<?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-14539940</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:37:03.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God's life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>izza</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>85</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14539940.post-116037501890665317</id><published>2006-10-09T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T23:23:38.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ONE MORE DAAAY :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14539940-116037501890665317?l=somecallmegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/116037501890665317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/116037501890665317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/2006/10/one-more-daaay.html' title=''/><author><name>izza</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14539940.post-115734872485458796</id><published>2006-09-04T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T22:45:24.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Izza? Updating? *gasps*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cyber diary has come to live once again. I decided to keep a personal one, it's much more meaningful. Today, we had AMath extra class, I swear- why have holidays when we're called back any way? We were late. We referring to me, Charlene, Deni and Pearlyn. And late referring to, we stayed at the coffee shop opp the sch so that we won't be early. Was supposed to meet Charlene at 8 but I arrived at 8.15 (I couldn't wake up ok)&lt;br /&gt;Then me, Charlene and Deni sat at the coffee shop, chatting away, they wanted to go into sch at 9 but I guai what LOL. Then Pearlyn walked past and Charlene was like, "EH Pearlyn, come sit for kopi with us." I swear we made so much noise, everyone was practically staring.. So we left at 8.45 and reached sch at 8.50 ? Mrs Chang didn't scold us (phew!). Math was boring, I remember Charlene and her pandan jelly gross can. Can't wait for tmr :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14539940-115734872485458796?l=somecallmegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/115734872485458796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/115734872485458796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/2006/09/izza-updating-gasps-my-cyber-diary-has.html' title=''/><author><name>izza</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14539940.post-115580664252294541</id><published>2006-08-17T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T02:24:02.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy God-You're-A-Sucky-Teacher's Day to YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly had the worst day in sch today, it started off just fine and you know how I'm extra happy 'cause I'm not fasting. Well, she had to ruin it all, and it's not like it happened after recess ya know? It happened right after morn assembly. She came up to me with the stern look interprated as bitchface and she asked me where my Journal 1 was, so I told her it's in my friend's locker (God knows which one) then she asked me to take out my handphone right there to ring up my mum 'cause she wanted to speak to her. So I took out my handphone right in the middle of the Basketball court to ring mum up, obviously everyone turned to see what the hell I was doin'.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to tell my mum not to believe the crap she says 'cause she's utterly biased and prejudiced against me in her face so bad, but I wasn't as evil as her and I trust my mum would believe the rightful person..&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I got a little freaked out but my dearest friends were there to comfort me, and it was sweet of Amy to help me look for my book. Thanks a bunch Honey!&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't in the best of moods in the morn 'cause of HER- ohgodpls&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;killher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That one never mind lah, she walks off with my phone and continues having long convos with my mum, her reason? she patronizes and idolises my mum- erm wtf?! she actually told me that! URGHHHHH- Funfair what she, my phone bill is already high enough, not like money runs out of my taps- motherflabber you know.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't know whether to find her after sch to get my phone back, but turns out she left to do OLevel Oral- MyGod! Does she need a slap or what?!&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I'm phone-less. Thanks Aunty Jo for fetching me to Siglap :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;HAPPY 15TH KATHLEEN &amp;amp; KATHY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14539940-115580664252294541?l=somecallmegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/115580664252294541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/115580664252294541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-god-youre-sucky-teachers-day-to.html' title=''/><author><name>izza</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14539940.post-115513023796348148</id><published>2006-08-09T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T06:30:38.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY 41ST GIRLFRIEND!&lt;/span&gt; (Singapore lah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I officially, and have always, sucked at multi-tasking.&lt;br /&gt;Have been ferrying myself (oh my poor legs) from the study room to the living room, to 1. use the Net 2. watch NDP06 and 3. watch S'pore Idol.&lt;br /&gt;OMGGGzzz, Joakim *gasps for air* sang the FRIENDS theme song! ohgod-faints and what's up with the cowboy checkered collared top?!!! so HOT, he was extra cute today, no doubt 'bout that.&lt;br /&gt;Ok I was supposed to catch the parade at the National Stadium with Aunty Jo, Sheryl, Kim and Amy but I backed out (you know how I am with sweaty red shirts and no private space whatsoever)&lt;br /&gt;Today, one of my -damn i should have done something useful- days. I have got to do something with my life. I scored 22/25 for Chem.! (omg finally!) a first time pass for me, so at least compliment at my tagboard please. thank you. Don't ask 'bout A or E Math, can go suck on that. So not looking forward to sch anymore, God knows why. Feel like puking when I think of tuition uggh&lt;br /&gt;... I received my first 15th birthday pressie ytd, ok so I'm not 15th yet but I saw it, I asked and she got it for me. She is my sister :) Went down at 2030pm last night to get it, in the mail that is- OMG damn exciting! A My Little Pony junkfood vintage tee :) loves it.&lt;br /&gt;My wishlist: (ahem you know for what ah)&lt;br /&gt;White iPod Nano&lt;br /&gt;LeCoq checkered shoulder bag&lt;br /&gt;More Junkfood tees!&lt;br /&gt;Red Suspenders with gold clips&lt;br /&gt;Forever 21 long tunics&lt;br /&gt;Polka dot red waisted belt with gold buckle&lt;br /&gt;High waisted belt -red and gold too&lt;br /&gt;Champagne-colored metallic handbag from 77th street&lt;br /&gt;Vintage pendant with gold chain&lt;br /&gt;Red/Cream Guitar pick necklace&lt;br /&gt;Faded ripped jeans&lt;br /&gt;Brown converse sneakers&lt;br /&gt;Sequinned Clutch (brown/gold)&lt;br /&gt;Acuvue define contacts&lt;br /&gt;Mondo peep toe heels&lt;br /&gt;polka dot top (red base white dots)&lt;br /&gt;My little pony tee!&lt;br /&gt;Carebear junkfood tee&lt;br /&gt;Polka dot cloth hairband (black base white dots)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yah yah I thick skin lah ok, but don't go running around crying when you don't get what you want for your birthday- I'm simply planning ahead :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14539940-115513023796348148?l=somecallmegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/115513023796348148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/115513023796348148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-41st-girlfriend-singapore-lah-i.html' title=''/><author><name>izza</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14539940.post-115458787929045995</id><published>2006-08-03T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T23:51:19.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yes world, I know I haven't been updating regularly.&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I've been really busy ya know? up to my neck with well, studies.&lt;br /&gt;Oh who am I kiddin'. I'm hooked on online shopping so it's my first priority now when I go online which is for a short period of time so I have to use it wisely lah ok?&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, some time ago, I won second in level for the BMW Book Cover design. That was uber shocking. That was so last year's news. LOL&lt;br /&gt;School's been pretty much ok, except that I have got to find so many missing worksheets etc etc. O God, busy busy busy. Today's freee for muah, 'cause  it's Polling Day hols for kc :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I can't afford this-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sesame Street Junkfood Tee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone/everyone is free to order it for my birthday/&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SGD 25 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14539940-115458787929045995?l=somecallmegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/115458787929045995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/115458787929045995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/2006/08/yes-world-i-know-i-havent-been.html' title=''/><author><name>izza</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14539940.post-115270100419814418</id><published>2006-07-12T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T03:48:36.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh hell yes to those who have been bugging me to update :)&lt;br /&gt;I'm slowly loosing my short term memory symptoms but I've mildly forgotten what has happened in my life so far. Oh yes, 1 major thing I remembered was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EMDD'06&lt;/span&gt; and dang was that sh.tloads of fun. Firstly, I wasn't paying much attention in class 'cause of the thrill of getting dressed in my head, well &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at least &lt;/span&gt;I looked like I was paying attention. But oh let me tell you the wait w/o Kim and Amelia asleep half the time was out to murder me. And hell did break loose when sch ended.&lt;br /&gt;We (plus Celeste) headed to Pasir Ris MRT to fetch Su Yi (yes, she's back from Aussie). She hasn't changed one bit, I swear :) Ate at the food court at Elias Mall then we split ways and met up at my house at 3 to get ready. Ok, so we did figure that being chiong was better 'cause we were friggin' late and we were lost. Decided to cab from City Hall and we created a racket in the cab 'cause we thought the cab uncle was gonna rape us, I swear SJI is in the middle of nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;Reached there, (freakin' awkward 'cause ppl in the trains etc. were staring at us, esp. me in a dress) omgzzz I swear the Sec ones couldn't have embarrassed our sch anymore to death. They made the free seating look cheap by jamming the entrances, and omg dress sense= chao ah lianzz please. yah lah Izza, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;upper sec. already what LOLZ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw Pearlyn, Amy etc. there so we chatted for a bit. I liked what Gloria wore, uber chic.&lt;br /&gt;Amy was a little upset which made me upset too 'cause she wasn't her hyper, ditzy self. Mainly 'cause she lost her wallet which contained her ticket. In the end, I sat with Nathalie and Ashvin whilst Fad, Damien, Gaya and her friends sat in the row behind us.&lt;br /&gt;During the intermission, walked around in our oh-so-ber-euu-ti-ful dresses and took snapshots (will upload over the weekend). Dad fetched me, Celeste and her friend home and I fell asleep in - minutes LOL&lt;br /&gt;Next day, Mendaki *sighs* changed both subject teachers, dang I miss Miss Fauzana - was sleepy all the way through and the new guy at Loyang tuition damn kental :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14539940-115270100419814418?l=somecallmegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/115270100419814418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/115270100419814418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/2006/07/oh-hell-yes-to-those-who-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>izza</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14539940.post-115122399322367520</id><published>2006-06-25T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T01:26:33.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To Malaysia, We Go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello disciples! Went to Malaysia with the parentals, and the siblings yesterday, w/o Rafida 'cause she had work- Boo her! for all the fun she had missed.&lt;br /&gt;The journey there was oh-so-blissful, for there is no more cramping in the newly recruited seven-seater family car :) We headed to Giant first, then me and my sister scanned the two-storey high shelves like savages, grabbing all the junk food we could find, I found the Chewy Cookies 'N' Cream granola bars, ohmygoood (that's moi!) so DELISH! Got sushi too! Not having eaten sushi for sucha long time, it tasted orgasmic! Got more junk, paid then headed for Malaysia's Bugis Market- City Plaza. Hell yeah, were we excited when we found out that the Mango boutique there was havin' a sale too! -up to 50% off (screams!)&lt;br /&gt;Me and my sister went in while the boys, and my mum sat out of it. I swear, The Mango sale in Malaysia (I missed the one in Singapore), is much much better than the one in Singapore, firstly, Malaysians aren't as kiasu as Singaporeans, so regardless of whether you turn up at the sale right at 6am sharp when it opens or 2 hours later (maybe even the next day), you're bound to get what you want in all the sizes it's made for. Seriously, and apparently, Malaysian teens don't shop at Mango, the age group only starts at 20plus, so there are lesser ppl to fight over a top for.&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I couldn't find the dress or the pink top I wanted, but I got something tons better!- would have gotten more, but my mum said I had too many clothes blahblahblah.&lt;br /&gt;Went around, wanted to get these faded Mango jeans but 34 was waaay too tight and 36 was hanging loosely on my hips so I put those down, 105RM y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Got my hands on a basic grey Mango top (25RM!) and and and !!! I found this GORGEOUS brown vest, only 50RM! So darn Ashlee Simpson&lt;/span&gt;, wanted to get this clutch and this calligraphy top and and and this handbag, but my mum said I spent too much so yeah. My sis got a wallet and we got the workaholic one at home a 50RM top.&lt;br /&gt;Walked around City Square, my bro got 3 shirts- Converse, Billabong and Volcom and my sis got thongs (as in sandals) too. Starbucks, Auntie Anne's and sugary doughnuts were all worth while.&lt;br /&gt;School starts tomorrow, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;EVERYONE! HURRY !!! GO FINISH YOUR HOMEWORK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, funny Izza. Fancy you saying that, when you have tons left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14539940-115122399322367520?l=somecallmegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/115122399322367520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/115122399322367520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/2006/06/to-malaysia-we-go-hello-disciples-went.html' title=''/><author><name>izza</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14539940.post-115097060725691189</id><published>2006-06-22T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T03:03:27.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;PSL/Prefect Farewell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wails* PSL is non'existent commencing on the first day of sch. OMFG my worst nightmare come true! haha I'm sucha Drama Queen :)&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we had the farewell, as just like other PSL/Prefect events we had, it was f.ing AWESOME! The games were fun, and we kept laughing and all, a great way to end the board. And I &lt;u&gt;swear&lt;/u&gt; Siantzu does the best and most realistic Miss Swan impersonations. Kim and I couldn't stop laughing, it's seriously hilarious, "ya Okay, I tell You.." and all LOLzZzZZz&lt;br /&gt;My group's name is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MPKISS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(Most Passionate Kiss)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;M&lt;/b&gt;ichelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;P&lt;/b&gt;ayel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;K&lt;/b&gt;arishma or someth. (oops I forgot her name)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt;zza (me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt;iantzu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;S&lt;/b&gt;ophie&lt;br /&gt; LOVE MY GROUP:) esp. when we combined with Bang Bang, Richenda's group for the water bomb war,-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BANGKISS&lt;/span&gt;! :)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah, so Prada and Ya Okay &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thought&lt;/span&gt; they won only to find out I had the other flag under my shirt (lol). So me and Siantzu snuck to go get their flags, imagine how it'd go if we had used our "start bombing ourselves to get them confused" plan. Our group was super poor lah, but we won :) haha, the planning and strategizing was the most fun part, coming up with the most hilarious and nonsencial plans.&lt;br /&gt;After it was done, we (kim, and I) went to get changed and we got a momento from Crystal &amp; Co. Sooo thoughtful and cute! thanks guys-&lt;br /&gt;Chatted with Aretha 'bout (ahem), haha she's nice after all, not the staring kind who looks like she's about to eat you, who I thought she was. Was a little sensitive topic but she sure made me feel comfortable talking bout it, so Thanks :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm going to Johore on Saturday&lt;/span&gt;- YAY for skipping tuition! haha, in the new car (back row all to myself) shall end here now, getting tired of blogging. bleagh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;P.S. Gettin' my Sim Card back on 25th June06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14539940-115097060725691189?l=somecallmegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/115097060725691189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/115097060725691189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/2006/06/pslprefect-farewell-wails-psl-is.html' title=''/><author><name>izza</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14539940.post-115072855462048678</id><published>2006-06-19T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T07:49:14.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ok so I have to make this quick 'cause I've got a mere 30minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I had dinner with my bloodline at Long John's at Plaza Sing., my sister's boyf. dropped her off but couldn't join us 'cause he had plans, the sweet thing was that he got her a ring from Citigem- sapphire, diamonds and all. Real ex, found out he's filthy richrichrich.&lt;br /&gt;Today, went to Parkway(yawns) and Bugis with my sis, yes I &lt;u&gt;finally&lt;/u&gt; found time to go to Bugis but it gave me a splitting headache 'cause all the Trance, Techno and Rap music were fused as the shops blasted them. oooohgod.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm happy with my buys, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;got a vintage black leather belt for 10bucks only!&lt;/span&gt;- the buckle's like bronze-ish and it's got a vintage design on it. And I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;got a baby blue top for 7.90&lt;/span&gt;, cheap!&lt;br /&gt;My sis got polka dot pumps from Bata-29.95, so topshopish and cute and a Rusty shoulder bag for 36.50, ahhh I like- totally Sienna Miller! (minus the huge shades)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY 15TH ARIF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14539940-115072855462048678?l=somecallmegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/115072855462048678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/115072855462048678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/2006/06/ok-so-i-have-to-make-this-quick-cause.html' title=''/><author><name>izza</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14539940.post-115061659485343655</id><published>2006-06-18T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T01:04:30.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh, thank the Lord for the Internet at Izza's in-efficient house is finally working!&lt;br /&gt;Ok I have got to stop all my sh.t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, never did I expect my life to change for the better during the last few weeks of the June hols, but yeah, I'm content with my life and all that comes with it. Realised that I haven't been that appreciative of what I had, and after my mum told me of other less fortunate ones I realised that I had to stop and think of all that I have.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so the car salesman who said our car was to be collected on Saturday called my dad on Thursday (yes, &lt;u&gt;two&lt;/u&gt; days early!) and asked him to collect the car. I went with my dad and the paper work and assembling of extra car parts took friggin' long. Was getting impatient, ('cause &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;it's like a 7-seater!&lt;/span&gt; OMFG!!) then&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; finally&lt;/span&gt;, yes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FINALLY&lt;/span&gt;, it was done! And, it's effing gorgeous. So we rode the car home, ahhh &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the luxury of such a big car&lt;/span&gt;. Could see that my dad was really happy to see that the children enjoyed the car very much and that just brightened my day:)&lt;br /&gt;At night, my dad, mum, bro., aunt and me went off to settle something (in the new car of course! ha- so kan chiong.), afterwhich we fetched the two sisters after work (more people can fit into the car what). Then, we headed to McCafe at East Coast Park to grab a bite, the place was bustling with World Cup fanatics screaming at every goal 'cause McDonald's, which was beside McCafe, was televising the game. I had a &lt;u&gt;Double&lt;/u&gt; Chocolate Frapp and an Oreo Romeo Cheesecake, and that's at 12am, holy sh.t, scream- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;FAAAAAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after savagely gorging down all the food, my bro. hurried us so he could catch the next soccer match at home. We dropped my aunt off at her house then went home.&lt;br /&gt;Friday, went to Heeren alone to meet my sis 'cause Flash N Splash had up to 70% off on bikinis and clothing, too bad they were running short and all that were left were, let's just say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ewww?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, i got these red rose earstuds, really cute then I went to Paragon where there was this baby pink Roxy bikini for $27.60, yes cheap but the cutting was weird so I put it down after trying it. We grabbed a bite at Macs, and just walked around Taka, then she got a bear for her guy, ha sounds weird. She headed back for work at Mooks, and I went to Tamp to check out Sheer Romance, ooo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I finally got my black headband&lt;/span&gt;, and the brand's click six, funny eh? The Click Five -&gt; click six. Ok shut up Izza.&lt;br /&gt;Tried on several bikinis at Sheer Romance, they didn't have the orange one I wanted so I settled for a white and pink one- $29. Then I headed home.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, went for breakfast in the morn. with the parentals and Lyna. I wasn't very hungry so I just nibbled on my mum's laksa. After that, we went to Geylang (in the new car!) 'cause my sis wanted to get some stuffs from there, in the end, she got three tops and I got a 3/4 brown boho skirt, and for 10bucks only, real cheap.&lt;br /&gt;We then went to Parkway after that 'cause dad wanted to get car accessories (for the &lt;u&gt;new&lt;/u&gt; car! :D), I got a fluffy yellow pillow haha. my reason? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Mummy, I need a fluffy pillow to snuggle up to in the new car for long journays, and at home 'cause I don't have a boyfriend to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;snuggle up to.&lt;/span&gt; Haha wtf Izza. Rusty was having a sale but there wasn't much there so we went back after that, and I had tuition ah bleagh.&lt;br /&gt;Today, had tuition from 12-2pm, came home and saw my parentals at the dinner table with my sis and her boyf., she showed me what he got her, two magazines from Aussie, two Puma shoulder bags, the Nike shoulder bag I wanted but in black and a pillow. OMG SO UNFAIR PLEASE! I want a boyf. like that! three highly branded shoulder bags in a day?! wtf x1000&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough with that, I'd like to kill her more 'cause she cancelled suntanning on me :(&lt;br /&gt;So many things to be grateful for yet I can bring myself to be grateful for even one, school's starting soon and with the amount of homework I've touched, I think I'll be expelled. haha, ok shall ciao for now. Will be going for dinner with the bloodline tonight, my sis won a Long John's dinner for six, ha what a loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14539940-115061659485343655?l=somecallmegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/feeds/115061659485343655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14539940&amp;postID=115061659485343655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/115061659485343655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/115061659485343655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/2006/06/oh-thank-lord-for-internet-at-izzas-in.html' title=''/><author><name>izza</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-14539940.post-115019133102218529</id><published>2006-06-13T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T02:35:31.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ok, if my com. crashes one f.ing more time,&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'll urghhhhh........!&lt;br /&gt;Ok, continuing from yesterday's post- erm, ok never mind I forgot what I was about to say, anyhoos, haven't been hardworking this hols, homework still left un-touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Naughty naughty Izza&lt;/span&gt;, oh!oh!oh! I'm gettin' my orange bikini, some time &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;soon&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Not sure when though, and we'll be having a bikini party, secretly crashing Amy's house, without her knowing that is. I've made an achievement. I have never spent so little and bought so little things during all of the June hols I've went through. As in seriously, it's amazing how the money just stops spilling out of my wallet after some time. I told my sis I'm getting an orange bikini so it'll complement her black one. Can you say, "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;n?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Was bored, so I rang Kim up, and we were so excited over sales and all, oh Kim, if you do get me that Abercrombie &amp; Fitch top, thanks a bunch! I'll try to get you the Boho. headband. Love you tons:) haha, miss all my friends, have been faaaaar from civilisation other than my family these three weeks, and of 'cause tuition. Urgh, disgusting the sound of that.&lt;br /&gt;Still &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; many things I want but can't afford at the moment, my list just never/can't end!&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gettin' the OP top anymore, suddenly not so interested in it no more. I'll be goin' to Tamp. some time soon to get my Boho. headband and my bikini, though I won't be using it much though. I may have tuition tomorrow, ah sucker. Other than that, I'm free for the rest of the week, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;boo you Hamizah&lt;/span&gt;, for not being able to come to EMDD.&lt;br /&gt;About EMDD, I bloody have no idea what to wear! Just feel like turning up in jeans, a top and heels, but since Fuzz and Nat are dressing up, I ought to.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, not in the blogging mood, will update some other time. Mwah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14539940-115019133102218529?l=somecallmegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/115019133102218529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/115019133102218529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/2006/06/ok-if-my-com.html' title=''/><author><name>izza</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14539940.post-115013026264947345</id><published>2006-06-13T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T09:37:42.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; sooo many things have happened since I last blogged.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, keep your cool Izza.&lt;br /&gt;Let me try to recall all that's happened. Oh yeah, firstly, I was&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; suppose&lt;/span&gt;d to have tuition this morning but I forgot so when my tuition teacher called, my maid told him that I was still asleep (erm d'oh I came home at like 10plusplusplus last night and didn't sleep till 12!), he cancelled the tuition. Sorry lah, I forgot. Dang I can't wait for the second group of guys to perform on Singapore Idol, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joakim Gomez is so boyishly cute&lt;/span&gt; I can't stand it. I'm sure Kim has a fetish for him too right. Yes Kim, we're both suckers for boyishly cute guys. Eh, I'm effing pissed off with Jasmine can, I &lt;u&gt;liked&lt;/u&gt; her. Well, I still do but since she "kicked" Gayle out, I'll hate her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;momentarily&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Ok so on Friday, I watched my first ever soccer match and I must say it's bloody interesting! Reviewing all the World Cup matches so far, I think the first one (between Germany and Costa Rica), has got to be the most exciting one yet.&lt;br /&gt;So thrilling, how the game just kept you at your wits end. Slept in till the next morn, then I got up to a strangely peaceful house, previously occupied by a large and loud family of six, yes, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt; family. My brother had gone to M'sia to play football, my sister was at work(Mooks) and my other sister, erm God knows where she went.&lt;br /&gt;So I spent the whole day bonding with the parentals, was enriching, I guess. Oh yes, the day before my mum got me new lingerie! Damn sexy lah, I loveee them. Ok shut up, new panties and bras excite me. Back to the topic, I went for breakfast with them in the morn at the nearby coffeeshop, ummm yummy good 'ol prata. Then after my tuition, &lt;s&gt;we&lt;/s&gt;, I had dinner at macs, with them staring savagely at my grilled chicken foldover, just waiting for me to offer them.&lt;br /&gt;So then Sunday, was a longlong day, for me that is. I had religious class in the morn, after which i got changed quickly to make it for tuition in time. Oh yes, tuition was fun. Well, not exactly fun, but fun. You'll get what I mean. We're learning Functions at tuition, waaay beyond what we're learning at school, and I managed to do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt; the questions, plus he complimented me and actually asked to photo copy my work 'cause he said it's neat. Ok, so I'm getting excited over a small hu-ha, but you just don't understand lah.&lt;br /&gt;Then, my dad fetched me home from tuition so I could get changed to go out, shopping with my sis. It was raining, so glam lah walking in the rain, plus I wore my Mondo heels (yes stupid Izza, walk all over Orchard, go and wear heels). So we went to my cousin's manicure and massage parlour at Cuppage Plaza first, and my sis was talking logistics with her, then we finally got to shopping, walked back to Wisma Atria and into Forever 21, 'cause there were so many people carrying Forever 21 bags, we thought there was a sale, but nooo, S'poreans got alot of kaching what, couldn't find the metallic top I wanted so me and my sis just browsed through the shop, she tried on jeans and I tried on two tops. The first one ($23) was waaay too translucent so I put my mind off that, but the faded vintage design was simply gorgeous. Then the second one ($28) was simply too hard to put down so I decided to put in, yes good news, but even better news. My sister offered to pay so Yeah, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I got a Forever 21 top&lt;/span&gt;, we went on to more shops, yadda yadda, wanted a jumper from Flesh Imp but Naaah, so we went on, she got three tops, and a leather card holder whilst I, only one top and I collected my funky, pruple and stripey new specs! Ha yes, so exciting, ok shall end here 'cause my brother is biting my neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14539940-115013026264947345?l=somecallmegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/115013026264947345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/115013026264947345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/2006/06/omg-sooo-many-things-have-happened.html' title=''/><author><name>izza</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14539940.post-114984620756978756</id><published>2006-06-09T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T02:43:27.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hello world&lt;/span&gt;, ok so the Chem. project meeting me and Viv were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; to have today never came to be, cause Viv's mum didn't allow her to leave the house as it was raining heavily.&lt;br /&gt;So being a lazy arse, I went back to sleep, and slept in till 11:30am, only awakening to my mum's nagging. urgh, noise pollution.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoos, watched Oprah on Starworld with my mum and she kept nudging me cause it was an episode on a mother-daughter relationship, close-knit and respectful kinda sh.t, so I was like yeahyeah I'm listening.&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh, my sis, the one working at Mooks, is getting me that OP top, ah the sound of that brand makes me cringe cause it's like so retarded and all and I must admit that I'm partially embarrassed wanting a shirt from there, but what can I say? The top is seriously nice.&lt;br /&gt;Ok so when people tell me they wished they had elder siblings, I'll squint and say, "Eww, why?". "Don't worry, you're lucky you don't." It's not entirely to make those people feel better but it's true, maybe cause my mum provided me with an overdose of elder siblings but they do pluck on your last nerves many times. But then again, there are the benefits, like when all of them will get me something when they get their pay, I mean how cool is that? I don't have to use my own money, and how they always have a heads-on in life, for example what they'll tell me to do or not to do when I'm in secondary school or when I go for certain things I'm experiencing for the first time. (hey I should write an essay on this) -.-&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Oh! Oh!, erm, the car, the one my dad just bought, yes! we're getting it on the 2oth of June, this year in case you got stupid, yeah. OMG sooo excited. A &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grey&lt;/span&gt; 7-8 seater Toyota Wish. :D&lt;br /&gt;My mum was tellin' me how my dad named the engine after me-     IZZ...something. erm, ok mum whatever? yeah, but I'm still excited, cause it's simply gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;I need to go out shopping, and to get the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;black headband&lt;/span&gt; I wanted, and erm hello?? when is the Mango sale starting, I've been waiting for like ever, and Crystal, disappeared after tellin' me she'd go with me. To Europe somemore that girl, as in literally. Haha, anyways, yes Hamizah, please try to go ok? It'll be pure fun, cause I'll be there :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YAY to the World Cup fanatics, I congratulate you for you long wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14539940-114984620756978756?l=somecallmegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/114984620756978756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/114984620756978756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/2006/06/hello-world-ok-so-chem.html' title=''/><author><name>izza</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14539940.post-114975351105885557</id><published>2006-06-08T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T00:58:31.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;6thJune06&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went over to Viv's house for Chem. project, omg I love her room, she has this corner, that has an attached curtain to the walls, where you can drape the curtains into a mini changing room, like the ones in Mango boutiques, and and and! there's a full-length mirror in it, -wails &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;omg i&lt;/span&gt; want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;7thJune06&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had tuition in the morn. -yaaaawns. haven't woke up that early since, well, forever? then after that, went out with my brother to Tamp. Well.. we stopped over at Pasir Ris first, he borrowed and returned a couple of books, then we decided to rent some DVDs, I got 'Love Don't Cost A Thing'.&lt;br /&gt;9.90 + 14.40= 24.30 i think, the amount of money I need to bring the next time I go to Tamp. There's this gorgeous shirt at OP, ok sounds amateurish cause I don't shop at OP, only when I was in Sec 1, but this is an exception, the shirt's really nice, and on sale too! Plus, I finally found the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;black headband&lt;/span&gt; I wanted, much cheaper than Topshop! :O&lt;br /&gt;Saw Fuzzy, ah so sombong lah that girl, never mind. ha- anyways, Went around shopping for abit, got my new specs, super uber funkaye! stripey at the sides, and &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;dark purple&lt;/span&gt;. My astig went up 75 on the left, and 25 on the right, and the guy thought my brother was my boyf.,-pukes. He obviously flattered lah, cause look young waaat. Crystal's left for Europe, dang Mango sale how? Dang, I love the dress Emmett made for MyScene Barbie, this week's episode of Project Runway. And, Gayle Nerva (Singapore Idol) is an IJ Convent gal, recognise her name? She's the one that made the red IJ CD we got in Pri5 with her uncle, and her singing is semi-lovely, yes. IJ must support mah, Rahimah's change of image is getting poser-ish and annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;8thJune06&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had tuition in the morn. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;, my mum also signed me up for tuition at Loyang Point, not bad, and I'm joining Chem. tuition with Viv, ahhh can't wait! Met up with Viv and Minyi after tuition for Chem. project. Me and Viv got earstuds, mine are roses :) and I got some photos printed, our project's coming along quite well, yes, I'm satisfied. Tomorrow? Hmmm, tuition-ohyafuck. and just laziiiing around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14539940-114975351105885557?l=somecallmegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/114975351105885557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/114975351105885557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/2006/06/6thjune06-went-over-to-vivs-house-for.html' title=''/><author><name>izza</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14539940.post-114952156657542836</id><published>2006-06-05T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T08:32:46.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There was a slight beat in my holiday lifeline today,&lt;br /&gt;I actually left the house. Ha- no more a couch potato.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Tampines Mall with my mum, dad and bro, since the two sisterly toddlers decided it was their day to rest, and obviously slept in. omg how sick is that ?&lt;br /&gt;So we headed to Tamp., daddy got his watch batt., mum got a haircut and some sexaye lingerie, and I got a pair of denim three quarts from b.u.m.&lt;br /&gt;a buy at 26, comfy too. I love them. And mum was sweeet to get the sausages I wanted, plus hotdog buns and and and good ol' american mustard 'cause her pregnant infested daughter was craving for hotdog buns, yes me. I finally got my p.&lt;br /&gt;So then, we headed home, only to find that- gasps! my sisters have actually awoken! and even more good news!- one of them was, (hyperventilates) down jogging!&lt;br /&gt;miracle I know, I've got to go to Viv's house early in the morn tomorrow for the Chem project, dang a morning of glorious sleep gone. So typical of gals to start planning what to wear to sucha glamorous(ahem) occassion aka the EMDD, that's what me and Fuzz are doin' now, too bad that girl has a pending dress, I really want the 99bucks one from Mango, right now, I'm just stuck on my green one, which is still nice :)&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh, dang I miss my classmates and my friends sooo much, hopefully Young will play my dedication at 9:15pm tomorrow, I miss Nathalie, Kimberly, Amy, Viv and many more!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14539940-114952156657542836?l=somecallmegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/114952156657542836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/114952156657542836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/2006/06/there-was-slight-beat-in-my-holiday_05.html' title=''/><author><name>izza</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14539940.post-114933946226399167</id><published>2006-06-03T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T05:57:42.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.gazette.uwo.ca/%2E%2Fdecember%2F08%2Fscans%2F05B%20brody%29%2Ejpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;let the photo speak for itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14539940-114933946226399167?l=somecallmegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/114933946226399167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/114933946226399167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/2006/06/let-photo-speak-for-itself.html' title=''/><author><name>izza</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14539940.post-114923121185917661</id><published>2006-06-02T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T23:53:31.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Life is becoming tasteless.&lt;br /&gt;Nathalie, I shall go shower and meet you at&lt;br /&gt;4:45pm&lt;br /&gt;No, 5, you'll be late, for sure.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14539940-114923121185917661?l=somecallmegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/114923121185917661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/114923121185917661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/2006/06/life-is-becoming-tasteless.html' title=''/><author><name>izza</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14539940.post-114916597301486605</id><published>2006-06-01T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T05:46:13.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;VOTE FOR TWOHILL&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't vote so you have to, so expensive.&lt;br /&gt;OhMyGod, his rendision of Here Without You was heart-melting! He's not exactly hot, but heck if he's got the personality man. He's soso cute! As in funny cute, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mum, the area above my left hip hurts, I think I may have appendicitis."&lt;br /&gt;"Your appendix is on your &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;right&lt;/span&gt;." -oops, my bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So which do you prefer? The maroon one or the white one?"&lt;br /&gt;"Erm, the maroon one."&lt;br /&gt;"Good, 'cause you'll be wearing it one day." -&lt;br /&gt;Have no idea what this short conversation was about? Well, me and my brother were at Eastpoint today and we saw three ITE students. Two were wearing the maroon polo tee, whilst the other wore the white collared tee, so I unknowingly answered stupidly. I couldn't believe what my bro just asked me, my heart just skipped a beat right there, I'll remember this for the rest of my life. It was so mean, my whole family, yes every single one of them, think I'm going to an ITE after secondary school, but that remark was really hurtful, but I was too arrogant to answer back. -choked on my own self&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have school tomorrow, booo. Arts excursion, don't feel like going at all. Urgh, gosh what good is a school hol if I have to go back to school? Not logical at all. Pity the Sec 4s.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to blog about, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my life's so stale I wish I died in my sleep&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Singapore Idol now, vote for paul twohill 'cause he's mineee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14539940-114916597301486605?l=somecallmegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/114916597301486605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/114916597301486605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/2006/06/vote-for-twohill-i-dont-vo_114916597301486605.html' title=''/><author><name>izza</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14539940.post-114907001008990771</id><published>2006-05-31T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T03:06:50.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;People have been coming, but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; tagging.&lt;br /&gt;Mother of pearl..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I've been a stay-at-home-like-Mummy-says bitch. My arse is stuck to the sofa, and my sister's been made into my maid. Not that I don't have one, I just love torturing her, ha yes I love you too. But I've realised, my strategy can only work if I make it work, so instead of just sulking, I decided to start studying, yes studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The beauty of that word&lt;/span&gt;, it sucks but someone's gotta do it, and I decided I had to do something about my constant failing. So there, I studied and I've managed to cover; a whole chapter of Social Studies, two chapters of Bio, some parts of Macbeth, and two runs of Plate Tectonics- Geography.&lt;br /&gt;I've been hooked on the Internet ever since I've been turned into a stay-home daughter. It sucked, not anymore. Going out tomorrow with my sister.&lt;br /&gt;I've been hooked to online shopping too, getting a waist belt from the website Fuzz introduced me too, nice accessories, and cheap too.&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta log off in ten, so I'll just quick quick say byebye,&lt;br /&gt;love to all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyone game for suntanning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14539940-114907001008990771?l=somecallmegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/114907001008990771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/114907001008990771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/2006/05/people-have-been-coming-but-not.html' title=''/><author><name>izza</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14539940.post-114897586236772268</id><published>2006-05-30T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T00:57:42.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;People &lt;u&gt;do&lt;/u&gt; die of boredom,&lt;br /&gt;and I'm on my way there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't be bothered with blogging nowadays, maybe  'cause I'm grounded for the rest of my life, like my dearest Kim, and therefore, nothing much happens? D'OH.&lt;br /&gt;OMG, my life is lame lame sh.t I swear.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I'm grounded, for like ever, doing basically nothing, except studying, and boring myself to death. Plus, my dad cancelled some channels on cable, OhMyFuckingGod, could they get any more irritating? Yes, of course. They're parents, Izza's parents, they live to irritate the guts out of anyone whose name ends with Zainuddin. Unfortunately, I'm one of them. Dang, it's been hot lately, thinking of cutting my hair short, what d'ya think?&lt;br /&gt;Ok, out of point, the point is, just because I failed, they use this method of isolation every exam, can't they tell? If it doesn't improve everytime, who the heck's the one with the problem?&lt;br /&gt;OhGod, they kill me, I'm sick and tired of crying, I don't want to seem weak in front of them anymore, it'll just make them feel much better, and I hate it when they're happy seeing me miserable, I sound evil, and I like that, 'cause I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HATE&lt;/span&gt; them. Such a strong word? Just using it in this fit of anger, OHGOD I could just kill myself, they keep tellin' me they understand me and that I'm a teenager so what I'm feeling now is just a phase in life,&lt;br /&gt;how more illogical can they get?! I mean come on, whatthefuck? Such unreasonable parentals I have. And nooo, it doesn't just end there, my whole freaking asswipe of a bloodline agrees,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chips in to the emotional death of Izza.&lt;/span&gt; And it still doesn't stop there, they humiliate me and emotionally brutalise me in public, I've died inside, and suicide isn't for attention, it's to end all the pain.&lt;br /&gt;Can't they just..&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;URGH&lt;/span&gt;, no use of all this sh.t. Juts a waste of my time, oh wait, my time isn't worth anything, and neither am I to my family. School's become a first home to me now, and yes, it had to be the June hols. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eeeeegad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want school to start again, so I can see Amy and Kim, and forget all about this, I'll go out anytime I can, even if it means fetching the mail, just as long as I'm away from them.&lt;br /&gt;I shall end here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14539940-114897586236772268?l=somecallmegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/114897586236772268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/114897586236772268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/2006/05/people-do-die-of-boredom-and-im-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>izza</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14539940.post-114856953024078145</id><published>2006-05-25T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T08:05:30.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm getting my period soon.&lt;br /&gt;I've been PMSsing lately,&lt;br /&gt;sorry to all I've ranted on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I get to go online. Many things on this last week of Term Two. My sister's pissing the hell out of me. Just 'cause she's tired and has problems out of home, don't rant it on me you assw.pe. URGHHHH can't stand her!&lt;br /&gt;Ronin didn't turn up for the Upper Sec. assembly. boo- Erny must be sulking. Mrs S banned them 'cause they were too noisy. erm, hello- rock music?! doesn't sound like lullabies ya know? ugh adults. Had so much to talk about but my mind's suddenly blank.&lt;br /&gt;I like Cikgu, she let us stay in for assembly 'cause it was Hymn singing that day. And she allowed us to snack on her biscuits and play congkak. AHHH- please don't stop teaching us, I don't want Cikgu R, I'll fail I swear.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, we went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Breeks&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Secret Recipe&lt;/span&gt; to celebrate my sister's belated birthday. I was tellin' my mum how I felt it was wrong to go out on a school day till 12, and she asked me to stay home then. Er yeah right, hell no. So I tagged along, and gorged myself out. Had shrimp cocktail which was finished with mango sauce, omg delish. Then I had, Dory, yes fish. I don't usually like fish but Dory is&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; GORGEOUS&lt;/span&gt;. After that, I had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chocotello&lt;/span&gt;, omg there's like peanut butter diffused in the chocolate ice cream, and it's served in a cocktail cup, omg -melts.&lt;br /&gt;And my drink was Muddy Choc, ahhh orgasmic! It's so thick and chocolatey, perfection I say.&lt;br /&gt;Then we bought like ten slices of different cakes from Secret Recipes, they've got the most delish cakes &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;EVER&lt;/span&gt;. I had Tiramisu, omgomgomg YUM!&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, didn't do my homework so I honestly told Mrs C I went out the night before, hahahahaha. I've got bittersweet news, don't know what to think about it-&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't chosen to be a student councillor. boo but I was half-heartedly excited anyways, so congrats to Ally and Kim! :D&lt;br /&gt;Skipped drama today 'cause I wanted to go to St. Pats for the Malay competition thingy. OMG the VS guys' malay is like flawless, espacially the first one. The TKSS guys are damn cock lah, and the St. Pats guys were embarrassingly funny,&lt;br /&gt;Izza- "eh, I thought the host school usually the good one?"&lt;br /&gt;Fad- "hahaha I know, that's why."&lt;br /&gt;During the intermission, there was this guitar performance from the St. Pats guys, the Indian guy can sing malay, how hot is that? Oh and something happened!, AHHHHH I'm high just thinking about it. -griiiiins. Shall not go into detail :)&lt;br /&gt;Me and Nabs left to go back to KC, for drama photo-taking, that was fun! But we got drenched along the way, smelled funky:/ haha&lt;br /&gt;ahhh can't stand it, he smiled! at me!, unexpected but I have no idea where it came from, constantly throughout the whole thing, turning around and back when I turned. OMG guitarist-faints.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's the last day of Term Two HURAAAH, going to miss AMY&amp;amp;KIM though, report books out tomorrow too, -pukes. Did so badly, I'm grounded again. Drama performance tomorrow, come and watch k?- at the Black Box, after school. Appearance from the MGD girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14539940-114856953024078145?l=somecallmegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/114856953024078145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/114856953024078145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-getting-my-period-soon.html' title=''/><author><name>izza</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14539940.post-114828853056684271</id><published>2006-05-22T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T07:32:17.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i deleted this post,&lt;br /&gt;for there isn't the need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14539940-114828853056684271?l=somecallmegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/114828853056684271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/114828853056684271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-deleted-this-post-for-there-isnt.html' title=''/><author><name>izza</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14539940.post-114819805155203109</id><published>2006-05-21T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T00:54:11.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b63/nettyblooms/normal%20images/fartfart.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knock yourself out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a pretty stagnant day. Did nothing much, all planned just like the past 4635648962 days of my life. Woke up, got dressed, went for Religious class, oh- we did go grocery shopping today, then we headed back to sweet sweet home. Had TomYam noodles for lunch today. Dang, that was sinful- I've let the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anallah-ists&lt;/span&gt; down. haha&lt;br /&gt;Hogged the TV for hours, and now i'm here. It's my sister's birthday today so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;HAPPY 23rd RAFIDA YOU OLD FAGG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, i was the second one to wish her, last night at 12:01am. Bet that boyf of her got to it first, pffft. We're surprising her tonight, Fetching her after work at Mooks and bringing her out. How sweet it is for my bloodline to go to such an extent, maybe it's 'cause we haven't been spending much time together and celebrating her birthday for the past few years they were in Aussie.&lt;br /&gt;Something interesting in my life better occur soon or I'll die of self-boredom. This coming week- Hope it'll be over in a jiffy, so the hols are here. Can't wait to go out, bikini shopping, wild wild wet, movies, manicures and all. But, gotta keep an eye on the foood.&lt;br /&gt;Weighing 42.5kg now, I know some of you may be thinking I'm anorexic, (like how you tagged my board), but it's my decision, and I know my limits. So, if you could just ignore this part of my life, (that wouldn't affect yours in any way), that would be great. :) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Discovery- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;News Flash!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our birthdays fall on the same day! But on different months, but who cares? It's way creepy but so awesome! Can't believe it. I barely know you, but you're like a long lost twin. It's been great chatting with you over the pathetic Friendster system ZAZA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama for two times this coming week, oh God!, I need to puke, and Sherrie, you should know why. Dang, performances after performances, thought Ms W'd forget bout the Macbeth one but noooo. Can't wait for the Esplanade one, that'd be radical :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14539940-114819805155203109?l=somecallmegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/114819805155203109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/114819805155203109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/2006/05/knock-yourself-out.html' title=''/><author><name>izza</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b63/nettyblooms/normal%20images/th_fartfart.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14539940.post-114813321672561981</id><published>2006-05-20T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T06:54:20.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;look to the top right.&lt;br /&gt;true, right? (rhetorical question)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had tuition today. Sad- Ms Fauzana's last day there. We went through this English Comprehension. She asked us what the meaning of 'Psychoanalysis'.&lt;br /&gt;Don't look at me, i suck at big words. Since noone knew the answer, she asked us to guess it.&lt;br /&gt;The most silent the class has been, so i unknowingly raised my hand.&lt;br /&gt;'Does it mean er, study of the mind?'&lt;br /&gt;'How'd you know the answer, Izza?'&lt;br /&gt;'Er, cause it sounds like Psychology which has something to do with the mind, plus Analysis which means studying something, i think.'&lt;br /&gt;'Ok, good. (scribbles the answer on the board'&lt;br /&gt;Then Haikal gasps,&lt;br /&gt;'Why Haikal, you impressed with Izza ah?'&lt;br /&gt;OMG- blushes&lt;br /&gt;There was something up with Haikal today, Ms Fauzana noticed too. Suddenly laughing at the most mediocre things, and talking more cock than ever. But he's still cute, right Khai? Shut up ah. We played Scrabble, Mini Scrabble, Minute Scrabble, it was so so small.&lt;br /&gt;The four groups-&lt;br /&gt;Nazirul-Haikal&lt;br /&gt;Izza-Khairunnisa&lt;br /&gt;Hazliana-Bazli&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;Husnul-Arif&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and...me and Khai won! Yes, we won a Pilot pen each, and Ms Fauzana gave us three ferrero roches each, feelin' dyslexic. Then we had boring old Maths, yaaaaawns.&lt;br /&gt;Dad fetched me so i reached home in 15min. Fell asleep till 5, showered and had dinner.&lt;br /&gt;The days spent not seeing her were simply blissful. Oh (inserts name), you don't know how much misery you put in my life. Ok maybe you do, cause i bet it's intentional, i hope you die a terrible death. Nah, i'm not so mean. I'll pray for you, that everything in your life goes well, cause I pray for my enemies, you're not my enemy but I don't regard you as a true friend. Sadly, however pathetic I may be to you, you don't deserve my friendship, however minute it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'It's pronounced Minute,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; not Minute.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14539940-114813321672561981?l=somecallmegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/114813321672561981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/114813321672561981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/2006/05/look-to-top-right.html' title=''/><author><name>izza</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14539940.post-114804807679971517</id><published>2006-05-19T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T06:35:25.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;the past two days were bittersweet&amp;sour.&lt;br /&gt;firstly, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;HAPPY 15TH DENI&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;with that done, shall describe the past two days. nothin much happened on Thursday, except that before assembly, me, Charlene and Theresa snuck into the toilet to take a photo for Deni's pressie. you'll see what i mean. we're doing this puzzle for her.&lt;br /&gt;yesterdayyesterdayyesterday, dark bitch cloud got over &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt; again. ugh whatever-&lt;br /&gt;anyhoos, someone came up to me and told me that Val was imitating me and bitching bout me, somehow i wasn't really affected. As long as i know that i did nothing wrong, i'm fine. Even if i did something wrong, i hope she'd tell me. Until then, i'll just let it pass. I'm immune to it, probably cause i've been through all this from her before. it's the same thing over&amp;over again so I'll just ignore it. Also, the person who told me the info could be lying, you never know. So many people pretend to be your friends but behind your back, they stab you to death.&lt;br /&gt;I just hate it how some people act so nice in front of you when their "friends" aren't around but act like total bitches just so they look damn big in front of their friends. had a hearty chat with Crystal and Priscilla in the AVA Theatrette today, just laughing&amp;amp;laughing away, talking bout shopping and bitching.&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;i liked what Crystal said&lt;/span&gt;, it's soso true.&lt;br /&gt;Had yet another hearty chat with Kimberly&amp;Rach Cham on the way home, miss Rachel sooo much, haven't gone home with her for sucha long time so was happy to catch up with her. Bitched again, ha i sinned so much today. but not as much as in &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANALLAH&lt;/span&gt;, our new religion, right Kim Sher and Viv? where all food is sinful. the three of you sinned today, well me too cause i had TacoBell for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;measured my weight before leaving the house, weighed 42.5kg. 0.5kg more to go (determined)&lt;br /&gt;left the house with my brother, and cabbed to Lido where we met up with my sister to watch Over The Hedge, snuck in Taco Bell, and bought popcorn. sin sin&amp;sin&lt;br /&gt;both were more excited than i was, thought the movie'd be lame. but surprisingly, it was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;as in literally, really funny, i like Hammie. he's the cutest thing ever-&lt;br /&gt;after that, my bro withdrew kaching and we headed to Orchard MRT Station to get my sister her pressie,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;a year's subscription to Cleo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, awesome right?, plus it comes with a goodie bag. the line was long so we waited, this aunty asked us to purchase a copy of Women's Weekly and Cleo for her so we helped her and she gave us er, a mango. yes, i got myself a copy of this month's Cleo cause it came with the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ralph Lauren HOT toiletrette spray&lt;/span&gt;, smells like heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;fat is hell and slim is heaven&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;then, we headed to Heeren to see my sis at her working place and to pass her the McCafe blueberry muffin. MOOKS, written largely at the countertop. i can't believe i missed ShanWee. pffft- anyhoos, the clothes were nice! but ex, i like the puffy sleeved collared black top and the Mooks top my sis was wearing, then we headed to Simei then home. had wings from Canadian Pizza, ahhh fatfatfat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall end here cause my sis is pissin my last nerve. toodles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14539940-114804807679971517?l=somecallmegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/114804807679971517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/114804807679971517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/2006/05/past-two-days-were-bittersweetlaughing.html' title=''/><author><name>izza</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14539940.post-114786993533955222</id><published>2006-05-17T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T05:50:13.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;we-got-our-scripts-back-today&lt;br /&gt;all-is-bright-and-&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;gay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what happens when i'm not aware of myself. as i mentioned, the witches returned the scripts for Core Geography, E Math, Social Studies and Malay.&lt;br /&gt;Hail to the God of Miseries-Made-For-Teenagers,&lt;br /&gt;i, miraculously, passed E Math and Malay.&lt;br /&gt;to the other two- pffffffffffffffffffffffffft&lt;br /&gt;i'm on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;crack&lt;/span&gt; cause i passed E Math soooo i shall treat myself to an overly charged top from Forever 21. yes, that'll make me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;keeping my finggies crossed for Chemistry, Biology, and Literature.&lt;br /&gt;not forgetting English-the-Horror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News Flash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;i lost a kg &lt;/span&gt;HURRAAH. so now i'm a fatass 43kg, shall try to lose more. wasn't so obsessed bout my weight but guess i got influenced. shall aim for 42 first then drop to a 40. feelin' ambitious here so compliment me :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14539940-114786993533955222?l=somecallmegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/114786993533955222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/114786993533955222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/2006/05/we-got-our-scripts-back-today-all-is.html' title=''/><author><name>izza</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14539940.post-114778452257228433</id><published>2006-05-16T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T06:02:02.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;love is the closest thing we have to magic.&lt;/span&gt;"-Hailey(Aquamarine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovely quote eh?  the movie today was really impromptu. and to think i caught it with Nathalie. caught the 155pm &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aquamarine&lt;/span&gt; show with her at Tampines Mall. it was sucha appreciate-your-best-friend, bitch fights, realisation of what love or friendship means, type of a movie. really touching, was glad i shared it with my bestie, who, since i mentioned it, is sucha dingdong for not bringing any money when we go out for the second time. who the hell doesn't being money when one goes out? for a movie? in a mall full of temptations and distractions to shop?&lt;br /&gt;Answer: Nathalie, that's who.&lt;br /&gt;whoa come late already then never bring money lah. as.wipe you know. we walked around for a bit plusplusplus our absolutely preeetty neoprints? ughh haven't taken those in ages. caught the movie and went round shopping. got a lace spaghetti top for myself, from Fox(: really nice but ohsooo lowcut. got Fuzzy's pressie. i'm broke. burnt 70bucks over the past five days. dang those duudes outside the washroom were &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;hot&lt;/span&gt; weren't they Nathalie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dang &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;tomorrow's the start of the horror-for-three days&lt;/span&gt;. results for mids are coming out and you have NO idea how freaked out i am. didn't realise the horror till like, well, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;NOW&lt;/span&gt;. there's that feeling in my stomach like before a performance or when reading out a speech- after you dry-swallow a huge pill. AHHHHHHHH i'm gonna fail. no, i SHALL pass. my tuition teacher said that whatever we utter is a pray so, I'LL SCORE A 100%. my ass- what am i thinking?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daddy's booked the new car. but it's &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;silver&lt;/span&gt;, not the grey we wanted. but i'm just satisfied it's a seven-seater. can't wait to see it. hate the new car smell though. but there's the excitement coming up, the one that comes every three years when dad buys a new car. i'm psyched(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14539940-114778452257228433?l=somecallmegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/114778452257228433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/114778452257228433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/2006/05/love-is-closest-thing-we-have-to-magic.html' title=''/><author><name>izza</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14539940.post-114770224195322161</id><published>2006-05-15T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T07:10:41.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;omg the day i've been waiting for- day of fun was draggy&lt;br /&gt;but i lovelove&amp;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;woke up early cuz my sister was nicely stepping all over me to get to the full length mirror just to see if her outfit matched her new adidas shoes. eegaaaad what a loser&lt;br /&gt;so i awoke at 830, got the morn lifestyle and checked movie timings. blahblahblah&lt;br /&gt;sorry charling for waking you up so early in the morn, muahahaha&lt;br /&gt;timing clashed and char's mum didn't allow her to leave the crib too early so we settled with no movie-sobs&lt;br /&gt;the straightener couldn't heat up in time so after blatantly trying to straighten my hair, i got pissed and just put it into a messy ponytail. couldn't decide whether to use my Mango top or the Giordano one but i settled for the Giordano one.&lt;br /&gt;had a fall, yes i fell due to my maid's un-dried mopping. pretty harsh one. was wooozy for abit but got back to my senses after wahahaha&lt;br /&gt;dang it was hot- understatement of the week.&lt;br /&gt;boarded the train and headed to Paya Lebar to meet up with charleneeemyling.&lt;br /&gt;as usual, ok maybe not, but she was late. valerie took long to so me and char decided to grab a bite at Macs.&lt;br /&gt;harh we looked ana sharing a large packet of curly fries and a small coke, should have gotten diet coke.&lt;br /&gt;met up with val and made our way to Orchard.&lt;br /&gt;reached there around oneplus, decided to go get a Bubble Tea, f.ckass tea spilled on my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;WHITE&lt;/span&gt; Giordano top. went to look for the washroom to remove the ruddy stain whilst char went to look at the pushcart, a watch for a friend?&lt;br /&gt;val needed the loo too so in the end we ended up at the same place, afterwhich we walked around after finally gettin denisia off her bed. the tubes at Fareast are nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;got this pair of GORGEOUS Mondo heels, for a whooping 8.90-&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;it was on sale, last few sizes and charling and val encouraged me to get it.&lt;br /&gt;it's like metallicish bronze, blue and green, with a strap and a low heel, sorta like pumps- simply gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;walked around, dang i should have gotten that retro sash, it's nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;got a handbag from PunkStar&lt;/span&gt;, val too, nice eh babe(: both black and whiiiite too hah&lt;br /&gt;mine's polka dotted, like the Topshop one i wanted only much more worth the kachiiing.&lt;br /&gt;thought over whether i should get it, went to the washroom yet the third time and back to get it cuz val had a tummyache. so i'm satisfied with my buys today(:&lt;br /&gt;burnt 50bucks over the past few days pffffffft&lt;br /&gt;still got tons i want. ohyeah val's mum picked char and her up to me and deni headed home after 3hours of shopandtalk. really wanted to go to Bugis and all though. er hello charlene, what happened to "let's go Wisma k?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14539940-114770224195322161?l=somecallmegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/114770224195322161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/114770224195322161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/2006/05/omg-day-ive-been-waiting-for-day-of.html' title=''/><author><name>izza</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14539940.post-114761045020313765</id><published>2006-05-14T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T05:51:31.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;poof i'm growing&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; fat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;had a bbq at my cousin's house yesterday, ate and ate my eyeballs out.&lt;br /&gt;went to the Toyota showroom today.&lt;br /&gt;really hope daddy gets the Toyota Wish X-E, especially with the bloodline back from Aussie, it's really troublesome with a five seater car.&lt;br /&gt;and how awesome is it to have a seven slash eight seater car?&lt;br /&gt;going out towning tomorrow with the three dicks.&lt;br /&gt;gonna splurge like hell and break loose. dang what happened to the 8 or so others who were suppose to come with?&lt;br /&gt;what a bummmer- not in much of a mood for blogging.&lt;br /&gt;should i straighten or curl my hair tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;mother's day today so i shall say-&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY MUM'S DAY, ER MUM :)&lt;br /&gt;sorry didn't get anything for you this year, 've been busy spending for myself. erm i mean spending on necessities, but you won't mind would you?&lt;br /&gt;the Hello Kitty cake my sis bought for Mother's Day was gay but ohsoo cute! fat Izza!&lt;br /&gt; shall update till then. oodles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14539940-114761045020313765?l=somecallmegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/114761045020313765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/114761045020313765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/2006/05/poof-im-growing-fat.html' title=''/><author><name>izza</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14539940.post-114743920540065731</id><published>2006-05-12T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T06:12:16.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;two&lt;/span&gt; days of shopping.&lt;br /&gt;but this is just a warm up for Monday- the big day!&lt;br /&gt;can't wait! xD it's taking ages to come. have tuition tmr, what sh.t is that man?! why the hell am i goin' for tuition when the mids are over.&lt;br /&gt;asked my mum for a grace of one week away from tuition but she asked me to just sit there for two hours, motherpfft! and what's more, she doesn't wanna contribute to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;izza-wants-that-Guess-bag-which-is-ever-so-necessary fund&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;went for breakfast in the morn with the whole bloodline. had cheeese prata. dang it's been awhile since i ate that-drools&lt;br /&gt;then my dad dropped the thre sisters off at Tanah Merah mrt station and we made our way to Orchard. shopped around, ate and ate and ate. shall not go into detail. my feet are aching now. saw Jacinta and her friend. my sis got this gold clutch and Adidas sneakers. nice, i also want. muahaha. but i was resenting to spending cuz i need the money for Monday. man, i want those sunnies BAD. and that polka dotted clutch from Topshop, and that ever so gorgeous top from Forever 21.&lt;br /&gt;shall update till then, damn i've got an english compre to do eegad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14539940-114743920540065731?l=somecallmegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/114743920540065731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/114743920540065731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/2006/05/had-two-days-of-shopping.html' title=''/><author><name>izza</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14539940.post-114735359207933182</id><published>2006-05-11T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T06:24:30.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;EXAMS ARE OUT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg finally, the looong awaited day where the mids are over!&lt;br /&gt;thank God the mids ended well, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;chemistry was sweeet&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;val was screaming like hell after the paper cuz she was so happy,&lt;br /&gt;get this- she got locked out of her own house! omfg hilarious i say xD&lt;br /&gt;so i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WAS&lt;/span&gt; suppose to go to Parkway with Charlene and Theresa butbutbut, our paper ended so early the shops were probably still closed, so i headed home- damn it was a H.O.T. day.&lt;br /&gt;went home, napped for abit then went out with my bro-&lt;br /&gt;my sis was a pig sayin she didn't wanna go out cuz she'd spend money. bloody excuses that girl, lazy say lazy lah.&lt;br /&gt;so me and my bro headed out- no val, i didn't go out with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;HIM&lt;/span&gt;. i know you want too ;)&lt;br /&gt;had lunch at KFC, my bro attacked his Zinger like a savage omg.&lt;br /&gt;dang it was sizzlin. took a bus and an mrt to Tampines. gosh- saw so many KCians there like evadne, some juniors and berdanette with heather.&lt;br /&gt;so we walk around- went to check out the Guess hand bag (butterfly series) that i saw in Urban.&lt;br /&gt;it costs a bomb but it's even more &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;GORGEOUS&lt;/span&gt; in real life. i don't care- i'm gettin it in &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;white&lt;/span&gt;, or &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;. no, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;white&lt;/span&gt;'s nicer.&lt;br /&gt;walked for a bit, tried on these three quart denim pants, gave me a wedgie! ha-&lt;br /&gt;omgzzz x 1000&lt;br /&gt;finally finally FINALLY! i found a suitable and comfortable pair of bohemian 'birkenstocks'. only 15 bucks too- got the brown ones.&lt;br /&gt;oh and i found the gold hoops i wanted(: 1.90 only. still want the beady gold earrings from mini bits though.&lt;br /&gt;anyhoos, walked for abit dang i need ka ching. bikinis at sheer romance were goin for 29bucks-drools&lt;br /&gt;goin shopping again tmr, hopefully to get the Guess bag. shall update again till then.&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for MONDAYYYYYY!(:&lt;br /&gt;kath, bring Priyanka along set?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14539940-114735359207933182?l=somecallmegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/114735359207933182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/114735359207933182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/2006/05/exams-are-out-omg-finally-looong.html' title=''/><author><name>izza</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14539940.post-114715580244435758</id><published>2006-05-09T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T23:23:22.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;the past two days have been exceedingly &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;H.O.T.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes and even after showering- i'm sizzlin' to the core&lt;br /&gt;did roughly 5 to 6 shirt designs already and my sis is buying two so that'll be a 10 buck profit for me. damn i gotta go shopping like soooon.&lt;br /&gt;today, got up at 8:20something. again a few minutes earlier than my alarm-&lt;br /&gt;maybe cuz my pig of a sister was stepping on me to get to her clothes-&lt;br /&gt;edjfhgdhfg&lt;br /&gt;headed to school today. was kinda awkward since all the students on the buses and trains were from schools in pasir ris. looked like i was playing truant XD&lt;br /&gt;anyhoos, was hothotHOT. sweating away and was pissed cuz my earplugs were ding dong.&lt;br /&gt;met jie ying so we headed to school together.&lt;br /&gt;rang jamie yeo up on the way there-&lt;br /&gt;jamie y.- "987, hello?" "who's this?"&lt;br /&gt;me- "erm Izza"&lt;br /&gt;jamie y.- "oh the cheerleader!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;i am now known as THE CHEERLEADER&lt;/span&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;anyhoos, made my way to the canteen and saw some cheerleaders so i told them jamie yeo said hi. yes, saw the malay gals so i stayed there.&lt;br /&gt;oh before that, was outside the malay rm and aisyah's fren came up to me and asked if i knew some Fauzi guy- sec3E from st pats cuz he claims he knows an Izza from sec 3.&lt;br /&gt;she was pretty sure i was the Izza and sufie said i was the only Izza from sec3 so there.&lt;br /&gt;but there could be possibilities that i'm not that Izza or that he recognises me but doesn't know me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;there could have been miscommunication. there- i sound like i'm writing a SS SBQ essay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;had oral- that was peasy.&lt;br /&gt;then me and deni bought a slice of watermelon each and made our way home.&lt;br /&gt;it was hot. hot and hot. thanks hon for accompanying me to that busstop(:&lt;br /&gt;saw Andre(lex's bro) at the busstop. omg he's a flirt-&lt;br /&gt;haha peer pressure i guess. tryna act cool in front of the gals. was a dare from his friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;i'm fat&lt;/span&gt;- well at least i'm gonna be cuz i bought a donut and a choc waffle on my way home.&lt;br /&gt;and this is for valerie-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;lower sec boys, in general, are lame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;not just st pats- cuz you said so. there.&lt;br /&gt;o&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;oh and happy 15th, afiq.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14539940-114715580244435758?l=somecallmegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/114715580244435758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/114715580244435758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/2006/05/past-two-days-have-been-exceedingly-h.html' title=''/><author><name>izza</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14539940.post-114708277424818715</id><published>2006-05-08T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T03:06:14.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;i woke up early in my bed room,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;wait for my alarm togo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;i think about the things i've gotta study,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;damn, my mind is gonna blow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up just two minutes before my alarm was suppose to ring.-&lt;br /&gt;a miracle considering the fact that i rarely wake up at nine on a holiday and that i slept late the night before.&lt;br /&gt;i guess all habits come to an end sometimes huh-&lt;br /&gt;i'm chatting with miss yap now.&lt;br /&gt;damn our conversation is stale.&lt;br /&gt;tmr's the malay oral- i swear i'll drop dead if i get cikgu R.&lt;br /&gt;anyhoos, did nothing much except mug today.&lt;br /&gt;ok so i get a little bored of chemistry so i call in to 987fm since they did ask for callers.&lt;br /&gt;the phone starts ringing, unusual since i can barely get through las time.&lt;br /&gt;take note- i'm still reading chem as the phone rings unnoticingly in my ear.&lt;br /&gt;since i thought i would barely make it through, jamie yeo picks up and says &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"987, hello?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me bein a ding dong, shocked from reading chem and half falling off my chair, i had a quick concussion and answered the most galm i could- not, "huh?"&lt;br /&gt;jamie y.- "hello, who's this?"&lt;br /&gt;me- "oh! erm..Izza."&lt;br /&gt;jamie y.-"hi izza. so what are you up to?"&lt;br /&gt;me- "oh just some mugging."&lt;br /&gt;jamie y.- "like to say hi to anyone?"&lt;br /&gt;me- "erm yeah sure- sec three four cheerleaders"&lt;br /&gt;jamie y.- "are you a cheerleader yourself?"&lt;br /&gt;me- "er yeah"&lt;br /&gt;jamie y.- (goes silent)&lt;br /&gt;me- "hello?"&lt;br /&gt;jamie y.- "hold on"&lt;br /&gt;me- (waits)&lt;br /&gt;jamie y.- "ok i'm gonna start recording-"&lt;br /&gt;me- "huh? oh ok.."&lt;br /&gt;and the recording starts. amelia chong heard it. pfft embarrassing. she starts askin me bout cheerleading and whether we shave or wax our legs. but it was quite liberating.&lt;br /&gt;ytd, hutch played my request. actuall asked for the take the lead soundtrack but he messaged back -"hey babe..can't find that song..can i get you something else?"&lt;br /&gt;-faints&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; omg omg omg hutch called me a babe&lt;/span&gt;-.-&lt;br /&gt;i asked for girl next door by saving jane instead and he played it(:&lt;br /&gt;oh and..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;HAPPY 15TH GAYA(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14539940-114708277424818715?l=somecallmegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/114708277424818715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/114708277424818715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-woke-up-early-in-my-bed-room-wait.html' title=''/><author><name>izza</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14539940.post-114680793259458221</id><published>2006-05-05T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T22:45:32.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;cheerleading photos- ancient&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;cause of death: A Math&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 killer papers down.&lt;br /&gt;many more to go-&lt;br /&gt;damn i'm doin badly.&lt;br /&gt;went to parkway after A Math paper today with boon,  gay, chong, char and val.&lt;br /&gt;laughin like ding dongs at Macs.&lt;br /&gt;mixing the maple syrup with whatever we had-&lt;br /&gt;and val paranoid she'll stain.&lt;br /&gt;tons of lower sec st pats boys.-&lt;br /&gt;i think they're lame.&lt;br /&gt;gay was jokin bout how excited they were to eat so we burst out laughin-&lt;br /&gt;and with chong's constant stares and laughs,&lt;br /&gt;i bet they thought we were into them.&lt;br /&gt;oh as if-.........&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for the 15th for a movie at Marina Square with the gals:D&lt;br /&gt;and 19th, the launch of Mooks with the gals again.&lt;br /&gt;there's this ass wipe of an Anon guy or gal who constantly rings my cell at the most unruly of hours.&lt;br /&gt;i finally managed to pick it up in time but he/she hung up.&lt;br /&gt;bloody stalker. he/she lets it ring for one sec and then hangs up-&lt;br /&gt;out to kill me.&lt;br /&gt;saved 83bucks so far.&lt;br /&gt;i want want want that le coq jumper and nike women's shoulder bag-&lt;br /&gt;i want want want swazi.&lt;br /&gt;i like the sound track of take the lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14539940-114680793259458221?l=somecallmegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/114680793259458221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/114680793259458221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/2006/05/cheerleading-photos-ancient-cause-of.html' title=''/><author><name>izza</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14539940.post-114674636111853455</id><published>2006-05-04T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T05:39:21.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;i can't believe i puked in front of Mr J in school before the Lit paper.&lt;br /&gt;omg so so embarrassing-&lt;br /&gt;this is the first mids i felt so unprepared for though its the one i studied most for.&lt;br /&gt;omg whore-ful of studies. i hate this feeling.&lt;br /&gt;'ve not been feeling good these days.&lt;br /&gt;cause of death: Malay&lt;br /&gt;i need shopping- bad.&lt;br /&gt;3 more papers left to kill-&lt;br /&gt;oh thank God.&lt;br /&gt;till then, lookin forward to shopping and a movie on the 15th with the gals(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i don't wanna run away, baby&lt;br /&gt;you're the one i need tonight.&lt;br /&gt;no promises-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;NAZI NAZI NAZI NAZI NAZI NAZI NAZI NAZI NAZI&lt;/span&gt; :D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14539940-114674636111853455?l=somecallmegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/114674636111853455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/114674636111853455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-cant-believe-i-puked-in-front-of-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>izza</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14539940.post-114561384029281923</id><published>2006-04-21T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T03:04:00.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;when all was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;bitter-sweeet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hollaback Crew Finals!!! -on the 15th of April.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one word- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;AWESOME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one phrase- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;you should have been there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought Hutch calling me on my cell and winning those tickets were the best days of my life but NO- the Finals itself rocked so hard, you'd think a tsunami had struck.&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHH- bitches are those who missed it. it's just so..so..so..SO MANY WORDS TO DESCRIBE!&lt;br /&gt;and with nathalie, erny, nadene, junita and my sis there. it was hell loads of pure bliss-&lt;br /&gt;firstly, i met nathalie at white sands Macs. that girl- rushing me like nobody's business so i put on whatever i thought would match- jeans, brown top, beaded necklace, gold belt and a shoulder bag.&lt;br /&gt;lunch-ed at Macs then met erny in the traaaain-&lt;br /&gt;got to kallang and hailed a cab. cam-whored in the cab:D&lt;br /&gt;time upon arrival- late.&lt;br /&gt;well, we weren't late but all the teenagers there made us look that way. i SWEAR the queue was AT LEAST 30metres longlongLONG. so being KCians, we cut the queue- HA!&lt;br /&gt;and we kept cutting in. nadene and junita only got their tickets there. omg damn funny-&lt;br /&gt;nathalie went to collect the goody bags for us, WHEN the gates opened. oh yeah- i snuck my camera in HAHAHAHA-&lt;br /&gt;got pulled in front. it was a mad rush i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;everyone running to get the best seats. i started screaming and shout- OMFG! so loudly the tall indi guy in front of me started laughing. :D&lt;br /&gt;got in, jumped over rows to get the seats we wanted. gosh- those were dream seats. right in front man! watched the show. omg shan weee- hot stuff. he was this &lt;-&gt; closee-faints&lt;br /&gt;and Hutch!!!!!! he called me me ME(: i LOVEEEED Street Fusion's performance. it was so AWESOME- and Stand Out's dancers' uni was H.O.T.&lt;br /&gt;i don't think St. Nickelodeons should have won- but cos of crowd appeal. sigh..&lt;br /&gt;omg Don &amp; Drew, andandand Justin &amp;amp; Vernon- HAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;THE CLICK FIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!performed so many songs!!&lt;br /&gt;JUST PLAIN LOVEEEE-&lt;br /&gt;tiresome but awesome(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14539940-114561384029281923?l=somecallmegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/114561384029281923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/114561384029281923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/2006/04/when-all-was-bitter-sweeet.html' title=''/><author><name>izza</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14539940.post-114501759691612437</id><published>2006-04-14T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T05:26:36.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;I WON TICKETS TO THE HOLLABACK CREW FINALS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;NATHALIE TOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;HUTCH CALLED ME PERSONALLY! -faints&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;THREEFOUR WON SECOND FOR CHEERLEADING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omfg x100000000000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14539940-114501759691612437?l=somecallmegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/114501759691612437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/114501759691612437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-won-tickets-to-hollaback-crew-finals.html' title=''/><author><name>izza</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14539940.post-114456308705658581</id><published>2006-04-08T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T23:11:27.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;i would gladly date whoever who has tickets to bring me to the Hollaback Crew Finals. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14539940-114456308705658581?l=somecallmegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/114456308705658581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/114456308705658581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-would-gladly-date-whoever-who-has.html' title=''/><author><name>izza</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14539940.post-114431305267899474</id><published>2006-04-06T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T01:47:53.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;it's been a tough year, for me.&lt;br /&gt;even if it's been only 4 months that've passed.&lt;br /&gt;struggled along the way, almost and did breakdown a few times but i managed to pick myself up and tell myself that whatever i had to go through was not only for my parents but also for myself.&lt;br /&gt;but it's hard, especially when you feel that your parents &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;just don't understand &lt;/span&gt;and there's no one to turn to, so you just wanna cry and cry again.&lt;br /&gt;but you know that wouldn't be much help cuz your parents always tell you that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;crying is no way&lt;/span&gt; out of your troubles.&lt;br /&gt;and you know they want to understand but you get frustrated just knowing you are always in the wrong.&lt;br /&gt;that you're always the imperfect child who the parentals think won't make to to university like your other siblings.&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;under all that pressure you can do nothing but cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's how i feel.&lt;br /&gt;and that's the worst state any one could. be in.&lt;br /&gt;ask all my friends in school and no one can tell i'm this stressed out.&lt;br /&gt;cuz i &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;hide all of it under a simple smile&lt;/span&gt; and a few laughs here and there.&lt;br /&gt;but i could just breakdown anytime.&lt;br /&gt;so i'm &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;sorry&lt;/span&gt; if i've vented my anger at anyone of my dear friends.&lt;br /&gt;i want you to know that i don't mean it and that i'm really sorry.&lt;br /&gt;please &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;forgive me &lt;/span&gt;for any of my sins.&lt;br /&gt;and to all those who i've chatted with, thanks for the hours of support you gave me and for always reminding me that you'll be there no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to nathalie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for always reminding me &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;you'll be by my side as a bestie&lt;/span&gt; no matter what. thanks for giving me this opportunity to have a close-knit friendship with you. love ya(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;to kimberly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for all those advice sessions we have in between classes, though i'm not too close with you. please know that i appreciate every second we talk to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;to rahim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for always tellin' me i'll pass literature when i know i won't. i did it!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;to fadzee,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you don't really show it but &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;thanks for bein' a great bestie&lt;/span&gt; since pri 3(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;"&gt;to deni,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for all the goofy times we've had together. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;thanks for always bein' there to bring out the teeny joy i have left in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to all my other friends who kept me going this far. love every single one of you(;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now on to a less depressing subject. hees.&lt;br /&gt;the only thing that seems to cheer me up nowadays-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;CHEERLEADING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are the classes that made it through to the finals-&lt;br /&gt;sec 2- sec 2E3 &amp; sec 2E5&lt;br /&gt;sec 3- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;sec 3E4!!!&lt;/span&gt; &amp; sec 3N7&lt;br /&gt;sec 4- sec 4E5 &amp;amp; sec 4E6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we made it through! after all the hours of practise and the mistakes we made on stage, we actually made it! omg so happy(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg x1000 i FINALLY in a thousand decades, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;PASSED SHAKESPEARE LIT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never would have dreamed of this day. omg so so happy. maybe it was because of the support i got from some people. thanks so much! but i failed bio. hees. i put in more effort for lit and it paid off! i'm lovin lit(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;TERESA TSENG- KC'S CAMPUS SUPERSTAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg i'm so proud of her! i'm sure KC is too(: she did sucha a great job(: and seeing her cry on national TV after she got second place was simply touching. but i'm still proud of her(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'ve got sososo many things i want lately! gosh need loads of kaching-&lt;br /&gt;- topshop white-rimmed sunnies&lt;br /&gt;- rusty vintage print handbag&lt;br /&gt;- mango boat-neck top&lt;br /&gt;- dorothy perkins clutch and boxers&lt;br /&gt;- accessorize clutch&lt;br /&gt;- faded three quarts denim&lt;br /&gt;- sloppy dump bag&lt;br /&gt;- need to go shopping!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks so much nathalie for the topshop, dorothy perkins and adidas voucher! love you many.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14539940-114431305267899474?l=somecallmegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/114431305267899474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/114431305267899474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-been-tough-year-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>izza</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14539940.post-114362181608839428</id><published>2006-03-29T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T00:47:29.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;omg x100 i passed e math variations test.&lt;br /&gt;omg x1000 i want that top.&lt;br /&gt;omg x10000 school starts at 9.15 on monday.&lt;br /&gt;omg x100000 macbeth then esplanade!&lt;br /&gt;omg x1000000 hawaii didn't call today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14539940-114362181608839428?l=somecallmegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/114362181608839428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/114362181608839428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/2006/03/omg-x100-i-passed-e-math-variations.html' title=''/><author><name>izza</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14539940.post-114345413116706911</id><published>2006-03-27T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T02:08:51.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;today was generally a fine day but she &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt; to spoil it all.&lt;br /&gt;but that phone call from hawaii made it all better.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14539940-114345413116706911?l=somecallmegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/114345413116706911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/114345413116706911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/2006/03/today-was-generally-fine-day-but-she.html' title=''/><author><name>izza</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14539940.post-114336594901139496</id><published>2006-03-26T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T01:39:09.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;omg KC Family Day was shitloads of hard core fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you missed it, you're a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;i'll post some photos when i've uploaded them(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14539940-114336594901139496?l=somecallmegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/114336594901139496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/114336594901139496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/2006/03/omg-kc-family-day-was-shitloads-of.html' title=''/><author><name>izza</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14539940.post-114208921041513792</id><published>2006-03-11T23:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T07:00:10.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;omg finally after 6354627254folds of wanting to get on the computer for reasons other than study.&lt;br /&gt;phew what a week. got my results today. mrs teo was totally kiddin' bout me being rude and my mum so believed her omg retarded 1000folds. ok here comes my positions(ain't givin my results away bitch)-&lt;br /&gt;English- 1/42 (beams)&lt;br /&gt;Malay- 1/2 (beams)&lt;br /&gt;E Mathematics- 11/41 (beams)&lt;br /&gt;A Mathematics- 29/37 (sulks)&lt;br /&gt;Geography- 5/27 (beams)&lt;br /&gt;Combined Humans.- 12/27 (bwahahahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;Science (Chem-Bio)- 25/42 (boo)&lt;br /&gt;ok i'm too tired to list out what happened the whole week so cut me some slack all right? sigh.. three six sticked to their design for the class shirt even though they KNEW it was very much similar to ours. our class is pissed off at their unoriginality. however, thank god we've got no nerds top wear it out. three four will make it look so much more glam. if i find out that their class tee is black, i swear..ehfgeyuehjjdkd&lt;br /&gt;viewing marlene's blog now. omg i miss her 10000000000folds, sad to know that we didn't spend most of our teenage years together but our primary years were tons of fun.&lt;br /&gt;gettin easily pissed off these days cuz of problems EVERYWHERE. its like i have no one to turn to right now-sobs&lt;br /&gt;omg shut up izza. stop soaking up the sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH i wanna kill myself!&lt;br /&gt;wake up the next day and find me dead please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14539940-114208921041513792?l=somecallmegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/114208921041513792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/114208921041513792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/2006/03/omg-finally-after-6354627254folds-of.html' title=''/><author><name>izza</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14539940.post-114146466506034610</id><published>2006-03-04T17:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T01:31:05.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;i'm...BACK.&lt;br /&gt;from bugis/FarEast.&lt;br /&gt;left my house a tad late today cause i though valerie was goin to be late, as usual. but no no NO, she had to be early, nagging me to the bone. she was pretty PMSsy today. fuckass. LOL&lt;br /&gt;met valerie on the train and made our way to Bugis, upon reaching there, we walked for a bit and TRIED to instruct kai boon on where to go. omg she's dumb, dumb and dumb-er. she's like super blur can.&lt;br /&gt;kai boon: huh? i'm at burger king. got POSB there meh? no ah. maybe at the worng one. but you said got burger king what?&lt;br /&gt;when we met her, omg she looked so diffy. wouldn't picture her as the wacky and lame character she is in class. we walked around for a bit. my sisters told me they'll be late, as always, so we decided to take neoprints. shall upload it some other time. omg i swear taking neoprints with kai boon was fuckloads of fun. we kept screaming and laughing and laughing and laughing. the most fun i've had taking neoprints. right val?&lt;br /&gt;after taking the neoprints, which turned out great, we headed to FarEast cuz elisabeth was there with her mum already. went there to grab a bite from Long John's. omg the grilled chicken wrap was G-O-R-G-E-O-U-S. seriously, damn cheap with one more wrap free too! binged on that then kimberly and sherrie met up with us. soon met up with elisabeth at the shop. it was pretty crowded at the shop today. my sisters came over. we discussed the class tee. changed the design yet another time. but i swear its gorgeous now. really pop art-ish and plain. plus t costs only 16bucks. AWESOME! so excited. the chikopek's gonna send it to us on 21st March. shall count down till then. so exciting!&lt;br /&gt;after that, my sisters went off and me, val and sherrie walked for a bit then we headed home. the trains were packed and omg &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;i want that malay guy in the train!&lt;/span&gt; fhot i say.&lt;br /&gt;oh, and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;A VERY HAPPY 15TH TO MY BESTEST COUSIN, BANANA! &lt;/span&gt;muahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14539940-114146466506034610?l=somecallmegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/114146466506034610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/114146466506034610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/2006/03/im.html' title=''/><author><name>izza</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14539940.post-114139981630099399</id><published>2006-03-03T23:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T07:30:16.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello friends-smiles&lt;br /&gt;shall update on the whole week now. i can't stop laughing to myself cuz of what val said in her blog. hilarious la! *tries to re-call the past week*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday (27th Feb 06)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg 3 periods of A M ath i swear i could have died. but thank god valerie and kathleen were sitting around me to entertain me with their non stop nonsense. i don't know how i'm goin to survive now since mrs chang changed the sitting plan ehfghskjdieyfh. i'm next to minyi who's as quiet as the quiestest thing on earth. if there's no noise around me, i swear i'll literally die. thank god denisia's beside me lah. ok ok gettin out of point here. ended at 1:15pm today so me, valerie and sherrie made our way via taxi to Fareast Plaza to get our class tee done. the shop uncle is a chikopek as in pervert, which explains why the shop's name is CHIKOS. any resemblance there? of course. he was touching val's chin and sherrie's shoulder. omg molester please. if he had touched me i swear i would have screamed, "RAPE!" and slammed my A Math text on his head. but i didn't cuz he didn't. he started boasting about how he studied in Paris for 7 to 8 years and how he's teaching in La-Salle when we praised his work. so high-headed. like we give a fuck. then he a like going mental or something and he suddenly became serious and told us to pay up 200bucks deposit before he started designing. then he started scolding us when HE made the wrong calculations. omg he started saying how he was an adult and children like us shouldn't be questioning him. so we left the place and told him we'll come back with the 200bucks. god knows why we're even goin back there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tuesday (28th Feb 06)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had tuition after school today. i felt like crying so bad cause my tuition teacher was practically scolding me. omg then after the whole lecture, he started saying how he WASN'T scolding me and that all was up to me and it was for my own good. what shit. shall not touch to much on that it'll make me feel worse. but i'm really sorry i had all my concepts worng. you've got a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wednesday (1st Mar 06)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school, went to white sands macs with fadzeera cuz she had religious class so i was there to accompany her till it started. sweet right? RIGHT. lol x1000. then we binged a little and there were some hearing-impaired students beside us. it was total silence please. i left fuzzy for a while while i went up to popular. got my turquoise file. the same as this font color and my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;strawberry shortcake&lt;/span&gt; on green. then fuzzy rang me up and asked me to get her foolscap. went back down. contnued work then she went off and i headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday (2nd Mar 06)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg today was the lamest shit that happened in my life please. me, val and kathleen have a tendency to get high in class. we did but today, it was way overboard. we were already so sleepy in chemistry so when the last period approached, which was english, we were half asleep. we were literally very tired out and were falling asleep. it was so bad like all of the sudden  we suddenly felt like falling asleep straight away. you know that feeling you get when you slept at 2am the night before and lessons end like so late that day. what made it worse was that we just had a chem test and we have drama afterwards. omg tiredx1000. so when chem ended, me and val stood up cuz we were so tired, we tried waking ourselves up. we got lamer lah. started imitating how people fall asleep in trains and buses and start swinging their heads and scare those unlucky shits beside them. funny stuffs there. we were standing up and imitating. i was like pretending to fall asleep and i fell down on my knees and when i tried to fall asleep sitting down, i totally missed kathleen's table to lean on and i fell back so super embarrassing. kathleen, valerie and gayathri started laughing at me. i was so tired, i started laughing at myself. it did wake me up abit. with val swinging her head backwards, it is so much fun!!! and we kept laughing and laughing and laughing. how am i ever gonna survive without both of you by my sides and backs? i'll have to now cuz of the new sitting arrangement. drama was shitloads of fun too cause miss wong was in a good mood and we were given the whole gym to practise whilst the others were squeezed into the black box. i prefer the black box though. but it was fun with the five of us. started discussing about what we wanted in totto chan. got three more rehearsals only, after which we're goin on to macbeth. omg how cool is that! i wanna act as the witch cuz miss wong said we'll have bloody make up. so cool! oh! and she told us we'll be performing at the esplanade!!! and we can do whatever we want- screams. omgomgomg. so funfun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday (3rd Mar 06)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after school, me, valerie, sherrie and chia pei headed to parkway to grab lunch. had chicken rice at banquet and we had &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;fried ice cream&lt;/span&gt; after that. intro-ed it to sherz and val and they simply loved it. then we went to popular to get class board stuff. while sher, val and chia pei fussed over the class stuffs, i got my&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; strawberry shortcake &lt;/span&gt;test pad! omg cute to the max(: it matches my file not. i want the wallet and the key ring! lol and i'm in sec what? HAHA. then i headed home, knocked out till like 8 when my dad woke me up.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMG I COULDN'T BE MOREEXCITED FOR TOMORROW&lt;/span&gt;. but i can't do the PSL shirt cuz ally didn't give me the 200bucks. we're goin to Fareast to do the class tee. we referring to me, valerie, kai boon, kimberly, sherrie and my two sisters(: and i wanna go shopping with val so badly! haven't chosen what to wear though. sigh ok my fingers feel like metal french fries. shall ciao now. toodles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14539940-114139981630099399?l=somecallmegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/114139981630099399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/114139981630099399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/2006/03/hello-friends-smiles-shall-update-on.html' title=''/><author><name>izza</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14539940.post-114094648047595384</id><published>2006-02-26T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T01:34:40.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm dressing digitalized celebrities up. don't ask how and why.&lt;br /&gt;Fuzzy gave me the link and now, i'm hooked on it.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up early today for the BBQ my dad prepared. Again, my mum thinks i'm on a diet. URGHHH ok my phone is confiscated. don't message me unless it's really urgent or it's from 6am to 4pm. thank you. after sending my brother off. he's goin to Bali and Jakarta with his friends, we binged  at Swensen's. i'm so full i could puke. ok short one bye(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14539940-114094648047595384?l=somecallmegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/114094648047595384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/114094648047595384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-dressing-digitalized-celebrities-up.html' title=''/><author><name>izza</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14539940.post-114088139039478752</id><published>2006-02-25T23:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T07:29:50.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm back.&lt;br /&gt;not like i went anywhere. well i did. to my cousin's house for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;grandpa and grandma's 50th&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;anniversary&lt;/span&gt;. had a blast! no-.- cause i was a loner far far away from society. all were second cousins and my first ones didn't come. omg the mango and cheesecake were gorgeous with a capital G or O as kathlian would have said. i was so full but i HAD to eat cause my mum thinks i'm secretly planning to be aneroxic. yeah like that's original. but i did binge. ALOT and i can barely move now.  but grandpa was so sweet to grandma. so cute lah they all. then my aunt was teasing me and arif bout some shit. omg embarrassing x1000. saw that st pats cousin of arif's whom i hope is NOT related to me.was awkward at first then khalaf said hi and i was like, err hi?. lol funny stuffs. then when we were waiting near the block for my dad to come and fetch us, arif and alfi came down in that scary 'scream' mask and started scaring the little kids. and they kept screaming. so mean but totally funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall ciao and kathlian bout that issue. chill babe love ya(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14539940-114088139039478752?l=somecallmegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/114088139039478752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/114088139039478752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>izza</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14539940.post-114079280861807905</id><published>2006-02-24T22:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T07:06:17.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;hectic. &lt;/span&gt;hell of a perfect word to describe the past week.&lt;br /&gt;omg x1000 am i glad it's over. so tired out this past month actually.&lt;br /&gt;firstly, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;congrats to Kimberly, Kathy and Nicole for getting into the South East CDC Drama&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;audition.&lt;/span&gt; so sorry i didn't go. was partially not interested.&lt;br /&gt;I failed Malay. well not YET. but i got 14/30 for paper two. efgdhrtysjk&lt;br /&gt;i hope paper one will pull my grades up a tad. Erny, donate one, just one mark to me please.&lt;br /&gt;i slacked most of this week. i'm going to fail geography mostly cause i didn't study and i couldn't be bothered. i am really hoping my attitude changes but i can't seem to make that happen.&lt;br /&gt;skipped drama cuz i had to 'fetch my family from the airport'.&lt;br /&gt;ohohoh they're back. my family that is and i love them 1000folds cuz of all the awesomes they got me, especially the tiny freddo heads and the taste-beyond-satisfying kitkat temptations. gorgeous i say.&lt;br /&gt;my mum's taste has improved though i was a tad disappointed that she didn't get me the pony sling i wanted but that was fine.  they got me tons but not as much as Lyna. -jealous i got this uber gorgeous brown tee from JayJays that has an electric guitar on it with several vintage designs on it. all bronze and metallic, it's a dreamer. then they got me a Rusty top which was kinda ex even if it was on sale. it's pink and black. quite nice and a lil punk with dice on it. the other one was chosen by my mum, a girly top that's folded inwards with crops. omg cute! and my mum got me this studded belt. haha so thoughtful of her. and i got this gorgeous pair or turquoise dangly earrings and a hot pink beaded necklace(: happiest 15yearold alive! and these green shell slippers omg and and and the most gorgeous billabong wallet ever! and that super nice roxy sling. thanks a bunch guys! really appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;with more new clothes, accessories etc..anyone game for shopping?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took an online test to see what would be the perfect Major for me, that i found on my cousin's blog. surprising ly, these were the test results;&lt;br /&gt;Dance - 92%&lt;br /&gt;Theater - 83%&lt;br /&gt;Art - 83%&lt;br /&gt;Linguistics - 75%&lt;br /&gt;Sociology - 67%&lt;br /&gt;Philosophy - 67%&lt;br /&gt;Anthropology - 58%&lt;br /&gt;Engineering - 50%&lt;br /&gt;Mathematics - 42%&lt;br /&gt;English - 42%&lt;br /&gt;Journalism - 42%&lt;br /&gt;Psychology - 42%&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry - 42%&lt;br /&gt;Biology - 33%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;according to the results, i should be a &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dance Major&lt;/span&gt; but i don't think its entirely true though i love dance. It also shows that i'm much more interested in the Arts more than the Sciences. See, Mathematics, Biology and Chemistry came out right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14539940-114079280861807905?l=somecallmegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/114079280861807905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/114079280861807905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/2006/02/hectic_24.html' title=''/><author><name>izza</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14539940.post-114061837551464413</id><published>2006-02-22T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T06:26:15.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;shall do a short re-cap cuz i got tons on this past week. haven't had the time to read finish totto-chan for drama tomorrow. and i flunked A Math. disappointed cuz i spent alot of time practising. oh well, guess my tuition teacher would be more disappointed. parents and sibs will be back tmr. partially not wanting that to happen. had more freedom when they were gone. quick update on my CA results- bleah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;english- 19/30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;biology- 13/25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;chemistry- 10.5/20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;E Math- 23/40&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;A Math- 10/40 fuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;hope i don't fail anything else. tmr will be a pretty long day. val came over today. got high and started laughing at random stuffs. was funfun! hope you'll come over again one day yeah oh anyone game to go to st pats band concert? i wanna go. for fun. had a pretty tough week this week. can't wait for it to end. A Math second test next monday wtf. bio re-test was today. gosh i guess i'm gonna flunk? if we get literature results tmr, i'll jump down. got new accessories. yes my mum will kill me if she finds out lol. counted more than 20 pairs of chandelier earrings out of which 5 or more are brand new and a month old. lol i can't stand it so cheap. should i go to the south east cdc audition this friday. not that interested but val wants me to go. oh well. i can't wait for march hols. wanna join studio wu man! coolness. ok shall ciao now cuz i have tons to clear up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;sorry to all those i have hurt in one way or another this past week and i'm thanking all those who were there for me throughout my lifetime. love all of you dearly(: thanks ra for that sweet x1000 email you sent me. loved it. and thanks to kim and val for this wacky week. muah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14539940-114061837551464413?l=somecallmegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/114061837551464413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/114061837551464413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/2006/02/shall-do-short-re-cap-cuz-i-got-tons.html' title=''/><author><name>izza</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14539940.post-114018904424768933</id><published>2006-02-17T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T07:10:44.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh thank god for this week is finally over. this has got to be one of the worst weeks of my life.i don't know if that's a bad thing though. you know when that particular week is over and you feel so exhausted, so empty and you feel as though it was there yet not there? it's a complicated feeling but i felt pretty much so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't remember what happened on monday but tuesday was one of the ok days of that dreadful week. thanks to all for the valentine's pressies. love them tons. that really made my day. chemistry had to fall on this day. it was so obvious that many didn't study cuz everyone was hyped bout handing out gifts to their loved ones. i think a girl giving another girl a pressie or even a rose on v day in an all girls' school is super gay. but i do it. just to show all my friends how much i appreciate everyone of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday. drama's a bitch. so long, draggy and tiring. with her non-stop nagging, it couldn't have been worse. it could actually. but that only happened on thursday. this was also the day my parents, together with my sis and bro, left for aussie. for their convocation. graduation is simple english. so exciting! me and my other sis wanted to walk around the house naked but we figured we'd keep our bodies to ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday thursday thursday. omfg i HATE DESPICE AND LOATHE EVERY PART OF THIS DAY MAN! we had literature CA. that was a total bust. i forgot about paragraphing. i'm gonna fail. drama was even worse. after our performance at the black box, she never commented on both or even one of our performances. all she did was scold us on being late. we had issues right? UHHH pissin off. i swear i feel like joining the other group. this sucks. she was shooting personal attacks at me indirectly saying that i blamed jiajia. wtf. was already in a bad mood. when i went home. saw rahim on the way. didn't have time to say hi. would have vented my anger on him anyw. was so pissed off i felt like crying cuz of that and cuz of current issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday. today that is. not too bad. except we had E Math CA. i'm gonna fail. no use lettin me know i won't. the last question. URGHHHHH. whatever. shall not dwell on it. headed to KFC for lunch with valerie and nathalie. we kept laughing and laughing and laughing. and nathalie.. i'll kill you for tricking me on that crushcalculator. oh yeah. we were talkin bout KOHLF. super funny. found out that she complained to 3.6 bout our class. hahaha hilarious man she. went to val's house for awhile then headed home and i'm here now. omg i'm on the verge of a breakdown. because of A Math, stuff and more stuff. i need to confide in someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;update on test results-&lt;br /&gt;english 19/30&lt;br /&gt;biology 13/25&lt;br /&gt;chemistry 10.5/20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i flunked everyth except english. gonna flunk more. oh and this is the test kimberly asked me to do a few weeks ago. ok fine..a questionaire-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN QUALITIES I WANT IN A POTENTIAL BOYFRIEND-&lt;br /&gt;1 not obsessive&lt;br /&gt;2 cute&lt;br /&gt;3 nice&lt;br /&gt;4 funny&lt;br /&gt;5 caring&lt;br /&gt;6 sensitive&lt;br /&gt;7 great sense of style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN THINGS THAT SCARE ME-&lt;br /&gt;1 creep crawlies&lt;br /&gt;2 clowns&lt;br /&gt;3 deep waters&lt;br /&gt;4 sharks&lt;br /&gt;5 mirrors&lt;br /&gt;6 scary sounds&lt;br /&gt;7 kcp basement toilet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN RANDOM SONGS-&lt;br /&gt;1 heard em say by someone feat. adam levine&lt;br /&gt;2 dance dance by fall out boy&lt;br /&gt;3 and sugar we're going down by fall out boy&lt;br /&gt;4 where are you by natalie and jusin roman&lt;br /&gt;5 ghost of you by my chemical romance&lt;br /&gt;6 run it by chris brown&lt;br /&gt;7 my valentine by don and drew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN THINGS I LIKE MOST-&lt;br /&gt;1 dark chocolate&lt;br /&gt;2 roxy&lt;br /&gt;3 hugs&lt;br /&gt;4 clothes&lt;br /&gt;5 handbags&lt;br /&gt;6 havaianas&lt;br /&gt;7 more handbags&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN IMPORTANT THINGS IN MY BEDROOM-&lt;br /&gt;1 handphone&lt;br /&gt;2 computer&lt;br /&gt;3 bed&lt;br /&gt;4 mirror&lt;br /&gt;5 lights&lt;br /&gt;6 clothes&lt;br /&gt;7 oxygen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN RANDOM FACTS ABOUT ME-&lt;br /&gt;1 i hate those who copy me and i'll tell it straight to their faces&lt;br /&gt;2 i'm single and fab&lt;br /&gt;3 i love roxy&lt;br /&gt;4 green rocks don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;5 i don't have any crushes now except those i think are cute.&lt;br /&gt;6 i'm broke.&lt;br /&gt;7 i wanna be taller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN THINGS I PLAN TO DO BEFORE I DIE-&lt;br /&gt;1 jump down&lt;br /&gt;2 go to hawaii&lt;br /&gt;3 get married&lt;br /&gt;4 thank everyone who has been there for me&lt;br /&gt;5 apologize to god and loved ones for my wrongdoings&lt;br /&gt;6 tell people how i really feel&lt;br /&gt;7 get that annoying burden off my shoulders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN THINGS I CAN DO-&lt;br /&gt;1 kayak&lt;br /&gt;2 cry&lt;br /&gt;3 laugh nonstop&lt;br /&gt;4 scream&lt;br /&gt;5 talktalktalkandtalk&lt;br /&gt;6tick you off&lt;br /&gt;7 jump down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN THINGS I SAY THE MOST-&lt;br /&gt;1 son of a nutcracker&lt;br /&gt;2 i'm so (insert adjective), i kill myself&lt;br /&gt;3 eh excuse me&lt;br /&gt;4 hello woman!&lt;br /&gt;5 what the hell you think you're doin?&lt;br /&gt;6 oh-so-(insert and cute word)&lt;br /&gt;7 i'm damn glam ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN CELEBRITY CRUSHES-&lt;br /&gt;1 adam brody&lt;br /&gt;2 adam levine&lt;br /&gt;3 matthew underwood&lt;br /&gt;4 shawn lee&lt;br /&gt;5 joshua ang&lt;br /&gt;6 ryan dusick&lt;br /&gt;7 james lafferty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN PEOPLE I WANT TO DO THIS-&lt;br /&gt;register 1-7 from my class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye bitches&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14539940-114018904424768933?l=somecallmegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/114018904424768933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/114018904424768933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/2006/02/oh-thank-god-for-this-week-is-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>izza</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14539940.post-113958331356466424</id><published>2006-02-10T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T06:55:13.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;this week was &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;long, draggy&lt;/span&gt; and i swear i have no idea how i managed to glide through it without dying. i did, well at least in a math classes. re-cap of the week-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;monday(6Feb06)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;er. what happened today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;tuesday(7Feb06)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ernsbun's birthday but she was sick. bummer. anyhoos, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;HAPPY 15TH ERNY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;wednesday(8Feb06)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY FIRST EVER BIOLOGY TEST.  gosh it was hard. i was sweating and trying to absorb my sweat with the exam paper. and when today, ms tan announced that only 17 out of the 42 in our class passed, i was already 50% dead. FORTUNATELY, when i checked the result sheet, i was one of the 17. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;i got 13/25.&lt;/span&gt; not the best but it worked for me, being the 13th in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;thursday(9Feb06)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;my dearest ANGELINE'S 15th! &lt;/span&gt;but..i forgot to wish her. lol x 1000.i had more important things to think about. like the literature test we were suppose to have that day. omg thank god x 1000000 when we were told that it was postponed to next thurs. rahim should know how much i suck at lit.  drama rocked but it was a little tiring. before that, me, valerie and pearlene went over to val's to straigthen our hair. it was sooo cool! then we headed back, on the bus, a VS prefect paid a portion of my bus fare cuz my ez link was out and i had no spare change. what a darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;friday(10Feb06)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;biology practical. i HAD to sit on the second aisle and get the most difficult experiment to cope with. kathleen wasn't being much help either. nah, she was a darling. helping me with my test tubes and all. after skool, me, val and pearlene went home and met up again to cut our hair. before that, we were being montip whores. got a ring each. i like mine- a vintage-inspired ring with the chinese character 'ai' which means &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;, on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh..&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;i got 19/30 for english.&lt;/span&gt; which is quite an achievement considering the fact that many failed and i didn't have time to write exactly what i wanted. AND that it was a factual essay and i really stink at that. hope i'll pass other subs too man. especially a maths..that'd be a real booster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-outta here babes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14539940-113958331356466424?l=somecallmegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/113958331356466424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/113958331356466424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/2006/02/this-week-was-long-draggy-and-i-swear.html' title=''/><author><name>izza</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14539940.post-113837420677710574</id><published>2006-01-27T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T02:10:19.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;chinese new year celebrations at KC-beams-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;we had a blast as a class today cuz it was the first of the many special occasions we were gonna celebrate together. we ate and ate and ate. haha. and get this-&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;SEC THREE4 WON SECONDPLACE IN THE CLASS DECO COMPETITION.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; me, sherrie, kathleen and deni were like, " oh we won? oh wow. miracle. *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the KC rock band; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;RAWK*IDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; played at the concert. no comments. well i do have some. ALOT. but they're not exactly nice or posiive in any way. firstly, rock bands count ' 5! 6! 7! 8! '. obviously KC's rock band starts from1 and ends at 4, which to me doesnt make sense at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;girl from RAWK*IDS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;we love you KC! you rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;izza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WE KNOW! YOU DON'T!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;kathleen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HUR HUR HUR HUR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i dunno what we're gonna do with the pathetic 20bucks MPH prize money. irene ang was cacat lah. as in a good way. she was so funny. yeah. after skool, went to take 31 with rachael, rachel, nathalie and valerie. then we were ALL supposed to go bedok macs together but rachael went to SAC and rachel went home. ditchers. haha no lah. then when we were at macs. met rahim. val got pissed cuz me and nat ditched her to buy food. she lost her appetite. i lost mine. we all got pissed and now i'm still pissed but not at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GOSH. can you don't be so darn selfish? if you're pissed don't vent it on me! i'm trying my hardest to make your day and talk to you but if you're not gonna cooperate then FINE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14539940-113837420677710574?l=somecallmegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/113837420677710574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/113837420677710574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/2006/01/chinese-new-year-celebrations-at-kc.html' title=''/><author><name>izza</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14539940.post-113828583080406354</id><published>2006-01-26T22:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T02:10:50.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;cina new year's comin! &lt;/span&gt;so exciting(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i know i only partially celebrate it but i'm sure the class party will be tons of fun even though we're not getting any children from Katong Special School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;we voted for the class tee color today. it was a close call between &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;white &lt;/span&gt;but obviously green won. everyone! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;THREE4s class tee is green! &lt;/span&gt;don't copy ok? muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;few days ago, got a notebook from popular. damn cantik can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it's red, black and white with half of it filled with black pages and the other half with white ones. but it's super ex. bummer. i splurged 5bucks on that. i'm super broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;got tons of pressies to buy. oh yeah. today's pearlyn's bday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY 15TH PEARLYN(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm f bored. two people are supposed to call me but i guess they died. whahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;whooo. finally one of them rang up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ok lah. super tired. shall blog again tmr or someth. muacks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14539940-113828583080406354?l=somecallmegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/113828583080406354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/113828583080406354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/2006/01/cina-new-years-comin-so-exciting-i.html' title=''/><author><name>izza</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14539940.post-113793867463341750</id><published>2006-01-22T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T02:11:07.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i like the name,&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;Logan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Most Logans are hot.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14539940-113793867463341750?l=somecallmegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/113793867463341750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/113793867463341750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-like-name-logan.html' title=''/><author><name>izza</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14539940.post-113776700396242073</id><published>2006-01-20T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T02:11:43.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; super tanned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; and i don't like it. 've been applying &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;whitening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;lotion but that'll take long. still exhausted from camp. trying to catch up with school work. ellie, i want the pics we took at camp. i'm so exhausted and too tired to blog bout camp. just crapping and crapping and crapping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;just finished chatting with my cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'ve got tuition at greenview sec tmr. then i gotta return the oxford literature dictionary. how weird. 've never heard or a dictionary with shakespeare lang in it. but it was pretty useful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;today, had to stay back to do bio and malay. then headed home with val, i'm goin to tamp again. they've got gorgeous earrings. i got three ethnic ones for only 5bucks. got somethin for valerie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;got to get pressies for;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;valerie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;kimberly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;ellie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;amee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;rachael&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;rachel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;deni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;gotta save up man. need loads of ka ching. 've been broke lately so sorry if i haven't gotten anyone a pressie. have been bugged by the class comm to do the board. yup. got that to do. drama tee is off me and val's shoulders already..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yesterday's chemistry lesson with koh lai fong was freain funfunfun! we were super irritated by her cuz she ate up into mrs teo's english lesson and we just wanted her to get the hell out, so being THREEFOUR, we started annoying her. we all started clicking pens and singing camp songs even thou she asked us to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;koh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you all make noise i make you stay back!.. for five minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;three4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(starts laughing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;koh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you laugh somemore i make you stay back another 5min!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;three4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(continues singing camp songs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it was hilarious lah. its so fun seeing her get pissed off. and today's morning exercise with her was a blast cuz she was like bending forward and bending back. trying to act macho wat. but then she hurt her back HAHAHAHA. ok shall stop here. i'm too tired to continue. talk another time. i'm gonna fail core geog and chemistry. to hell with bio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14539940-113776700396242073?l=somecallmegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/113776700396242073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/113776700396242073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-so-super-tanned.html' title=''/><author><name>izza</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14539940.post-113757530920561666</id><published>2006-01-18T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T02:12:30.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'm back from camp!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-beams-&lt;br /&gt;i'm too exhausted to post about camp so i shall do that another day.&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;the FIRST ever time i stepped into a guys' toilet.&lt;/span&gt; and to shower somemore. but it was fun. screaming in the shower and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went kayakking.&lt;br /&gt;that was uber fun.&lt;br /&gt;but.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;i got more tanned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much much more tanned.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm not too hyped about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overall. the camp was..let's say. worth all of my 20bucks. the orienteering sucked the most. got a blister on my ankle and it was bleeding profusely without my knowing. kathleen pointed it out and i was like, eh wtf. shall end here about camp. will post another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;someone to another someone:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's with izza's blog password?(sounds disgusted)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;someone's not too happy about my blog password.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a small matter so i shall not get too bummed over it. all i can say is that this is my blog. if you're not happy with typing out my blog password then you can't stop coming to my blog altogether. it's only a password. ONLY a password. i'd type it out in block letters just to put it in your face and piss you off. it's my business what i want my pass to be and fortunately, you're not my business. so just fuck off and stop being bothered about my blog password.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14539940-113757530920561666?l=somecallmegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/113757530920561666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/113757530920561666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-back-from-camp-beams-im-too.html' title=''/><author><name>izza</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14539940.post-113716176007962656</id><published>2006-01-13T16:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T02:12:47.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i found out about something that i wasn't suppose to know about and now i can't turn to anyone to spill it all out to. why do they keep secrets from me? why can't i know? all she does is tell the other one and she says i shouldn't know because i'm too young and wouldn't understand. how could i possibly be closer to them if they won't tell me anything. now i know all, and i know that they wouldn't want me to tell. it's saddens me that i'm kept in the dark about everything. and they don't even know how much i care about them that i'm actually keeping this from everyone. i know about it. i know it all. i wish i could just say that to you but i can't. i'll just keep quiet about it from now. but i hope you'll show me what it feels like to have a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;real &lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14539940-113716176007962656?l=somecallmegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/feeds/113716176007962656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14539940&amp;postID=113716176007962656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/113716176007962656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/113716176007962656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-found-out-about-something-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>izza</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-14539940.post-113682068546826169</id><published>2006-01-09T23:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T02:13:55.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wishiwashiwishiwashi&lt;br /&gt;that was pretty random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven't been able to blog for quite some time now, so i shall do a quick update. blahblahblah. today had the rehearsal for the investiture of prefects and PSLs. yup wasn't very exciting. before that, went to parkway with valerie, kimberly and eunice for lunch. had roasted chicken rice. yumyum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;CCA Fair; 7th Jan 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and val were the only sec threes who turned up. it was pretty boring at first, but it turned out fun. val was late as usual. saw the emdd gals goin into their bus headed for sji. hope i get chosen for the collaboration with vs(: yaddayaddayadda. lazy to type..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got the I, CAMPER fotos from justin already! whoo(: they turned out great. when i've uploaded them, i'll paste them on my blog for all to see(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;update on sec &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;THREE4&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;threefour threefour threefour- combined sciences&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's super noisy. it's like the teachers are invisible. it's EXACTLY like twofive. only a tad quieter, but nonetheless, suprisingly..noisy! didn't expect it to turn out that way. but oh well, it's more fun(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;class position- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;in front of me; marilyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;behind me; kathleen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;on my right; kai booon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;on my left; samantha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear i could kill kathleen sometimes. she laughs like a retard, '" HUR HUR".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok the fun part!- update on teachers(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;mrs teo hui lin; form t and english&lt;/span&gt; she's nice(: but she's a lil strict-er this year. she has tons of books for english.i get all confused in her class. her ingggrish is chim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;mrs chang; co form and e a math&lt;/span&gt;s &lt;/span&gt;she's really really soft. i can barely hear her. a screechy and annoying voice. haha. mrs teo could give her a few pointers on speaking proper english thou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;cikgu fatimah &lt;/span&gt;malay fuck i'm missin rathia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;mrs koh lai fong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;chemistry she's damn hilarious! "why? you don't wanna see my magic ah?" wtf. magic?! she and mrs chang can be english buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;miss agnes tan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;ss she's funny lame. but don't know her much. haven't been havin many lessons with her. i'm her rep thou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;miss louisa tan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;biology omg. her teaching rocks. i actually pay attention and understand. seriously, i love her. funny lame too. but nonetheless..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;mrs fairozah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;core geog i love her. she's so small, i could just squeeeze her. she's funny too." by right,....but by left..(class laughs)" lame i know but funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;mdm gammar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;literature she's scary at times but we all know mdm gammar just LOVES her twofive girls right? RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall end, in a rush. shall talk another time. here's to another year of havoc to teachers to all(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14539940-113682068546826169?l=somecallmegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/113682068546826169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/113682068546826169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/2006/01/wishiwashiwishiwashi-that-was-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>izza</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14539940.post-113655613615039654</id><published>2006-01-06T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T02:14:44.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;" I had never had this feeling before. My heart felt like it was gonna come out of my mouth. There was this lump in my throat like when you dry-swallow a huge pill. I hated Regina. I hated her! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;- Cady Heron(Lindsay Lohan); Mean Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was a fun day. but it was fuckin ruined just cuz of one thing. you see.. yesterday i was overjoyed cuz i was chosen as the PSL welfare coordinator together with Kathy. HOWEVER, today, they changed it to Nathalie and i'm thrown out of the EX-CO and into the committee as a committee member. WHAT THE FUCK. WHAT THE FUCK. WHAT THE FUCK. and they HAD to put my good friend. gosh.. so fannoying. so then why did then put up the committee results yesterday when they were gonne change it?! it's freakin annoyin. the feeling is so fucked-up and it totally sucks! i really wanted it. and they just threw me out like that? it's totally unfair. i didn't realise how much i wanted it till i came home and just started crying. i know it's pretty lame. but seriously, it sucks! it hurts so much. i'm just so irritated by it.i turned up for almost everything just so i could get in the committee. and we were even scolded by richard cuz Nathalie and Marissa were late. like what the hell, it's super unfair can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough bout that, i'm so upset just thinking about it. anyhoos, we had the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;sec one orientation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;PSLs were in-charge&lt;/span&gt; of. it didn't start off to well cuz we got a lil scolding from justin and richard. they were pissed cuz only like 9 of us turned up. which is little for the 14 groups. so we each took a group. mine was group six. from sec one three. yeah, the sec ones were so not enthu. luckily my instructor was nice, unlike Valerie's one. pity her man. yup, had an amazing race. my group was super slow. but faster then val's(: anyhoos, me and heda were like competing. first was at the AVA theatrette, she was shouting so loud, so i was like ' &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;all the sexy people of group &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;six please move this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.' then heda was like, ' eh what sexy? my class is hot ok!' then i was like, ' UH! don't copy me you.. you.. UH!' whahaha. damn hilarious. then the next time was when we were at the top level there, goin towards the EOA room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heda " group seven! "&lt;br /&gt;izza " GROUP SIX! "&lt;br /&gt;heda " GROUP SEVEN! "&lt;br /&gt;izza " &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;GROUP SIX, IF YOU'RE BETTER THAN GROUP SEVEN, WALK FASTER!&lt;/span&gt; " ( MY GROUP RUNS!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. DAMN FUNNY! i can't stand it! hahahahahaha. then in the end, when our groups were done and watching the Dance girls warm-up, me and kimberly were promoting Drama to them. LOL(x that was funny too. chatting with raraman. he's talkin to that pervert for me. muahaha. me and kimberly were like-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;" must join drama ok! cuz all drama people are pretty and gorgeous like US!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muahaha. funny funny funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall end lah. type so long already. i'll update bout teachers of 2006 and stuff next time. tooodles biatches(:&lt;/span&gt; camp today. today's the day the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14539940-113655613615039654?l=somecallmegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/113655613615039654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/113655613615039654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-had-never-had-this-feeling-before.html' title=''/><author><name>izza</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14539940.post-113609325272266654</id><published>2006-01-01T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T07:37:28.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;haven't been updating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR BITCHES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll scram cuz i have to do homework.&lt;br /&gt;omg i'm so happy! english is done(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;malay left.&lt;br /&gt;bleagh. malay's a whore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14539940-113609325272266654?l=somecallmegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/113609325272266654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/113609325272266654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/2006/01/havent-been-updating.html' title=''/><author><name>izza</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14539940.post-113569756898130969</id><published>2005-12-27T23:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T07:37:46.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;re-cap of my life-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;24th Dec ; went to watch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Chronicles Of Narnia: The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; with my sis and my bro. got my sim card changed and that's it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;25th Dec ; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MERRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; CHRISTMAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;TO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;26th Dec ; went for breakfast with my family, then headed to Expo for the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;METRO SALE!!!(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; got a pierre cardin bra and pantie set, one young hearts bra and two young hearts panties *beams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;27th Dec ; stayed home alone. did a teeny bit of my h/w. watched sweet home alabama vcd and save the last dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;28th Dec ; going to finish up homework with fadzeera. then..head home. oh! MY SISTER, LYNA'S, BIRTHDAY!(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm a lazy pig. my dad promises to pay a portion for the adidas watch i want if i finish all my h/w by tmr. yay! lovin him(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14539940-113569756898130969?l=somecallmegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/113569756898130969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/113569756898130969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/2005/12/re-cap-of-my-life-24th-dec-went-to.html' title=''/><author><name>izza</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14539940.post-113534685539233632</id><published>2005-12-23T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T06:07:35.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;sec one orientation 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my alarm rang at 5:30am but knowing me, i turned it off and only managed to wake up at 6:15am when i was suppose to meet nathalie at bedok mrt station at 6:40am. sooo late. so i messaged nathalie tellin her to go ahead whilst i rushed to skool. apparently, she didn't reply. which is so unlike her so i tried to call her a zillion times. BUT, no answer. so i thought, that bloody pig must be sleeping. and i was right. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;she didn't come in the end.&lt;/span&gt; so i reached skool. met kathy, ally, victoria, crystal and gang. just sat around. then, we just ushered blahblahblah. we did pretty much...nothing. bummer man. came all the way and we were just standing around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, me, ally, soekkhern, and crystal went to the food court to have lunch. gosh. crystal can't stop laughing for nuts! she laughed, then we laughed. and i had a tummyache after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ma and ally headed back for the interview. we were f-ing nervous can. val and nathalie didn't go. boo to them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;the PSL interview&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh. it was so f-ing scary! they were asking so many questions and i didn't know what to answer! all the time,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; 'er..er..er...i dunno.' &lt;/span&gt;so embarrassing can. then went home with eunice after that. but i stopped at TM cuz i wanted to get that cute &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;patrick&lt;/span&gt; keyring for my bag next year. got it then went home. my sis and two of her friends came over. fell asleep, woke up showered. had dinner blahblahblah. my phone's screwed. i accidentally activated the code thingy and now i can switch it on, so if i don't pick up calls or reply to messages. i still haven't figured out the code. my dad's not bein too helpful either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoos, shall end here till my phone isn't a whore. see y'all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14539940-113534685539233632?l=somecallmegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/113534685539233632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/113534685539233632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/2005/12/sec-one-orientation-2006-my-alarm-rang.html' title=''/><author><name>izza</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14539940.post-113526236619332452</id><published>2005-12-22T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T06:39:26.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;OH GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;my com's a bitch. it's screwed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wells, the past few days have been fun. and after everythin, my legs, thighs and unmentionables were soo sore. but it was worth it. yes. definitely(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, we had a dry run of the amazing race that was to happen the next day, for the prefect and PSL christmas party 2005. it was f-tiring. my group consisted of kimberly and jia jia, and the other group consisted of heda, eunice, and...janell. actually, we were suppose to be station masters, but but but, not many turned up so we ended up playing. yeah pretty much that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall not go into detail, chattin with erny and fad now. hold on..&lt;br /&gt;BACK. anyhoos, next day, the real thaang. was freakin aching all over cuz of the previous day. the groups took so long to come to our station, me, kathy and kim wong took neos and had KFC lunch. then when kat left, we went shoppin. i got a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RED &lt;/span&gt;tank, an &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;army print&lt;/span&gt; belt and my ear studs 2006(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;forward, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;got my school bag for next yr! gosh. it GORGEOUS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it's from new world order. wanted the crumpler one damn bad but my sis said it was so last year and it's quite ex. so yeah. love my bag though. gotta go skool tmr. boohoo. for the f-ing sec one thingy and my PSL interview.&lt;br /&gt;bleh. i bored to post lah. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;byebye bitches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14539940-113526236619332452?l=somecallmegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/113526236619332452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/113526236619332452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/2005/12/oh-god.html' title=''/><author><name>izza</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14539940.post-113491529647836194</id><published>2005-12-18T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T06:14:56.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;for i am a bored child with no life from 10 till 11 tonight, i shall do the quiz sherrie requested me to do. to sherz- you better be happy. anyhoos, here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;in no particular order, list down;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;; 3 people to talk to online-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;one- amanda leung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;two- fadzeera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;three- erny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;; 4 people you see in skool-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;four- valerie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;five- rachel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;six- rachael&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;seven- sherrie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;; two teachers-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;eight- cikgu rathia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;nine- miss nooryati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;; 3 people you love going out with-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ten- lyna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;eleven- rafida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;twelve- marlene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;; 3 people in your sms inbox-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;thirteen- crystal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;fourteen- ally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;fifteen- nathalie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;"&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;so what do you think of number FOUR?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;who, valerie? she's mental lah. whahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;how nice is number SIX?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;RACHAEL! gosh. on a scale on 1 to 10, 10 being the nicest, she's a 9.99999999999!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;on a scale of 1-10, rate how good looking number FIVE is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;rachel. she's PRETTY! she's a number...EIGHT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;honestly, if number EIGHT met with an accident, what would you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;CRY MY LUNGS OUT.*whisper*yeah right.*whisper*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;what sport would you play with number TWELVE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;kickboxing! hell yeah. marlene and me will kick some ass! muahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;what if number ONE has a boyf?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;amanda? have then have lah. what d'ya want me to do? i'll be happy for her, of course. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;do you hate number NINE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;no lah. miss nooryati is very nice, right? RIGHT. no doubt bout that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;how much do you like number TWO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;oh gosh, I HATE HER! haha, kiddin. she rocks. i love her many many!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;will THIRTEEN and SEVEN make a good couple?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;if they were lesbians? no. cuz sherrie and crystal will fight and fight and fight. cuz they both talk alot. bwahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;would FOURTEEN one day kill you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;ALLY?! no lah. she loves me too much. *beams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;who do you like more? THREE or TEN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;erny or my sister? hmmm. tough choice. but i love my sister more. sorry ernsbun. i still love you lah. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;"&gt;.....................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;get FIVE people to do this quiz;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;. alexa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;. jacinta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;. loretta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;. louisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;. wei zhen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy, what a bummer. but enjoy(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14539940-113491529647836194?l=somecallmegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/113491529647836194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/113491529647836194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/2005/12/for-i-am-bored-child-with-no-life-from.html' title=''/><author><name>izza</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14539940.post-113483006773576174</id><published>2005-12-17T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T06:34:27.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;UBER BORED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;"&gt;rules of the game; give a full profile of everyone in your main family; parents and siblings, including yourself, like their full name, age, birth dates, what you call them, occupation, school (from they were young) etc etc. and then rate this quiz from one to ten. and choose five other people to do this quiz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my &lt;u&gt;dad&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;full name- Zainuddin Bin (i don't tell you)&lt;br /&gt;age/birthdate- 23rd Nov 1953. calculate yourself&lt;br /&gt;what i call him- Abah, Daddy&lt;br /&gt;Occupation- ex-policeman, now..some machine thingy&lt;br /&gt;Schools attended- er. i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my &lt;u&gt;mum&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;full name- Asmah&lt;br /&gt;age/birthdate- 18th April 1955&lt;br /&gt;what i call her- Mummy&lt;br /&gt;Occupation- nurse at CGH&lt;br /&gt;Schools attended- i only know Siglap Sec.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my &lt;u&gt;bro&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;full name- Muhammad Suffian&lt;br /&gt;age/birthdate- 4th Nov 1979&lt;br /&gt;what i call him- Abang Ian&lt;br /&gt;Occupation- Student&lt;br /&gt;Schools attended- Tao Nan School, Pasir Ris Sec, Temasek Poly, Curtin Uni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my &lt;u&gt;sis&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;full name- Noor Rafida&lt;br /&gt;age/birthdate- 21st May 1983&lt;br /&gt;what i call her- Kak dada&lt;br /&gt;Occupation- Student&lt;br /&gt;Schools attended- exactly the same as my bro's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my &lt;u&gt; other sis&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;full name- Noor Lyna&lt;br /&gt;age/birthdate- 28th Dec 1985&lt;br /&gt;what i call her- Kak ina&lt;br /&gt;Occupation- Student&lt;br /&gt;Schools attended- CHIJ Katong Pri, Loyang Sec, Tampines JC, NUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my&lt;u&gt;self&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;full name- Noor Izza&lt;br /&gt;age/birthdate- 10th Oct 1991&lt;br /&gt;what i call her- oi&lt;br /&gt;Occupation- Student&lt;br /&gt;Schools attended- CHIJ Katong Pri, CHIJ Katong Convent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i rate this quiz a four cuz it's a total waste of time. bwahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the five &lt;u&gt;UN&lt;/u&gt;LUCKY people;&lt;br /&gt;fadzeera&lt;br /&gt;alicia&lt;br /&gt;sherrie&lt;br /&gt;sheqal- HAH! i kena you back.&lt;br /&gt;mandy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14539940-113483006773576174?l=somecallmegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/feeds/113483006773576174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14539940&amp;postID=113483006773576174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/113483006773576174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/113483006773576174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/2005/12/uber-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>izza</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-14539940.post-113463347891874411</id><published>2005-12-15T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T23:57:58.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE GORGEOUS MANGO SALE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at like freakin 5:30 in the morn only to find out that my two lazy-bummed sisters haven't even woken up. so i just lied in my bed, hoping somethin would make me get up. looked at the clock and it was 5:45. got up and went to shower. gosh. can't believe we woke up so darn early for the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;MANGO sale&lt;/span&gt;. have to admit. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;i was pretty excited&lt;/span&gt;. it's a sale. why wouldn't i be? bwahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyhoos, when i got out of the shower, saw that one of my sisters had woken up. so yeah. got dressed. was searchin frantically for the&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; pink&lt;/span&gt; bra i wanted to wear today&lt;br /&gt;BUTBUTBUT noooo..&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't find it so i ended up wearing my jeans, a blueish green top, my pierre cardin bra(: and my roxy sling. plus.. my sequin flops.&lt;br /&gt;my other sis woke up and panicked when she saw thatme and my other sister were dressed. my bro wanted to come at first but he couldn't wake up cuz he's a dopehead. muahaha!&lt;br /&gt;so then we got ready, blahblahblah. left the house, my sis forgot her hp. gosh. went back up the lift. then went back down. was listening to FM on the train and it was justin and vernon's slot. one asked the other, " what time is it?", the other answers, "it's 8:49am. why?", "oh. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;11min more&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;to the MANGO sale&lt;/span&gt;." i gt so excited. eventhough, we were bound to be late. lol(x we practically ran to the store! we went to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;THREE MANGO BRANCHES&lt;/span&gt; lah. we're crazy i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;what i bought;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONE dark brown GORGEOUS MANGO sweater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. with the inscriptions,  &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;"&gt;MNG adores u.&lt;/span&gt;for 36 bucks! cheapcheapcheap!&lt;br /&gt;what LYNA bought;&lt;br /&gt;2 tops and three pants totaling up to 152 bucks. wtf.&lt;br /&gt;what FIDA bought;&lt;br /&gt;ALOT. totaling up to 200 - 300 bucks. even more WTF.&lt;br /&gt;she bought other stuff too. from U2 etc etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanted to get this &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;nice roxy bag for 59bucks &lt;/span&gt;but i'm still eyeing that crumpler sling. *sigh. which to choose? nvm. shall wait for erny. was SO tempted to buy SOOO many MANGO jeans, tops etc but BUT, ran out of my size. oh wells, shall end here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sherrie and sheq shall wait longlong till i do their quizzes. muahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like to suck on &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;especially &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;minty&lt;/span&gt; ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14539940-113463347891874411?l=somecallmegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/113463347891874411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/113463347891874411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/2005/12/gorgeous-mango-sale-woke-up-at-like.html' title=''/><author><name>izza</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14539940.post-113448714209179323</id><published>2005-12-13T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T07:19:02.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;HAD A WONDERFUL GIRLS' DAY OUT TODAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with my darlin' sisters; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;RAFIDA&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;LYNA&lt;/span&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOSH. it was sooo fun seriously! we left the house at around. er.. hmmm 11am i think? took bus 53 to pasir ris polyclinic cuz my sister had to get some referance for her eczema. then we went to Tampines Mall. went around for quite abit. OH YEAH! this is the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;FIRST&lt;/span&gt; time i went out but didn't spend my money on anything other than food! gosh. AMAZING MAN! whahahaha! was tempted to buy loads of stuff thou but nehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll tell you what my sisters bought thou. they spent like hundreds man! shan't go into detail cuz, wells, i'm lazy to type. muahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAFIDA;&lt;br /&gt;- she bought this really nice &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;BRAUN BUFFEL&lt;/span&gt; wallet for 79 freakin' bucks! and she still has money to put in it! whahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- she bought $101.20 worth of make-up. holy shit right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-she &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;WANTED&lt;/span&gt; to buy this suit but the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;DANO &lt;/span&gt;lady was so spastic lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- some other expensive expensive stuff that i probably wouldn't be able to affort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LYNA;&lt;br /&gt;- bought&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;many&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;many&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MANY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;clothes from U2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- and i have no idea what else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;had PIZZA for lunch!&lt;/span&gt; yumyum!!! haven't eaten it in months. wanted KFC too! but we were to full. i have a personal pan pizza , hawaiian lovers! and my sisters had some spaghetti and some macaroni. yup. went home. had &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;chockie woffles&lt;/span&gt; too! delish man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall end here.&lt;br /&gt;i want that adidas watch! if i make two purchases, they'll be $66.50 each instead of 90+++++ bucks.&lt;br /&gt;anyone wanna buy with me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14539940-113448714209179323?l=somecallmegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/113448714209179323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/113448714209179323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/2005/12/had-wonderful-girls-day-out-today-with.html' title=''/><author><name>izza</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14539940.post-113431236177736558</id><published>2005-12-11T22:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T06:38:48.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;OH-SO-HAPPAYE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/24/86/5716842/20563804357339l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many many things happened these past few days. on the 9th Dec, had class bbq. wore my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;orange&lt;/span&gt; beach pants and my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;white &lt;/span&gt;top. mdm gammar was there. played water balloons etc. shall not go into detail. the next day, was suppose to go to miss firhana's wedding but since nathalie wasn't goin in the end, i didn't go. was partially lazy. muahahaha! -.- anyhoos, ACTUALLY, my sister was to return from aussie on today and my brother, on the 15th Dec BUT BUT BUT.... my sister and dad didn't tell me and my mum that they were suppose to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;return together YESTERDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. WTF. it was so shocking! they kept it from us! especially ME! cuz they said i'd definitely tell my mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad SUDDENLY wanted to eat delifrance at the airport. and he wanted to bring the digi-cam. me and my mum got suspicious but we thought nothin more of it. the service at delifrance is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;horrendous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! my dad asked this malay guy, around sec 3 or sec 4, to clean the table. and he just took the dirty plates off without wiping it. and he was complaining in front of the customers. the food took more than 20min that we asked for our money back and left. we ended up buying BK. and when we sat near the arrival place, my sis started waving through the glass. she asked me to look at who she was waving to then i started screaming and running to my mum but she wouldn't believe me! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;i got so damn frustrated lah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. then when they came out of the gates,&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt; my mum got the shock of her life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my two sisters and my dad took the car home whilst me, my bro and me mummy took a city cab. was excited! my sis bought sooo many many thaangs(: i got a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-weight: bold;"&gt;roxy slingbag &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and two tops from jay jays; one says- &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;please don't feed the boys&lt;/span&gt;. and the other one says- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt; careful, ihad a bowl of BITCHY for breakfast&lt;/span&gt;. so cool! and they bought loads and loads of chocolate! like freddo! my all time fav(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall end here.oh-so-bored man. chattin with crystal and fuzzy. mwah mwah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14539940-113431236177736558?l=somecallmegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/113431236177736558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/113431236177736558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/2005/12/oh-so-happaye-many-many-things.html' title=''/><author><name>izza</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14539940.post-113405258703781994</id><published>2005-12-08T22:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T06:51:51.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I'M BACK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;PSL;Prefect Camp 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that is.&lt;br /&gt;it's F***IN LOADS OF FUN I SWEAR!&lt;br /&gt;camp lasted from &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;5th Dec-7th Dec&lt;/span&gt;. those were the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;best three days of my entire life&lt;/span&gt;. it's so fun i can't even describe how fun it is. valerie's stupid to have missed it. muahaha(: i'll TRY to remember everything that happened and post bout it. but there's just one word to describe it; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;AMAZING!&lt;/span&gt; seriously, and to have been able to spend it with my friends was just PRICELESS and a ONCE-IN-A-LIFETIME chance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/68/5908615/2063913121551l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 1;&lt;br /&gt;OMG my duffel bag was being a whore. it was bloody heavy i tell you. brought like tons of stuff. all of us met at school at aroung 7:30am. could hardly wake up cuz i wasn't used to it. met there then the prefects and PSLs split up and got into their on groups. at first, nathalie, ally and me were COINCIDENTALLY in the same group; seriously, it was like fated or somethin, BUT THEN, berlyn HAD to split us up so my group consisted of; preeti, may yin, intan and...me! so we had to come up with a group cheer and name. so we named ourselves; power rangers! and our cheer was to the tune of the powerpuff girls theme song;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;fighting crime, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;trying to save the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;here we come just in time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;the power rangers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;GO GO! POWER RANGERS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wakakakaka(: it was HILARIOUS MAN! then in the end it wasn't of any use lah. we gathered together and gisella taught us and the juniors the claps. we were familiar with most of them but it was mostly for the juniors lah. THEN, my favourite-est clap!; the PSL clap!;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;*shouts* ONE PSL CLAP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;everyone; claps, forms P-S-L! funfun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoo!!!!yeah shitloads of fun man. then we met up for lunch. the prefects and psls! yup. hmmm. what happened ah. can't really remember. except that it was FUNFUN! muahaha(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the food was well, okok only ah. yup. then we played AMAZING RACE. i was at the chapel station. the funniest part was when every group had collected the 14 letters and were trying to solve it and find nathalie! so much trouble to find ONE LIL girl. muahahaha! then we had dinner and yeah, the prefects had their trust walk so the PSLs were left to do practically ANYTHING! we showered; me, ally and nathalie and some seniors including priscilla. the showering in the same toilet was damn damn funny. it was so darn fun man! and the best part was that throughout the camp, the teachers were BARELY there! gisella, preeti, berlyn, hazel, trishal and some others did the catwalk with some music. me and nathalie were laughing like shit lah! gisella was the funniest. the SLUT WALK! HAHAHAHA(:&lt;br /&gt;the sec 1 PSLs were tellin ghost stories. damn funny!&lt;br /&gt;then, the prefects came back and showered, and the sec 2 PSLs and prefects took photos together and me, ally, pris, nat and kathy took loads of great photos too!. went to sleep. borrowed eunice's sleeping bag and nathalie was so damn irritating lah! wanted to use it too and throughout the night kept stealing it away. woke up and crystal was like LAUGHING AND LAUGHING. gosh. oh yeah! all and nat made a cheer for crystal's group. damn funny! ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SIX PLUS ONE EQUALS SEVENNN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;EIGHT MINUS ONE EQUALS SEVENNN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEVEN TIMES ONE EQUALS SEVENNN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;S-E-V-E-N.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEVENNN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah! watched abit of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tuesdays with morrie&lt;/span&gt; but ma and nat headed back to gym cuz we were sleeepy.&lt;br /&gt;damn funny lah. then woke up at like one plus and saw that cheryl lek was awake so i asked her if she was sleep ing then she was like, can't you see it feels like antarctica? then we both started laughing like crap after i told her how nat kept stealing the blanket away. fell asleep and woke up after everyone was so noisy the next morn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 2;&lt;br /&gt;woke up and erm, sorry. forgot what happened. *registering...* oh yeah. went to macs for breakfast. me, cheryl lek, ally and nat sat together. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;OMG! WE LAUGHED AND LAUGHED AND&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;LAUGHED TILL WE ALL HAD STOMACHACHES!&lt;/span&gt; cheryl was friggin funny! nathalie was damn blur and we were just laughing lah. had hotcakes with sausage. there was one part, someone asked nat for pepper for eggs and nat was like, " oh i don't have anymore. you want salt? it tastes like pepper" WTF. me and cheryl burst out laughing and all was like, if they taste the same why are they packed differently?? then nat was like, " really. they taste the same only one is saltier." we told her that there was this invisible billboard that says; STUPID! floating above her head that points right down at her. hahaha! then we walked back to skool. watched the sisterhood of the traveling pants; before that met gabrina. she came back at last! yeah(: the movie was so sad, me and all started crying. preeti and ailin were like omigosh, are yawl ok?&lt;br /&gt;haha. the prefects met up with the other prefects from other schools and the PSL s headed to east coast for some activities. we &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;TRIED&lt;/span&gt; playing volleyball but we sucked lah. then we played captain's ball. in the end it was the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;red &lt;/span&gt;rhinos against the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; rhinos. haha. then we had our skit to perform. my group; me, ally, cheryl lek, meijing, chelsea, and melissa had to performed a musical and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;our group won!&lt;/span&gt; whooooo!!! it was damn funny lars. we basically chilled there lots lah. then we watched as some of them were blind-folded and played dog and bone on the beach on these plastic mats with like &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;bbq sauce&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;chilli sauce&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;mayo&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ketchup&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;sand &lt;/span&gt;plus &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;water!&lt;/span&gt; it was disgusting man. ally was one of them! gosh. GROSS. then we took photos at the beach; me, gabrina, nat and ally. we played it the water for awhile. then me, ally, and gabz went to buy drinks and we ate our dinner by th beach. while we were heading back, i saw quanyan; val's sis then she told me val was inside then we started shouting for her. she was so embarrassed! she had like a fake blue and yellow braid tied to her hair and loads of blingblings. she looked like an AH LIAN lah. then we went back to skool. we played &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;water bomb&lt;/span&gt; on the uppest level! we were likw shushing each other cuz the prefects were in the hall. the prefects can't sing for nuts lah. muahahaha! we played water bomb. me and gabz held heda and marissa captive and they were happily chatting bout disposable panties! hahaha(: then we stopped and flooded the area near the toilet. and we were like sliding across the floor. that was loads of fun! then we cleared up, bathed and wrote fuzzys in the hall till like 2 am, the prefects joined in. it was fun! me, all, nat, cheryl lek, ting xin, priscilla, crystal, andrea tjoe, and victoria were talking taling talking. then we were shooed in and everyone was asleep. me, ally, nat, cheryl, and gabz were makin so much noise. me and nat started talkin on our own and my sleepin bag was inflating. then we were laughing so much that we fell asleep. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 3;&lt;br /&gt;someone woke all of us up when she gong-ed the gong! so irritating. we washed up and had breakfast. then we had a lecture from mrs sim and mdm raudah and they told us that we were the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;student leadership board in 2006&lt;/span&gt; together with sports leaders, CCA leaders and class committees and in 2007, there's not gonna be prefects and PSLs but a student council! how saddd. then the PSLs went for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;trust walk&lt;/span&gt;. we were hit with water ballons, water, flour, paint but the end was fun! we slided down the slope while being sprayed with water! yup. me, ally and pris went to shower and i headed home(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14539940-113405258703781994?l=somecallmegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/113405258703781994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/113405258703781994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-back-from-pslprefect-camp-2005-that.html' title=''/><author><name>izza</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14539940.post-113368521341635296</id><published>2005-12-04T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T00:33:33.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I GOT MY NEW NUMBER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will literally squeeze the guts out of whoever who gives my number to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ANYONE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really happy(: got my new number yesterday. and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;my sister got her new phone&lt;/span&gt;; SGH-E760. she's one hell of a techno geek. was teaching her how to activate the bluetooth and use it and all and she constantly asked me if i was sure that it was free. like d'oh right. excuse her. she's turning 20 and old people tend to lag in the advancement of technology. anyhoos,&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; tomorrow's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;the PSL and prefect camp!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will miss the last episode of that 7pm cina show on channel 8. oh wells, i'll just ask my sister what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;need to be in skool by 6:30am tmr.&lt;/span&gt; wth right. friggin early! gotta pack tonight. so lazy thou. haven't had a camp in ages. and there's still sec 3 camp next year. cheryl lek asked me if i could bring &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;spongebob&lt;/span&gt; boxers but i don't have any. lol(x saw them at far east but didn't have money. so yeah, for PJs i decided to bring my brigitte pants with my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;candy pink&lt;/span&gt; op top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for my sister to come back! wanna go shoppin with her(: she told me of all the stuff she bought me. sounds awesome! yup. just one week more. this is one hell of a busy week. monday to wednesday; camp.  thursday; free. friday; class bbq. saturday; miss firhana's wedding. die. what to get her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. won't be posting much this week cuz of my busy schedule. haha. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUSY BUSY GIRL.&lt;/span&gt; well, i messaged most of y'all my new number. if you didn't get my msg or u want my number, call me k. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT PLEASE PLEASE DON'T GIVE MY NUMBER TO ANYONE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;thanks(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall end here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14539940-113368521341635296?l=somecallmegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/113368521341635296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/113368521341635296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-got-my-new-number-i-will-literally.html' title=''/><author><name>izza</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14539940.post-113353113796428876</id><published>2005-12-02T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T05:51:02.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>did nothing much today. around 4:30pm, went over to celeste's to get some photos and neoprints scanned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;THANKS SO MUCH CELESTE(: LOVE YA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't believe loretta lost the neoprints we took! they were like one of the best ones i've taken. oh wells, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;things happen for a reason&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are the some of the neoprints loretta and me[izza] took two days ago(: ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/68/5908615/20169003559250l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/68/5908615/20168963356296l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one's cute(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/51/68/5908615/20168837639361l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loretta's damn cute lah. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all. nothin' much to say. oh yeah. gettin my new number tomorrow! so excited. really appreciate it&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; if no one told anyone my new number&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. especially &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;people i don't know&lt;/span&gt; cuz my current number has been gettin prank messages and calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love y'all. mwah mwah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14539940-113353113796428876?l=somecallmegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/113353113796428876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/113353113796428876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/2005/12/did-nothing-much-today.html' title=''/><author><name>izza</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14539940.post-113336371406118432</id><published>2005-11-30T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T07:15:14.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you're lookin' at izza's new blog!&lt;br /&gt;nice right? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;RIGHT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was bored of the old template so decided to change.&lt;br /&gt;ok, shall talk about &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;TODAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was extremely happy today cuz i was finally allowed out(:&lt;br /&gt;not exactly out but for a group discussion.&lt;br /&gt;only thing was that only me and loretta turned up cuz sherrie was not allowed out at last min.&lt;br /&gt;oh wells, let's talk about today!(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;TODAY;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at like 10:45am&lt;br /&gt;then took a shower and got changed. ate breakfast and dried my hair.&lt;br /&gt;WHILE..watching 'All That'. that's one funny show.&lt;br /&gt;then, i tied up my pony tail and took a bus to pasir ris interchange and then a train to TM.&lt;br /&gt;i was the early one as usual so waited for loretta for a tad.&lt;br /&gt;she reached and we walked around for quite a bit. saw this &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;army print&lt;/span&gt; belt i wanted and a patrick soft toy key ring which was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;adorable&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;bought a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;white &lt;/span&gt;tank top from giordano and i wanted the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt;ish &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; crop top from giordano but after three outlets not havin it, i bought the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;fusion coral&lt;/span&gt; one which is kinda candy floss orange.&lt;br /&gt;can't believe i spent 33 bucks lah.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, we took neoprints! they turned out great(:&lt;br /&gt;then went to BK to eat.&lt;br /&gt;chatted, discussed then we left. there was this mat who kept staring and when i looked at him back, he'll look outside. what an arse.&lt;br /&gt;anyhoos, we walked around, then loretta decided to come to my house but we bought &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;choco&lt;/span&gt; waffles before that.&lt;br /&gt;we basically did...NOTHING. lol(x&lt;br /&gt;gave loretta this &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;chocolate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;cheese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; my mum bought and she liked it. lol&lt;br /&gt;it's like brown colored cheese. funky! oh ya!&lt;br /&gt;loretta got pissed cuz i kept sayin 'funkaye!'&lt;br /&gt;haha. then she stayed till like 6pm then i sent her to the bus stop to go home. yep. was a tiring day man. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;gettin my new phone line this saturday!&lt;/span&gt; whee(;&lt;br /&gt;can't wait. my sis is gettin that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;hot pink motorola razr&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;yup. shall end here. see y'all. tooodles(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14539940-113336371406118432?l=somecallmegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/113336371406118432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/113336371406118432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/2005/11/youre-lookin-at-izzas-new-blog-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>izza</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14539940.post-113318455049798821</id><published>2005-11-28T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T05:29:10.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;so i decided to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;excited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the PSL sleepover! minus the prefects, i'm sure it'll be a blast!(: can't wait. so excited. it's on the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;5th, 6th and 7th of december&lt;/span&gt;. less than a week left((: too bad val's only comin back on the afternoon of the 5th. but at least she can come. kim's going! that's cool. and hopefully, nathalie and ally can come too. wanna bring my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;ch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;ec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;ke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; PJ bottoms. AH! just can't wait man!&lt;br /&gt;then ThEN THEN! there's &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;miss firhana's wedding&lt;/span&gt;! yeah(: can't wait for that tooo. but i'm not sure what to get her..oh wells..&lt;br /&gt;THEN*drumrolls*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;MY SISTER WILL BE BACK FROM AUSSIE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's not the best part. one week after, my brother's comin back too! kewlness! and i'll get new stuff(: haha. that's the BESTEST part of all! i'm a narcissist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i get bored of things easily so i shall end here aight. toodles to all and wan chun please PLEASE come for the PSL sleepover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;boo&lt;/span&gt; for not being able to go for the PSL outing tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shake that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thaang&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14539940-113318455049798821?l=somecallmegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/113318455049798821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/113318455049798821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>izza</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14539940.post-113309979298980102</id><published>2005-11-27T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T05:56:33.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;the hols is a truckload of whores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven't achieved much in the hols cuz i'm grounded due to my results. yeah. but i got into the class i wanted which is fine with me lah. damn pissed off this hols but there are other times that overcame all that. had a bbq at home today. the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;oil splats&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ike nobody's business&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spilled &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;steak sauce&lt;/span&gt; all over me. but it was freakin loads of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bought like tons of things lah. haha. got &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;ashlee simpson's new cd&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I AM ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. yeah, and that mtv staying alive condom pouch or smth. haha. wait no. its a coin purse with this cute secret compartment that can store condoms. cute. went guardian then saw some condoms. wanted to get one to make that compartment useful. but..er no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. have 15 minutes left. so i shall&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; chop chop&lt;/span&gt;. asked my sister in aussie to get me this gorgeous roxy handbag and top but she couldn't find the handbag but she found someth better. so yeah. asked for many many slogan tops too. the last time she bought me one is too small now. but it rocks truck loads.&lt;br /&gt;wanna go shoppin so bad. yeah! got pay from workin at my aunt's shop. suppose to work tmr too but too &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;LAZY&lt;/span&gt;. haha. wanna get that nice black white and green billabong hand bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. what else to say. hold on. gotta entertain rahim. he's bored. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;BACK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was a quick one. yep. can't wait to go out shoppin for my slingbag. lookin forward to sec 3 next year. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;sec 3 will be a drag&lt;/span&gt;. sigh. oh wells..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got my new closet ready. it rocks. mum bought for me these cutee &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;eeyore &lt;/span&gt;hooks which i picked out to hang my belts, sashes, and other tie-around-the-hip stuff. gave one to my sis cuz her fugly ah ma ones broke. haha. yeah. gettin my super single bed shifted in soon. and my mum told me i could get that hot &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;princess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; bolster at simei. hope i can get it asap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RAHIM. DON'T SURF PORNO. I'LL BE THERE IN A SEC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hold on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm. i think &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;logan from zoey 101 is friggin HOT&lt;/span&gt;. haha ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whilst workin at holland v. checked out some of the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;hot UWC hunks&lt;/span&gt; there. there was this cute curly haired one and this hot daniel radcliffe lookalike. pictured making out with them. ok haha g-r-o-s-s.&lt;br /&gt;not really. they're &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;sizzlin' HOT&lt;/span&gt;. i swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok lah. my fingers are like frozen metal french fries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;i dare you to buy a condom with your mum.(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;tooodles honeys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14539940-113309979298980102?l=somecallmegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/113309979298980102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/113309979298980102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/2005/11/hols-is-truckload-of-whores.html' title=''/><author><name>izza</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14539940.post-113257928704968328</id><published>2005-11-21T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T05:21:27.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;disney.com has some really good games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14539940-113257928704968328?l=somecallmegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/113257928704968328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/113257928704968328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/2005/11/disney.html' title=''/><author><name>izza</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14539940.post-113206540498979803</id><published>2005-11-15T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T06:39:02.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;URGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so freakin pissed today! so many &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;idiotic &lt;/span&gt;things happened. can't be bothered anymore lah. so damn...UH! so shitty man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;three&lt;/span&gt; freakin things that happened today;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[.] was suppose to meet all the TA5 girls today for a small gathering but ally &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAD&lt;/span&gt; to wake me up and remind me that we had PSL training shit today. wanted to skip it but my mum forced me to go cuz she didn't want to write a letter for me. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;URGH.&lt;/span&gt; so i got up and got dressed and headed for skool. on account for that, it started&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; raining &lt;/span&gt;so i entered the class &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;LATE AND WET&lt;/span&gt;. and to top that ms debra scully kept picking on me and my group. URGHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[.] called one of my good friends today. then started talkin bout one of my besties. she told me all of the mean things she said behind my back and that she thought i was to clingy. WTF MAN! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;mean we're BEST FRIENDS. if you hate me, just tell it to my face right!? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;WTF. I MEAN COME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ON LAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[.] planned to go out tmr for val's bday outing and i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;DID&lt;/span&gt; tell my mum like a MILLION years before that but knowing her she totally forgets and misinterprates it and because i so called told my dad at last min, i cant go. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;WTF CAN. URGH!!! then now, BOTH of them won't let me go out for like EVER! so pissin' offf! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry if i pissed anyone off today. was&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; damn bloody pissed ah&lt;/span&gt;. sigh..&lt;br /&gt;shall end here. toodles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vent all the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;anger &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best friends are your&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt; worst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;enemies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14539940-113206540498979803?l=somecallmegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/feeds/113206540498979803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14539940&amp;postID=113206540498979803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/113206540498979803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/113206540498979803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/2005/11/urgh.html' title=''/><author><name>izza</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-14539940.post-113189726497972579</id><published>2005-11-13T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T07:54:24.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>fad says:&lt;br /&gt;next wk is tmr right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;animal porn. says:&lt;br /&gt;ok fine next next&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fad says:&lt;br /&gt;eh ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fad says:&lt;br /&gt;ok haha mon to wed im not free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fad says:&lt;br /&gt;19th not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;animal porn. says:&lt;br /&gt;i mean the week after tmr's week which would make it next next week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;animal porn. says:&lt;br /&gt;19th i also cant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fad says:&lt;br /&gt;oh ! guides camp babe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;blur&lt;/span&gt; of each other we &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;survived&lt;/span&gt; through for the past *counts* &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;5+ years&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and still &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;counting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14539940-113189726497972579?l=somecallmegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/113189726497972579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/113189726497972579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/2005/11/fad-says-next-wk-is-tmr-right-animal.html' title=''/><author><name>izza</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14539940.post-113189196142069861</id><published>2005-11-13T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T06:26:01.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've become one of those &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;lian&lt;/span&gt; bloggers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decided to post since.. i'm &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;bored&lt;/span&gt;. i'm &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;BORED&lt;/span&gt;. and.. I'M &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;bored&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;was a pretty short day today considering the fact that i was asleep for like 3quarts of the day.&lt;br /&gt;my parents woke me and my sister up like freakin early in the morn to help out;&lt;br /&gt;my dad's colleagues were coming over for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;lunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;came and came and came&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i think he's whole company came.&lt;br /&gt;then i just sat in my parent's room and watched some dvds cuz i was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;dead bored&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;; watched &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Mean Girls&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;White Chicks &lt;/span&gt;with my darlin' sister &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;LYN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;AAA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;AA&lt;/span&gt;. hhaa&lt;br /&gt;then they went home and &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt; of us fell asleep which was like about 5 or 6 plus.&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 8:30pm so i had skipped dinner. my sis only woke up at 9:30pm so i'm better off(:&lt;br /&gt;then realised my mum's friends were over so went out just to say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hi&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and now there are some unknown people here.&lt;br /&gt;they &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;looked familiar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they started commenting on how big i was and how small i was when they saw me when i was in K1.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm like thinkin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;; who the hell are they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. i don't know half of my relatives and i expect to know them.&lt;br /&gt;'d be surprised if they were my relatives. haha(:&lt;br /&gt;doubt so. shall toodle-deee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;final&lt;/span&gt; episode of the best reality series &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;EV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;ER&lt;/span&gt; tonight; 10-11pm&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;the apprentice(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14539940-113189196142069861?l=somecallmegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/113189196142069861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/113189196142069861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/2005/11/ive-become-one-of-those-lian-bloggers.html' title=''/><author><name>izza</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14539940.post-113179024150705724</id><published>2005-11-12T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T02:10:41.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whee..feelin' really &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;gay&lt;/span&gt; today!(:&lt;br /&gt;know why?&lt;br /&gt;cos....................&lt;br /&gt;we had our &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;shimm&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;er&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt; &amp; d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;angle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; party today! was a success. in the end, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;nathalie, cheryl, rachel,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;valerie, and sherrie&lt;/span&gt; turned up and we walked a long long way to get to my housee. yepppp(x&lt;br /&gt;everyone stuck to the theme and wore everythin &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;shimmery and dangly&lt;/span&gt;!!! was great. we all looked so &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;glam&lt;/span&gt;(: reached my house and we all started eating raya cakes(: val ate alot ey? hahaa. and cheryl's beside me now so shan't say anythin. hahaha:D oh. we then ate lunch and all of them went crazy cuz they all wanted the rendang damn bad! ahaha. hilarious(x then we ate lunch and my sister's frens came and created a racket. haha. there was SO much noise in the house and we watched shows like &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Lizzie McGuire and Girls In&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;. haha. we hogged the tv cuz my sister's friends wanted to watch E! Entertainment but whatever..ahaha. yup. ate then we sent valerie, sherrie and rachel off and me, cheryl and nathalie went back with me. then my relatives came and they started '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;salam-ing&lt;/span&gt;' nathalie cuz they thot she was malay. damn funny la cuz she looked friggin shocked. hahaha. and more of my relatives came. nathalie went back and cheryl's still here. haha. was a fun day except for the parts the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;mats&lt;/span&gt; looked at us. right cheryl? yeah. shall end here. hope we have one of these days again((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whee. lick a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;lemon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14539940-113179024150705724?l=somecallmegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/113179024150705724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/113179024150705724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/2005/11/whee.html' title=''/><author><name>izza</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14539940.post-113171564268905782</id><published>2005-11-11T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T05:27:22.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bored lah. Rahim, you should know. cos you're bored to. go get your fat arse up and create a blog! haha. for all those wondering what the hell i'm saying. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;RAHIM DOESN'T CREATE BLOGS COS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;THEY'RE USELESS&lt;/span&gt;. wth man. haha. that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sensitive&lt;/span&gt; guy. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;touchyyy&lt;/span&gt;:'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;freakin italics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink is gay ey rahim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14539940-113171564268905782?l=somecallmegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/113171564268905782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/113171564268905782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/2005/11/bored-lah_11.html' title=''/><author><name>izza</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14539940.post-113162583497956282</id><published>2005-11-10T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T04:30:34.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>decided to blog. this is uber rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last time i blogged was. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;yesterday&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;but that wasn't exactly a post. ohwells,&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for this saturday!!! whoo.. invited some of my cina friends over to my house for hari raya. val and sherz wants to wear the baju kurung. (x so far these are those who are coming;&lt;br /&gt;valerie&lt;br /&gt;sherrie&lt;br /&gt;nathalie&lt;br /&gt;cheryl ng&lt;br /&gt;and these are the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;lemons&lt;/span&gt; who couldn't be contacted;&lt;br /&gt;pearlene&lt;br /&gt;rachael&lt;br /&gt;rachel&lt;br /&gt;wan chun&lt;br /&gt;teehee..went &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;kcp after the theatre works workshop today&lt;/span&gt;. ate &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;cheesey&lt;/span&gt; prata! was gorgeous so i ordered another one which i shared with val who is a friggin &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;greedy pig&lt;/span&gt;. haha! but it was small. it was teeny. so teeny i felt i ate nothin at all. after that the bahhbooniies accompanied me to tampines where i bought a pair of these &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;dangly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; earrings&lt;/span&gt;. wanted to go to TM with em but was tired and wanted to head home so they went there themselves. stained my skirt yet another time. haha. i'm a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;skirt-staining queeen&lt;/span&gt;. hehheh(x tmr's TA5'02 gathering was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;cancelled&lt;/span&gt; so it's next tues but i'm not sure if i can go cuz of last minute drama crap. sigh..&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;moo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;ddd swi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;iinngs&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;WAH. i wrote quite alot already ah. ok lor. toodles to all(x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14539940-113162583497956282?l=somecallmegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/113162583497956282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/113162583497956282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/2005/11/decided-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>izza</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14539940.post-113154747689358253</id><published>2005-11-09T22:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T06:44:36.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mrs wee taught me what &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;block&lt;/span&gt; letters were. i ought to be grateful for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go lick a lemon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14539940-113154747689358253?l=somecallmegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/113154747689358253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/113154747689358253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/2005/11/mrs-wee-taught-me-what-block-letters.html' title=''/><author><name>izza</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14539940.post-112607406922082288</id><published>2005-09-07T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T23:21:09.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>teachers day!!!</title><content type='html'>cool. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;teacher's day was a blast&lt;/span&gt; this year and i'm so sorry i blogged real late but yea..&lt;br /&gt;here are several pics taken this year. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;our last year as a class!&lt;/span&gt; X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v212/punkd_dudette/fotos--/mdmgammarandCLASStwofive.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovable &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;twofivers&lt;/span&gt;!!whooyea. we rock loads! will miss y'all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v212/punkd_dudette/fotos--/thecliquee.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mdm gammar! we lovee ya! and the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;drama mamas&lt;/span&gt;..whoot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v212/punkd_dudette/fotos--/bimbocheer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha! this was hilarious!! the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;bimbo club&lt;/span&gt; performed for every teacher so that we won't have lessons! omigosh..XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v212/punkd_dudette/fotos--/messyclass.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; the state our class was in after everythin! haha. can spot me?? oops! i'm using my hand fone.caught &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;red handed&lt;/span&gt;-.-hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v212/punkd_dudette/fotos--/mdmgammarandUS.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sooo act cute man! haha. mdm gammar and WE rock!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;a trip to tampines mall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after teacher's day celebrations, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;me,val and sherz&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;headed to tampines mall to take neoprints! WRONG time. cuz every singaporean was there.haha! so we went to long john's for a quick bite but i only stole their fries!XD then saw my cousin and me, val and sherz went to take neoprints!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v212/punkd_dudettes/fotos--/rainbowneoprintties.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay! we rock! haha..some didnt turn out so &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt;.yepp..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall end here peeps. love y'all! muackz**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14539940-112607406922082288?l=somecallmegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/feeds/112607406922082288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14539940&amp;postID=112607406922082288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/112607406922082288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/112607406922082288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/2005/09/teachers-day.html' title='teachers day!!!'/><author><name>izza</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-14539940.post-112228197909335971</id><published>2005-07-25T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T02:13:39.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>reunited after three long years!</title><content type='html'>i'm so darn happy! you know why?? cuz my bestie and my first friend whom i met when i came to kcp has come back from canada! and i met her along with zi wei, julia, meilin, rachel and sherrie at tampines mall! so great to see her..and it was sweet of sherrie and rachel to come though they didn't have a clue who she was!!heh.((=yep.oppsie..forgot to mention her name. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;ZI JIA&lt;/span&gt;. i'm sure some of the kcp girls should know right??and the best part!! she lives near me at her gran's place so we can hang out! like REALLY REALLY near(= must hang out before she goes back to canada on sept 1st and doesnt come back for the next three years! heh. and we were so small last time! while eating lunch we reminisced the moments we spent together.it was really sweet and&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; a PERFECT reunion&lt;/span&gt;.we are SO grown up now.went thru everything together!and she hasnt changed one bit except for her accent;) saw this &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;cute caucasian guy&lt;/span&gt; and we were giggling away!heh. we took neoprints too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://sexysince91.blogs.friendster.com/photos/mysexyass/we_rockers2-thumb.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a friendship waiting to be renewed(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://sexysince91.blogs.friendster.com/photos/mysexyass/we_rockers3-thumb.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; there for each other..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://sexysince91.blogs.friendster.com/photos/mysexyass/we_rockers5-thumb.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though far apart, we'll always be close in each other's hearts((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://sexysince91.blogs.friendster.com/photos/mysexyass/we_rockers4-thumb.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we will be friends &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;till the sun looses its shine&lt;/span&gt;. we'll be friends &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;till the end of time&lt;/span&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://sexysince91.blogs.friendster.com/photos/mysexyass/we_rockers1-thumb.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friendships like this are &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;destined to last forever&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had a great time and i'm looking forward to meeting zi jia again! to go shopping and mostly just hanging out and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;catching up on wat we missed out on these 3 years&lt;/span&gt;. soon a month will past and she'll be back in canada and hopefully we'll meet again after another 3 years. it's and bitter sweet&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; friendship that has lasted 8 years&lt;/span&gt; and is still goin strong! i love my dear zi jia! she rocks the world.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;besties foreva!&lt;/span&gt;=))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14539940-112228197909335971?l=somecallmegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/feeds/112228197909335971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14539940&amp;postID=112228197909335971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/112228197909335971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/112228197909335971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/2005/07/reunited-after-three-long-years.html' title='reunited after three long years!'/><author><name>izza</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-14539940.post-112150941276797369</id><published>2005-07-16T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T03:24:21.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new rockerr blog!</title><content type='html'>oh wow. guess wat? i created a blog! i deleted all my other blogs..but this is a special blog cuz i will only blog when i have pictures!=) yep..with streaming comin up and hell loads of drama activities..i only blog when i wish too=) shall end here..hope you guys like this blog=))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14539940-112150941276797369?l=somecallmegod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/feeds/112150941276797369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14539940&amp;postID=112150941276797369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/112150941276797369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14539940/posts/default/112150941276797369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somecallmegod.blogspot.com/2005/07/new-rockerr-blog.html' title='new rockerr blog!'/><author><name>izza</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>
