidentally" hearing someone say somthing good about you.&lt;br /&gt;14. Watching the sunset.&lt;br /&gt;15. Listening to a song that reminds you of an important person in your life.&lt;br /&gt;16. Receiving or giving your first kiss.&lt;br /&gt;17. Feeling this buzz in your body when seeing this "special" someone.&lt;br /&gt;18. Having a great time with your friends.&lt;br /&gt;19. Seeing the one you love happy.&lt;br /&gt;20. Wearing the shirt of a person you love and smelling his/her perfume.&lt;br /&gt;21. Visiting an old friend of yours and remembering great memories. &lt;br /&gt;22. Hearing someone telling you "I LOVE YOU".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this shit is so cliche, i cringe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-114991648863501396?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/114991648863501396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=114991648863501396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/114991648863501396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/114991648863501396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/06/little-super-hero-girl.html' title='little super hero girl! ((:'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-114972857583381142</id><published>2006-06-08T08:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T10:54:19.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stanley cup finals, game 2</title><content type='html'>okay so its the break for period one right now. its the stanley cup finals, game 2. edmonton oilers vs carolina hurricanes. hurricanes leading 1 to nothing. )): the oilers' ist goalie got injured in the 1st game and is out for the entire season. bugger. ohwells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M FINALLY OUT FOR HOLIDAYS FOR THE REST OF THE MONTH. ITS A GOOD THING BUT TRY HAVING TRACK TRAINING ON SUNDAY MORNING. URG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second period break. 'canes leading 3-0. ): oilers aren't freaking attacking! ARG. fannoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;game over. 'canes won 5-0. disgusting game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-114972857583381142?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/114972857583381142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=114972857583381142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/114972857583381142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/114972857583381142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/06/stanley-cup-finals-game-2.html' title='stanley cup finals, game 2'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-114952043608444983</id><published>2006-06-05T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T23:13:56.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>coupling</title><content type='html'>dang, coupling is the bomb! hilarious shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and omgosh, after tuition for nicole i went to the bus stop so i could take a bus to white sands before going for my own tuition. then there was still small boy running for the bus with his bag and his grandfather after him. then after i boarded the bus, the boy stood there and told her bus uncle in chinese telling the conductor not to go first cause he has to wait for his grandmother (who was on the way) cause her leg hurts. damn sweet! the boy's probably what, four or five years old? dang, the smallest things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-114952043608444983?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/114952043608444983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=114952043608444983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/114952043608444983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/114952043608444983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/06/coupling.html' title='coupling'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-114947704598765033</id><published>2006-06-05T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T13:43:08.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>throwing their love away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/179/251/1600/watching.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/179/251/320/watching.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/179/251/1600/takemeaway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/179/251/320/takemeaway.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skipped school. it was only elective lit and english today. haha! debs said that there were only 15 people present in class today. ROFL. poor souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm a master at story telling! dig that, bitches. rofl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table background="#FFFFFF" border="0" style="border: 1px solid black;"width="450"&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;elizabeth --&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;[noun]:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A master of storytelling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: #FF0000;" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=83"&gt;'How will you be defined in the dictionary?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com" style="color: #FF0000;"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohyes, and if i offended anyone in my post about the hockey thing, i apologise yeah. its just that i hate to see people in the team fighting, and especially over trivial matters, and especially those close to me. hope you understand yeah. and i just realised more people read my blog than i assumed. *smacks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-114947704598765033?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/114947704598765033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=114947704598765033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/114947704598765033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/114947704598765033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/06/throwing-their-love-away.html' title='throwing their love away.'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-114943364247599962</id><published>2006-06-04T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T23:07:22.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i realised</title><content type='html'>i realised that some individuals really get a kick out of tagging my board, dissing me and leaving anonymously. and i'm getting quite amused by it. ohwells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hockey was good today. but my breath got knocked out of me again. dang. and there's school tomorrow too. JOY. ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad i can't leave anonymously on my blog though. rofl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-114943364247599962?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/114943364247599962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=114943364247599962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/114943364247599962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/114943364247599962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-realised_04.html' title='i realised'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-114934603006367392</id><published>2006-06-03T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T22:47:10.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>disappointing.</title><content type='html'>today was up and down, i guess. got up early to meet layling and the sentosa people about work next sunday. then headed over the plaza sing to meet up with mummy for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;training today was entirely scrimmage, was playing like shit initially and i guess i came around. and i'm still waiting to join ice, don't know when though. probably after prelims or o's. haha, which is ironic cause i said that im gonna start after midyears. poots ohwells. and jill came! (: and i got rammed in the chest. and if inline hockey is still sort of a contact sport, why do people get pissed when they get pushed. and do you think people have the right to demand for respect after losing it? i doubt. this is ridiculous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love subway oatmeal raisin cookies! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep quiet, Nothing comes as easy as you. &lt;br /&gt;Can I lay in your bed all day? &lt;br /&gt;I'll be your best kept secret and your biggest mistake. &lt;br /&gt;The hand behind this pen relieves a failure every day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-114934603006367392?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/114934603006367392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=114934603006367392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/114934603006367392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/114934603006367392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/06/disappointing.html' title='disappointing.'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-114925961617727621</id><published>2006-06-02T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T22:46:56.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>QUEST</title><content type='html'>there was this arts excursion thingy yesterday to the esplanade to watch Quest. its a performance by the Singapore Chinese Orchestra and Singapore Dance Theatre. dang, i miss dancing so much. i'm not gonna start regretting now cause i'd have alot of other stuff to regret, so no. mr meyer was talking so much rubbish before the show started and during the performance, he slept. *roll eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty proud of myself cause i stayed for class throughout the entire day. *applauds* BIO WAS SUPER FUN LA. haha check this out.&lt;br /&gt;VIT_MIN = Vitamin A deficiency. &lt;br /&gt;food-food-food-food = food chain.&lt;br /&gt;then we played pictionary and other really fun stuff. :D good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made sushi with sam and puicheng just now. I SO DON'T WANT TO SEE OR SMELL SUSHI FOR AT LEAST 2MONTHS. I'M SO SICK OF THE SMELL. URG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i walked into my kitchen door. -.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-114925961617727621?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/114925961617727621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=114925961617727621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/114925961617727621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/114925961617727621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/06/quest.html' title='QUEST'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-114908917835359704</id><published>2006-05-31T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T23:26:18.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wanna pop! :D</title><content type='html'>i wanna learn popping. its so cute. *does the arm wave thing*. nam hyun joon is the bomb. i'll learn how to pop and be better at it than he is. i'll keep dreaming, though. heh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so tired. went for classes today, the sakae lunchh (hani maki thingy is yummers! i forgot what its called.) [NEWSFLASH: sam just typed SUCKX on msn. heh, i am amused. heh] okay, so i went home after after. then for track. which nearly killed me and gave me a heat stroke. then off to hockey. apparently im degraded from USA to USB. long story, but its got to do with my USA jersey. and im still waiting for justin to get me the canada one. he should be back there by now. hmmm, ohwells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF I TOLD YOU ABOUT YOUR HOT BODY, WOULD YOU HOLD IT AGAINST ME? (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-114908917835359704?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/114908917835359704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=114908917835359704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/114908917835359704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/114908917835359704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-wanna-pop-d.html' title='i wanna pop! :D'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-114899928280736749</id><published>2006-05-30T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T22:28:02.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its not the same anymore</title><content type='html'>school today was shiet. one and a half hours of chem and two hours of social. it doesnt get any worse than that. *sulks. and mrs o was being a pain in the ass by not letting debbie and i take out textbooks from class. *roll eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and at break, it was only chai and i left cause i ended chem late and the rest of them went to 7-11 already, poots. and dan called elton the my-hole-in-the-knee friend. funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went to meet elton for lunch at parkwayy. it felt like.. different. but fun nonetheless. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent the entire afternoon sleeping. YES, LONG AWAITED SLEEEEP. then math papers and walked over to ida's place to get a book from her. played with selby for a while and came back home. and somehow, it felt so weird when i walked back alone. )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and debbie wants me to give a shout out to her. HELLO DEBBIE YONG TAU FOOOO. :D i love you even though you sit next to me everyday and abuse me by hitting me and smacking me and whatever. youre so gonna get it when i pull the turban thing on you. i love you shitless la. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i walked alone and i saw you there, right infront of me. i walked closer, and i wanted to believe it was you, but you vanished into thin air. right before my eyes. now i'm left with what the night has left to spare for me, silence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-114899928280736749?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/114899928280736749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=114899928280736749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/114899928280736749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/114899928280736749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-not-same-anymore.html' title='its not the same anymore'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-114896084143868010</id><published>2006-05-30T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T11:47:21.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>simplee.</title><content type='html'>i wanna make you feel the way you make me feel the way you make me feel when i'm with you. i wanna be the only hand you need to hold onto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-114896084143868010?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/114896084143868010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=114896084143868010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/114896084143868010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/114896084143868010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/05/simplee.html' title='simplee.'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-114888961465410677</id><published>2006-05-29T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T16:00:14.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YES!</title><content type='html'>CHINESE O'S ARE OVER AND DONE WITH! WHEEEE. HAHA. I WILL NOT SEE ANOTHER CHINESE WORD UNTIL AT LEAST ORAL MID-MONTH! YESYESYES! :D okay, maybe it doesn't feel like chinese is over, but i'm glad it just is. and OMFGOSH, THAT STUPID CLOZE PASSAGE CAME OUT IN THE CHINESE TYS BOOK THINGY! I DIDNT DO IT ANYWAY, AND NOT THAT I WAS PLANNING TO DO IT, BUT YEAH! BITCHZZ. HAHA, I FEEL OH-SO-LIANZZZ WORXX. *CRINGES*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the paper, the whole bunch of us left school for sumo house lunch. but when we got to sumo house, there was only debbie and i left. ): rena had tuition, dawn went home, pan and jac also decided to go home. so it was debbie and me left. poots. but whatever, ordered cheap cheap food that we couldnt finish. *bawls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH HAHA, AND I HARDLY KNOW ANYONE FROM SKATESPORTS ALREADY, MOST OF US LEFT OR WENT TO ARMY. EITHER WAY, WE AREN'T THERE ANYMORE! ROFL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS A BEAUTIFUL DAYYY AND I FEEL ALL CAPS LOCKEY AND STUFFS. THE SKYYY IS OHHH-SOO-BLOOO. HRMPHS, I'M SO GOING DIVING THIS MONTH! MISS THE GUYS UP THERE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW I SHALL LOOK FOR MORE ENTERTAINING GAY BLOGS CAUSE IM AMUSED BY COLIN AND KERO. *PULLS FACE* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;taking steps back through the words i should've said to you, they all got lost. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-114888961465410677?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/114888961465410677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=114888961465410677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/114888961465410677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/114888961465410677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/05/yes.html' title='YES!'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-114872437873080557</id><published>2006-05-27T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T22:02:16.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no point playing hockey la!</title><content type='html'>there isn't any point in playing with Wild Vines already. half the team isnt committed at all to play competitively. training was cancelled today cause it rained earlier. i thought i'd be okay since it was raining when i received the message, but when tuition ended, the skies were so blue and practically cloudless. sam and hakimah were at the court cause they didnt receive any message. whatev. there's the Sin Boon Ann cup coming up. i won't play if the team is just randomly put together. there isnt any drive to be in the team. not that anyone will bother that they're in the 2nd line up cause there isnt even a third up line up to start with. even my parents think that i shouldn't play with Wild Vines anymore if the team continues to be like this. if only the sport was like slightly bigger and more competitive. ))): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm still thinking if i should still do DSA, cause i don't know if i still wanna run and throw in JC. tsk, ohwells. i might as well give it a shot la. -shrugs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister's coming back tomorrow! haha, its been so long since she left for a camp for so long. ohwells. anyway yeah. PRAY THAT I CAN PLAY HOCKEY TOMORROW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your heart is shooting stars and you're holding heaven in your arms, have you ever been in love?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-114872437873080557?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/114872437873080557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=114872437873080557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/114872437873080557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/114872437873080557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/05/no-point-playing-hockey-la.html' title='no point playing hockey la!'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-114865742159473961</id><published>2006-05-26T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T23:30:21.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cheap cheap!</title><content type='html'>SRGOIJHFGIDHRGDJKNGFUDGH.&lt;br /&gt;you're in 'love'. again. i wonder if its real and if you aren't playing around again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought sunflowers cheap cheap today! :D two beautiful stalks for 50cents. 50cents honey!! :D i love far east flora, its such a happy place. i saw this sort of a bouquet flower thing. its like sunflowers and gerberas and leaves and two sun ballons with it! and the price is oh-so-beautiful. its 500dollars!! *sulks. i told sam to get it for me when i get married. haha :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i went for ACJ's Restless 3 performance. it was awesome! ruilin and the others were really good. and according to sam, the guys have better asses than the girls. :DD and theyve all got sixpacks. yummy. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-114865742159473961?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/114865742159473961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=114865742159473961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/114865742159473961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/114865742159473961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/05/cheap-cheap.html' title='cheap cheap!'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-114847983417943335</id><published>2006-05-24T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T22:10:34.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>track = drugs.</title><content type='html'>training kills, SAY NO TO TRACK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but how can i? i love the trackers. i cannot keep going for training and laugh my ass off! laughing is probably the work out. tsk. one fine example is dear gretl. she came up to the sprinters with the 'sian' look and said that the distance girls were gonna play a game. so being sprinters, we poked fun and asked what it was. and gretl, having really small eyes suddenly burst to life and yelled "RUNNING!" hahahahah. victoria and i were shaking la. we couldn't stop laughing at the changed expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, enough. chinese o's are on monday. and i haven't done anything. poots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-114847983417943335?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/114847983417943335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=114847983417943335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/114847983417943335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/114847983417943335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/05/track-drugs.html' title='track = drugs.'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-114845200863625798</id><published>2006-05-24T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T14:26:48.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rugby translations.</title><content type='html'>rofl, so i was telling sam about the european cup and how ronan o'gara is hot stuff, here's what we came up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: omgosh, ronan o'gara is hot la.&lt;br /&gt;sam: ohokay. (being very unenthusiastic)&lt;br /&gt;me: (ignores and rambles on) he's the fly... *didn't manage to finish cause i was stumped*&lt;br /&gt;sam: the kicker?&lt;br /&gt;me: nono, he's the fly-something. (i was really stumped, not usually like this)&lt;br /&gt;sam: oh! he's the flyer?!&lt;br /&gt;me: flyers are for cheerleading, woman.&lt;br /&gt;sam: oh. (silence)&lt;br /&gt;me: ah! its the flyhalf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha! flyhalf becomes the flyer and the kicker. *fat ass grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sam: i play rugby in school!&lt;br /&gt;me: contact or touch?&lt;br /&gt;sam: contact la! and you know we learnt the trick of twisting the ball!&lt;br /&gt;me: *stunned* twist the ball? &lt;br /&gt;sam: ya, you know when you pass it to someone else? *describes*&lt;br /&gt;me: *still stunned*&lt;br /&gt;sam: damn cool right! (rambles on and i didn't catch it cause i was still stunned by "twisting" the ball.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it took me like 20seconds to figure out that she meant "spin". haha. okay, not funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school was retarded today. i got called to the dentist early this morning. and she was complaining that so many people were absent today (not my fault, exams are over). then there was chinese AGAIN. and since tomorrow's picture taking day, we might as well think of a fun funshot pose thing. i hate it when the class gets involved with shit like this cause half the class doesn't bother and the other half is screaming to get their point across (me not included). its like a warzone. (i thought the thong idea was cute, though). and and and i have track later and i don't feel like running. *sulks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll stop the world and melt with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-114845200863625798?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/114845200863625798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=114845200863625798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/114845200863625798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/114845200863625798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/05/rugby-translations.html' title='rugby translations.'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-114830733828586135</id><published>2006-05-22T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T22:15:38.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wasted day.</title><content type='html'>pffft, today was such a wasted day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stayed up to watch torque yesterday, and i wished elson happy birthday. since he didn't reply, i went to sleep. happily, he called me at like 2am to ask me who i was cause he changed number. &amp;#!%#&amp;*%$% basket. apparently he couldnt hear me, so he hung up and msged me. URG. annoying or annoying? annoying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i woke up at 630 to go to school. i super didn't feel like going cause the entire day was gonna be spent doing nothing, but i went to school anyway. so class was about to start right, then there was fire drill. URG and they made us sit in the netball courts for heaven-knows how long. and when we returned to class, we had CHINESE INTENSIVE. i was yawning half my life away so i got my mom to come to school and get me. turned out that there was an hour and a half of chemistry revision that i desperately needed. AND RONIN PERFORMED IN SCHOOL TODAY. nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went home and slept from 11 - 3pm with ALOT of damned interruptions in my sleep. pissing off! its either someone came into my room, someone called my phone or someone msged me. i spent the rest of the afternoon doing math and teaching rena how to argue online. rofl, hilarious shiet. cause rena and caiming came up with this thing that each time either of them got angry, they had to forget that they were angry and tell each other why they were angry and they'll decide whose fault it is. and rena said that caiming always won. so i tried to show her how to win the arguements and she ended up winning me 4-2 i think. poots. dang, caiming must be good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there was tuition, i did integrations and math will either make my day or be the death of me. urg.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-114830733828586135?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/114830733828586135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=114830733828586135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/114830733828586135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/114830733828586135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/05/wasted-day.html' title='wasted day.'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-114830626789229770</id><published>2006-05-22T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T21:57:47.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>swaaaayyy.</title><content type='html'>don't stray, don't ever go away. i should be much to smart for this &lt;br /&gt;you know it gets the better of me sometimes &lt;br /&gt;when you and i collide, i fall into an ocean of you &lt;br /&gt;pull me out in time, don't let me drown, let me down &lt;br /&gt;i say its all because of you and here i go &lt;br /&gt;losing my control. i'm practising your name &lt;br /&gt;so i can say it to your face it doesn't seem right &lt;br /&gt;to look you in the eye and let all the things you mean to me &lt;br /&gt;come tumbling out my mouth indeed its time &lt;br /&gt;tell you why, i say its infinitely true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-114830626789229770?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/114830626789229770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=114830626789229770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/114830626789229770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/114830626789229770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/05/swaaaayyy.html' title='swaaaayyy.'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-114814098699641646</id><published>2006-05-21T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T00:03:07.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heineken european cup</title><content type='html'>MUNSTER WON THE HEINEKEN EUROPEAN CUP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ronan o'gara is the bomb! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/179/251/1600/ogararonan.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/179/251/320/ogararonan.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-114814098699641646?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/114814098699641646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=114814098699641646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/114814098699641646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/114814098699641646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/05/heineken-european-cup.html' title='heineken european cup'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-114809432469848100</id><published>2006-05-20T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T11:05:24.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>flip flop.</title><content type='html'>last night was a total flop. urg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out with caiming, rena, yang, zhen and sam. initially, we intended to catch the da vinci code. but in the end, apparently half of singapore was catching it yesterday. so we couldn't. then we decided to watch over the hedge, and even that was freaking selling fast. URG. there was like onlt the first and second row left and even if we chose it, we'd have to be separated. so we gave up and went to eat at swensen's instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and at swensen's, the service was so horrible! gosh. this waiter walked past rena and flung his tray of water recklessly and spilt water on rena and it splashed on zhen. and when sam confronted him, his first reaction:" i didn't spill water!" *rolls eyes* and when they were refilling water, they spilt it all over the table. and this lady wanted to refill water for rena, she gestured with her finger to pass the cup. sheesh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after swensen's, we stood at the railings and did nothing. i think we stood there for a good ten-fifteen minutes. then we went off. ): so much for a moviee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Friday evening, we've been drinking&lt;br /&gt;2 AM, I swear I might propose&lt;br /&gt;but we close the tab, split a cab&lt;br /&gt;and call each other up when we get home&lt;br /&gt;falling asleep to the sound of sirens&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-114809432469848100?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/114809432469848100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=114809432469848100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/114809432469848100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/114809432469848100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/05/flip-flop.html' title='flip flop.'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-114794848835614963</id><published>2006-05-18T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T18:34:48.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss feeling high.</title><content type='html'>i miss feeling high. FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i still dream about you. i'm ashamed. its been so long already, but still. i don't even know why i torment myself about this shit. *rolls eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's hockey tonight and i don't even know if i wanna go, i'm aching all over and feeling sian. URG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elliott Yamin's out of AMI. sad la, ive always wanted Taylor to get out but he's still in. sulks, nevermind at least Katherine's still in. SHE'D BETTER WIN. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the new black MacBook is glam. mummy says she's gonna get me a lappy when i get into JC. i'll probably get it, unless there's another more glam one that's gonna come out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone wants to come to emdd with me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-114794848835614963?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/114794848835614963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=114794848835614963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/114794848835614963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/114794848835614963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-miss-feeling-high.html' title='i miss feeling high.'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-114786346094209071</id><published>2006-05-17T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T18:57:40.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am accomplished.</title><content type='html'>i am accomplished, i walked back home from VJC after training today. hah. and as usual, the coach was being pmsey and all today. ROLLS EYES. shall not elaborate further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my results are screwed up as usual. urg. byebye DSA. now ihave to work harder for prelims and pray i do well for o's. byebye VJC too. -sulks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;searching for something that isn't there.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-114786346094209071?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/114786346094209071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=114786346094209071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/114786346094209071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/114786346094209071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-am-accomplished.html' title='i am accomplished.'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-114775796586537178</id><published>2006-05-16T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T13:39:25.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the ten commandments.</title><content type='html'>Paul Van Dyke's ten commandments:&lt;br /&gt;1. Choose life, not drugs.&lt;br /&gt;2. Smile.&lt;br /&gt;3. Give someone a hug or make someone laugh.&lt;br /&gt;4. Don't be afraid to say "I love you".&lt;br /&gt;5. Always put family first.&lt;br /&gt;6. Never let fame get you.&lt;br /&gt;7. Climb a mountain.&lt;br /&gt;8. Do one good deed a day.&lt;br /&gt;9. Play to 20000 people at an outdoor music festival.&lt;br /&gt;10. Eat an apple a day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-114775796586537178?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/114775796586537178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=114775796586537178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/114775796586537178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/114775796586537178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/05/ten-commandments.html' title='the ten commandments.'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-114765791397482430</id><published>2006-05-15T09:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T09:51:53.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>responsible.</title><content type='html'>you're responsible for your own success&lt;br /&gt;so don't let yourself off the hook.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-114765791397482430?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/114765791397482430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=114765791397482430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/114765791397482430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/114765791397482430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/05/responsible.html' title='responsible.'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-114761513816931622</id><published>2006-05-14T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T21:58:58.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>words.</title><content type='html'>words are things to be manipulated, after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-114761513816931622?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/114761513816931622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=114761513816931622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/114761513816931622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/114761513816931622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/05/words.html' title='words.'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-114736531409610565</id><published>2006-05-12T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T00:35:16.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>strawberry champagne.</title><content type='html'>ooh, i'm free from exams. just took chinese listening today. pretty alright la. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ohmytian, today's weather was a killer la. URG. anyways, I FRAKING FINISHED THREE ESSAYS TODAY DURING TUITION. hahahaha, i feel so freaking accomplished! :D heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND OMFGOSH, AMERICA HAD VOTED CHRIS DAUGHTRY OUT OF AMERICAN IDOL. )))))): urg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strawberries in champagne is the bomb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-114736531409610565?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/114736531409610565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=114736531409610565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/114736531409610565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/114736531409610565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/05/strawberry-champagne.html' title='strawberry champagne.'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-114727076437505558</id><published>2006-05-10T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T09:38:12.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ICHIGOOOO! ((:</title><content type='html'>omfgosh. today has been a long one. and thanks to samantha ashley chin zhen fang, i'm hooked onto bleach. this really cool jap anime thingy. URG. stupid woman. poots. BUT rofl, ICHIGO's name is like resounding in in my head. and all that high-pitched screaming. HAHA. retarded stuff. rofl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, zhen and yang crashed when we were about to bake. rofl, sam and i ended up doing most of it. haha. we freaking baked for like what, 4plus hours. my fingers got burnt cause i picked up the metal grill that sam just took out of the oven and placed it on the table. URG. i thought it was the one i asked her to take out of the cupboard together with the other trays so i just picked it up. and oh mama, it burns! )): stupid shiet la. and we were hot and sticky and perspiry and smelly and all. ewwwww. but i had fun, and ze cookies have me essence in itzzzz. wahaha. *snigger*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-114727076437505558?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/114727076437505558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=114727076437505558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/114727076437505558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/114727076437505558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/05/ichigoooo.html' title='ICHIGOOOO! ((:'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-114723164784307386</id><published>2006-05-10T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T11:27:27.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>uurrrrrhhhhhggggg. iiii'mmm piiiiiissssssseeeddddd.</title><content type='html'>UUUURRRRRGGGGGHHHH. i think have a love-hate relationship with math. ): math makes me happy and sad all at the same time. *poof* and the magic is lost. HELP, I'M SUPPOSED TO BE HAPPY. MIDYEARS ARE OVER LA. i know prelims are coming, no reminder required. BUT STILL. the setters are such faggots. ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third Eye Blind is nice. i'm having awful addictions. like sappy love movies, silly love songs. and emo stuff are funny. the notebook is sadd. wild horses. baking later. cosy bay tomorrow. 5day weekend. pffft.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-114723164784307386?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/114723164784307386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=114723164784307386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/114723164784307386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/114723164784307386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/05/uurrrrrhhhhhggggg-iiiimmm.html' title='uurrrrrhhhhhggggg. iiii&apos;mmm piiiiiissssssseeeddddd.'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-114717611540270957</id><published>2006-05-09T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T20:01:55.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>an officer and a gentleman. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-114717611540270957?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/114717611540270957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=114717611540270957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/114717611540270957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/114717611540270957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post.html' title='(:'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-114716911160373887</id><published>2006-05-09T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T11:50:25.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we've got tonight, who needs tomorrow?</title><content type='html'>dang, i'm addicted to youtube. ooooomgosh, and i found my favourite clip of all time from love actually. ((:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Shhh, say it's the carol singers. By any luck, i'll be dating these girls by next year. But for now let me say, without hope or agenda, just because it's Christmas, (and at Christmas you tell the truth). To me, you are perfect, and my wasted heart will love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweet shiet. and ohwells, even if it was Christmas, i wouldn't tell you either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-114716911160373887?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/114716911160373887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=114716911160373887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/114716911160373887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/114716911160373887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/05/weve-got-tonight-who-needs-tomorrow.html' title='we&apos;ve got tonight, who needs tomorrow?'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-114706685220256020</id><published>2006-05-08T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T13:40:52.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rain.</title><content type='html'>this is what i call awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DOMVjhTTRFc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DOMVjhTTRFc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-114706685220256020?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/114706685220256020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=114706685220256020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/114706685220256020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/114706685220256020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/05/rain.html' title='rain.'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-114700451987517202</id><published>2006-05-07T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T20:21:59.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>urg.</title><content type='html'>omfgosh. i cannot believe the reason i gave myself when i left hockey early today. i played with the guys today, i felt like shit and left. urg. this is pissing me off. i haven't played in two weeks and i totally forget the game. this is not supposed to happen. ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i have been studying, just because my results aren't as perfect as you'd like it to be does NOT mean that you'll get all angsty and stuff. it ticks me off, really. annoying. i hate exams, especially when everyone isn't feeling alright. URG.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-114700451987517202?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/114700451987517202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=114700451987517202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/114700451987517202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/114700451987517202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/05/urg.html' title='urg.'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-114690717961038231</id><published>2006-05-06T17:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T17:19:39.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hope someone breaks your heart, too.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/179/251/1600/tooo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/179/251/320/tooo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-114690717961038231?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/114690717961038231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=114690717961038231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/114690717961038231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/114690717961038231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-hope-someone-breaks-your-heart-too.html' title='i hope someone breaks your heart, too.'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19147711.post-114690537637981404</id><published>2006-05-06T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T16:49:37.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tristan and isolde.</title><content type='html'>i watched tristan and isolde last night. and i was expecting the cliche love story that as much as the want to be together, they can't. they sneak away to be together and get caught. and they die trying to be together. something like that. heh, the show did turn out to be something like that but it's so different and so sad! gosh, i love sappy shows. heh. OMFGOSH LAH, JAMES FRANCO IS HOT STUFF. (okay, not when he's smiling. but when he's serious. WHOA. yummy yummy yummy. :D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm not going for hockey today! half the team's in KL for the ice tourney and i'm so gonna play ice too la. =D anyways yeah. i didn't wanna go cause half my line is gone and it's left me and the captain. so forget it. ((: i shall go tomorrow and have more fun. yeah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i think i've already lost you, i think you're already gone. i think i'm finally scared now. &lt;br /&gt;you think i'm weak, i think you're wrong.&lt;br /&gt;i think you're already leaving, feels like your hand's on the door.&lt;br /&gt;i thought this place was an empire, but now i'm relaxed, i can't be sure &lt;br /&gt;i think you're so mean,i think we should try. i think i could need this in my life &lt;br /&gt;i think i'm just scared, i think too much i know this is wrong it's a problem i'm dealing.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19147711-114690537637981404?l=prozac-addicted.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/feeds/114690537637981404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19147711&amp;postID=114690537637981404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/114690537637981404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19147711/posts/default/114690537637981404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prozac-addicted.blogspot.com/2006/05/tristan-and-isolde.html' title='tristan and isolde.'/><author><name>`lizz</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
