<?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-20856441</id><updated>2011-07-08T10:07:12.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sun Shines Through The Rain</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>103</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-594010887684586439</id><published>2010-08-06T00:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T00:26:43.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pfffffffft aaaaahhhhh</title><content type='html'>Eyes: OOOH OMG FUN THING!! I WANNA GO I NEED SOMEONE TO GO WITH!!&lt;br /&gt;Heart: Goooo ask ask go go go!! It'll be fun you'll love it! Hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;Brain: No Lisa, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brain wins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-594010887684586439?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/594010887684586439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=594010887684586439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/594010887684586439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/594010887684586439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2010/08/pfffffffft-aaaaahhhhh.html' title='Pfffffffft aaaaahhhhh'/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-248945785061147425</id><published>2010-08-01T05:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T05:17:23.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I question my abrupt changes in emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time I'm fine, but another I'm in distraught. What's wrong with me. This is making it really hard for me. I should just chain my heart up... Wait till I get a padlock. Wait till I build that wall; two times higher than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I need time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;Haha I just realised my time-zone setting was set to the wrong country... It's finally right now ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-248945785061147425?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/248945785061147425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=248945785061147425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/248945785061147425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/248945785061147425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-question-my-abrupt-changes-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-3128248682596301563</id><published>2010-07-31T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T21:47:41.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sorry...</title><content type='html'>Why does this always happen to me.&lt;br /&gt;The pain kicks in only after awhile, and it sucks. I think I'm okay at first, but after sometime everything just comes rolling in - the missing, the longing to talk to you, the feeling that I've lost you. I want you back but that'll be selfish. Very selfish. I have so many things I wanna do with you, and I know the first person I wanna tell something interesting to would be you. But I can't do it anymore. All I can do now is to stab myself and ask why didn't I treasure you when I had you.&lt;br /&gt;I've dealt with this before, and I can deal with it again. Study hard and enjoy life to the fullest ;) I'll be waiting for the day that you'll come back to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-3128248682596301563?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/3128248682596301563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=3128248682596301563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/3128248682596301563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/3128248682596301563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-sorry.html' title='I&apos;m sorry...'/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-2758201439179727636</id><published>2010-07-27T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T19:19:44.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I never used to have this feeling.</title><content type='html'>I feel like I'm immersed in deep shit most of the time. Alright, all the time. For some awkward reason out there, I refuse to do work... When I do I skim through it, giving as much effort needed simply just to complete the assignment. I don't take pride in my work; I'm getting lazier by the day. Maybe my mom was right to scold me. To say those... stuff. Maybe my performance has deteriorated. Nowadays I get home, slack around on my mac, watch some tv, eat my dinner and subsequently, without fail, fall asleep on my couch. I don't mean to, but my brain shuts down without my consent. Then I get thrashed up by my mom afterwards. The feeling really sucks, I wanna go back to the old me. The hardworking me. I think this is mostly due to my change in attitude towards my studies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be able to kope with school work, despite the little setbacks here and there. But now it's just totally different. The jump from sec 2 to sec 3 is too great for me to handle. I'm not one who can handle stress/failure easily... I think I got greatly affected by my mid-term grades, even though I thought I've already mentally prepared myself in the December holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think that studies were important, that anything was possible as long as you try your best and work towards your goal. But now, my simple wish is to float by sec 3, then work my ass off in sec 4. I've lost interest in school, in my grades and I'm slowly falling behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I skipped school today. But I had my reasons I guess.&lt;br /&gt;1. STC camp over the weekend totally drained my energy and deprived me of the sleep I needed so badly. I'm guessing my sleep debt's over 20hours or something. (Yeah there's such thing as a sleep debt, go google it &gt;D)&lt;br /&gt;2. I've tons of work to finish, TONS of revision to do and most importantly my last PT (YES IT'S THE LAST WOOHOOOO) to complete... by next week.&lt;br /&gt;3. There's some emergency evacuation drill thing today from 9.30am to 3.30pm and hell no am I going through that... It's just crap waking up at 5.30am to run around aimlessly in school to run away from some fire that isn't even happening. Hahaha I know it's for the greater good, but I really have no more energy left. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite my attempt to finish my work in these hours that I supposedly should've had fire drill, I'm nothing near done. All I've done is go through 'Coordinate Geometry' and finish my maths assignment. Great, 1 job done, thousands more to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've realised this mac has NO GOOD TO ME NO GOOD NO GOOOOOOOOD!! It should perish from the surface of the Earth and burn in hellllll burnnnnn.... And so... I've told my mom that I would stay back in school on some days to finish my work before coming home. So as to prevent me from slouching on the (oh so comfortable) couch; facebooking; watching tv. And instead study in a conducive environment. I swear studying in school's 101 times better than studying in my living room (there's my TV right smack infront of me, my couch which possesses this magical force of gravity which draws only me to it, and stacks of blank paper for me to draw on) or my kitchen (the table's swarmed with my unfiled, unorganized worksheets, plus biscuits sweets foods ohso delicioussss foods scattered everywhere AND my fridge on my right... ouch ahhaaha. Though I must say the trip to the toilet is superr convenient ;D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps this is why my friend gets to score such high marks; she stays back almost everyday. Whenever I'm leaving I'll see her on her mac, but who knows what she does when she's alone &gt;D... AND SO I'M ACCOMPANYING HER YEAHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if she's not there then... Being alone in the classroom isn't a problem either. Solitude is awesome (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I'll stick to my superfragilisticexpialidocious idea up there ;D And hopefully catch up in class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH and one more thing, I've been really tired in class these few days and minimum information is being sucked in, so I'm aiming to sleep much earlier too. Latest 12am ;)&lt;br /&gt;And SOMEONEEE should do the same too. The golden period of rest is from 10pm to 2am! Remember! The golden perioddddd. And I know what you're thinking, no there's no such thing as the silver nor the bronze period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary thus far:&lt;br /&gt;1. Stay back in school to finish up undone work instead of slacking around at home doing absolutely... interesting stuff.&lt;br /&gt;2. Sleep at latest 12am so as to absorb valuable information during classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay sorry if I'm abit wols but I just realised sec 3 is actually a very important year :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise myself not to get too worked up/ stressed up/ affected by my failures (time and again). Like what I told my beloved Yuannie, "if you've worked very hard once but yet you fail, try again cause one day you're sure to succeed. Jiayou &lt;3!"&gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;頑張っています！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-2758201439179727636?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/2758201439179727636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=2758201439179727636' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/2758201439179727636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/2758201439179727636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-never-used-to-have-this-feeling.html' title='I never used to have this feeling.'/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-6741599289583643325</id><published>2010-07-21T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T17:11:37.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hai thar.</title><content type='html'>I know you'd think I've gone crazee but&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAaaAAAaAaaaaAAAAAaAAaaAAaaAAaAAAaaaAAAAaAAaAAaaAAAAAaAaaaAaaaaAAAAAAaa is there a caps lock here? &lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can do it.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, how bad can things get? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-6741599289583643325?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/6741599289583643325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=6741599289583643325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/6741599289583643325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/6741599289583643325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2010/07/hai-thar.html' title='Hai thar.'/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-7535078869011966897</id><published>2010-07-19T02:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T02:35:26.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Open it already.</title><content type='html'>I guess I can blame it all on stress.&lt;br /&gt;When I think I've so much to do, so much to cover, so many other things waiting for me, I hold strong and I fight till the end. I refuse to break down and let the feelings overflow. I refuse to unscrew that bottlecap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I let go of my duties/ priorities... I can feel it coming. Then I get scared and screw the bottlecap back on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will this vicious cycle ever end?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-7535078869011966897?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/7535078869011966897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=7535078869011966897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/7535078869011966897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/7535078869011966897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2010/07/open-it-already.html' title='Open it already.'/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-1246492648011467709</id><published>2010-07-19T01:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T02:08:45.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emo one here</title><content type='html'>Ahhh I haven't felt this way in... kinda long time. It's always this sinking feeling that stays with me, even my sleep-mood-resetter can't cure. It's where I've to fake a smile everywhere I go, but deep inside I'm dying and tearing up, into smithereens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the hundredth time, I don't wanna lose you. I don't want you to leave me. You're an awesome friend, I've grown attached to you, but it can't work out; that far. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's hard to wait, it's hard to wait and pretend that there's nothing at the same time. But if you can't do it then I really don't know what to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I get my feelings mixed up so easily. I'm sorry I've let you down. I'm sorry it has to come to this. Maybe telling you what I'm feeling or what I felt was a bad idea. If only we could, not talk so much, talk only when we're free or something. I'll gladly accept this wonderful friendship. But that's not the case and I'm positive this is going down a bad route... This isn't going well, and so I'm trying to change the route. Sadly it's a very wrong move and instead am pushing it down a route even worse than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please understand. But if you don't see it to be worth, then... all I've to say is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think you can handle it, if you think that you're ready for this, to maintain a simple friendship for 4years, please come talk to me. I'll be waiting for you.&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: Please don't control it. If you wanna talk to me, go ahead. My arms are open wide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I treasure the times we shared. Haha I really do. I hope you feel the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-1246492648011467709?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/1246492648011467709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=1246492648011467709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/1246492648011467709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/1246492648011467709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2010/07/emo-one-here.html' title='Emo one here'/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-6129040865801837218</id><published>2010-07-19T01:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T01:55:54.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HUNDREDTH POST</title><content type='html'>BOOKED LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-6129040865801837218?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/6129040865801837218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=6129040865801837218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/6129040865801837218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/6129040865801837218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2010/07/hundredth-post.html' title='HUNDREDTH POST'/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-291443225205183895</id><published>2010-07-17T18:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T22:04:23.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>99th post! Hohohoho</title><content type='html'>I know I'm plunging myself into deep shit. Getting deeper each day. But I can't get myself out; I can't bring myself to. I mean when I'm there, I think all's well and fine, I'm happy when I'm there. I'll think that all these talking and such would only last a moment, then I'll do my work, but it never happens. I get distracted so easily, my mind runs far away over the ocean over the deep blue sea, to you. A thousand miles away from my priorities as a student. But when I'm not, I just feel that this isn't gonna bring me any good... Everyday I wake up and think of all the work undone. I think of how far this is going and how it has to stop. Then so at that point in time you approach me, and all I do is to try to push you away. And then again, I'll hurt you. Truth be told I really don't know what to do. I can already feel myself sliding faster and faster away from my work and priorities, and I know this isn't good :/&lt;br /&gt;I just want it to pause and not go any further, but I don't know how to do it without hurting you, I still want you by my side but not... going that far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I don't know how it's like to like someone. Does liking someone mean not wanting him/her to disappear from your life? But at the same time feeling okay when he/she's not talking to you? Or sometimes even relieved so that you can do your work and throw away those rocks weighing you down? (Cause rocks get constantly thrown on me everyday, I used to deal with them well but now I'm under this avalanche; I wanna get out!!) Does liking someone mean to get distracted/ scared/ worried when he/she's almost out of your life and you'll just plunge in recklessly to salvage him/her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or are these just examples proving that I'm just liking the person, perhaps as a brother or a really really good friend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know, but I'm sticking with you being a brother. I don't wanna lose you, I just want you to treat me the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually think of you most of the time. I can't help it, I mean I don't know why. I wonder when you'll be back, and in the mean time I can do my work nicely. I'm not sad, neither am I hurt, I just want you back here with me. But the thing is, I can't picture myself with you... (yet?)&lt;br /&gt;Talking to you is like talking to someone I've known for quite long, maybe 2years or something, but hold and behold, I've only known you for 2 months. Though I can feel that our friendship will last longer than that, it's just fascinating how I feel this way :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking today's Sunday. Hais me and my screwed up body clock :( I feel as if I went to Singapore Quarry the day before haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;I LOVE MY IPOD TOUCH IT CAME ON THURSDAY, 15TH JULY 2010! &lt;3 &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flooding it with songs now. And mind you, they're all from albums. I'm a good law-abiding girl :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-291443225205183895?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/291443225205183895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=291443225205183895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/291443225205183895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/291443225205183895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2010/07/rockssss.html' title='99th post! Hohohoho'/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-2370052068974690579</id><published>2010-07-11T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T17:36:49.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hee</title><content type='html'>Ha I feel like this is close to a replica of someone's blog &gt;D But here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brain: It cannot be, it's impossible. I mean, 4 years? Nobody's ever gonna wait that long. Anybody who's ever gone 'I'll wait' has NEVER waited. So I've never wished/hoped that it would.&lt;br /&gt;Heart: Will it be possible? Lol cause I don't know... It COULD be possible.&lt;br /&gt;Brain: All I know is it shouldn't be thought of until university. Nothing should be. And I don't wanna wait for nothing either... 4 years is a long time, a long loooooooong time, many new things/ people will come into our lives. &lt;br /&gt;It's only been a month plus, things are still fragile, anything can change. I know that things are possible to change OVERNIGHT and boy was it freaky. So there's still that thick thick heavy-duty wall between me and anything to do with the matter of the heart (i built it 3 years ago ^^v), and I don't wanna fall into that HOLE again. Then get dumped in there forever and ever, till the day I finally wreck/ bruise/ cut/ disfigure my fingers/ feet/ limbs scraping against the walls of the hole and finally climb out. Now I've started life over, back to my old self, and I don't wanna get back in that hole of DEATHHHH. Been there done that, don't wanna do it ever again.&lt;br /&gt;Heart: But I never do want to lose you as a friend. I mean when I met you I felt like I've met you for longer than just a month. And it's weird...&lt;br /&gt;Brain: Thing is, I don't know how it feels like to like someone. Yeah I know that's weird but I DON'T KNOW :O I still have doubts about you. I can feel that you're making more and more advancements as days pass, and I'm getting scared over that. Plus, it isn't time. 4 years later is, I mean if it were to be 4 years later everything would be so different, but look at my first thought, up there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So conclusion:&lt;br /&gt;I'm staying stagnant and rejective. (this isn't word, right? hahaha) Just don't get mad at me... You still have the freedom to search the world for better fishes. Go go go I'm not worth it the wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-2370052068974690579?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/2370052068974690579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=2370052068974690579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/2370052068974690579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/2370052068974690579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2010/07/hee.html' title='Hee'/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-4765300972839366583</id><published>2010-07-11T04:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T04:39:41.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yawn</title><content type='html'>This would be my 97th post hehe. Wonder what I'll do with the 100th post. OHWELL it's not like I'll win anything for the 100th post, nothing's special about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna face reality. How nice it would be to just sleep and only wake up when you feel like it. How nice would it be if humans didn't need food to survive. There wouldn't be economic problems/ politics/ wtv shit. And most importantly, all the greatest, most stressed points of my life would've been over, and I wouldn't die from starvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;akdlfjadlk;fjaoifbkenafeioaguahlekajfae;f&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for that keyboard spam... I'm falling asleep every 5 seconds, getting irritated by myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always thought I was a good friend. But it seems that that isn't the case. Thinking about stuff, I've always been poking my nose into stuff and irritating the crap out of people. If someone I trust refuses to tell me something I'll just probe and probe and probe and probe and probe and probe and and probe and probe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously people will start disliking me and think I'm oversensitive. Lost quite a few friends like this already. But really I'm just curious and I care/ want to know you better. I respect that you don't wanna tell me stuff, but I can't assure you I won't get hurt hohoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT DON'T WORRY IF I'M ASKING FOR TOO MUCH I'LL BACK OFF, after awhile when I've knocked myself into senses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always had very high expectations for friends, I thought best friends tell each other everything about themselves, past and present, possibly future. No secrets no lies. But I guess I should step out of my fantasy life... now. Let reality hit me already. Bring it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Wait, it already did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-4765300972839366583?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/4765300972839366583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=4765300972839366583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/4765300972839366583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/4765300972839366583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2010/07/yawn.html' title='Yawn'/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-8110812819374383462</id><published>2010-07-09T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T20:07:30.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was... interesting. HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so exhaustedd~ Whoo can't wait till the end of week 5 ^_______^v&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-8110812819374383462?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/8110812819374383462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=8110812819374383462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/8110812819374383462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/8110812819374383462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2010/07/today-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-1974927273960967219</id><published>2010-07-09T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T01:22:49.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I suck... lollipops.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I really hate myself for my sucky self-confidence. Argh... Blame it on my primary school. Or rather blame it all on me for overloading on milo in my primary school days. Oh the chocolatey goodness yum.&lt;br /&gt;I've been insulted, poked fun at, humiliated and hurt. I tell myself I'm fine now but then it all goes tumbling back down into the drain when a little setback pops up in my way. I try to fight it down but it's not easy. Not after something happens to you. Like for example you missing the ball during a fun game of captain's ball, and some guy on your team (who you thought was a nice friend) goes "YOU SO FAT DON'T PLAY LA!". Yeah laugh all you want, cause I don't think it's funny. It's been I think 5-6 years since that happened and I think the scar should be protruding and ugly by now, after its been healed then ripped apart time and again over the last few years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna stop this nonsense. I try to find people to help me, to salvage this. But when I do, they leave and throw me right back down to earth. Or maybe even through the multi-layers of the earth's crust. Or maybe a mile away from the earth's centre. I think I'd have died there anyway cause you know how hot the centre of the Earth is but WHAT AM I TALKING ABOUT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit this low metabolism rate. Shit my diet plan in primary 6 which totally screwed up my growth. Shit this stupid 'confidence' of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm beautiful and I know it... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;nah... who am I kidding here?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TGIF!! ...which leads us closer to project deadlines :) Yippee how interesting!&lt;br /&gt;おやすみなさい。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.:日本語は楽しいですか。来週のテストはとても難しいと思いますよ :(　先生！助けてください！&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-1974927273960967219?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/1974927273960967219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=1974927273960967219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/1974927273960967219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/1974927273960967219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-suck-lollipops.html' title='I suck... lollipops.'/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-1021287646197623136</id><published>2010-07-08T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T21:02:31.985+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohno...</title><content type='html'>Looks like I can't keep my promise. I can't stop a quarrel, no matter how I try to, cause it takes that mutual feeling. And I don't know where that mutual feeling is. Everything I say or do pisses you off. Just tell me what to do... Please. I can't read your mind. &lt;br /&gt;Please stop doing this to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMEONE GET ME A MAP HERE &gt;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-1021287646197623136?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/1021287646197623136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=1021287646197623136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/1021287646197623136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/1021287646197623136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2010/07/ohno.html' title='Ohno...'/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-588605977669498860</id><published>2010-07-07T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T19:20:36.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoooooo~</title><content type='html'>I must say, this M16 course I just went to was the best course ever. &lt;br /&gt;1. It's darn short.&lt;br /&gt;2. It's actually a short walk away from the carpark but because we screwed the location up i think I just walked an extra 2.4km carrying my hell of a heavy bagload with my arms. Yeowch.&lt;br /&gt;3. It's actually not boring! I mean there was tons of hands on and I really like that gun &gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one more thing, I love my mood resetter. It works wonders! Haha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm exhausted but I've my transcript to edit. Sheesh, can I just bribe my sister with Fish&amp;Co. again? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-588605977669498860?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/588605977669498860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=588605977669498860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/588605977669498860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/588605977669498860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2010/07/whoooooo.html' title='Whoooooo~'/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-3985652597028084438</id><published>2010-07-07T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T02:05:02.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nooooo</title><content type='html'>All I want now is to pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And give it up already, things will never be the same as before. Things won't be alright. There won't be anybody there to listen to me. They're either too annoyed at me (cause when I feel terrible, I don't tell it, instead I try to compress it and it just comes out baaaaaad), or they're just sick of me. Things aren't so simple anymore. I don't have the time to sit down and talk anymore (like primary school days, oh man recesses were heaven) cause everybody's minds are filled with 'tuition later', 'test later', 'omgwtfbbq something's gonna happen'. I know I'm selfish but I would appreciate it if there was someone out there who would listen, and really listen. Cause whenever I'm getting to the ultimate point he/she will change topic/ get distracted etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wth am I saying, what do I even want? I don't even know what's going on. Pssh. Nevermind, I'll go for my daily mood reset later.. I think an hour later. Or more. And it's 1.02am now. Heeheeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yesterday's the past, tomorrow's the future, but today is a gift. That's why it's called the present.” -Bill Keane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just gotta treasure what I've now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey look, the cup's half full! *Gulps* ...Now it's empty. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I still have the time to blog hahahaah. I guess since no one's here for me, at least my blog is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of quarreling, I promise not to get into one again, cause all I'll do is to give in. If I get annoyed I'll slap myself/ bang my head against the wall if I have to, anything to stop myself from retaliating. It's better that way hee. (Sometimes I really get annoyed I can't help it either... But if you read one of my old old oldddd post, I once said that I'm the kind who flares up easily but cools down fast. Heh.) To hell with my pride, you're on the 'important to me' list now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swore never to think about anything relating to BGR stuff, and I'll keep to it. Ha but surprisingly as the days pass, the more I wanna see you. But wth, it's not like I'm able to. Maybe I'm just curious. Ha curiousity killed the cat. And trust me, it's nothing related to BGR thingy, though it sounds like it due to awkward sentence structures. My english reeks okay? :( I can't express myself properly in words too. It's like, some stuff I'm writing here aren't entirely true. I don't know. What. I. Want. Sheeeeeesh me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm stupid. It's like my brain can't progress chunks and chunks of paragraphs. After like 1 line I start to drift away... What do I do what do I do what do I do?! And how many 'I's have I used in this blog post? Ha plenty. Sucks I don't want another blog post like this. Go pour cold water on yourself or something lisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hurt me, allll the time. But rest assure, we both know it won't kill the friendship we have between us. I mean, what's a friendship without quarrels? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I hope nobody's faithful to my blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-3985652597028084438?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/3985652597028084438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=3985652597028084438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/3985652597028084438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/3985652597028084438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2010/07/nooooo.html' title='Nooooo'/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-3236111639304296205</id><published>2010-06-19T16:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T16:59:44.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding</title><content type='html'>Reminder to self:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="305"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uZmkIt1O8og&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uZmkIt1O8og&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="305"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want this to be played at my future wedding. HAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-3236111639304296205?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/3236111639304296205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=3236111639304296205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/3236111639304296205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/3236111639304296205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2010/06/wedding.html' title='Wedding'/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-8666890704733052740</id><published>2010-06-12T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T22:23:18.765+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I wonder, WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING IN RGS?!&lt;br /&gt;Argh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-8666890704733052740?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/8666890704733052740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=8666890704733052740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/8666890704733052740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/8666890704733052740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2010/06/sometimes-i-wonder-what-hell-am-i-doing.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-6159403793884997625</id><published>2010-03-01T19:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T19:47:16.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_krpszsW5251qzjxo5o1_500.png" height=260 width=380&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across this image 10seconds ago and it took me 30seconds to decipher the hidden sentence LOL. Anyway here's my point - is that really love? Hmm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway happy 1st March! Yay! A whole new month, a brand new start :D Exams are coming~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-6159403793884997625?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/6159403793884997625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=6159403793884997625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/6159403793884997625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/6159403793884997625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-came-across-this-image-10seconds-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-7075775549023060867</id><published>2010-02-10T18:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T19:03:42.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heyo, there has been looooots I wanted to blog about for the past few weeks, but didn't know how to place words down to it. Sorry for abandoning you, my poor blog, but Sec3 really is tedious T____T. I wonder what I'd be in Sec4... Things change and people change, issues change and prayers don't come true. Homework builds up by the day, and I swear the pile's like taller than me now. Haiya, considering the fact that I'm so short... Nevermind &gt;_&gt;". And then I've nowhere to hide but to build heavy-metal armour/ ammunition to face it. I guess that's fine, I get stronger every minute right! TEEHEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MACBOOKS FTW!! I feel the ultimate coolness when I use it in public school ground, where all the ex-onions go "OMG LISA!!" and I'll go "hee". But I'm starting to wonder, how the hell are the macbooks gonna aid us? o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekends? What is this foreign word that you speak of?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-7075775549023060867?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/7075775549023060867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=7075775549023060867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/7075775549023060867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/7075775549023060867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2010/02/heyo-there-has-been-looooots-i-wanted.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-5685570567167179532</id><published>2010-01-03T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T13:09:51.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I used to think that dreams were formed by crap our brains cook up when you're unconscious, or greatly influenced by what you saw/ encountered earlier that day. Like how we say "I'm gonna have nightmares tonight" after watching a horror movie. Only now do I believe in the phrase "a dream is a wish your heart makes". So now here's another phrase for you: "dreams never do come true". Haha cool I typed that with my sister's iTouch when I first woke up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-5685570567167179532?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/5685570567167179532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=5685570567167179532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/5685570567167179532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/5685570567167179532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-used-to-think-that-dreams-were-formed.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-7523433809759051010</id><published>2009-12-23T22:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T22:43:15.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f208/LisaKoh/mysterious.jpg" width=400 length=800&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha look at this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-7523433809759051010?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/7523433809759051010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=7523433809759051010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/7523433809759051010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/7523433809759051010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2009/12/quote-you-are-witnessing-mysterious.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-941506660461184070</id><published>2009-12-19T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T21:50:05.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When god gives you lemons, you eat them.</title><content type='html'>1...2...3 posts. I have deleted 3 full posts after typing them out. I think getting a blog was a really bad idea. It's public anyway, and I don't feel comfortable letting strangers read somethings personal to me. (I gained knowledge of this when I went blog surfing few days ago. Hahaha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love escape games! But 4/5 of the time I visit the walkthrough when I'm 1/2 way through the game. I get stuck easily &gt;_&gt; I played them till 3 in the morning few days ago. Yay~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.gv.com.sg/imagesresize/img7971.jpg" length=500 width=250&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd give this movie 4.5 stars! It's superbly awesome! The plot and such is amazing! I'd have never have thought of it. It's a must watch man. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeeeeeeah finally an outing! 201's planning an ice-skating outing on 28th December, and it'll be the first ever time I'll be ice-skating. Hope I return unscathed heh. &lt;br /&gt;Then there's SAP's interview on 29th December. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand ill-bred kids who think they're so cool when they diss you. If only their parents weren't there. Those parents should really teach them some manners that they lack. A whole lot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-941506660461184070?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/941506660461184070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=941506660461184070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/941506660461184070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/941506660461184070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2009/12/1.html' title='When god gives you lemons, you eat them.'/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-1831519879441783806</id><published>2009-12-17T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T01:24:06.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Imvu advertisements are everywhere! This reminds me, I downloaded it once out of total boredom. Then I found it laggy+lame and uninstalled it 5 minutes later. Nothing fun about it ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored.com is AWESOME!! It really adheres to the needs of bored people heehee. The game Causality is fun fun fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-1831519879441783806?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/1831519879441783806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=1831519879441783806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/1831519879441783806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/1831519879441783806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2009/12/imvu-advertisements-are-everywhere-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-591180830831075512</id><published>2009-12-17T00:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T01:18:43.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AHAHA I read my past (year 2007) blog posts and realised how pure and cute I was! Hey! I'm still pure and cute okay. No bimbo-ing intended &gt;_&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-591180830831075512?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/591180830831075512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=591180830831075512' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/591180830831075512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/591180830831075512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2009/12/ahaha-i-read-my-past-blog-posts-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-8852285479749871228</id><published>2009-11-30T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T00:50:57.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.collider.com/wp-content/image-base/Movies/T/Two_2012/posters/2012%20movie%20poster.jpg" width=400 length=850&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=21&gt;AWESOMEST&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=24&gt;MOVIE&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=26&gt;EVER&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-8852285479749871228?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/8852285479749871228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=8852285479749871228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/8852285479749871228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/8852285479749871228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2009/11/2012.html' title='2012'/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-7214790354198932979</id><published>2009-11-16T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T00:51:43.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dragonflies haunt me.</title><content type='html'>These 2 songs are both on my tabs. Love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lifehouse - You and Me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="319"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/23k2PYLfNF4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/23k2PYLfNF4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="319"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lifehouse - Whatever it takes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="319"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bnLebjdorvY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bnLebjdorvY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="319"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No special meaning in them. Perhaps they did before, but not anymore. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I GOT A HEART ATTACK NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received an sms from Miss Tan saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;We have a reporter comin down to WELL tomor during a teachers' seminar with other sch. The principal would like students to share and i tot your group would be a good choice. Could your group come from 2 to 5 to share your project? Pls bring your poster and your power point. I have a lap top&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/faint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Powerpoint powerpoint. Ramya's out of Singapore. She has the slides. &lt;br /&gt;2. Meet in school at 8am to do a run through and get the poster. &lt;br /&gt;3. Reporters?! What did you just say?!&lt;br /&gt;4. Another presentation? I had enough of presentations nooooo. They haunt meeee!&lt;br /&gt;5. Phew.. this event isn't formal. &lt;br /&gt;I will survive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-7214790354198932979?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/7214790354198932979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=7214790354198932979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/7214790354198932979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/7214790354198932979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2009/11/dragonflies-haunt-me.html' title='Dragonflies haunt me.'/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-4242300492152832464</id><published>2009-11-11T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T00:52:08.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm baaack! :D</title><content type='html'>Heyo! Sorry for the short hiatus I got there.. I guess I've got lesser to rant and lesser to emo about. My days are getting better you see. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme post some really random stuffs that happened the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My dragonflies team'09 won the gold award for presentation and commendation for poster at ISO held in Republic Polytechnic. During those 3 days of non-stop competition, I kept bothering my friend who studied there. Fun. (: And there were other fun stuff too.. [nudges yuannie]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. ACP is tomorrow and is our class ready for it? No! I think. The classroom looks really bare except for the trash bags and my drawn-on bonfire. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;"The guy and girl are both naked." Kay thanks for the info, I know that. I'm just too lazy to draw clothes for them.&lt;br /&gt;"The sun set looks like a rainbow." You so smart you come draw la! )&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I love wenting, seriously. She's hilarious! She drew a mosquito feeding on the guy's blood. I'm like rofl. Yeah I know, Hawaii probably has many mosquitoes there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. No Siyuan, I'm not accepting your proposal on Facebook. No matter how much you wanna get married to me, I'll never accept it. In your face! Wahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I remember I used to make little/big powder cubes/balls when I was young.. Hmm I really miss making them. It's amazing how water+powder can form a thick mushy sandy thingy that you can shape. Just like dough. I stopped doing it cause my mom said I was wasting powder.. ): But I really like making powder cubes! They fascinate me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Heyhey &lt;b&gt;omegle.com&lt;/b&gt; is cool! Though some people are really boring, like me, some are really cool. (: But I hate how they go "hi, asl". Despo much. I disconnect them, hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. School's coming to an end and everyone's going separate ways. ): Well, not very far away of course. We could still meet up during free blocks and stuff, but I'm sure things will not be the same no more.. D: Darn, I don't like making new friends cause I ain't good at it. Noo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. JLPT's about a month away. This is bad. Real bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Wow I'm at number 9 already? Cool! Adam Lambert's "Time for Miracles" is a really nice song. It comes from the movie 2012, and speaking of 2012, the "oh-the-world's-coming-to-an-end thing", I say it's bullshit. They said the world would end at year 2000 but, hello! I'm still here. Lol, choi choi. But nevertheless, I really wanna watch the movie 2012 and see what it'll supposedly be like. According to Jialin the movie geek, the mega structures would collapse and cause great catastrophes. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I've got to cut down on electricity bills. Sad. ): I wanna get a job but I'm only 14! Whyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Good luck to all O level + A level students out there! I know O level's already coming to an end so jiayou! All the best to my sister with her A levels! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope I don't go MIA again. Yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-4242300492152832464?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/4242300492152832464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=4242300492152832464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/4242300492152832464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/4242300492152832464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2009/11/heyo-sorry-for-short-hiatus-i-got-there.html' title='I&apos;m baaack! :D'/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-8716298362145035429</id><published>2009-10-31T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T16:45:54.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ICE CREAM!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Woots! Mango, Lemon/Lime, Mixed berries sorbet! All in 2 tubs! I'm gonna get fat ahha. But who cares, I'm already fat. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to those who're taking their O's and A's soon! Though O's already started. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Yay Xuannie received my card today! When i posted it 2 days ago (thursday). Jiayou Xuannie! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to my sister with her A's too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick! Nooo.. But I'm sure I'm getting better day by day :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's ranting time.&lt;br /&gt;[rant=start]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group mate A is getting on my nerves. Seriously. Excuses excuses excuses is all she can ever give. Her skin is so thick she elected herself as the group "leader", when she can never get the job right. She replaces the word "visits" with "visitations". Hellooooo, it's a presentation, that should be as summarized and simplified as possible. All she wants to do is to show off her "English" and "Vocabulary". Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept at 2am yesterday because I was trying to send my RS mentor a copy and paste email from 12am to 2am. I fell asleep every 10seconds. That was how bushed I was... And group mate A just keeps complaining and complaining. "I will send the email to NEA by today." Turned out, she only sent it a month+ later. "I tried to contact you yesterday and since I don't have the powerpoint slides I can't do anything." Did she try to contact me? No. Did she get the powerpoint slides from group mate B when she was contactable? No. And here she is blaming me for everything. "For your information I slept at 2am yesterday because I had to pack for my flight". Yala yalah, you very rich, everyday fly here fly there one right? Excuses excuses excuses. When are you going to fly? School is 2 weeks from ending, competition is 1 week away. Fly what fly. Bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;-Stuffs fist up her throat-&lt;br /&gt;This way she can both suffocate and shut up. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[/rant]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talent Vogue yesterday was fun! But I had to stone for 5hours in class yesterday while waiting for it to start. Lol, at least I had Chomby and Siyuan to accompany for the first 3hours :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;I scream, you scream, we scream for ICE CREAM! :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-8716298362145035429?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/8716298362145035429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=8716298362145035429' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/8716298362145035429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/8716298362145035429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2009/10/ice-cream.html' title='ICE CREAM!!!!!'/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-6033403345271705959</id><published>2009-10-29T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T23:23:47.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crap.</title><content type='html'>I thought post exams would be the best time of the year. But noo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Get scolded by teachers over RS repeatedly over and over and over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;2. SAP shit&lt;br /&gt;3. worries&lt;br /&gt;4. frustration at RS and the number of stuff and decisions I've to do/make.&lt;br /&gt;5. sadness - SAP vs CCA&lt;br /&gt;6. crap - Lots and lots of it.&lt;br /&gt;7. Angry at team mate for NOT KNOW WHAT MSN IS. Now our group has an enormous miscommunication problem.&lt;br /&gt;8. Sick&lt;br /&gt;9. Boredom - non-existent now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-6033403345271705959?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/6033403345271705959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=6033403345271705959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/6033403345271705959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/6033403345271705959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2009/10/crap.html' title='Crap.'/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-896913609777479606</id><published>2009-10-28T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T21:01:31.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sucks.</title><content type='html'>So my self expectations have always been surprisingly low. I was pretty contented with a 3.43 gpa but when I found out the number of people who scored 3.5&lt;, all I could think of was "I suck". I promise myself I'll work much harder next year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SAP. Again. I received a slip in the morning saying "SAP for sec 3s next year will be on Wednesdays". Sorry about this but, &lt;u&gt;wtf&lt;/u&gt;. I've CCA on Wednesdays, and I wouldn't want to spend 2 years of my life without any CCA points. SAP would be on 3 Wednesdays a month, meaning I'd only have 25% attendance for CCA. I need to meet the darn 75% quota! Am I supposed to make the decision of giving up SAP now? Giving up this perfect chance I have dangling right in front of me? This just sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess Ms Tan was right. It was unfortunate for us to enter ISO. Very unfortunate. It was also unwise of her to pick us to take up this darn project. Everything just sucks alright, I get it. She raised quite a few points on how our project sucked and stuff, and I realised, yeah of course each of us were at wrong, but not entirely. I can confidently conclude that 80% of the problems were caused by this member of the group, and let's name her A. She 'does' her work, but instead of helping she causes all the trouble. To add things on, her work are all 'cut-and-paste' or to "chimify" the language. Total crap. Like hello, this is a Biology research studies, not a OhMyEnglishIsSoGreat project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything sucks the moment I thought it'd be alright.&lt;br /&gt;This is the time when I realise that I'll never get the same comfort I used to get when I needed it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-896913609777479606?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/896913609777479606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=896913609777479606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/896913609777479606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/896913609777479606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2009/10/sucks.html' title='Sucks.'/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-1154068742125274361</id><published>2009-10-27T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T21:26:19.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Special Arts Programme</title><content type='html'>I got recommended by teacher to do SAP (Special Arts Programme). I'm both exhilarated and worried. I sat down to draw just now and I realised I'm not all that good. I felt like crushing and crumpling everything I drew just now. Maybe I should stop being so pessimistic.&lt;br /&gt;Stop worrying lisa!&lt;br /&gt;I really want to get into SAP. I mean, I love art. 60% of my personal life is art. I do my work, feel sian, what do I do? Draw. I listen to class, get bored, what do I do? Draw. If all my artwork were to be compiled together I'm guessing it'd, I don't know, pile high high up. Haha. &lt;br /&gt;I've loved art since I was a kid. My mom said I used to pick up colour pencils and start doodling on paper whenever I had the chance. I remember I once threw a tantrum at Marine Parade because my mother pulled me away from watching this artist draw. I believed I would have spent the whole night there just watching him draw. It was just amazing. I fell in love with the wonder of pencils/ colour pencils/ markers. The every stroke and line, even the strength you use to exert on the pencil comes into consideration. What the final result can be is just the most amazing thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;I've to thank my 2 special friends, Vanessa and Ryan for really sparking that love for art I always had in me. Vanessa used to draw magnificent portraits of people and I've to give her 5 thumbs up. Once she showed me her mother's drawings and I was determined to be able to draw that. Though I've failed in many many many attempts, I'm never gonna give up. (: Ryan has taught me the basics to drawing and I really worked from it. He totally changed my view point of art. I moved from fail-portraits of humans to anime/cartoons. I started picking up strokes and lines and depth etc, and here I am now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't mind my language, I know my grammar/vocab plainly sucks. I just got laughed at on facebook cause of a wrong usage of 1 simple word. Heck it. Language is the bain of my life.&lt;br /&gt;I've had 3.6&lt; gpa for everything else except language - English, Chinese, Literature, Japanese. I just can't score high enough for my language. It seems all so alien to me, I'm more of a Maths Science person I guess. &lt;br /&gt;Kay, what an abrupt change of topic. I really hope I'd do well for the interview and get accepted into SAP. My life would have a really good meaning. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eH7NoRENEv0/StFT90P240I/AAAAAAAACLI/vqvqWCH-5j4/s400/Jiayou.jpg" width=400 length=400&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this picture on the web. Really cute. :D&lt;br /&gt;私はがんばらなくてはいけません。 (Do not babelfish this, it's very inaccurate.)&lt;br /&gt;Meaning: I must jiayou. Ahaha my direct translation!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-1154068742125274361?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/1154068742125274361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=1154068742125274361' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/1154068742125274361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/1154068742125274361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2009/10/special-arts-programme.html' title='Special Arts Programme'/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eH7NoRENEv0/StFT90P240I/AAAAAAAACLI/vqvqWCH-5j4/s72-c/Jiayou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-7119720733572754392</id><published>2009-10-25T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T19:34:45.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wenting is so hilarious! I love her in my RS group. (: Too bad she says she's leaving next year... Ohwells. Her emails always make my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; Wenting: ISO nervous.Get it? I so nervous? lol&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;ISO is a competition our group got sabo-ed into..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I overheard this darn Redcross guy's conversation on the MRT home just now. He was complaining how useless and 'jialat' RJC girls were at canoeing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Notice: girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such an MCP! &lt;s&gt;These kind of people deserve to dieeee&lt;/s&gt;. He said "Raffles JC 有学历,没有学问. Just throw them in the sea see how they swim HAHAHA". Like come on, if you don't get the grapes, stop calling them sour. I hope the girls stand up for their rights and bash him up with their paddles. &lt;br /&gt;If he doesn't want anybody scolding/complaining him on a world-wide internet page, just lower his volume while on the phone. The whole cabin could hear his every word. Inconsiderate asses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm guessing I have these phobias:&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;b&gt;Automatonophobia&lt;/b&gt;- Fear of ventriloquist's dummies, animatronic creatures, wax statues - anything that falsly represents a sentient being.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;b&gt;Arachibutyrophobia&lt;/b&gt;- Fear of peanut butter sticking to the roof of the mouth.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;b&gt;Achluophobia&lt;/b&gt;- Fear of darkness.&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;b&gt;Autophobia&lt;/b&gt;- Fear of being alone or of oneself.&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;b&gt;Cleithrophobia&lt;/b&gt;- Fear of being enclosed.&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;b&gt;Doxophobia&lt;/b&gt;- Fear of expressing opinions or of receiving praise.&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;b&gt;Enosiophobia&lt;/b&gt;- Fear of having committed an unpardonable sin or of criticism.&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;b&gt;Gelotophobia&lt;/b&gt;- Fear of being laughed at.&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;b&gt;Helminthophobia&lt;/b&gt;- Fear of being infested with worms.&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;b&gt;Pediophobia&lt;/b&gt;- Fear of dolls.&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;b&gt;Phasmophobia&lt;/b&gt;- Fear of ghosts.&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;b&gt;Philophobia&lt;/b&gt;- Fear of falling in love or being in love.&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;b&gt;Pupaphobia&lt;/b&gt; - Fear of puppets.&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;b&gt;Rhabdophobia&lt;/b&gt;- Fear of being severely punished or beaten by a rod, or of being severely criticized. Also fear of magic.&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;b&gt;Scopophobia&lt;/b&gt;- Fear of being seen or stared at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I went through the entire list of phobias!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;Taken from: http://www.phobialist.com/#A-&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P7V_s3yyW1Q/SgMF61ME1zI/AAAAAAAAAK0/tUGBL94apnA/s400/bunny11.jpg" width=400 length=800&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna adopt a bunny! Chomby has one and it's adorable! But the adoption process is far too tedious, and I'm guessing my parents wouldn't allow me to.&lt;br /&gt;www.hrss.net&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.kleo.ru/encyclopedia/dog/maltese_04.jpg" width=400 length=800&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maltese! Aren't they just cute? :D I always see them in the Pet Safari at Eastpoint, but not today ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pets-sale.com/Images/PetListing/100013Yorkshire-Terrier-image1.jpg" width=400 length=800&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister plans to buy a Yorkshire Terrier after she gets her 3rd month pay. It's totally fine with me! Maybe I'll sponsor her $100, who knows? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brown porridge for dinner today. Yummy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-7119720733572754392?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/7119720733572754392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=7119720733572754392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/7119720733572754392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/7119720733572754392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2009/10/wenting-is-so-hilarious-i-love-her-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P7V_s3yyW1Q/SgMF61ME1zI/AAAAAAAAAK0/tUGBL94apnA/s72-c/bunny11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-6278163024569784035</id><published>2009-10-23T21:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T21:55:53.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. I survived 4 talks! Awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=1.5&gt;First talk: Bother Chomby&lt;br /&gt;Second talk: Sleep&lt;br /&gt;Third talk: Draw + Help Stephy with tying her friendship band&lt;br /&gt;Fourth talk: Slept + Listened&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Xinyu is the funniest person ever when it comes to the game 'Heartattack'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. If only I mastered the art of dreaming. I'd dream all about what and who I wanna do or see. I'd be contented enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I need one of those Steve monkey translators. So I'd listen to my heart, not my brain. I just can't seem to differentiate between their voices ya know. They're just too similar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-6278163024569784035?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/6278163024569784035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=6278163024569784035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/6278163024569784035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/6278163024569784035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2009/10/1_23.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-8227953120950943540</id><published>2009-10-23T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T00:54:23.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's terrifying how a seed will mature and eventually branch out into many thin and insignificant twigs, or thick and sturdy boughs over time. A thousand leaves, maybe ten thousand, a million? Ten million? They're just simply uncountable. &lt;br /&gt;I never knew trees could play such perfect analogies. Such as "the root of the problem", roots emerge from the seeds too, slowly digging deeper down, down, and down.&lt;br /&gt;All I really want to say is, it simply scares me how one problem could lead to thousands, or maybe just too many too count. Sometimes, the problems may not even resemble each other in one way or another. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2167/2159014593_e38366fb98.jpg" width=400 length=800&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having 4 talks in a row tomorrow. I should go sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[b]Everybody says this analogy is un-lisa cause it's too chim T________T[b]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-8227953120950943540?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/8227953120950943540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=8227953120950943540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/8227953120950943540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/8227953120950943540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-terrifying-how-seed-will-mature-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2167/2159014593_e38366fb98_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-7032188856767625343</id><published>2009-10-21T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T00:54:47.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I figured no matter what history two people have between them, they can still be friends. All it takes is for someone to take the first step. And that first step is really worth it, even though you might not think it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-7032188856767625343?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/7032188856767625343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=7032188856767625343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/7032188856767625343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/7032188856767625343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-figured-no-matter-what-history-two.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-451269795702216748</id><published>2009-10-21T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T18:22:08.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:) / :(</title><content type='html'>I went rollerblading yesterday at Pasir Ris! One word: awesome. I loved rollerblading so much I really wanna go again! Planning to go once more probably this Saturday, but I've some activities on. ): We spent 50% of the time taking pictures and 25% of the time taking pictures of the ground. &lt;br /&gt;We even caught this darn photo-tastic picture of the floor+patches of grass:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs225.snc1/7235_155746764719_625764719_2509598_7000587_n.jpg" width=400 length=800&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what I mean. Fail timer shots. Haha! (Note the rollerblades right at the top of the picture.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now, to examination results.. Average, :(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Yesterday: sucked. Got my Chinese, Zuowen, Geography, Mathematics results yesterday. Mathematics was kind of disappointing but still quite satisfactory I have to say. A straight on A, 75%. I realised that my expectations have increased significantly, I guess that's really good in the long run. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Today: Oh HAPPY DAY! Oh happy day~ We got back our English, Compo, Literature, History and Integrated Science. The rest were I-really-don't-know-what-to-say, but Science was THE BEST EVER! I topped the class for this certain paper. I was both shocked and exhilarated when I heard the marks some people of my class got. I never expected myself to finally get top in something! I wonder if I've finally improved, cause this test was kinda on common sense. (Does that mean that I've the most common sense? ;) Lol.) Finally something to let me feel proud of. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me: I can't believe I got highest in class! -grins-&lt;br /&gt;Ms Tan: You want me to pinch you? -reaches out-&lt;br /&gt;Me: No no no hahaha!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still amazed at my composition grade. 22/30 is a total WOW IS MY ENGLISH THIS POWDERFUL?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;I should really stop judging others based on what they seem to be on the outside. That just sucks, I feel so stupid and bad for doing so! My perceptions of others are really foiled. It's amazing how just by opening up your mind and eyes, you'd see how wonderful others/life could really be.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai guyz, now that my blog has finally been discovered to be alive and kicking again, I'll throw in these few pictures to put that little smile on your faces. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs205.snc1/7235_155746759719_625764719_2509597_3035901_n.jpg" width=400 length=800&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;Left to right: Me, Steph, Jermaine, Bridget&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xinyu and Therese already went home ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs225.snc1/7235_155746734719_625764719_2509593_3702084_n.jpg" width=400 length=800&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;Left to right: Steph, Jermaine, Therese, Bridget, Me&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therese's in here! But Xinyu took the picture. Hold on lemme find a picture with Xinyu in it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs225.snc1/7235_155746694719_625764719_2509587_5701480_n.jpg" width=400 length=800&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;Left to right: Xinyu, Bridget, Steph, Jermaine, Me&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xinyu's the only un-cameo. &gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty tired out.. Bathed and went to sleep the moment I got home (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-451269795702216748?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/451269795702216748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=451269795702216748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/451269795702216748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/451269795702216748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title=':) / :('/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-585543293220520860</id><published>2009-10-19T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T00:18:28.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too shy, too scared, too gutless.</title><content type='html'>Yeah thats me. All I've ever done is to open the chatbox, look at it for awhile, think about stuff, then close it back down. Sometimes I make progress by typing some stuff in, then closing it back down. Awesome. I feel ashamed of myself for repeatedly making 'speeches' coming genuinely from the heart, and try to make up even though I know it'll never do. And yeah, they never do. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;I never expected a total make up, I just want us to be friends again. But instead I created even more awkwardness between us. I gotta remember that things aren't the same anymore, people change and feelings change. Neither do I myself feel the same as I did before. I have already stopped lying to myself, thinking that everything would go back to how it was before, like how I used to take you for granted.. "Oh we'll get back together again after sometime, no worries." Because that time was different..&lt;br /&gt;Shit.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you feel the same way too. Perhaps we both should each take a time out. Things will get better some day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't stand seeing us like that before and after. We used to talk all day, about everything under the sun. Now all that's left are chain messages or a good luck/happy birthday. Gotta accept the fact that some friends last forever, and some friends provide you with just temporary happiness. Few years down the road, we won't be able to remember anything anymore. We'll brush past each other down a busy road and not recognise each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, I didn't post this because I'm sad about the whole thing. I'm just disappointed that it ended up this way. I've no intentions anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once I hope nobody's loyal to me and reads my blog. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: After typing this load of crap, I kinda hate myself. I feel so stupid!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-585543293220520860?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/585543293220520860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=585543293220520860' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/585543293220520860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/585543293220520860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2009/10/too-shy-too-scared-too-gutless.html' title='Too shy, too scared, too gutless.'/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-3834420176483692106</id><published>2009-10-19T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T19:43:52.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. I'm getting my results back tomorrow! I'm not prepared yet! I wanna show my mom I can do it but I'm really scared D: Sigh.. All the best to me then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Going rollerblading tomorrow with Bridget and Steph and others.. I'm not very sure who yet. It's gonna be near Pasir Ris park, I've forgotten how the place looks like o'ready :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I keep forgetting what I wanna blog about. Hmm I think I should really start noting stuff down on my phone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Why are all my online friends' private messages Chinese?!&lt;br /&gt;"雨过天晴"&lt;br /&gt;"但偏偏，雨渐渐,"&lt;br /&gt;"晴天、雨天。"&lt;br /&gt;Did it rain today? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Life is really so unpredictable. And all my life I've thought otherwise. I should stop following my brain, thinking is bad for my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subway's waiting for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-3834420176483692106?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/3834420176483692106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=3834420176483692106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/3834420176483692106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/3834420176483692106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2009/10/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-6714350066814439269</id><published>2009-10-18T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T22:30:16.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was a very awesome day! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 12pm (I found it really early D:) and headed to Bugis for lunch. Pepper lunch is really nice! But it gets a little "je-raat" after awhile hmm... I got myself a blank jotter book! Yay! Drawing cum jap cum etc notebook. Then my Sister and Mum insisted we go to Vivo and get some bracelets for presents, and I'm so glad I tagged along. I spent 14bucks on the arcade there and we each ate 2scoops of gelato at the basement, AWESOME! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why did the boy throw the butter out of the window? &lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Cause he wanted to see a butterfly! HA HA HA HA HA&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was dinner time, hooray. My sis wanted Fish&amp;Co cause I owe a meal to her... She helped me with 2 projects (you see how calculative she is?! Haha.) Now I'm finally home! And my eyes hurt a lot. Still hurting. My contact lenses are at their 30th day, and mine are monthly lenses. Ow they hurttttt, they were so red (still are)! I need sleep, now now now! But I'm too bloated for it. xD&lt;br /&gt;I've been eating excessively these few days. C'mon, food = destresser! Now that I'm feeling so much better, I think I should really cut down on food intake, argh. But I wanna grow. How how how?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should start studying maybe next week or so. My mom has been nagging at me all day long &lt;i&gt;"qu du shu la! Everyday play play play not sian ah?"&lt;/i&gt; In fact, I am very sian. I've got nothing better to do! LOL. &lt;br /&gt;1. Piano&lt;br /&gt;2. Guitar&lt;br /&gt;3. TV&lt;br /&gt;4. Drawing&lt;br /&gt;4. Computer&lt;br /&gt;5. Sleeping&lt;br /&gt;6. Eating&lt;br /&gt;7. Bothering my sis/mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can do all that in less than a day. What else do I do for the rest of the day? D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-6714350066814439269?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/6714350066814439269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=6714350066814439269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/6714350066814439269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/6714350066814439269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2009/10/today-was-very-awesome-day-d-woke-up-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-2799342472998871966</id><published>2009-10-17T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T22:58:17.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Caught the movie &lt;b&gt;Surrogates&lt;/b&gt; yesterday with Steph and Siyuan at j8 after checking my jap papers. It was a very cool movie, especially at the part where all the surrogates were shut down and the robots all collapsed to the ground. Very synchronized :D I guess I would give it 4.5 stars, not as amusing as Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45.4/100 for the EOY jap paper. I've to say, I'm really contented and happy with that. I mean, just 4.6 more marks for a pass! I was expecting a 30-40 haha. The better news is, I passed jap for overall. 54.43/100 if I'm not wrong. Darn it just a little bit more for a 2.4, ohwells. I've got my lit to cover up for my jap, but my lit ain't that good either.. &gt;_&gt; Literature is such a useless subject! Why do we even have to learn shakespeare in depth to survive? So as to express ourselves better? Like "In sooth I know not why I am so fat"? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally decided to take a bath yesterday at 1.30am. During the night/morning are the times where my head is clearer and stuff. I guess I'm non-afternoon person. Thought about some stuff and realised that I've been really gullible for the past years. Good things don't come by easily. I never realised how hard everything was to be able to finally work out. All the time I thought "like that la", "like this la", "what else", "why cannot". I once thought I got the idea of "it would never happen, so I'll bite the bullet and move on", but apparently I never did. I hanged in there, and what a very wrong move it was. So I'm letting go, falling, then landing gracefully and walking away. Who knows, the grass below may be greener. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-2799342472998871966?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/2799342472998871966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=2799342472998871966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/2799342472998871966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/2799342472998871966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2009/10/caught-movie-surrogates-literature-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-8739777374827171667</id><published>2009-10-16T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T20:47:31.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempers? Mood swings?</title><content type='html'>So which is better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Boiling up fast, cooling down fast.&lt;br /&gt;2. Boiling up slow, cooling down slow.&lt;br /&gt;3. Boiling up fast, cooling down slow.&lt;br /&gt;4. Boiling up slow, cooling down fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently option 4's the ideal choice to take. Unfortunately, I'm option 1. Whenever you see me pissed/ sad/ emo-ing, just give me a night, or an hour, or maybe just a few minutes. I'll think things out and come to a sensible conclusion, at the very least, get my thoughts out straight. I really don't wanna hurt anybody anymore. I don't wanna say what I don't mean. I don't want anymore misunderstandings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fire extinguisher gets sprayed on me every minute. Little by little. Time taken for me to cool down depends on the level of stress. I should really stop blabbering nonsense when I'm stressed out. I should just keep everything to myself, scream into a pillow, get a robotic friend who doesn't give any emotional answers, get a life sized thingy for me to punch. At least I've a blog to rant to now... I should not vomit out whatever comes to my mind, just so I would feel better, and not realise that others feel bad about it. I suck so badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminder to self: NEVER. Tell. Anybody. How. I. Feel. (before things are properly processed through my mind after some time)&lt;br /&gt;Everything just ends up screwed in the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-8739777374827171667?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/8739777374827171667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=8739777374827171667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/8739777374827171667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/8739777374827171667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2009/10/tempers-mood-swings.html' title='Tempers? Mood swings?'/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-3691996056502072957</id><published>2009-10-15T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T20:52:05.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wonder if I should name today a good day or a bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I got a booking from Alagu just because I was drinking Nutritea at the netball court.. &gt;_&gt; This means 2 detentions for me. What a waste of 2 hours, writing two dumb reflections. Great. If I were to be the principal, I'd scrape the handphone/food rule. It's so impractical to not be able to drink sweet drinks after playing an hour of netball, I mean come on, it's just a drink. My mouth doesn't have a leaking hole you know. Argh, it's going to be the end of the school year, and I thought I could happily run off with just 1 detention. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, things you deem insignificant may change a person's life. I still recall the days in primary school - PE was the lesson I hated most, not because I had to run, not because I didn't like the teacher. It was because of the people I had to play with. I would always be the last one to get chosen into a group, or should I say I'd never got chosen. Then what would I do for the rest of the hour? Haha, I'd sit alone watching them play and when teacher asked me why I wasn't playing, all I'd say would be "stomach pain". What hurts the most is when you see your close friend being the team leader and he/she never takes a look at you, not more choose you on the team. It really hurts.&lt;br /&gt;Today changed everything. As usual I planned to sit aside to watch my classmates play netball, but this time it was different: "Lisa you wanna play?" "Want!" That changed everything. &lt;br /&gt;"We choose group okay?"&lt;br /&gt;Wow. That one powerful line. But the thing is, I got chosen soon enough! Ahha! Man was I happy haha. I really like RGS, it feels like family to me. CKPS feels so strangerish, and always did. I never liked anyone from there, except for my close friends, neither did anybody like me. It served as a place for me to receive education from, and spend half a day there. Nothing like a home. RGS is totally different, it serves as a 2nd home to me, the people there are awesome and nice, I feel loved there. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohman I screwed my latin dance exam up but ohwells, all I'd get is certificate, it doesn't matter much, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph, Chomby, Alagu, Arathi, Pavithra, Sandra and I went out for FREE PIZZA!! Well the story's complicated but in short, it was Alagu's parents' treat (: Thanks! But right, it's in Choa Chu Kang, wow. Next destination, some Country Club opposite of Swiss Cottage Secondary! &lt;br /&gt;We took a bus we weren't sure off to Bukit Gombak. The bus driver lady promised to call us when we reach but nooooo, when we arrived at Boon Lay interchange we asked her if we got on the right bus and all she said was "aiyo, I forgot." Lol. &lt;br /&gt;Ohwells, we took the MRT in the end, so much more trustworthy don't you think so? The Country Club was A-W-E-S-O-M-E! We wanted to play laser tag but the room was packed and the guy at the counter said room was only available at 5pm. It was 4pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph: So... the rooms will only be free at 5pm?&lt;br /&gt;Guy: Yeap! But not free la, you've to pay.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;________________________________________________&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah and I suggested bowling first. Hilarious ball rolling.&lt;br /&gt;Laser tag at 5pm was tiring but very worth it! "You can run but you can't hide!" The vest would vibrate when you 'die' and it's really ticklish. &lt;br /&gt;Left Bukit Gombak at 6pm and stank up the MRT for a whole hour. Well, at least I think I stink. I had OBS check up, netball, dance exam, bowling and laser tag in one uniform. Stinky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best will always be saved for the last.&lt;br /&gt;I GREW 2CM HAHAHAHAHA! Okay to some people it may seem like a "chey so what?" but to me it's a miracle. I haven't been growing for quite some time already but now it's 2cm! Yay! Perhaps it's cause I've been stuffing myself with food these few days. The downside of this is that I've gained 3kg, and that's just bad. &lt;br /&gt;BUT WHO CARES ANYWAY xD It's 2cm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;P.S: I feel like I'm slowly slipping away from the people I'm close to. I know this is contradictory towards what I said, but I'm starting to realize and find out things I've never knew. I don't think finding those things out is a good thing though. &lt;br /&gt;1. If you prefer that box, stop trying to stuff this ball into it. It will never fit, okay? They just don't match. Just go fit in that box all you want.&lt;br /&gt;2. Sucks when feelings aren't returned ):&lt;br /&gt;Am I really not likeable? Why am I always the backup? Why's there no one person who I can tell everything to without feeling weird and getting the answers I really want?&lt;/font size&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-3691996056502072957?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/3691996056502072957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=3691996056502072957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/3691996056502072957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/3691996056502072957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-wonder-if-i-should-name-today-good.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-6405220638904792576</id><published>2009-10-14T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T23:57:49.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Looking back at my past posts... I really wonder if I've changed.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be who I was before, year 2007.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-6405220638904792576?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/6405220638904792576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=6405220638904792576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/6405220638904792576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/6405220638904792576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2009/10/looking-back-at-my-past-posts.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-1317949537177351286</id><published>2009-10-14T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T23:49:04.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changed blogskin/ Cloudy With A Chance Of Meatballs!</title><content type='html'>I thought that since exams were finally over, I'd revive this blog. &lt;br /&gt;1. It'll be easy to kill time, which I currently have loads at hand.&lt;br /&gt;2. I'll be practising my suckish English at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;3. I'll have a place to rant, be prepared to face many metaphors (I guess).&lt;br /&gt;4. A place to release my random thoughts I never had a chance to express.&lt;br /&gt;I'll try my best to keep it alive, perhaps till the start of next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall start off with a movie I watched with Siyuan today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Cloudy With A Chance Of Meatballs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 stars!★★★★★&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.impawards.com/2009/posters/cloudy_with_a_chance_of_meatballs_ver3.jpg" height=650 width=400&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally I feel that it's the awesomest, lamest, randomest movie I've ever watched. I facepalmed/laughed the whole way through. It's based on a book, which I haven't read, but the plot is really nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brent&lt;/b&gt;: I am a chicken!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Earl Devereaux&lt;/b&gt;: [addressing Flint] Why can't you be more like my son, Cal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cal Deveraux&lt;/b&gt;: 'Sup. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Passer-by&lt;/b&gt;: You are going to be crushed by a giant corn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Manny&lt;/b&gt;: No, I am a comedian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tim Lockwood&lt;/b&gt;: Son, not every sardine was meant to swim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Young Flint&lt;/b&gt;: I don't understand fishing metaphors, dad! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sam Sparks&lt;/b&gt;: You may have seen a meteor shower, but I bet you've never seen a shower "meatier" than this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Steve&lt;/b&gt;: Gummi bears! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Earl Devereaux&lt;/b&gt;: You see this contact lens?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Flint Lockwood&lt;/b&gt;: Yeah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Earl Devereaux&lt;/b&gt;: This contact lens represents you! And my eye represents my eye!&lt;br /&gt;[Puts on contact lens]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Earl Devereaux&lt;/b&gt;: I've got my *eye* on you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't get enough of the quotes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Steve!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Watch the movie to get the quotes!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-1317949537177351286?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/1317949537177351286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=1317949537177351286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/1317949537177351286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/1317949537177351286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2009/10/changed-blogskin.html' title='Changed blogskin/ Cloudy With A Chance Of Meatballs!'/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-571087510855188723</id><published>2009-07-13T19:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T19:43:34.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revived</title><content type='html'>Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot exactly say that this blog's finally revived, cause MOST LIKELY I'd leave it to die after this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Bangles - Eternal Flame&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="319"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/geoywnZHnVs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/geoywnZHnVs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="319"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chris Daughtry - Over You&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="319"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mcAt_OpRtXI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mcAt_OpRtXI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="319"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel the same about me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-571087510855188723?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/571087510855188723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=571087510855188723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/571087510855188723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/571087510855188723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2009/07/revived.html' title='Revived'/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-8719499959523155447</id><published>2009-03-19T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T23:49:55.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Bon Jovi - It's my life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="319"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9SKFwtgUJHs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9SKFwtgUJHs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="319"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ain't a song for the broken-hearted&lt;br /&gt;No silent prayer for the faith-departed&lt;br /&gt;I ain't gonna be just a face in the crowd&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna hear my voice&lt;br /&gt;When I shout it out loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my life&lt;br /&gt;It's now or never&lt;br /&gt;I ain't gonna live forever&lt;br /&gt;I just want to live while I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;(It's my life)&lt;br /&gt;My heart is like an open highway&lt;br /&gt;Like Frankie said&lt;br /&gt;I did it my way&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna live while I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;It's my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for the ones who stood their ground&lt;br /&gt;For Tommy and Gina who never backed down&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's getting harder make no mistake&lt;br /&gt;Luck ain't even lucky&lt;br /&gt;Got to make your own breaks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my life&lt;br /&gt;And it's now or never&lt;br /&gt;I ain't gonna live forever&lt;br /&gt;I just want to live while I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;(It's my life)&lt;br /&gt;My heart is like an open highway&lt;br /&gt;Like Frankie said&lt;br /&gt;I did it my way&lt;br /&gt;I just want to live while I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better stand tall when they're calling you out&lt;br /&gt;Don't bend, don't break, hell, don't back down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my life&lt;br /&gt;And it's now or never&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I ain't gonna live forever&lt;br /&gt;I just want to live while I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;(It's my life)&lt;br /&gt;My heart is like an open highway&lt;br /&gt;Like Frankie said&lt;br /&gt;I did it my way&lt;br /&gt;I just want to live while I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my life&lt;br /&gt;And it's now or never&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I ain't gonna live forever&lt;br /&gt;I just want to live while I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;(It's my life)&lt;br /&gt;My heart is like an open highway&lt;br /&gt;Like Frankie said&lt;br /&gt;I did it my way&lt;br /&gt;I just want to live while I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's my life &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfamiliar? Listen for the chorus!&lt;br /&gt;Oh man i fell in love with this song :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[here's the post everybody &lt;s&gt;bugged&lt;/s&gt; asked me for! &lt;s&gt;don'tkillme&lt;/s&gt;yayyyyy]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-8719499959523155447?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/8719499959523155447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=8719499959523155447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/8719499959523155447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/8719499959523155447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-my-life-d.html' title='It&apos;s my life'/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-8863057833899881183</id><published>2009-02-27T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T23:50:17.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music Blog?</title><content type='html'>LOL I seriously think my blog's become a music blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and recently i started liking JJLin hahaha. His old songs FTW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;JJ - Endless Road&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="319"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UWi4w-iokCo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UWi4w-iokCo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="319"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is tearing up my heart&lt;br /&gt;I can't recognize this place&lt;br /&gt;The endless road without a stop sign&lt;br /&gt;Can't even find a stranger this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I still holding back my tears&lt;br /&gt;In this loneliness there's nothing to fear&lt;br /&gt;Every chord still seems a wonder&lt;br /&gt;How we could be together&lt;br /&gt;Every time I ask if this would be the last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I still talking to myself&lt;br /&gt;Hoping you will have the keys to my cell&lt;br /&gt;Every song might calm the weather&lt;br /&gt;But it just draws me deeper&lt;br /&gt;How do I get out of this, I think&lt;br /&gt;I never will...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A crystal forming in the eye&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this would be the last&lt;br /&gt;A winding path down my face&lt;br /&gt;Till I begin to taste the bitterness inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I still holding back my tears&lt;br /&gt;In this loneliness there's nothing to fear&lt;br /&gt;Every chord still seems a wonder&lt;br /&gt;How we could be together&lt;br /&gt;Every time I ask if this would be the last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I still talking to myself&lt;br /&gt;Hoping you will have the keys to my cell&lt;br /&gt;Every song might calm the weather&lt;br /&gt;But it just draws me deeper&lt;br /&gt;How do I get out of this, I think&lt;br /&gt;I never will...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I still holding back my tears&lt;br /&gt;In this loneliness there's nothing left to fear&lt;br /&gt;Every chord still seems a wonder&lt;br /&gt;How we could be together&lt;br /&gt;Every time I ask if this would be the last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I still talking to myself&lt;br /&gt;Hoping you will have the keys to my cell&lt;br /&gt;Every song might calm the weather&lt;br /&gt;But it just draws me deeper&lt;br /&gt;How do I get out of this, I think&lt;br /&gt;I never will...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never will...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His accent quite cool leh :3&lt;br /&gt;Chinese and English both dem (y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the things about him that really won me over&lt;br /&gt;1. His voice&lt;br /&gt;2. His songs are meaningful&lt;br /&gt;3. Cool pronounciations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/jjlinadvertisement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's been fun and awesome :D Though I'm currently in the midst of examinations, half are gone and done with &lt;s&gt;ready to fail&lt;/s&gt; leaving me with Mathematics, English, Geography and Biology SPA next week, I'm soooo giving myself a brain break nao. I need it NAO. &gt;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-8863057833899881183?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/8863057833899881183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=8863057833899881183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/8863057833899881183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/8863057833899881183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2009/02/music-blog.html' title='Music Blog?'/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-4463690084856344537</id><published>2009-01-09T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T22:19:49.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Demi Lovato -- Don't Forget</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Demi Lovato -- Don't Forget&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="319"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-YC6wAvbIKA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-YC6wAvbIKA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="319"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you forget&lt;br /&gt;That I was even alive&lt;br /&gt;Did you forget&lt;br /&gt;Everything you ever had&lt;br /&gt;Did you forget&lt;br /&gt;Did you forget&lt;br /&gt;About me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you regret (did you regret)&lt;br /&gt;Ever standing by my side&lt;br /&gt;Did you forget (did you forget)&lt;br /&gt;What we were feeling inside&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm left&lt;br /&gt;To forget&lt;br /&gt;About us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somewhere we went wrong&lt;br /&gt;We were once so strong&lt;br /&gt;Our love is like a song&lt;br /&gt;You can't forget it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I guess&lt;br /&gt;This is where we have to stand&lt;br /&gt;Did you regret&lt;br /&gt;Ever holding my hand&lt;br /&gt;Never again&lt;br /&gt;Please don't forget&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had it all&lt;br /&gt;We were just about to fall&lt;br /&gt;Even more in love&lt;br /&gt;Than we were before&lt;br /&gt;I won't forget&lt;br /&gt;I won't forget&lt;br /&gt;About us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somewhere we went wrong&lt;br /&gt;We were once so strong&lt;br /&gt;Our love is like a song&lt;br /&gt;You can't forget it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere we went wrong&lt;br /&gt;We were once so strong&lt;br /&gt;Our love is like a song&lt;br /&gt;You can't forget it&lt;br /&gt;At all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at last&lt;br /&gt;All the pictures have been burned&lt;br /&gt;And all the past&lt;br /&gt;Is just a lesson that we've learned&lt;br /&gt;I won't forget it&lt;br /&gt;Please don't forget&lt;br /&gt;About us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somewhere we went wrong&lt;br /&gt;Our love is like a song&lt;br /&gt;But you won't sing along&lt;br /&gt;You've forgotten&lt;br /&gt;About us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woaw my blog's becoming like a music blog or something xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay FINEEEE SIYUAN YOU WIN XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;u&gt;I LOVE YOU NG SIYUAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;33333333333333333333333333333333333333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;33333333333333333333333333333333333333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;33333333333333333333333333333333333333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;33333333333333333333333333333333333333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;33333333333333333333333333333333333333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happee? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-4463690084856344537?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/4463690084856344537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=4463690084856344537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/4463690084856344537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/4463690084856344537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2009/01/demi-lovato-dont-forget.html' title='Demi Lovato -- Don&apos;t Forget'/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-843351661166160475</id><published>2008-12-31T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T15:06:08.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nickelback -- Gotta Be Somebody</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Nickelback - Gotta Be Somebody&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="319"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rYAPBcg5nK0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rYAPBcg5nK0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="319"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, I wonder what it feels like&lt;br /&gt;To find the one in this life, the one we all dream of&lt;br /&gt;But dreams just aren't enough&lt;br /&gt;So I'll be waiting for the real thing, I'll know it by the feeling&lt;br /&gt;The moment when we're meeting, will play out like a scene&lt;br /&gt;Straight off the silver screen&lt;br /&gt;So I'll be holding my own breath, right up 'til the end&lt;br /&gt;Until that moment when, I find the one that I'll spend forever with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause nobody wants to be the last one there&lt;br /&gt;Cause everyone wants to feel like someone cares&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love with my life in their hands&lt;br /&gt;There's gotta be somebody for me like that&lt;br /&gt;Cause nobody wants to do it on their own&lt;br /&gt;And everyone wants to know they're not alone&lt;br /&gt;There's somebody else that feels the same somewhere&lt;br /&gt;There's gotta be somebody for me out there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, out on the street, out in the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;And dammit this feels too right, it's just like deja vu&lt;br /&gt;Me standing here with you&lt;br /&gt;So I'll be holding my own breath, could this be the end&lt;br /&gt;Is it that moment when, I find the one that I'll spend forever with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause nobody wants to be the last one there&lt;br /&gt;Cause everyone wants to feel like someone cares&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love with my life in their hands&lt;br /&gt;There's gotta be somebody for me like that&lt;br /&gt;Cause nobody wants to do it on their own&lt;br /&gt;And everyone wants to know they're not alone&lt;br /&gt;There's somebody else that feels the same somewhere&lt;br /&gt;There's gotta be somebody for me out there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't give up, looking for a diamond in the rough&lt;br /&gt;You never know, when it shows up, make sure you're holding on&lt;br /&gt;Cause it could be the one, the one you're waiting on&lt;br /&gt;Cause nobody wants to be the last one there&lt;br /&gt;And everyone wants to feel like someone cares&lt;br /&gt;Someone to love with my life in their hands&lt;br /&gt;There's gotta be somebody for me, ohhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody wants to do it on their own&lt;br /&gt;And everyone wants to know their not alone&lt;br /&gt;There's somebody else that feels the same somewhere&lt;br /&gt;There's gotta be somebody for me out there&lt;br /&gt;Nobody wants to be the last one there&lt;br /&gt;Cause everyone wants to feel like someone cares&lt;br /&gt;There's somebody else that feels the same somewhere&lt;br /&gt;There's gotta be somebody for me out there &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man i don't know why i just fell in love with this song the first time i heard it XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;tag replies!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;siyuan:&lt;/b&gt; Ohnoes up till now i still haven't blogged about how much i love you LOL. I know i'm pro at wasting space :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;valencia:&lt;/b&gt; LOL exactly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;bridget:&lt;/b&gt; Hahaha now i think no need ask liao la! Anyway you'll see me sooooon! Like in 2 days time :D I'm sad and happy at the same time :):(:):(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;siyuan:&lt;/b&gt; :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;jacky:&lt;/b&gt; LOL yeah i'm gay! I'm always gay! It makes others smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;siyuan:&lt;/b&gt; haha don't wanna talk about it. There! Here's the post for you xD AND DO THE QUIZZES YOU CHEATERBUG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;mo:&lt;/b&gt; yo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;siyuan:&lt;/b&gt; Dem you don't be lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;valencia:&lt;/b&gt; -WAVES BACK TO TALL PURPLE BUDDY!!- Hahahaha you keep my blog alive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;esna:&lt;/b&gt; Updated! Ohoh okay i'll go link you now XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;rachel:&lt;/b&gt; Heyy, okay :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;valencia:&lt;/b&gt; iie lurbbs euu!&lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;vanessa:&lt;/b&gt; Hahaha, sorryyy i couldn't make it the last time &gt;&lt; Let's meet up some other time yea! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;qixuan:&lt;/b&gt; Green lumps rock!! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;jacky:&lt;/b&gt; Dao-nage back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;siyuan:&lt;/b&gt; Camwhoreeeeeeee!! Now i'm gonna meet you all over again just like next year THIS FRIDAY OHEMMGEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;rachel:&lt;/b&gt; Late Merry Christmas to you too! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;mo:&lt;/b&gt; LOL happy latelatelatelatelatelate christmas to you!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;converse:&lt;/b&gt; haha heyyyy ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;heh:&lt;/b&gt; LOL that's actually bran's bg but i accidentaly edited it remember? He linked you under that too xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-843351661166160475?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/843351661166160475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=843351661166160475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/843351661166160475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/843351661166160475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2008/12/nickelback-gotta-be-somebody.html' title='Nickelback -- Gotta Be Somebody'/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-5470735676873469376</id><published>2008-12-08T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T23:05:30.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>personality test</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Personality Test!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though most of it is kinda true, some aren't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bold&lt;/b&gt; -- Untrue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Underlined&lt;/u&gt; -- I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sanguine-phlegmatic is an extraverted, optimistic, warm individual who readily connects with others and is well-liked by all. His sanguine side makes him creative, enthusiastic, friendly, and inspiring. His phlegmatic side makes him somewhat cautious at times, and also highly sensitive to other people’s moods, emotions, likes and dislikes. He keenly desires harmony in relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tends to overextend himself in order to meet others’ needs and to personalize any negative criticism (If the boss says, “We are not meeting our quotas,” the sanguine-phlegmatic thinks, “Is he angry at me?” If her best friend says, “I really can’t wear red lipstick,” the sanguine-phlegmatic will think, “She’s trying to tell me that my lipstick looks terrible!”). After all, the sanguine-phlegmatic has a double-dose of feeling; twice-blessed by the tendency to prioritize relationships and harmony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a sanguine-phlegmatic, most everyone likes you! You are easy-going, creative, fun-loving, enthusiastic, imaginative, caring, generous, flexible, and spontaneous. You are probably considered “emotional” because of your easily aroused feelings, your attentiveness to relationships, and your tender heart. Your weaknesses are &lt;b&gt;superficiality&lt;/b&gt;, indecisiveness, disorganization, and procrastination. Often you find it difficult to know exactly how to state what you mean, or how to express yourself logically; this contributes to a tendency to talk more than is needed or to provide more detail than is necessary. &lt;u&gt;In a relationship, you will likely gravitate toward a logical, organized, strong-willed and decisive partner—someone who makes decisions quickly and provides strong moral certitude and structure to your life.&lt;/u&gt; You can be easily influenced (which is exacerbated by your tendency to ask others for advice — without thinking it through) and to do what seems “kind” before considering whether it is objectively right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You place a high priority on your personal search for meaning and self-identity. Your weaknesses probably tend to bother you more than anyone else. For example, you may find yourself blurting out something without thinking, or spending too much time seeking advice only to find yourself more confused than you started, or oversleeping every day this week — despite all the best of intentions. You may find yourself becoming overcommitted because you simply can’t say “no” and have a strong need to be liked/please people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;happy reading!&lt;/i&gt; ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-5470735676873469376?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/5470735676873469376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=5470735676873469376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/5470735676873469376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/5470735676873469376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2008/12/personality-test.html' title='personality test'/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-3634101246508573676</id><published>2008-11-27T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T14:45:20.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>David Cook - Always Be My Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;David Cook - Always Be My Baby&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="319"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5r-DrDQfS30&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5r-DrDQfS30&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="319"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were as one babe&lt;br /&gt;For a moment in time&lt;br /&gt;And it seemed everlasting&lt;br /&gt;That you would always be mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you want to be free&lt;br /&gt;So I'm letting you fly&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know in my heart babe&lt;br /&gt;Our love will never die&lt;br /&gt;No!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be a part of me&lt;br /&gt;I'm a part of you indefinitely&lt;br /&gt;Girl don't you know you can't escape me&lt;br /&gt;Ooh darling cause you'll always be my baby&lt;br /&gt;And we'll linger on&lt;br /&gt;Time can't erase a feeling this strong&lt;br /&gt;No way you're never gonna shake me&lt;br /&gt;Ooh darling cause you'll always be my baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain't gonna cry no&lt;br /&gt;And I won't beg you to stay&lt;br /&gt;If you're determined to leave girl&lt;br /&gt;I will not stand in your way&lt;br /&gt;But inevitably you'll be back again&lt;br /&gt;Cause ya know in your heart babe&lt;br /&gt;Our love will never end no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be a part of me&lt;br /&gt;I'm part of you indefinitely&lt;br /&gt;Girl don't you know you can't escape me&lt;br /&gt;Ooh darling cause you'll always be my baby&lt;br /&gt;And we'll linger on&lt;br /&gt;Time can't erase a feeling this strong&lt;br /&gt;No way you're never gonna shake me&lt;br /&gt;Ooh darling cause you'll always be my baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that you'll be back girl&lt;br /&gt;When your days and your nights get a little bit colder oooohhh&lt;br /&gt;I know that, you'll be right back, babe&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh! baby believe me it's only a matter of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be apart of me&lt;br /&gt;I'm part of you indefinitely&lt;br /&gt;Girl don't you know you can't escape me&lt;br /&gt;Ooh darling cause you'll always be my baby&lt;br /&gt;And we'll linger on&lt;br /&gt;Time can't erase a feeling this strong&lt;br /&gt;No way you're never gonna shake me&lt;br /&gt;Ooh darling cause you'll always be my my baby....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be apart of me (you will always be)&lt;br /&gt;I'm part of you indefinitely&lt;br /&gt;Girl don't you know you can't escape me&lt;br /&gt;Ooh darling cause you'll always be my baby&lt;br /&gt;And we'll linger on (we will linger on....)&lt;br /&gt;Time can't erase a feeling this strong&lt;br /&gt;No way you're never gonna shake me&lt;br /&gt;Ooh darling cause you'll always be my baby &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woots i love this songgg!&lt;br /&gt;1. Its darn nice&lt;br /&gt;2. I can play it on the guitar ;heh;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, i can play..&lt;br /&gt;1. Lambada&lt;br /&gt;2. Titanic&lt;br /&gt;3. Every breath you take&lt;br /&gt;4. Stand by me&lt;br /&gt;5. Apologise&lt;br /&gt;6. Always Be My Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yayy. Strumming for all 6, plucking for 1 2 3 4.&lt;br /&gt;Kewllllllllll my sis, my mom and i can form a lil guitar band now haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/suan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored i wanna go out. &lt;br /&gt;VANESSA WHERE ARE YOU WHEN I NEED YOUUUUUUUUU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-3634101246508573676?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/3634101246508573676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=3634101246508573676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/3634101246508573676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/3634101246508573676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2008/11/david-cook-always-be-my-baby.html' title='David Cook - Always Be My Baby'/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-5319139540831906074</id><published>2008-11-26T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T14:36:31.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quiz 2 -- janice</title><content type='html'>Another quiz from janice! =DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Who's the person that tagged you?&lt;br /&gt;My bestie Janice! &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Relationship between you and her?&lt;br /&gt;Exclassmates, Besties in CKPS ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. 5 impressions?&lt;br /&gt;Chio, Smart, Loveable, Likes 3/4 pants LOL, Nice hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If she becomes your enemy, you will?&lt;br /&gt;No way man. Noooo waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What will you say to the person you like very much?&lt;br /&gt;You dummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Characteristics I like about myself.&lt;br /&gt;*thinks very very carefully, or else somebody would just dao me for it*&lt;br /&gt;i like just the way i am. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Characteristics I hate about myself.&lt;br /&gt;(omg would somebody kill me for this? -avoids question-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. For the person whom you hate, you say?&lt;br /&gt;I don't hate anyone (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What do people feel about you?&lt;br /&gt;:O:O Ask them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Your crush?&lt;br /&gt;Har?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Most ideal person you wanna be?&lt;br /&gt;MYSELF YAYYYMEEEEE. happee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Pass this to 10 people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Janice YAYPASSBACKTOYOU&lt;br /&gt;2) Vanessa &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;3) Siyuan&lt;br /&gt;4) Jermaine&lt;br /&gt;5) XinChen&lt;br /&gt;6) Shannon&lt;br /&gt;7) Jacky&lt;br /&gt;8) Stephanie&lt;br /&gt;9) QiXuan&lt;br /&gt;10) Myself LAWL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. If 5 &amp; 7 were together?&lt;br /&gt;(XinChen and Jacky) LAWL. XinChen isn't gay, but Jacky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Who does 5 like?&lt;br /&gt;(XinChen) coughicoughdontcoughknowcough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What colour does 9 like?&lt;br /&gt;(QiXuan) Green -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Say something about 8.&lt;br /&gt;(Stephanie) My scandal buddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Who is 2?&lt;br /&gt;(Vanessa) My bestieee of CKPS! =DD never gonna change, I love you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Talk about 3.&lt;br /&gt;(Siyuan) no siyuan, i am not saying what you want me to say.&lt;br /&gt;Siyuan is teh pamperedz0rz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Who is 10's best friend?&lt;br /&gt;(Myself) Janice, Vanessa, Stephanie, Siyuan =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Who's the sexiest among all 10?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;10! MYSELF LAWLLLLLL&lt;/s&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1 and 2! JANICE AND VANESSA XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. What colour does 4 like?&lt;br /&gt;(Jermaine) hmm, i don't know leh, HOW? fine i shall be buckle-ish and say green x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Is 4 single?&lt;br /&gt;(Jermaine) ;heh;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Your relationship with 1?&lt;br /&gt;(Janice) My bestie! &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Are 5 &amp; 6 best friends?&lt;br /&gt;(XinChen and Shannon) They don't know each other :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. 9's surname?&lt;br /&gt;(QiXuan) Teo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. 7's nickname?&lt;br /&gt;(Jacky) I shall be nice and not say so :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Say something to 8.&lt;br /&gt;(Stephanie) Eeeeeeee BOOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Say something to help 9?&lt;br /&gt;(QiXuan) Green lumps rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Who does 1 admire?&lt;br /&gt;(Janice) I don't know ;heh;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Where does 1 live?&lt;br /&gt;(Janice) Simei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. 10 of them know who you like?&lt;br /&gt;Err.. 4 of them hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Say something to 6 when you see her?&lt;br /&gt;(Shannon) YO SHANNNONNNNNNNNNN my &lt;s&gt;short&lt;/s&gt;purplebuddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. 10's spouse?&lt;br /&gt;(myself) Lisa Koh *blushes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still being daoed :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and siyuan, wait till i'm happy enough to post how much i coughlovecoughyoucough ;DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-5319139540831906074?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/5319139540831906074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=5319139540831906074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/5319139540831906074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/5319139540831906074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2008/11/quiz-2-janice.html' title='quiz 2 -- janice'/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-2572921063471110914</id><published>2008-11-26T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T14:35:32.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quiz 1 -- janice</title><content type='html'>I've been tagged by janice&lt;33! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What time is it?&lt;br /&gt;10.35pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full name.&lt;br /&gt;Lisa Koh Shu Hui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the most recent movie that you have seen?&lt;br /&gt;Quantum of Solace. Fell asleep, waste money DD: (HIFIVE JANICE HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place of birth.&lt;br /&gt;Singapore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite food.&lt;br /&gt;Actually.. i don't really know :O whatever that's pleasant i guess (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natural hair color.&lt;br /&gt;Err.. dark brown(?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever been a Neat Freak?&lt;br /&gt;NAHHHH. Wanna see my room? ;heh;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite sport.&lt;br /&gt;Swimming, Netball, Tennis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Croutons or bacon bits.&lt;br /&gt;Croutons! Bacon bits taste weird :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Day of the Week.&lt;br /&gt;Fridays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;Don't have one :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Flower.&lt;br /&gt;Nah, i don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite sport to watch.&lt;br /&gt;Gymnastics! woahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite drink.&lt;br /&gt;Plain water's the best during meals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate wheeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warner Brothers or Disney?&lt;br /&gt;Disney! Disney movies always end with happy endings ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever been on a ship?&lt;br /&gt;Yeaaaa loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color is your bedroom flooring?&lt;br /&gt;Light Brown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Destination.&lt;br /&gt;HongKong, Japan, France, Italy, Switzerland, Hawaii yayyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before this one, from whom did you get your last quiz?&lt;br /&gt;Siyuan the dummy who wants me to blog about how much i coughlovecoughhercough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when you are bored?&lt;br /&gt;Computer, Doodle, Listen to music, Watch TV, Play the piano etcetc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bedtime?&lt;br /&gt;Holidays: MUAHAHAHAHA. all i can say is, after 12am.&lt;br /&gt;Schooling Days: around 12am &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who will respond to this quiz the quickest?&lt;br /&gt;Don't know, :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who will least likely respond those people who don't care about stupid quizzes?&lt;br /&gt;Don't knowwww :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the person that you are most curious to see their responses?&lt;br /&gt;Everybody! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Television Shows?&lt;br /&gt;Jian Ren Jian, Spongebob Squarepants, Wizards of Waverly Place, etcetc ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last person you went to dinner with?&lt;br /&gt;Mum and Sis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Park or Zoo?&lt;br /&gt;Park :D I wanna go rollerblading~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your favorite colours?&lt;br /&gt;Purple, Blue, Black, Pink :O Though i haaaaaaaaaate hot pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Brands?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not materialistic :D&lt;br /&gt;Give me toilet paper for my birthday present and i'm fine with it, but don't push it &gt;DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many pets do you have?&lt;br /&gt;None T_____T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which came first, the chicken or the egg?&lt;br /&gt;The formidable chicken god lay an egg and it fell from the sky, landing on soft pillows. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aspirations?&lt;br /&gt;I'm.. not getting any for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been to Hawaii?&lt;br /&gt;Scroll up, I WANNA GO THEREEEEEEE and visit my aunt :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you been to countries outside singapore?&lt;br /&gt;China, Korea, Thailand, Malaysia, Australia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag 10 people to do this quiz (randomly, and in no specific order):&lt;br /&gt;- Siyuan&lt;br /&gt;- Jermaine&lt;br /&gt;- Shannon&lt;br /&gt;- Jiawei&lt;br /&gt;- Chengyi&lt;br /&gt;- Janice &gt;D&lt;br /&gt;- Vanessa &gt;DD&lt;br /&gt;- Jacky&lt;br /&gt;- Mabel Ong&lt;br /&gt;- still got who ar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time this survey ended?&lt;br /&gt;10.56pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm being daoed. sniff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-2572921063471110914?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/2572921063471110914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=2572921063471110914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/2572921063471110914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/2572921063471110914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2008/11/quiz-1-janice.html' title='quiz 1 -- janice'/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-2195621305054360031</id><published>2008-11-19T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T21:27:01.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one republic - apologise</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;one republic - apologise&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="319"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pxo2-WpP50Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pxo2-WpP50Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="319"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding on your rope,&lt;br /&gt;Got me ten feet off the ground&lt;br /&gt;I'm hearin what you say but I just can't make a sound&lt;br /&gt;You tell me that you need me&lt;br /&gt;Then you go and cut me down, but wait&lt;br /&gt;You tell me that you're sorry&lt;br /&gt;Didn't think I'd turn around, and say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too late to apologize, it's too late&lt;br /&gt;I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd take another chance, take a fall&lt;br /&gt;Take a shot for you&lt;br /&gt;And I need you like a heart needs a beat&lt;br /&gt;But it's nothin new&lt;br /&gt;I loved you with a fire red-&lt;br /&gt;Now it's turning blue, and you say...&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry" like the angel heaven let me think was you&lt;br /&gt;But I'm afraid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too late to apologize, it's too late&lt;br /&gt;I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge (guitar/piano)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too late to apologize, it's too late&lt;br /&gt;I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late&lt;br /&gt;It's too late to apologize, yeah&lt;br /&gt;I said it's too late to apologize, yeah-&lt;br /&gt;I'm holdin on your rope, got me ten feet off the ground...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just learnt to play this song on the guitarrrrr! &lt;br /&gt;darn coooool.&lt;br /&gt;oh and by the way, if anyone has the piano score&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;big&gt;PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;send it to me. i'm desperate for it &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it'll be heaven if i were to put down my guitar and play the bridge with piano, then continue on the guitar again LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-2195621305054360031?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/2195621305054360031/comments/default' 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src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-5049301079504202963</id><published>2008-11-17T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T13:27:10.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tag replies :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;tag replies!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;siyuan:&lt;/b&gt; awww see how nice i am to you, TREAT ME BETTER YOUNG LADY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;bridget:&lt;/b&gt; LAWL WHUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;valencia:&lt;/b&gt; HEYY SHANNONNNN. yea i'm missing you loaaaads right now xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;winky:&lt;/b&gt; okay soon :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;yingqin:&lt;/b&gt; kayyyy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;siyuan:&lt;/b&gt; no way dude. no way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;janice:&lt;/b&gt; DAH JANICEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;john:&lt;/b&gt; lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;kahyi:&lt;/b&gt; okay :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;mo:&lt;/b&gt; yoyo mo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;vanessa:&lt;/b&gt; yeaaa see you real soon kay :D remember to tell me if a tennis court is available! i'll fly down there xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;valencia:&lt;/b&gt; YO &lt;s&gt;short&lt;/s&gt;tall friend! hahaha. yea qiuhui fills my mind with baaaaad memories &gt;.&gt; argh as if she's very tall. grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;esna:&lt;/b&gt; hey notverytallperson! yeaaa i wanna go back to school &lt;s&gt;omg i'm mad&lt;/s&gt; haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;siyuan:&lt;/b&gt; I AM NOT EMOING LOL WHY EVERYBODY SAY I EMO D&lt; i just like the songsssssss heh. yea i know i'm chio *blush* LAWL. &lt;s&gt;justkiddin&lt;/s&gt;. stay happy and chio too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;steph:&lt;/b&gt; yoooooooooo stephhhhh! i miss you tooooo! haha yala yala you have gorgeeeous eyes xD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tag replies are &lt;b&gt;&lt;big&gt;DONEEEEEEEE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay back to rotting.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;rotting in progress &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;10%&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;20%&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;30%&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;40%&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;50%&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;60%&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;70%&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;80%&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;90%&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;100%&lt;br /&gt;rotting completed.&lt;br /&gt;goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;you know this is just a successful attempt in wasting space right ;D&lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-5049301079504202963?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/5049301079504202963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=5049301079504202963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/5049301079504202963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/5049301079504202963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2008/11/tag-replies-d.html' title='tag replies :D'/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-4550844900009450240</id><published>2008-11-12T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T00:42:08.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Chris Daughtry - Over You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="319"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mcAt_OpRtXI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mcAt_OpRtXI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="319"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that it’s all said and done&lt;br /&gt;I can’t believe you were the one&lt;br /&gt;To build me up and tear me down&lt;br /&gt;Like an old abandoned house&lt;br /&gt;What you said when you left&lt;br /&gt;Just left me cold and out of breath&lt;br /&gt;I fell too far, was in way too deep&lt;br /&gt;Guess I let you get the best of meeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I never saw it coming&lt;br /&gt;I should have started running&lt;br /&gt;A long, time agooo&lt;br /&gt;And I never thought I’d doubt you&lt;br /&gt;I’m better off without you&lt;br /&gt;More than you, more than you know&lt;br /&gt;I’m slowly getting closure&lt;br /&gt;I guess it’s really over&lt;br /&gt;I’m finally gettin’ better&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m picking up the pieces&lt;br /&gt;From spending all of these years&lt;br /&gt;Putting my heart back together&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause the day I thought I’d never get through&lt;br /&gt;I got over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You took a hammer to these walls&lt;br /&gt;Dragged the memories down the hall&lt;br /&gt;Packed your bags and walked away&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing I could say,&lt;br /&gt;And when you slammed the front door shut&lt;br /&gt;A lot of others opened up&lt;br /&gt;So did my eyes so I could see&lt;br /&gt;That you never were the best for meee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I never saw it coming&lt;br /&gt;I should have started running&lt;br /&gt;A long, time agooo!&lt;br /&gt;And I never thought I’d doubt you&lt;br /&gt;I’m better off without you&lt;br /&gt;More than you, more than you know&lt;br /&gt;I’m slowly getting closure&lt;br /&gt;I guess it’s really over&lt;br /&gt;I’m finally getting’ better&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m picking up the pieces&lt;br /&gt;From spending all of these years&lt;br /&gt;Putting my heart back together&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause the day I thought I’d never get through&lt;br /&gt;I got over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never saw it coming&lt;br /&gt;I should have started running&lt;br /&gt;A long, long time agooo&lt;br /&gt;And I never thought I’d doubt you&lt;br /&gt;I’m better off without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I never saw it coming&lt;br /&gt;I should have started running&lt;br /&gt;I’m finally getting better&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m picking up the pieces&lt;br /&gt;From spending all of these years&lt;br /&gt;Putting my heart back together&lt;br /&gt;And I got over you&lt;br /&gt;And I got over you&lt;br /&gt;And I got over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day I thought I’d never get through&lt;br /&gt;I got over you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;******************RANDOM FLASH!******************&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does your name say about u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: hot&lt;br /&gt;B: loves people&lt;br /&gt;C: good kisser&lt;br /&gt;D: makes people laugh&lt;br /&gt;E: has gorgeous eyes&lt;br /&gt;F: people wild and crazy adore you&lt;br /&gt;G: very outgoing&lt;br /&gt;H: easy to fall in love with&lt;br /&gt;I: loves to laugh and smile&lt;br /&gt;J: is really sweet&lt;br /&gt;K: really silly&lt;br /&gt;L: smile to die for&lt;br /&gt;M: makes dating fun&lt;br /&gt;N: can kick the heck out of u&lt;br /&gt;O: has one of the best personalities ever&lt;br /&gt;P: popular with all types of people&lt;br /&gt;Q: a hypocrite&lt;br /&gt;R: good boyfriend or girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;S: cute&lt;br /&gt;T: very good kisser&lt;br /&gt;U: is very sexual&lt;br /&gt;V: not judgmental&lt;br /&gt;W: very broad minded&lt;br /&gt;X: never let people tell you what to do&lt;br /&gt;Y: is loved by everyone&lt;br /&gt;Z: can be funny and dumb at times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a random thingy i quoted from a blog,&lt;br /&gt;and all i can say about it is&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;do not believe a single shyt it says.&lt;br /&gt;so unreliable &gt;.&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-4550844900009450240?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/4550844900009450240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=4550844900009450240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/4550844900009450240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/4550844900009450240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2008/11/random-stuff.html' title='random stuff'/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-4880634442071514025</id><published>2008-11-05T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T16:29:24.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>david archuleta - crush</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;David Archuleta - Crush&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="319"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TEnLBxSt_rw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TEnLBxSt_rw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="319"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hung up the phone tonight&lt;br /&gt;something happened for the first time deep inside&lt;br /&gt;its was a rush, what a rush&lt;br /&gt;cause the possibility that you would&lt;br /&gt;ever feel the same way about me&lt;br /&gt;just too much, just too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do I keep running from the truth&lt;br /&gt;all I ever think about is you&lt;br /&gt;you got me hypnotized, so mesmerized&lt;br /&gt;and I just got to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you ever think when your all alone all that we can be where this thing can go&lt;br /&gt;am I crazy or falling in love is it real, or just another crush&lt;br /&gt;do you catch a breath when I look at you&lt;br /&gt;are you holding back like the way I do&lt;br /&gt;cause im tryin, tryin to walk away&lt;br /&gt;but I know this crush aint goin away, goin away&lt;br /&gt;has it ever crossed your mind,&lt;br /&gt;when were hangin, spending time girl&lt;br /&gt;are we just friends is there more, is there more&lt;br /&gt;see it's a chance that we've gotta take&lt;br /&gt;cause I believe that we can make this into something&lt;br /&gt;that will last, last forever, forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you ever think when your all alone all that we can be where this thing can go&lt;br /&gt;am I crazy or falling in love? is it real or just another crush&lt;br /&gt;do you catch a breath when I look at you&lt;br /&gt;are you holding back like the way I do&lt;br /&gt;cause im tryin, tryin to walk away&lt;br /&gt;but I know this crush aint goin away, goin away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do I keep running from the truth&lt;br /&gt;all I ever think about is you&lt;br /&gt;you got me hypnotized, so mesmerized&lt;br /&gt;and I just got to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you ever think when your all alone all that we can be where this thing can go&lt;br /&gt;am I crazy or falling in love? is it real or just another crush&lt;br /&gt;do you catch a breath when I look at you&lt;br /&gt;are you holding back like the way I do&lt;br /&gt;cause im tryin, tryin to walk away&lt;br /&gt;but I know this crush aint goin away, goin away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crushes are saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad, aww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's gonna be another ckps talk discussion tomorrow, and i have to attend it cause i missed the last one :3&lt;br /&gt;gonna do on facilities, yea. wonder what i'd do when i face those p6s. &lt;br /&gt;oh yea, may be doing some top secret stuff tomorrow &gt;D if my plan fails then, i'll carry out the plan on friday. haha. beware, you're in for a scare. (maybe not)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f208/LisaKoh/useyourimagination.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks spongebob, but i guess imaginations don't help no more D: they never do come true. we don't live in bikini bottom DD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sayounara! till next time peeps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-4880634442071514025?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/4880634442071514025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=4880634442071514025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/4880634442071514025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/4880634442071514025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2008/11/david-archuleta-crush.html' title='david archuleta - crush'/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-5999258413195033709</id><published>2008-10-27T09:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T10:11:52.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally posted :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;tag replies! :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;since there's overwhelming response to communicate with me :3, i'll only reply a few yea&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;u-noe-who:&lt;/b&gt; i would try if he were to talk to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;siyuan:&lt;/b&gt; yea i already suanned you with chem and maths :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;jiawei:&lt;/b&gt; hey jiawei~ okay i'll link you soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;mo:&lt;/b&gt; yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;bridget:&lt;/b&gt; waseh i lend you umbrella you say you don't wanna have yuan2 fen4 with me DDD: i'm hurt! hahah you were wrong dude. so wrong. i terrorized you and xinyu with my ultra finger poking technic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;janice:&lt;/b&gt; YO JANICE! ;D i miss you looooots too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;john:&lt;/b&gt; whut voldemort :O post liao la haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;pk:&lt;/b&gt; hehe pk! i reply liao la ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;john:&lt;/b&gt; font? o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;siyuan:&lt;/b&gt; LOL. &gt;:(&gt;:(&gt;:(&gt;:(&gt;:( fine i'll relink soon enough :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;john:&lt;/b&gt; post liao la xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;valencia:&lt;/b&gt; MUAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAH &gt;:D (thats all i could think of LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;bridget:&lt;/b&gt; hahahah looks like you really had alot of fun on the train eh. while i was busy holding.. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;esna:&lt;/b&gt; LOL. nintendoDSnintendoDSnintendoDSnintendoDSnintendoDSnintendoDSnintendoDS&lt;br /&gt;nintendoDSnintendoDSnintendoDSnintendoDSnintendoDSnintendoDSnintendoDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;siyuan:&lt;/b&gt; aww what crap D: okay your wish is my command.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;steph:&lt;/b&gt; YO NON-LA! okay i'll update according to siyuan's wishes :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;done! hehe thanks to the shortcut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so i'm currently stuck at home cause i'm afraid SOMEBODY would be pissed and angry at me DDD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;okay not entirely. its cause i wanna stay home and slack, but the SOMEBODY idea has a weightage of 50% yea.. =/&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay siyuan! here's what you wished for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrap&lt;br /&gt;crapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrap&lt;br /&gt;crapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrap&lt;br /&gt;crapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrap&lt;br /&gt;crapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrap&lt;br /&gt;crapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrap&lt;br /&gt;crapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrap&lt;br /&gt;crapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrap&lt;br /&gt;crapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrap&lt;br /&gt;crapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrap&lt;br /&gt;crapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrap&lt;br /&gt;crapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrap&lt;br /&gt;crapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrap&lt;br /&gt;crapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrap&lt;br /&gt;crapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lazy to spam more. this tells you to becareful what you wish for ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;NGSIYUAN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;s&gt;okaythatwasrandomlytypedxD&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to adhere to more of siyuan's wishes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;How School Sucks and we still have to Go to School:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. other schools freaking ended last thursday and here i am blogging about how -.- my school is.&lt;br /&gt;2. i have to go to school tomorrow?!&lt;br /&gt;3. my poor bus driver has to work extra days as compared to other bus drivers.&lt;br /&gt;4. everybody will be pissed at the school.&lt;br /&gt;5. less sleep D:&lt;br /&gt;6. less gaming time D:&lt;br /&gt;7. easier to have SOMEBODY get mad at you for going out with family D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, i just thought of the good points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. look on the bright side, the mrt will be less crowded ;DD&lt;br /&gt;2. more going out with buddies! (after school, you know, have lunch/catch a movie/ neoprints or smth (: )&lt;br /&gt;3. er.... fun with friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hokay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lemme post a random pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;RANDOM PIC OF THE DAY:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f208/LisaKoh/titanicrock.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jermaine, xinyu with therese *cough* behind her, me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the purpose of the picture is to show..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;I'M TALL&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i am in this particular pic. i look almost the same height as xinyu and therese, dont' i? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sayounara till next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-5999258413195033709?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/5999258413195033709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=5999258413195033709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/5999258413195033709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/5999258413195033709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2008/10/finally-posted-d.html' title='finally posted :D'/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-6908059065983659711</id><published>2008-10-11T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T10:05:38.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>treasure the people before you</title><content type='html'>i'm supposedly not in the mood to post but.. just wanna say 2 things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i bought a rose pink nintendo ds (:&lt;br /&gt;2. always treasure the people before you. you'll never know when you'll never see them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my cousin,&lt;br /&gt;may you have a safe journey and will god bless you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-6908059065983659711?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/6908059065983659711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=6908059065983659711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/6908059065983659711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/6908059065983659711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2008/10/treausre-people-before-you.html' title='treasure the people before you'/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-5251510879257377335</id><published>2008-10-10T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T21:21:47.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EYAS ARE OVERRRRRRRRRR</title><content type='html'>OMG EOYS/EYAS/FYAS ARE OVERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR&lt;br /&gt;RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR&lt;br /&gt;RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKE FINALLY. AND JERMAINE JUST MADE ME HYPER BY LISTING THE THINGS WE COULD DO NOW, AFTER EXAMS, FREE FROM WORRYING, FREE FROM EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU CAN JUST PLAY EAT SLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T FREAKING BELIEVE THIS IS JUST HAVE TO POST IN CAPS HAHAHAHAHAHHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE ARE SEVEN THINGS WHICH MADE ME HAPPY TODAYYYYYYYYY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE: WATCHED HUAPI, DAMN NICE SHOW THOUGH I WASN'T TOUCHED ONE BIT ;X&lt;br /&gt;TWO: TOOK 3 ROUNDS OF NEOPRINTS HAHAHAHAHAH SHARED AMONG 5 PEOPLE SO I USED 6.40 IN TOTAL SOLELY ON NEOPRINTS LOL&lt;br /&gt;THREE: I FREAKING PASSED JAP OMGOMGOMGOGMOGMOGMOGMG WHEN I SAW MY MARKS I WAS LIKE *JAWDROP* CAAAAAAAAAN? I GOT 2.4 SOMEMORE LOL. I WAS SOOOO EXPECTING AND READY FOR A FAIL BUT NOOOOOOOOO XDDDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;FOUR: THINKING ABOUT EXAMS BEING OVERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR&lt;br /&gt;FIVE: CAN SLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP CAUSE TOMORROW'S A SATURDAY NO SCHOOL WOOTS&lt;br /&gt;SIX: CAN PLAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY OMGOGMOGMG WITHOUT HAVING TO WORRY? CAAAAN OMG IT ROCKS.&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN: TODAY WAS ENJOYABLE AND YOU KNOW WHY HAHAHAHAHHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE SEVEN THINGS I LOVE ABOUT AFTER EXAMS! OKAY YOU CAN SEE THIS IS AN ATTEMPT FAILURE OF CHANGING 'SEVEN THINGS' BY MILEY CYRUS RIGHT HAHAHAHA BUT WHO CARES. I DON'T REALLY LIKE THAT SONG ANYWAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OHMYGOD I STILL CAN'T BELIEVE. I. AM. FREE. FREE. FREE. FREE. FREE. FREE. FREE. FREE. FREE. FREE. FREE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SWEAR I DIDN'T COPY AND PASTE THAT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO HAVE FUN YOU GUYS. THOSE WHO JUST STAAAAAAAAAAARTED THEIR EXAMINATIONS HAHAHAHA. IN YOUR FACEEEEEEEEE DUDEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THIS DAY &lt;3333333333333333333333333333&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-5251510879257377335?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/5251510879257377335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=5251510879257377335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/5251510879257377335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/5251510879257377335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2008/10/eyas-are-overrrrrrrrrr.html' title='EYAS ARE OVERRRRRRRRRR'/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-521725032202298640</id><published>2008-09-28T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T22:49:42.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>memorable</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Today was memorable ;DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really wanna thank you for listening (: and always being there when i needed someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.. to everybody,&lt;br /&gt;Jiayou for EOYs okay! It'll be heaven when it's done and over with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO WORK HARD FOR NOWWWWWWWWW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-521725032202298640?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/521725032202298640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=521725032202298640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/521725032202298640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/521725032202298640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2008/09/memorable.html' title='memorable'/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-7603634731396092926</id><published>2008-09-22T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T21:21:11.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yay 7 things quiz!</title><content type='html'>7 things that scare you :&lt;br /&gt;1. Life without my family&lt;br /&gt;2. Life without you ;D&lt;br /&gt;3. Life without computer&lt;br /&gt;4. Life with only books and more books&lt;br /&gt;5. A life in black and white&lt;br /&gt;6. You spending too much money on me :/&lt;br /&gt;7. Life without lameeeeee siyuan ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 things that you like the most:&lt;br /&gt;1. My family!&lt;br /&gt;2. You!&lt;br /&gt;3. Ghost stories/ movies!&lt;br /&gt;4. Computer!&lt;br /&gt;5. Slacking and doing whatever you want, wherever, whenever!&lt;br /&gt;6. Camwhoring! (LOL)&lt;br /&gt;7. Outings with close friends ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 important things in my room:&lt;br /&gt;1. Computer &lt;br /&gt;2. Handphone&lt;br /&gt;3. Plugs to charge stuff with&lt;br /&gt;4. Waterbottle&lt;br /&gt;5. Bed&lt;br /&gt;6. Leona Lewis CD &lt;br /&gt;7. Table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 random facts about me:&lt;br /&gt;1. I love being lame/random/sarcastic&lt;br /&gt;2. I love lame/random people&lt;br /&gt;3. I love music&lt;br /&gt;4. I love chatting online&lt;br /&gt;5. I love drawing/playingcheemsongsonthepiano&lt;br /&gt;6. My room is in a totalllllllll mess&lt;br /&gt;7. I love whoever who loves me alot alot ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 things I plan to do before I die:&lt;br /&gt;1. Do everything i wanna do with my family and you&lt;br /&gt;2. Say everything i wanna say with my family and you&lt;br /&gt;3. Spend every single second with my family and you&lt;br /&gt;4. Slap those who i hate and never get hit back =X&lt;br /&gt;5. Rob a bank and spend all the money on whatever i want ._____.&lt;br /&gt;6. Go around the world!&lt;br /&gt;7. To be with those who i love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 things I can't do:&lt;br /&gt;1. Be perfect&lt;br /&gt;2. Do. a. proper. hand. stand.&lt;br /&gt;3. Back roll by myself ._____.&lt;br /&gt;4. Baby freeze&lt;br /&gt;5. Play computer games whenever i want to T______T&lt;br /&gt;6. Overcome stage fright&lt;br /&gt;7. Grow TALLER. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 things you are attracted to the opposite sex:&lt;br /&gt;1. Cheerful&lt;br /&gt;2. Optimistic&lt;br /&gt;3. Awesome character&lt;br /&gt;4. Caring&lt;br /&gt;5. Sensitive&lt;br /&gt;6. A little obsessive =XX&lt;br /&gt;7. Funny! Lame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 things I always say:&lt;br /&gt;1. LOLLLLLLLLLLLLL&lt;br /&gt;2. uhhhh...&lt;br /&gt;3. LAME LAAAA&lt;br /&gt;4. HAHAHAAHAHAHAHHAHAA&lt;br /&gt;5. waseh..&lt;br /&gt;6. YAYYYY NO PREFECT &lt;br /&gt;7. you're the best ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 People you want them to do this quiz:&lt;br /&gt;1. John&lt;br /&gt;2. Siyuan&lt;br /&gt;3. Jermaine&lt;br /&gt;4. Shannon&lt;br /&gt;5. Esna&lt;br /&gt;6. Janice&lt;br /&gt;7. Jacky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whereas for the tag replies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GIVE UP LOLLLLLL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-7603634731396092926?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/7603634731396092926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=7603634731396092926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/7603634731396092926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/7603634731396092926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2008/09/yay-7-things-quiz.html' title='yay 7 things quiz!'/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-7616244473061951331</id><published>2008-09-17T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T10:15:27.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>this night, is a baaad night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[deleted for good purposes]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit: thanks guys! i love you! for making this day better ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-7616244473061951331?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/7616244473061951331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=7616244473061951331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/7616244473061951331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/7616244473061951331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-1715901559414144337</id><published>2008-09-09T20:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T22:33:45.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MEME TIMEEE</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;*TOP BREAKING NEWS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;according to siyuan the great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOOK LIKE THAI + VIET + MALAY + EURASIAN! AND INDO CHI.&lt;br /&gt;omg lol.&lt;br /&gt;i like the 'eurasian' part though :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey peeps guess what. IT'S MEME TIMEEEEEE.&lt;br /&gt;and this time, it's a secret meme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in this secret meme, the questions will not be revealed :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Next to each number, write only the name of the person who fits.&lt;br /&gt;2. Answer one question with one name.&lt;br /&gt;3. Don't tell the questions to anyone who isn't doing the meme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;1. JANICE :D&lt;br /&gt;2. jacky.. i guess LOL.&lt;br /&gt;3. this question is redundant. cause i already love myself~&lt;br /&gt;4. may &lt;br /&gt;5. claire&lt;br /&gt;6. VANESSA :D&lt;br /&gt;7. claire LOLWHUTYOUAGAIN&lt;br /&gt;8. vanessa&amp;janice&lt;br /&gt;9. vanessa&amp;janice! and.. you :P&lt;br /&gt;10. my mom ;D&lt;br /&gt;11. VANESSA LOL&lt;br /&gt;12. my mom and my sis and vanessa and janice and steph and MYSELF WAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;13. got meh..?&lt;br /&gt;14. TAN CHONG RONG.&lt;br /&gt;15. TAN CHONG RONG.&lt;br /&gt;16. stephanie heh&lt;br /&gt;17. eleanor&lt;br /&gt;18. siyuan &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. my mom ;D&lt;br /&gt;20. siyuan. cause she thinks she's married LOLLL&lt;br /&gt;21. uh.. bian tai much?&lt;br /&gt;22. BIAN TAI LOL&lt;br /&gt;23. nobody bosses me around &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;24. i'm not THAT hateble D:&lt;br /&gt;25. SIYUAN LOL&lt;br /&gt;26. i won't do that.. O__O&lt;br /&gt;27. john haha&lt;br /&gt;28. TAN CHONG RONG.&lt;br /&gt;29. ....&lt;br /&gt;30. I LOVE YOU PEOPLE ;DDDD cause i know you love me too &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;tag replies:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;jacky:&lt;/b&gt; hahah chill dude. john also spell until hohn then now kena suanned :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;siyuan:&lt;/b&gt; you dieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. purple is the &lt;3333. it isn't ghey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;jermaine:&lt;/b&gt; I SAW HIM ENTERING THE GENTS TODAY LOL. too bad i daren't crash him alone LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;vanessa:&lt;/b&gt; HEYYYY THANKYOU ;DDDD yea see you soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;bridget:&lt;/b&gt; thanks but no thanks &gt;=D youspammeyouspammeyouspammeyouspammeyouspamme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;john:&lt;/b&gt; LOLLLLL hohny?!?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;jacky:&lt;/b&gt; see, you kena suanned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;john:&lt;/b&gt; as usual! XDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;qihui:&lt;/b&gt; okay! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;bridget:&lt;/b&gt; youspammeryouspammeryouspammeryouspammer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;valencia:&lt;/b&gt; HELLO PURPLE LOVER ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;samantha:&lt;/b&gt; heyyyy! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;qixuan:&lt;/b&gt; too bad your name shall be revealed here. you are t3h lamz0rz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;esna:&lt;/b&gt; LOL I'M NOT A CHIMPANZEE. anyway thanks :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;shannon:&lt;/b&gt; HAHHA okayyyy i've tagged ya &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;siyuan:&lt;/b&gt; LOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;tag count!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jacky: 2&lt;br /&gt;siyuan: 2&lt;br /&gt;jermaine: 1&lt;br /&gt;vanessa: 1&lt;br /&gt;bridget: 2&lt;br /&gt;john: 2&lt;br /&gt;qihui: 1&lt;br /&gt;shannon: 2&lt;br /&gt;samantha: 1&lt;br /&gt;qixuan: 1&lt;br /&gt;esna: 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woahhhh many pars today eh ;D&lt;br /&gt;so the winners are &lt;b&gt;jacky, siyuan, bridget, john and shannon!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was funnnnn haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-1715901559414144337?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/1715901559414144337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=1715901559414144337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/1715901559414144337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/1715901559414144337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2008/09/meme-timeee.html' title='MEME TIMEEE'/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-582431851301145268</id><published>2008-09-08T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T22:47:58.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHA</title><content type='html'>i just found this LOL-able. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chong Rong says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;r u doing work now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chong Rong says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;`                   lis(: says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chong Rong says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;r u free now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;`                   lis(: says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chong Rong says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;`                   lis(: says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;busy breathing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chong Rong says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTH LA LISA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll edit this post some day. someday. xD&lt;br /&gt;today was fun. and i hope tomorrow will memorable ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-582431851301145268?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/582431851301145268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=582431851301145268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/582431851301145268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/582431851301145268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2008/09/haha.html' title='HAHA'/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-1970358078517842071</id><published>2008-09-05T13:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T13:41:42.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new bg!</title><content type='html'>yay my blog has a new skin! i think imma change the theme to blue after the eyas.. hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, enjoy the purple! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;tag replies:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;xinyu:&lt;/b&gt; YO XINYU! ;D happy hols to you too~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;jacky:&lt;/b&gt; aiya nevermind la. fine you win you're taller &gt;.&gt; &lt;s&gt;andmorehorizontallyinclinednow&lt;/s&gt;. heh? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chengyi:&lt;/b&gt; yeaaaaa! :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;john:&lt;/b&gt; woah i see what 3 years in gep has done to you john :O (XDDD!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;john:&lt;/b&gt; LOLLLLLL jelly - agar agar powder! hahaha. my english is so powderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;mo:&lt;/b&gt; hmm ymca.. go google it up. it's an abbreviation for many. there's even a song named ymca xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;highest tagger....&lt;br /&gt;actually all posted on only 1 day each. &lt;br /&gt;so i shall count by the 'longness' of the post.&lt;br /&gt;*drumrolls*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;john!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woah i'm so lucky i dont' give out prizes for this. or i'll be broke. and john'll be rich. hahaha xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;off to grab some lunch! i'm starving ._.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byeeeeee &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-1970358078517842071?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/1970358078517842071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=1970358078517842071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/1970358078517842071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/1970358078517842071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-bg.html' title='new bg!'/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-615840579562586983</id><published>2008-09-01T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T12:15:28.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm glad to say, everything has changed for the better! :D yay cheer for me thankyou.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna say a special thanks to everybody who helped me during my fall. especially you there! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay this is getting way too emotional. let's all cuddle and cry together. (damn i'm being lame again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well.. back to picture posts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are plain &lt;b&gt;HEE-LAA-RI-OUS&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f208/LisaKoh/lolcat1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f208/LisaKoh/lolcat11.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f208/LisaKoh/lolcat12.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f208/LisaKoh/lolcat14.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YMCA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f208/LisaKoh/lolcat3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omglolololololololololololololololol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f208/LisaKoh/lolcat5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f208/LisaKoh/lolcat6.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f208/LisaKoh/lolcat8.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFLOLMAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY ARE TEH ADORABLEZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(if you failed to laugh, you have no life, dude.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hookay.. saturday pictures (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to watch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.cinematical.com/media/2008/02/walle1.jpg" height=400 width=250&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was soooooo adorable &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll remember that show like, forever :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea while queuing up for tickets, look at these LOL-able pics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f208/LisaKoh/DSC04868.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f208/LisaKoh/DSC04869.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the artists should seriously join the creativity club. hahaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday!  &lt;br /&gt;it was seriously awesome.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey i bought my new camera! SIYUAN AND I ARE RELATED NAOOOO. we've the exact same camera =X don't kill me siyuan. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it looks like.. this: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mobilewhack.com/t20-pink.jpg" height=200 width=300&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img147.imageshack.us/img147/3451/dsct70pinkcg8.jpg" height=350 width=250&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chioooo &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;i know you're jealous. i just know it :3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea and i walked 3 times around the fountain of wealth, making a wish.&lt;br /&gt;actually i made a lot of wishes la. hahahha i'm one greedy person ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f208/LisaKoh/DSC04896.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea.. i stupidly fell sick. so went to guardian pharmacy and this is something i saw..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f208/LisaKoh/DSC04895.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geddit? nvm. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea today's teacher's day right! ALRIGHT MAN. here are some foam roses i made, going out to all teachers out there :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f208/LisaKoh/DSC04871.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay, some random pictures to end this post off with ;D (as usual)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f208/LisaKoh/DSC04825.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey you know about this type of material? they'll shrink to one-third of it's original size when heated. soo cooooool right! yea i know ;D&lt;br /&gt;i'm soooo throwing this into the microwave some day. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f208/LisaKoh/DSC04813.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY FINE. i know i drew it wrongly. and now it looks sooooo wrong. haha. the thumbs shouldn't be shown. or else.. &lt;br /&gt;yea it'll look wrong T___T&lt;br /&gt;wrong.&lt;br /&gt;wrong.&lt;br /&gt;wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY I'M DONEEEE&lt;br /&gt;moving on to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;tag replies:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;mo:&lt;/b&gt; hahahah school is like a vacuum cleaner xD true. true. yeaa i saw you in the mrt! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;john:&lt;/b&gt; LOL school sarks la heh. jiayou on your work (: i don't take weird photos!! &gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;siyuan:&lt;/b&gt; HAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA, &lt;s&gt;mrschoo is fatter&lt;/s&gt;. haven't you heard the quote "pigs are gentle, sensitive and intelligent animals"? :DDDDD oh and i know my face is nice. don't needa boost my ego :3 your blog interesting la very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chengyi:&lt;/b&gt; yea i must admit i WAS emo. notice the past tense in capital letters. hahaha. emo days are ovaaaa. so over. yea i love the songs too! they should be the top 10 in singapore la. not like.. okay nvm (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;siyuan:&lt;/b&gt; yay meeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;john:&lt;/b&gt; LOL i got act meh! -dao you- eh.. your blog privated. cannot link =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chengyi:&lt;/b&gt; hehehe(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;stephanie:&lt;/b&gt; i blame your photography skillllsssssss. whatcha' do 'bout it? ;DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;john:&lt;/b&gt; :O!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;siyuan:&lt;/b&gt; HOW COULD YOU YOU BETRAYERRRR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;stephanie:&lt;/b&gt; NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. i demand a rematch! my teachers were happy to see their exstudents going back! :D&lt;br /&gt;(oh shyt i think i'm going crazy at this point lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;john:&lt;/b&gt; blegh. woah. why are you online so late? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;vanessa:&lt;/b&gt; HELLOO VANESSAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ;D omg i feel so happy being able to see you on saturday ahhaha. hope you're having fun in malaysia like, right now! :D hey i'm gonna persuade and persuade and persuade my mother to let me go on the other outing alright ;D (i'm soo not a lessy fyi heh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;siyuan:&lt;/b&gt; D=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;pk:&lt;/b&gt; LOL spot me where! where where where!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;alanna:&lt;/b&gt; heyyyy! haha it's okay, take your time to reply :D hope you're doing great too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;bridget:&lt;/b&gt; LOL we were like mad people la xD eh? what 2 ghey guys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;bridget:&lt;/b&gt; TOO BAAAAAD. you already made one non-constructive tag. the tag which i am currently replying too. you spammerrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay thankyou to all the people above for helping me keep my blog alive by tagging! hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i'm bored. i shall count how many tags from each person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mo: 1&lt;br /&gt;john: 4&lt;br /&gt;siyuan: 4&lt;br /&gt;chengyi: 2&lt;br /&gt;stephanie: 2&lt;br /&gt;vanessa: 1&lt;br /&gt;alanna: 1 &lt;br /&gt;bridget: 1 (i'll just count you as 1 cause you tagged on the same day wahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the top taggers are... *drumrolls*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;john and siyuan!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;congratulationnnnnnnnnnsssssss&lt;br /&gt;you guys get nothing from me ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay till next time!&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-615840579562586983?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/615840579562586983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=615840579562586983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/615840579562586983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/615840579562586983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-glad-to-say-everything-has-changed.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-2307648193750154432</id><published>2008-08-22T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T17:59:16.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f208/LisaKoh/DSC04461.jpg" height=250 width=350&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yo!&lt;br /&gt;that's a waaaaay beautiful pic don't you agree? ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f208/LisaKoh/DSC04637.jpg" height=250 width=350&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm okay with skies already haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this'll just be some random post cause i'm so damn bored. WAIT NO. NOT RANDOM.&lt;br /&gt;i'm posting cause &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;&lt;BIG&gt;LIT PT IS FINALLY OVAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/BIG&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great riddance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-does victory dance around house for the hundredth time-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.. here's a joke of the day ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is like a vacuum cleaner.&lt;br /&gt;it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-you're supposed to laugh right around.. here-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEY I JUST REMEMBERED. i copied quotes from class hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mrs Choo:&lt;/b&gt; girls, you better not talk. the doors are always open. -flashes stern look-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Xinyu:&lt;/b&gt; they're closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mrs Choo:&lt;/b&gt; some of you people are living in the twilight zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Class:&lt;/b&gt; -tries best to stiffle laughter-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mrs Choo:&lt;/b&gt; most of you are in the eclipse zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Class:&lt;/b&gt; ZOMG HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alagu:&lt;/b&gt; mrs choo! do you read twilight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mrs Choo:&lt;/b&gt; oh i didn't know it was such a hit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(up till now she thinks we were talking about the solar system)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mrs Choo:&lt;/b&gt; I still remember this girl from my class in 1961. -talks crap about her- she's now a grandmother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; *stiffles laughter* and mrs choo's a great great grandmother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mrs Choo:&lt;/b&gt; -asks 'cheem' question- has anybody made the discovery of the century?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Class:&lt;/b&gt; -silence-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mrs Choo:&lt;/b&gt; the 2 lines are mirror images!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alagu:&lt;/b&gt; WOAHHHHHHHHHH THAT'S SOOOOO FASCINATING MRS CHOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mrs Choo:&lt;/b&gt; When i'm teaching, absorb the knowledge, just like how some are your friends are doing. You can't afford to lose out you know. Just like if there's food in front of me, I can't just sit there and watch them eat right? no matter how &lt;u&gt;fat&lt;/u&gt; i am, i'll still eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;class:&lt;/b&gt; HAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mrs Choo:&lt;/b&gt; Grow up girls. It will never happen here, only in peter pan's country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Class:&lt;/b&gt; errrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mrs Choo:&lt;/b&gt; only in neverneverland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Class:&lt;/b&gt; ERRRRRRRRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mrs Choo:&lt;/b&gt; When i say 'smart people listen', it's normally the smart people listening and the not so smart people not listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Xinyu:&lt;/b&gt; wah i'm smart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; hifive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Miss Santhi:&lt;/b&gt; I saw people dancing outside. Come up, I want to see you dance! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wenting:&lt;/b&gt; NO, no. Nobody was dancing. You were just hallucinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Miss Tsung:&lt;/b&gt; i believe you guys have lived in a world of matureness. but some p sixes are....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Somebody:&lt;/b&gt; lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Miss Tsung:&lt;/b&gt; YAAA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f208/LisaKoh/DSC04607.jpg" height=350 width 250&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg who's this! anyway i love this hairstyle :D too bad, i don't know how to tie it myself :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f208/LisaKoh/DSC04648.jpg" height=250 width=350&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was taken using the negative setting. and that's the sunset taken from moelc! this pic's soooo damn cool, looks like the hole from bleach ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f208/LisaKoh/DSC04687.jpg" height=250 width=350&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay here's my sister's bday cake! haha, not so long ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f208/LisaKoh/DSC04794.jpg" height=350 width=250&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is very recent! i took it on wednesday ;DD bought breakingdawn for my sis, came home, drew a replica of the cover on white paper and wrapped it over the book. so cool ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.. finee. since everybody's like "nice censoring", "lisa why you censor your face!"&lt;br /&gt;imma post a non-censored picture okay. here goes.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f208/LisaKoh/Photo0406.jpg" height=250 width=350&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAAAAAAAT!? it isn't my fault that my face wasn't captured on camera right. blame the photographer, stephanie. HAHA just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;tag replies:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;jialin:&lt;/b&gt; hahahha you outdated! XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;siyuan:&lt;/b&gt; OH YESH SHE IS. i know how exciting my blog is thankyou (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;john:&lt;/b&gt; aiya i never get tagged by anybody before lol. except by you, looooong time ago haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;bridget:&lt;/b&gt; LOL i not emo liao la. (: jaychou hahaha okay la. i can accept him better now lol. oh yea i'm an angel that's why i can fly :D YOU SPAM MEEEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;xinyu:&lt;/b&gt; yalo she loves spamming hahaha. CONSTRUCTIVE TAGS LOL. you farny person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;jacky:&lt;/b&gt; yo dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;bridget:&lt;/b&gt; woah you spam my blog too much i shall dao you this time round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;siyuan:&lt;/b&gt; pigs can fly = siyuan can fly! yayyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;john:&lt;/b&gt; updated liao la haha. omg superwoman -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till next time, folks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-2307648193750154432?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/2307648193750154432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=2307648193750154432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/2307648193750154432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/2307648193750154432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2008/08/random_22.html' title='random'/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-7644078068916132910</id><published>2008-08-17T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T01:52:19.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random quiz</title><content type='html'>Ohhmygod what shyt, i didn't do my geog worksheet so i'm 'chionging' it. As usual, i can't concentrate on geog :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i'm gonna do some random quiz i found. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shat time is it?&lt;br /&gt;12.57am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full name&lt;br /&gt;Lisa Koh Shu Hui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the most recent movie that you have seen?&lt;br /&gt;Watched qian bu gou yong at 655, and the mummy at 925 (a pity i slept throughout :O)&lt;br /&gt;So.. I watched the mummy most recently?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place of birth&lt;br /&gt;Singapore &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite food&lt;br /&gt;Woah. Just realised i have no idea :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natural hair color&lt;br /&gt;Black and brown (?) Well it's brown when shone with light haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever been a Neat Freak&lt;br /&gt;Wanna see my room? ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite sport&lt;br /&gt;Swimming, but haven't got to for a looooong time ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Croutons or bacon bits&lt;br /&gt;Croutons. I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Day of the Week&lt;br /&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite restaurant&lt;br /&gt;Swensens &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Flower&lt;br /&gt;White/ Black/ Purple/ Pink Orchid (wow am i patronic xD)&lt;br /&gt;White/ Black/ Pink/ Red Rose O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite sport to watch&lt;br /&gt;Gymnastics&lt;br /&gt;Never got the chance to watch archery though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite drink&lt;br /&gt;Depends on my mood lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite ice cream&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate (though sometimes it gives me a headache T_T)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warner Brothers or Disney&lt;br /&gt;Disney!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever been on a ship&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Remembered i was placed in this childcare with my sister and got a face painting. Was so young i thought it was something illegal so i ran to the toilet and washed it off -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What color is your bedroom flooring&lt;br /&gt;Light brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Destination&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere overseas omg. &lt;br /&gt;But Shangri-la hotel would be just fine for now (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From who is your last email from?&lt;br /&gt;Friendster! Haha melissa added me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when you are bored?&lt;br /&gt;Play computer, watch tv, play piano. Would love to spam sms but keep overshooting -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bedtime&lt;br /&gt;After 12am dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the person that you are most curious to see their responses&lt;br /&gt;Nobody. This is just some random quiz to relieve my boredom -yawn-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Television Shows&lt;br /&gt;Spongebob Squarepants, Wizards of Waverly Place, manymanymore lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last person you went to dinner with&lt;br /&gt;Oh man i didn't have a proper dinner today. &lt;br /&gt;Oh well, ate popcorn with my family in the cinema ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Park or Zoo&lt;br /&gt;Both! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your favorite colors&lt;br /&gt;Eh.. okay let's see&lt;br /&gt;violet&lt;br /&gt;baby blue&lt;br /&gt;baby pink&lt;br /&gt;black&lt;br /&gt;white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Brands?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a materialistic person. Not into this kinda stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many pets do you have?&lt;br /&gt;None. I WANT ONE T-T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which came first, the chicken or the egg&lt;br /&gt;Hey god, which one came first?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aspirations?&lt;br /&gt;To be the richest multibillionaire in the whole wide world. Richer than Bill Gates!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;-yawn-&lt;br /&gt;Huh? Oh i was just dreaming ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been to Hawaii?&lt;br /&gt;No T______T My aunt lives there (y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you been to countries outside Singapore?&lt;br /&gt;Yeap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time this survey ended&lt;br /&gt;1.12am&lt;br /&gt;Hey it's my first attempt in quizzes &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;tag replies!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;matt:&lt;/b&gt; hey.. lol i almost forgot my blog's open to public :O!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;liluan:&lt;/b&gt; hello! haha thankyou ;D you're so kinddd unlike SOMEBODY. and that SOMEBODY refers to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;siyuan:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt; this person over here! hahhahaa. too bad she already boosted my ego. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;jermaine:&lt;/b&gt; haha okay i'll go tag! ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;bridget:&lt;/b&gt; LOL funny tag but i hate you &gt;=D yes da tang shuang long zhuan! i was trying so hard to tell you that show, (cause i forgot the name haha) and now you finally ask me if i know it -.- oh well. blame me for forgetting the name.&lt;br /&gt;ohhh his name's ron ng? nevermind i prefer huang zhongze ;D&lt;br /&gt;lin feng, huang zhongze! woah why is your tag reply especially long? i blame you for mentioning lin feng and huang zhongze~ hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;xinyu:&lt;/b&gt; yes xinyu i blogged!~ XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;esna:&lt;/b&gt; really? :O oh i see haha. YES IT WAS FUNNNNN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;siyuan:&lt;/b&gt; i hate you cause you can fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;steph:&lt;/b&gt; heyy steph! hahaha sandra is like so funny. oops i can't be online anytime soon (ithink). gotta chiong lit pt rememberr? :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww man it's over already? &lt;br /&gt;I have to face terrifying horrible mind boggling geog no matter how i run from it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Off to resume the torture ._.&lt;br /&gt;Shucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lis(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-7644078068916132910?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/7644078068916132910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=7644078068916132910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/7644078068916132910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/7644078068916132910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2008/08/random-quiz.html' title='random quiz'/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-5775731038634087995</id><published>2008-08-10T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T23:29:58.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rihanna, cry</title><content type='html'>yay another wonderful song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;cry - rihanna&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="319"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WgsrsZbco1U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WgsrsZbco1U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="319"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm not the type to get my heart broken&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the type to get upset and cry&lt;br /&gt;Cause I never leave my heart open&lt;br /&gt;Never hurts me to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Relationships don't get deep to me&lt;br /&gt;Never got the whole in love thing&lt;br /&gt;And someone can say they love me truely&lt;br /&gt;But at the time it didn't mean a thing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind is gone, i'm spinning round&lt;br /&gt;And deep inside, my tears i'll drown&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing grip, what's happening&lt;br /&gt;I stray from love, this is how I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time was different&lt;br /&gt;Felt like, I was just a victim&lt;br /&gt;And it cut me like a knife&lt;br /&gt;When you walked out of my life&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm, in this condition&lt;br /&gt;And i've, got all the symptoms&lt;br /&gt;Of a girl with a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;But no matter what you'll never see me cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did it happen when we first kissed&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's hurting me to let it go&lt;br /&gt;Maybe cause we spent so much time&lt;br /&gt;And I know that it's no more&lt;br /&gt;I shoulda never let you hold me baby&lt;br /&gt;Maybe why i'm sad to see us apart&lt;br /&gt;I didn't give to you on purpose&lt;br /&gt;Gotta figure out how you stole my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind is gone, i'm spinning round&lt;br /&gt;And deep inside, my tears i'll drown&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing grip, what's happening&lt;br /&gt;I stray from love, this is how I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time was different&lt;br /&gt;Felt like, I was just a victim&lt;br /&gt;And it cut me like a knife&lt;br /&gt;When you walked out of my life&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm, in this condition&lt;br /&gt;And i've, got all the symptoms&lt;br /&gt;Of a girl with a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;But no matter what you'll never see me cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did I get here with you, i'll never know&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to let it get so, personal&lt;br /&gt;After all I tried to do, stay away from loving you&lt;br /&gt;I'm broken hearted, I can't let you know&lt;br /&gt;And I won't let it show&lt;br /&gt;You won't see me cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time was different&lt;br /&gt;Felt like, I was just a victim&lt;br /&gt;And it cut me like a knife&lt;br /&gt;When you walked out of my life&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm, in this condition&lt;br /&gt;And i've, got all the symptoms&lt;br /&gt;Of a girl with a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;But no matter what you'll never see me cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time was different&lt;br /&gt;Felt like, I was just a victim&lt;br /&gt;And it cut me like a knife&lt;br /&gt;When you walked out of my life&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm, in this condition&lt;br /&gt;And i've, got all the symptoms&lt;br /&gt;Of a girl with a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;But no matter what you'll never see me cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rihanna's real talented. every song she sang just simply rocks. they convey a hugeeee message too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry, i'm just scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy! (:&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/20856441-5775731038634087995?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/5775731038634087995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=5775731038634087995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/5775731038634087995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/5775731038634087995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2008/08/rihanna-cry.html' title='rihanna, cry'/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-4449296681342560300</id><published>2008-08-10T17:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T17:27:20.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>answer</title><content type='html'>you want my answer after 2 weeks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="319"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aSc3NRxgNkA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aSc3NRxgNkA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="319"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there you go. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-4449296681342560300?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/4449296681342560300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=4449296681342560300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/4449296681342560300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/4449296681342560300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2008/08/answer.html' title='answer'/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-1186059827921596129</id><published>2008-08-09T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T00:04:51.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>national day</title><content type='html'>before the clock strikes 12...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY 43RD BIRTHDAY SINGAPORE ;DD&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha it occurs once in a year so treasure it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay.. i gotta continue chionging hw so, just a heartwarming piece of music to end this post off. came across it on the forums, it evokes a thousand and one feelings in the listener. his music can move mountains (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;kiss the rain&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="319"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jCSe66pWNmc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jCSe66pWNmc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="319"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go view many of his other works &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh.. this is the version with lyrics. don't mind the pictures -.- wonder who put them in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="319"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mh6yen4Il9Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mh6yen4Il9Y&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="319"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And I can see you smile&lt;br /&gt;You reach out for my hand&lt;br /&gt;And I'm woken from my dream&lt;br /&gt;Although your heart is mine&lt;br /&gt;Its hollow inside&lt;br /&gt;I never had your love&lt;br /&gt;And I never will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chorus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every night&lt;br /&gt;I lie awake&lt;br /&gt;Thinking maybe you love me&lt;br /&gt;Like I've always loved you&lt;br /&gt;But how can you love me&lt;br /&gt;Like I loved you when&lt;br /&gt;You can't even look me straight in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt this way&lt;br /&gt;To be so in love&lt;br /&gt;To have someone there&lt;br /&gt;Yet feel so alone&lt;br /&gt;Aren't you supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;The one to wipe my tears&lt;br /&gt;The on to say that you would never leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waters calm and still&lt;br /&gt;My reflection is there&lt;br /&gt;I see you holding me&lt;br /&gt;But then you disappear&lt;br /&gt;All that is left of you&lt;br /&gt;Is a memory&lt;br /&gt;On that only, exists in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chorus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every night&lt;br /&gt;I lie awake&lt;br /&gt;Thinking maybe you love me&lt;br /&gt;Like I've always loved you&lt;br /&gt;But how can you love me&lt;br /&gt;Like I loved you when&lt;br /&gt;You can't even look me straight in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what hurts you&lt;br /&gt;But I can feel it too&lt;br /&gt;And it just hurts so much&lt;br /&gt;To know that I can't do a thing&lt;br /&gt;And deep down in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I just know&lt;br /&gt;That no matter what&lt;br /&gt;I'll always love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And I can see you smile&lt;br /&gt;You reach out for my hand&lt;br /&gt;And I'm woken from my dream&lt;br /&gt;Although your heart is mine&lt;br /&gt;Its hollow inside&lt;br /&gt;I never had your love&lt;br /&gt;And I never will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why am I still here in the rain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regards to the singing, it's done by a vietnamese 16 year old who was raised in london. the lyrics are awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-1186059827921596129?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/1186059827921596129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=1186059827921596129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/1186059827921596129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/1186059827921596129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2008/08/national-day.html' title='national day'/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-5963975693935142414</id><published>2008-08-08T16:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T16:15:26.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>yippee i'm updating again. and this time, i'm happy! emoing days are over man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was national day celebration today. though the morning assembly was boring as hell, the celebration ROCKED ;D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i270.photobucket.com/albums/jj93/wishes123/Photos/DSC01989.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sea of red and white!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see that white blob of people at the right side? they're the RI boys who RG pwned! &lt;br /&gt;sorry :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in cheering la. read further down if you don't get what i'm babbling about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay&lt;br /&gt;we camwhored (lol)&lt;br /&gt;not posting the thousand and one pictures with me inside cause apparently, there's me inside. &lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hokay..&lt;br /&gt;lemme test my brain cells. &lt;br /&gt;'we' refers to..&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;br /&gt;stephanie &lt;br /&gt;siyuan&lt;br /&gt;xinyu&lt;br /&gt;therese&lt;br /&gt;jermaine&lt;br /&gt;claire&lt;br /&gt;debra&lt;br /&gt;shannon&lt;br /&gt;esna&lt;br /&gt;(still got who ar)&lt;br /&gt;(oh!)&lt;br /&gt;wangxuan&lt;br /&gt;chengyi(i think)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i didn't miss anybody out &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;the group photos were world war II. seriously, people RUNNNNNNN to the front of the camera at the sight of somebody preparing to take a pic. &lt;br /&gt;eg.&lt;br /&gt;-me and siyuan does twists-&lt;br /&gt;xinyu: -RUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN and flashes huge face in front of camera-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry xinyu XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.. there are uncountable programmes so lets just run through some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i270.photobucket.com/albums/jj93/wishes123/Photos/DSC01924.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spot me? look closely...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so did you see me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OF COURSE YOU DID NOT &lt;br /&gt;cause i'm not in it&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;hope i wont' be in it next year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was this malaysian girl. she was gonna sing a song and i was like "hope her singing rocks. my eardrums are priceless."&lt;br /&gt;apparently, her singing was awesome O_O (not being sarcastic here) it was really nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhm.. what else.&lt;br /&gt;OH YEA LOL&lt;br /&gt;FASHION SHOW.&lt;br /&gt;the clothes &lt;b&gt;hand-made&lt;/b&gt; were damn funny. they had a lot of meaning though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i270.photobucket.com/albums/jj93/wishes123/Photos/DSC01973.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wassup with the float?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and that &lt;b&gt;so securely attached&lt;/b&gt; blue ball at her feet rolled off the stage&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started forming human chains. damn fun okay. sang national day songs like mad women. OH AND YEA. the balloons! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i270.photobucket.com/albums/jj93/wishes123/Photos/DSC02021.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL my class was crazeeeeee over them. one time they poured about 20~30 balloons down from one of the top floors and therese went berserk. i was so worried she would fall over the railing in extreme exasperation to get one. in the end, she got none. hah.&lt;br /&gt;a malay girl from 102 caught one, and boy was it in a funny way :/ (if you see this, don't kill me)&lt;br /&gt;so we started sharing the sacred balloon! omg i love the school spirit of rgs. &lt;small&gt;though i hate the studying system. studying system = siao kia&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they even glided miniature aeroplanes down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i270.photobucket.com/albums/jj93/wishes123/Photos/DSC02020.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woohooo. the whole school went 'WOAHHHHHH'&lt;br /&gt;suagu xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea.. &lt;br /&gt;the old national day songs rocked. unlike the new remixed version of "one people, one nation, one singapore"&lt;br /&gt;the old version was x987654321987654321 better than it. gawd. &lt;br /&gt;nevertheless, the cheerleaders danced along to it, so did we! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i270.photobucket.com/albums/jj93/wishes123/Photos/DSC02014.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i270.photobucket.com/albums/jj93/wishes123/Photos/DSC02010.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice right ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;there was this part where the whole school (except emokias) started jumping, still in their human chains, and the RI + don'tknowwhat school boys were like, O_O&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school cheers were the funniest. we cheered unite. you got it, the high pitched screaming :D apparently the boys couldn't take it. so they were like &lt;br /&gt;-cheer-&lt;br /&gt;-cover ears-&lt;br /&gt;-cheer-&lt;br /&gt;-cover ears-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's about it i guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG NO WAY. i totally forgot about lunch =/&lt;br /&gt;okay so here it is...&lt;br /&gt;(i don't know who said what, so let's just give them random names)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i270.photobucket.com/albums/jj93/wishes123/Photos/DSC02035.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all deciding on where to have lunch at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tarzan: okay set! let's go far east plaza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-walks to bus stop-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lala: gogogo 105 come liao!&lt;br /&gt;-everybody squeezes onto the bus leaving chongrong, wangxuan, esna and chengyi behind HAHAHAHA-&lt;br /&gt;we reached far east, except those listed above. so we had to wait for them to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 minutes later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: yay 132 come liao! finally, they arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-bus door opens and nobody alights-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;po: WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT. are they that toot not to know that 132 comes to far east too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 more minutes later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tinkywinky: okay here's 190. tell me they know 190 comes here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-they alight-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people waiting: YAYYYYY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chongrong, wangxuan, chengyi, esna: haha we're here&lt;br /&gt;me: why never take 132?&lt;br /&gt;them: huh. 132 come here meh?&lt;br /&gt;me: -.-"""""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lala: okay so.. let's go macs.&lt;br /&gt;me: don't want la.&lt;br /&gt;tinkywinky: too far la.&lt;br /&gt;lala: fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lala: let's go kfc&lt;br /&gt;tinkywinky: damn sian leh. every time come here eat kfc can eat others?&lt;br /&gt;lala: fine, long john silvers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we walked all the way to long john silvers only to find out that they were still serving morning meals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lala: wth la, morning meals. &lt;br /&gt;po: ARGHHHHH. let's wait till 11am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what, while waiting we went to the shopping mall and did this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i270.photobucket.com/albums/jj93/wishes123/Photos/DSC02040.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLAYED PEPSI COLA AND THAT STRETCHING GAME IN PUBLIC LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i270.photobucket.com/albums/jj93/wishes123/Photos/DSC02039.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO CHENGYI GO GO!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spot me yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of course not.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't play :D&lt;br /&gt;my face not that thick lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xinyu and esna played with the escalators. xinyu walked opposite the direction of the escalator so she appeared walking on the spot spastically LOL. well, what can you expect from a chinese drama-er.&lt;br /&gt;esna came up from the other escalator, then waved to us like some superstar. ohemmgee they're way too bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.05am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lala: sian la, don't want long john silvers.&lt;br /&gt;tinkywinky: uh then?&lt;br /&gt;tarzan: KFC la.&lt;br /&gt;po: wthhhhhhh LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;final decision: KFC -_______________-""""""""""""""""""""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WARNING:&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the above names stated are of total randomness, and not meant to mock the real person who said so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so... since these pictures were koped from the magnificent ng siyuan who made me so pissed for &lt;B&gt;NOT WANTING&lt;/B&gt; to buy her own food and threatening me with 'i blur off your faces ar!', i only have this picture of ngsiyuan's zinger burger LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i270.photobucket.com/albums/jj93/wishes123/Photos/DSC02066.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we talked a whole lot of crap and made a whole lot of noise. but who cares. other rg girls were doing just the same ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's about national day celebration i guess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a picture to end nationday celebration off:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i270.photobucket.com/albums/jj93/wishes123/Photos/DSC01996.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me on the left, siyuan on the right&lt;br /&gt;flare jeans ftw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg before i forget, quotes. and they're not from mr ng.. nor mr garnesh.. they're from the one and only...&lt;br /&gt;old.. (haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MRS UMMU CHOO!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and xinyu (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;mrs choo:&lt;/b&gt; dont' give me assignments that are centuries old ar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;xinyu:&lt;/b&gt; -stifles laughter- as old as mrs choo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;mrs choo:&lt;/b&gt; you see, sometimes your brain works faster than your hand. Just like me. i already worked out this sum in my head, that's why i wrote the answer in the equation. (blahblahblah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;xinyu:&lt;/b&gt; her mouth works faster than her hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;mrs choo:&lt;/b&gt; see that big fat word up there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;xinyu:&lt;/b&gt; haha as fat as mrs choo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;mrs choo:&lt;/b&gt; -talks about saving paper by drawing a line across foolscap paper, though cambridge forbids it- you know one ppt slide on a paper wrong, chuck the whole thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;class:&lt;/b&gt; *silence*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;mrs choo:&lt;/b&gt; it's heartbreaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;class:&lt;/b&gt; LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;mrs choo:&lt;/b&gt; you cannot be living in a twilight zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;xinyu:&lt;/b&gt; this is a new moon zone, eclipse zone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;class:&lt;/b&gt; -stifles laughter-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;mrs choo:&lt;/b&gt; chong rong can you be a dear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;class:&lt;/b&gt; HAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;mrs choo:&lt;/b&gt; it's D-E-A-R not D-E-E-R!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;class:&lt;/b&gt; LOLOLOLOLOLOLOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;mrs choo:&lt;/b&gt; refer to the rabbit worksheet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;xinyu:&lt;/b&gt; huh where got?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; this one la -point-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;xinyu:&lt;/b&gt; CHEYYYYYYY can't she just say fibonacci? -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me:&lt;/b&gt; cause she wants to be cuter and more qing1 chun1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;xinyu:&lt;/b&gt; -imitates mrschoo's attempt to be cuter and qingchun- BUNNIIIIIIIEEEEEE! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the quotes are not that funny typed out la. they are when said in real life though! hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;oh btw, mrs choo's this 60+++++++ year old maths teacher. and she talks with this farny accent. haha. she's taught so many friggin teachers who are currently teaching in rgs. oh emm gee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;tag replies!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;siyuan:&lt;/b&gt; okay so you shall suffer from a heart attack. right this instant. and STALK MY TAGS? fine. you can't do much anyway :P -ignores later part of your tag-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;siyuan:&lt;/b&gt; -ignores this tag haha-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;...:&lt;/b&gt; wassup with the dots! and wassup with the sperm play O_O out of everything, you chose that haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;valencia:&lt;/b&gt; whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good day to you :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-5963975693935142414?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/5963975693935142414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=5963975693935142414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/5963975693935142414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/5963975693935142414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2008/08/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i270.photobucket.com/albums/jj93/wishes123/Photos/th_DSC01989.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-9081084337216321044</id><published>2008-08-06T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T23:57:07.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jiejie's bday! :D</title><content type='html'>"wassup with the emo posts?"&lt;br /&gt;quoted from my kpo sis -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha okay this shall be a non-emo post! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this post shall be specially dedicated to my sister, WHO TURNED 17 TODAY ;DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;big&gt;HAPPY 17TH BIRTHDAY SISTA! &lt;3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;haha. i still owe her a present cause i'm currently. broke.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall not upload pics cause:&lt;br /&gt;1. lazy to&lt;br /&gt;2. my face is in it and if i censor it off, the pic will look weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;wishing my sister a...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;happy 17th birthday,&lt;br /&gt;always healthy and optimistic. &lt;br /&gt;lastly,&lt;br /&gt;enjoy your days with AKHEM. :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="319"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UeypOvsY91Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UeypOvsY91Q&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="319"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just some random happy birthday song ;D&lt;br /&gt;couldn't find any other cuter and shorter video.&lt;br /&gt;hope you like it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;okay, tag replies!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;really short one this time&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;yingna:&lt;/b&gt; haha, okay i'll post, even my random thoughts ;D nice mrt train ride from jurong all the way home with you. my right heel was totally numb the time i reached home ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;...:&lt;/b&gt; ah? haha of course my face will not be readily available on the net (; wassup with the dots?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;omg it's thursday. so fast.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-9081084337216321044?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/9081084337216321044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=9081084337216321044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/9081084337216321044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/9081084337216321044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2008/08/tag-replies.html' title='jiejie&apos;s bday! :D'/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-4813733968535076805</id><published>2008-08-04T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T20:05:53.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>better in time</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="319"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GbTbqQZOZtI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GbTbqQZOZtI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="319"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for not having the real official mv.&lt;br /&gt;all of them couldn't be embedded, sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this song really relates to the phrase "time heals all wounds". &lt;br /&gt;yea, other than laughter, time's the second best medicine.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure it'll work. i'm confident of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's gonna hurt when it heals. but it will all get better in time(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though it was all a lie, i did it willingly.&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna say,&lt;br /&gt;from the bottom of my heart, thank you. so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-4813733968535076805?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/4813733968535076805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=4813733968535076805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/4813733968535076805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/4813733968535076805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2008/08/better-in-time.html' title='better in time'/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-2627295471627642181</id><published>2008-08-03T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T00:17:43.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>faber drive</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;faber drive&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;tongue tied&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="319"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2m0wDCcABQk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2m0wDCcABQk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="319"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;when i'm with you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="319"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jdobv1CtZLo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jdobv1CtZLo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="319"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the intro. these songs really mean a lot.&lt;br /&gt;enjoy (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was supposed to be this humongous chunk of words i really wanna say to you. but i backed out. and deleted it all. sorry for being such a wimp ):&lt;br /&gt;i hate myself for it.&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-2627295471627642181?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/2627295471627642181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=2627295471627642181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/2627295471627642181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/2627295471627642181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2008/08/faber-drive-tongue-tied-when-im-with.html' title='faber drive'/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-1200928903901384820</id><published>2008-08-03T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T00:15:17.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tag replies haha</title><content type='html'>woah i'm posting like, 2 days in a row. a miracle has once again, appeared. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've decided to maybe spend a few minutes replying tags when i diiiiiiiiie die can't do work. just like now. ._.&lt;br /&gt;totally not in the mood to pick up a pen. so yea.. here i go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ryan:&lt;/b&gt; heyyyy! haha. it's been ages since i last posted. why not you create your own blog? haha. oh no wonder you haven't been online for such a long time. okay add me soon yea. (okay nevermind you already added me. YEAAAAA XD!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;john:&lt;/b&gt; you know that senior? damn you. &gt;.&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;siyuan:&lt;/b&gt; you are the proest at being the noobest! yayyyyy~ and no, my photography skills surpass you by tons. don't insult it. HAHAHA ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;steph:&lt;/b&gt; heyy going home bestie! is me updating my blog really that shocking? :O haha love ya~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;valencia:&lt;/b&gt; woahh looks like me finally blogging's such a huge affair :O hehe okay i'll try to blog more. try. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;vanessa:&lt;/b&gt; HEYYYY! ;D i love your drawings even moreeeeeeee! we'll see each other real soon, don't worry hehe. hope you did well for 2.4 yea. and nahh i'm not revealing my face ;P NO NEED RUSH TO PAY BACK HAHA ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-1200928903901384820?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/1200928903901384820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=1200928903901384820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/1200928903901384820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/1200928903901384820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2008/08/tag-replies-haha.html' title='tag replies haha'/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-3855944868425162120</id><published>2008-08-01T17:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T19:41:33.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG REVIVED</title><content type='html'>omg. omgomgomgomgomgomg.&lt;br /&gt;can you believe that &lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;I AM BLOGGING OMG HAHA&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well.. just felt like blogging all over again. and the constant pressure from my kaypo classmates, with their "EH UPDATE LEH. YOUR BLOG IS LIKE DEADDDDDD."&lt;br /&gt;fine. now i'm blogging.&lt;br /&gt;so shhhhhh xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without futher a do, tags replies. uber uber late ones :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;omg just realised they date back to february.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;pk:&lt;/b&gt; i failed jap cause i'm noob DD: i failed again, ca4. terribly haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;siyuan:&lt;/b&gt; you win me in zilianing hands down la. no need modest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;aisyah:&lt;/b&gt; hello! bye! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;jermaine:&lt;/b&gt; hahaha i random tag you often too :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;jialin:&lt;/b&gt; of course i'm not annoyed! your spamming kept my dead blog alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;jiawei:&lt;/b&gt; heyyyy! tc kay :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;alanna:&lt;/b&gt; haha no prob. (i know its [s]veryveryvery[/s] kinda late to say that.) yea. i know how you look like. though you don't hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;jialin:&lt;/b&gt; you more zilian lo. though siyuan's still the queen in it. xD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;tc:&lt;/b&gt; helloooo! long time no see/chat. fun watching red cliff with you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chengyi:&lt;/b&gt; heyyy! okay i'll link you sooooon. i promise ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;siyuan:&lt;/b&gt; YO :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;jacky:&lt;/b&gt; hey lame dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;alanna:&lt;/b&gt; i changed to contacts so i guess you don't recognise me now :O i once walked really close to you early in the morning to class, but you didn't notice me hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;debra:&lt;/b&gt; hello! well, i am updating now! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ahbai:&lt;/b&gt; HAHA HELLOOO! "good boys" lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;mo:&lt;/b&gt; i'm updating nowwww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chengyi:&lt;/b&gt; haha okay i willl linkkk youuuuu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;tc:&lt;/b&gt; okay i'm updating now :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;omg just realised so many people asked me to update LOL&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;vanessa:&lt;/b&gt; HEYYYY! drop by more often yea! haha xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;jacky:&lt;/b&gt; ohhh okay i'll relink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;shannon:&lt;/b&gt; nah i quit maple quite long ago. i'm lvl 45 in bootes and 30+ in aquila.. yea xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;alanna:&lt;/b&gt; i'm updating now! :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;trina:&lt;/b&gt; hahha heyyy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;jooyoon:&lt;/b&gt; of course i remember you! okay i'll link ya (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ahbai:&lt;/b&gt; KONNICHIWA! haha i can only bake chocolate chips ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;daphne:&lt;/b&gt; okay i'll relink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;siyuan, bridget, xinyu, mo:&lt;/b&gt; HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR TO YOU TOO ;DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;pk:&lt;/b&gt; haha yea cause chinese new year's way too fun i can't have enough of it. hehe thanks :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;jialin:&lt;/b&gt; thanks for tagging LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;siyuan:&lt;/b&gt; OMG. xia xue le..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;jialin:&lt;/b&gt; i know my blog's alive :D don't have to boost it's ego ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;bridget:&lt;/b&gt; twiiitt ferr the wiin h0rxXXxX!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ramya:&lt;/b&gt; thanks :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;pixie aka nana:&lt;/b&gt; heyy yingna! haha thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;daphne:&lt;/b&gt; okay i will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;okay i just realised thousands of people asked me to relink him/her ._.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ahbai:&lt;/b&gt; WE WILL MEET. SOOOOON! haha don't worry :D anyway i'll see you almost every morning 'through the glass'! (haha nice song)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;alanna:&lt;/b&gt; haha no problem! sorry i had to ask my friend to pass it to you. i totally freaked out at the thought of passing it to you personally heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;siyuan:&lt;/b&gt; aww why don't friend me :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;valencia:&lt;/b&gt; OKAYYYY i'm updating now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;candy:&lt;/b&gt; nahhh my score's way too low. i know you pro don't have to rub chilli padi into my wound :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;daphne:&lt;/b&gt; haha heyy daphne. hope you're doing well in ahs. oh okay i'll link you soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;melissa:&lt;/b&gt; hey! haha okay i'll relink ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;siyuan:&lt;/b&gt; i shall be good and not lengthen the record. SO I'M POSTING NOW. happy? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;john:&lt;/b&gt; haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;aisyah:&lt;/b&gt; your words have deeply motivated me into blogging once again. DOWN NOW! GIVE ME A HUNDRED!&lt;br /&gt;[b]rachel:[/b] haha of course i won't forget you! okay i'll relink ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;john:&lt;/b&gt; what "not bad!" my tagboard rocks okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;siyuan:&lt;/b&gt; NO MORE MONTHS ALREADY YAYYYYYYY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;john:&lt;/b&gt; ._.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;valencia:&lt;/b&gt; yea i know i update often! thanks for boosting my ego (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;chengyi:&lt;/b&gt; HAHA OKAY. i'm updatinggggggggg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;john:&lt;/b&gt; i know my tagboard's active hehe. i didn't force your eyes on land on those words you're bored of :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;siyuan:&lt;/b&gt; hehe. HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR for the 132748674351867896435 time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;bridget:&lt;/b&gt; hahaha! thanks for wishing me cny so many times. i'm so honoured. ohh i'm not going back with julnise. she's too busy. LOL wait for me outside! come in la :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh emm gee i'm finally done with the tags. they're like. a mile long. they're killerssssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay PICTURES TIME WOOHOO. &lt;br /&gt;i know everybody love them.&lt;br /&gt;actually i love them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;credits go to siyuan for taking the pictures~ and me for, of course, stealing them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;first up, LOONEY TUNES ;D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f208/LisaKoh/bridge12.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drawn on the first page of my notebook &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;close ups!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;sorry for the bad angles. as you know, they're taken by siyuan. HAHAHAHAHA&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f208/LisaKoh/tasmaniandevil.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tasmanian devil (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f208/LisaKoh/tweetybird.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tweety bird with my finger :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f208/LisaKoh/bugsbunny.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bugs bunny :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f208/LisaKoh/daffyhamtaro.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hamtaro &lt;i&gt;drawn by siyuan&lt;/i&gt; meets daffy &lt;i&gt;drawn by me&lt;/i&gt; over the nai4 he2 qiao2 &lt;i&gt;drawn by me&lt;/i&gt; xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay the captions look spastic ending with random smileys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;second, NPCC!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f208/LisaKoh/npcc9.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emoness overrules&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f208/LisaKoh/npcc1editcopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH. my face will NEVERRRR get up on my bloggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg. oh yea btw thats me in uniform :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f208/LisaKoh/HAHA.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg if mr garnesh sees this i'm dead. HAHAHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;thats my finger pointing at mr garnesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;third, RANDOM!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg stephanie and claire are the loveee. they taught me this really cool gym move.&lt;br /&gt;bridgeeee! it's like, your whole body bends backwards. coooooool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;i know i'm kinda kiasu here. cause it's peanuts to some people ._.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f208/LisaKoh/bridge7.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bridge! looks freaky.. and "dontknowwhat" right. haha not very clear view though. my pinafore was puffyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f208/LisaKoh/bridge5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVIDENCE OF STEPHANIE PUSHING ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f208/LisaKoh/bridgerandom.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going home with siyuan after 3rd lang! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;of course the shorter one's me -.- don't laugh.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;lastly, WAAAAAY BACK IN TIME!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay you have noooo idea when i took the pictures. but they still rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f208/LisaKoh/DSC04178.jpg" height=300 width=400&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the expression on spongebob is priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f208/LisaKoh/DSC04179.jpg" height=300 width=400&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f208/LisaKoh/DSC04198.jpg" height=300 width=400&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG NEWZEALAND CAME TO RG. &lt;33333&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f208/LisaKoh/DSC04225.jpg" height=300 width=400&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoho. this was taken during orientation camp. AM I PRO OR AM I PRO? &lt;br /&gt;if i'm not wrong.. that's yingqin behind, giving a rough estimate of how tall the 'packets of food' tower is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;sorry about the orientation of the picture :O&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f208/LisaKoh/DSC04278.jpg" height=300 width=400&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh this was taken near the start of june! went to downtown east, sat the cadbury ferris wheel! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f208/LisaKoh/DSC04289.jpg" height=300 width=400&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f208/LisaKoh/bumberboat.jpg" height=300 width=400&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this is (not showing face HAHA.) the bumper boat at escape theme park. SPRAYYYYYYY. was soaked after all the fun lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f208/LisaKoh/DSC04366.jpg" height=320 width=260&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAHHHHHHHH TOUSHIRO. haha.&lt;br /&gt;below him is yachiru!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for the oversized pictures! lazy resize :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH OKAY I'M FINALLY DONE HAHAHHAHA. yay i'm satisfied. is this post long enough for the hungry eyes of yours? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a hunch i won't post for kinda long time after this. so &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;FEAST YOUR EYES AND APPRECIATE XD&lt;/B&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-3855944868425162120?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/3855944868425162120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=3855944868425162120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/3855944868425162120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/3855944868425162120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2008/08/omg-revived.html' title='OMG REVIVED'/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-8203870717307493636</id><published>2008-02-06T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T22:05:11.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lateeeeeee tag replies :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;u&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR EVERYONE &lt;3&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry guys, been really busy coping with school and jap homework &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I TOTALLY FAILED MY JAP TEST. 0/10. oh yea i'm pro.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just had 6A class gathering! 06/02/08  the number of boys overruled the number of girls so we ended up playing basketball. i didn't join in though. just sat in the middle of the bb court and stoned, playing extra LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lateeeeeee tag replies :(&lt;br /&gt;[sorry!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;mo:&lt;/b&gt; hello :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;samoh:&lt;/b&gt; aha linked! (: my family member provided me with the beads and stuff so yea.. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;siyuan:&lt;/b&gt; whaaaaaat zilian what zilian?! lol you look into the mirror first xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;jermaine:&lt;/b&gt; haha hello :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;shannon:&lt;/b&gt; hello &amp; linked! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;stephanie:&lt;/b&gt; hello! wow clever girl, you found my blog! ahaha. nah your i didn't have to put up with your excessive blabber. it was fun! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;samoh:&lt;/b&gt; yeaa it's been so long since i last talked to you =/ how're you? (: school's.. boring ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;vanessa:&lt;/b&gt; HAHHA HELLO VANESSA &lt;3 you did go back on cny anyway right? xD fun times.. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;pengker:&lt;/b&gt; tpk! xD haha yea i get to see you every morning gahahaha (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;jacky:&lt;/b&gt; cannot go back also can just gather as a class ma. no need to see teachers since they don't wanna see us! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;jiawei:&lt;/b&gt; heyy jiawei! okay linked! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;alanna:&lt;/b&gt; HELLO ANGEL XD glad you like the gummies xD lil cny prezzie &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;woohoo finally done. sorry for the late replies! sorry again! xD&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;VANESSA &amp; JANICE, JANICE &amp; VANESSA BEST FRIENDS FOREVER!&lt;3&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-8203870717307493636?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/8203870717307493636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=8203870717307493636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/8203870717307493636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/8203870717307493636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2008/02/lateeeeeee-tag-replies.html' title='lateeeeeee tag replies :('/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-2649731124116236050</id><published>2008-01-16T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T23:53:39.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>emo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://assets.11piecesofflare.com/stickers/3278/5122/loveofyourlife_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ripped it off my sister's blog]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://assets.11piecesofflare.com/stickers/3263/5392/myspace-icons-015_thumb.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[and again]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://assets.11piecesofflare.com/stickers/3258/4892/207902txigtzolfg_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://assets.11piecesofflare.com/stickers/3398/8802/best_friend_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmhmm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;song to end this post.&lt;br /&gt;came across it when i was surfing through my ipod on the school bus (:&lt;br /&gt;very meaningful song&lt;br /&gt;(though this wasn't the version that i was listening to)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[u]Rhythm of the Falling Rain[/u]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/dKrja2BEK3/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/dKrja2BEK3/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain&lt;br /&gt;Telling me just what a fool I've been&lt;br /&gt;I wish that it would go and let me cry in pain&lt;br /&gt;And let me be alone again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only girl I care about has gone away&lt;br /&gt;Looking for a brand new start&lt;br /&gt;But little does she know&lt;br /&gt;That when she left that day&lt;br /&gt;Along with her she took my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain please tell me now does that seem fair&lt;br /&gt;For her to steal my heart away when she don't care&lt;br /&gt;I can't love another when my hearts somewhere far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only girl I care about has gone away&lt;br /&gt;Looking for a brand new start&lt;br /&gt;But little does she know that when she left that day&lt;br /&gt;Along with her she took my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain won't you tell her that I love her so&lt;br /&gt;Please ask the sun to set her heart aglow&lt;br /&gt;Rain in her heart and let the love we knew start to grow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain&lt;br /&gt;Telling me just what a fool I've been&lt;br /&gt;I wish that it would go and let me cry in vain&lt;br /&gt;And let me be alone again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, listen to the falling rain&lt;br /&gt;Pitter pater, pitter pater&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, listen to the falling rain&lt;br /&gt;Pitter pater, pitter pater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;for girls: change 'her' to 'him'. 'she' to 'he'. 'girl' to 'boy' LOL&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-2649731124116236050?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/2649731124116236050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=2649731124116236050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/2649731124116236050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/2649731124116236050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2008/01/emo-gahhhh.html' title='emo?'/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-8640927034412528524</id><published>2008-01-03T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T22:09:32.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>late tag replies</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;tag replies (: &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aisyah:&lt;/b&gt; hello aisyah! and hahhah. too bad =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;vanessa:&lt;/b&gt; hahah yea! the SHIH TZUS. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;hiutung:&lt;/b&gt; hello! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;mabelong:&lt;/b&gt; HAPPY NEW YEAR to you too! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;janice:&lt;/b&gt; haha janice and vanessa! you two are missed by me! &lt;3 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day of school.. not bad actually :)&lt;br /&gt;though after recess i sat in the KS Chee Theater having TALKS and TALKS and more TALKS. yea.. 3 talks ._. ehh no.. i forgot to add in the miscellanous ones. gawd i fell asleep for one =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;learnt school cheers and the school song.&lt;br /&gt;one thing i detest about school cheers : we have to sing LOOOOOOOWWW just so we can match the boys' voices of RI and RJC. -.-&lt;br /&gt;while singing the school song a girl asked me "you from choir right?" &lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;played icebreakers today! was very fun :D made some friends, though not very close. did the kallang wave and sang 'i hope you dance'. very nice song! it matches the theme for year 2008 :D the theme's 'aspire to inspire'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;i hope you dance&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/J-PkJu-G6k/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/J-PkJu-G6k/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you never lose your sense of wonder &lt;br /&gt;You get your fill to eat &lt;br /&gt;But always keep that hunger &lt;br /&gt;May you never take one single breath for granted &lt;br /&gt;God forbid love ever leave you empty handed &lt;br /&gt;I hope you still feel small &lt;br /&gt;When you stand beside the ocean &lt;br /&gt;Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens &lt;br /&gt;Promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance &lt;br /&gt;I hope you dance &lt;br /&gt;I hope you dance &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance &lt;br /&gt;Never settle for the path of least resistance &lt;br /&gt;Living might mean taking chances &lt;br /&gt;But they're worth taking &lt;br /&gt;Lovin' might be a mistake &lt;br /&gt;But it's worth making &lt;br /&gt;Don't let some hell bent heart &lt;br /&gt;Leave you bitter &lt;br /&gt;When you come close to selling out &lt;br /&gt;Reconsider &lt;br /&gt;Give the heavens above &lt;br /&gt;More than just a passing glance &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance &lt;br /&gt;I hope you dance &lt;br /&gt;(Time is a real and constant motion always) &lt;br /&gt;I hope you dance &lt;br /&gt;(Rolling us along) &lt;br /&gt;I hope you dance &lt;br /&gt;(Tell me who) &lt;br /&gt;I hope you dance &lt;br /&gt;(Wants to look back on their youth and wonder) &lt;br /&gt;(Where those years have gone) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you still feel small &lt;br /&gt;When you stand by the ocean &lt;br /&gt;Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens &lt;br /&gt;Promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance &lt;br /&gt;Dance &lt;br /&gt;I hope you dance &lt;br /&gt;I hope you dance &lt;br /&gt;(Time is a real and constant motion always) &lt;br /&gt;I hope you dance &lt;br /&gt;(Rolling us along) &lt;br /&gt;I hope you dance &lt;br /&gt;(Tell me who) &lt;br /&gt;(Wants to look back on their youth and wonder) &lt;br /&gt;I hope you dance &lt;br /&gt;(Where those years have gone)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-8640927034412528524?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/8640927034412528524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=8640927034412528524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/8640927034412528524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/8640927034412528524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2008/01/late-tag-replies.html' title='late tag replies'/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-5435202862494662480</id><published>2008-01-01T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T22:16:36.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR! &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;big&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may all your dreams come true =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SCHOOL REOPENS TOMORROW&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screams&lt;br /&gt;good luck for school life &lt;br /&gt;will miss you all (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-5435202862494662480?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/5435202862494662480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=5435202862494662480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/5435202862494662480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/5435202862494662480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year-everyone-may-all-your.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR! &lt;3'/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-2911494396288639550</id><published>2007-12-31T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T00:27:14.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>paintedpetals:D</title><content type='html'>hello all :D&lt;br /&gt;was too lazy to post a 'merry christmas' to everybody on christmas day so...&lt;br /&gt;(and i know its wayyyy too late now xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS &amp; a happy new year&lt;/b&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;may all your dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;MY ONLINE SHOP IS FINALLY OPENED FOR BUSINESS~! =D&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;partners with my sis and relative (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://paintedpetals.wordpress.com/" target="_blank"&gt;paintedpetals:D&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;selling earrings &amp; necklaces &amp; rings ! &lt;br /&gt;wooooo~ =D&lt;br /&gt;please give support! thanks haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-2911494396288639550?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/2911494396288639550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=2911494396288639550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/2911494396288639550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/2911494396288639550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2007/12/paintedpetalsd.html' title='paintedpetals:D'/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-2310223816675111558</id><published>2007-11-21T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T23:56:54.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>neoprints + doggies :D</title><content type='html'>hello world ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was touring the pet shop in eastpoint and came across tons of adorable dogs &lt;3!&lt;br /&gt;(would have snapped a 1000 more pictures of animals if there were cats! xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f208/LisaKoh/DSC02445.jpg" height=208 width=292&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pomeranian :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f208/LisaKoh/DSC02446.jpg" height=208 width=292&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey she's up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f208/LisaKoh/DSC02444.jpg" height=208 width=292&gt;&lt;br /&gt;golden retriever :D&lt;br /&gt;vanessa's favourite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f208/LisaKoh/DSC02448.jpg" height=208 width=292&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh sorry i forgot your name =P&lt;br /&gt;some.. husky?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;shih tzus! they're my fav :D&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f208/LisaKoh/DSC02437.jpg" height=208 width=292&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f208/LisaKoh/DSC02439.jpg" height=208 width=292&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yawn... hmm? where am i?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f208/LisaKoh/DSC02443.jpg" height=208 width=292&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who is this.. AHHHH I'VE BEEN CLONED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;snapped about 8 pictures of shih tzus? but deleted some :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;changes subject&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f208/LisaKoh/DSC02242.jpg" height=300 width=208&gt;&lt;br /&gt;snapped this when i was bored on audition =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;purpose of the post:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;to tell you that...&lt;br /&gt;my blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;ISN'T DEAD!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-2310223816675111558?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/2310223816675111558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=2310223816675111558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/2310223816675111558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/2310223816675111558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2007/11/neoprints-doggies-d.html' title='neoprints + doggies :D'/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-1441858065618357223</id><published>2007-10-14T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T22:42:48.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>hey~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long time no post. was busy with PSLEs..&lt;br /&gt;before i begin this post, i shall wish everybody a &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;B&gt;HAPPY PSLE MARKING DAY HOLIDAY!&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though it's kinda boring... i'm growing mould all over my body. xD&lt;br /&gt;eww&lt;br /&gt;anybody kind enough to introduce a game to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall start this post with clouds! (sorry but i'm a scenery-crazy girl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f208/LisaKoh/DSC01716.jpg" height=208 width=292&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks like the ones in maple.. don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f208/LisaKoh/DSC02126.jpg" height=292 width=208&gt; &lt;br /&gt;this is the &lt;b&gt;rose&lt;/b&gt; that miss juliana gave each and every one of use during maths PSLEs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;thank you miss juliana!&lt;/b&gt; that was really sweet (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;more roses&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f208/LisaKoh/DSC02127.jpg" height=292 width=208&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f208/LisaKoh/DSC02125.jpg" height=292 width=208&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey look at this one.. doesn't it have a &lt;i&gt;slight&lt;/i&gt; resemblance of the rose i drew? xD let's compare...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f208/LisaKoh/rose.jpg" height=292 width=208&gt;&lt;br /&gt;little bit alike? (;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, let's go back in time... back to... teacher's day (:&lt;br /&gt;i gave a bear plushie to each teacher, stapled with a card that i specially drew (:&lt;br /&gt;my hand was all sore after i finished xD&lt;br /&gt;i was rose-crazy back then so, i drew a rose for mrs raeburn and it came out perfectly (: well, maybe not that perfect... but now, it has colours ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f208/LisaKoh/DSC01611.jpg" height=292 width=208&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;PSLE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh gawd.. PSLE was freaky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english          - kinda easy :)&lt;br /&gt;maths            - HARDD OMGG. T_T&lt;br /&gt;chinese          - easy ;D&lt;br /&gt;science          - easy ;D (needed a lot of reasoning and thinking though)&lt;br /&gt;higher chinese   - very very very easy XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay.. so the overall is fairly easy.. i guess (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really hope pray wish that i can make it to Raffles Girls School :)&lt;br /&gt;vanessa, janice, katherine, don't forget me! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;trip to suntec city  13th october&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what can i say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha, me, vanessa, pengker, jean and mabel went to suntec city. we planned to go kbox after lunch but found out that it was really expensive.. so changed plan to - shopping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha yea.. plus some arcade. used 5 bucks on it. the drum beating game was kinda fun. now i know the ultimate trick of the UFO catcher - when you grab hold of the toy, the 'hand' jerks when it reaches the top and &lt;b&gt;BOOM&lt;/b&gt;. your effort goes down the drain. The toy returns to its original position. i wasted a dollar on it T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after buying drinks and 'cheers-ing' to each other, we went to the ice-cream shop (forgot its name, specially for green tea ice-cream). &lt;br /&gt;not bad (: first time trying green tea ice-cream. i like green tea flavour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to the cd shop. jean mabel and pengker bought some cds. if i'm not wrong (:&lt;br /&gt;next, mabel's mother came to fetch her up. so leaving pengker, jean, vanessa and me to roam the rest of suntec city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a while, we decided to go home. on the way to the mrt station, we passed by MPH. vanessa ran in (she LOVES books) and bought P.S. I love you. the book seems kind of sweet (: come to think of it, &lt;i&gt;i really want the book&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterall, it's to kill time. i am very VERY VEEERRYYYY bored now. after PSLEs. at first, i thought it would be heaven after PSLEs but no... it sucks T_T it really does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;turning to the huge shelf containing books, this 'bu shuang' expression appears on my face. haha don't know why, i dislike reading books but now i've got really nothing to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone...  SAVE ME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-1441858065618357223?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/1441858065618357223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=1441858065618357223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/1441858065618357223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/1441858065618357223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2007/10/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-4637193324116486415</id><published>2007-08-08T21:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T22:30:14.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jiejie bday ;D</title><content type='html'>sry for the late post.. anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAPPY BELATED 16TH BDAY SIS! ;D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we celebrated her bday at Vivo, Swensens. love it &lt;3! x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now its sabotage time ;DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f208/LisaKoh/DSC01056.jpg" height=180 width=133&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what a beautiful cake.. :P"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f208/LisaKoh/DSC01059.jpg" height=180 width=133&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ooh.. i'm soo gonna eat you &gt;:)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f208/LisaKoh/DSC01060.jpg" height=180 width=133&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"act pretty first ;D"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;okay okay.. since its your bday, i'll say something nice.. you don't have to act pretty. you're pretty ;D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waaait..&lt;br /&gt;here's the few last words left by the cake..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f208/LisaKoh/DSC01058.jpg" height=160 width=213&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i hope.. i'll leave this world of Swensens peacefully.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;and thats the end of the cake&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;ICE-CREAM&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f208/LisaKoh/DSC01055.jpg" height=160 width=213&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres the ice-cream &lt;u&gt;before&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f208/LisaKoh/DSC01061.jpg" height=160 width=213&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres the ice-cream &lt;u&gt;after&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;IT GOT PWNED XD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;random pics.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f208/LisaKoh/DSC01051.jpg" height=160 width=213&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found this lamp not bad looking O_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay done for this post. gotta continue to mug =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;VIVOCITY &amp; SWENSENS ROCKSS XD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-4637193324116486415?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-4068189368785338425</id><published>2007-08-02T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T20:36:35.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random posting ;D</title><content type='html'>hey &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bored of audition nowadays.. so here i am blogging. i'll just blog 'bout some random stuff ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister is so generous when it comes to buying presents for her friends. of course, this doesn't happen for my bday presents. =/&lt;br /&gt;yea, she bought plushies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f208/LisaKoh/DSC00863.jpg" height=180 width=133&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink version&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f208/LisaKoh/DSC00864.jpg" height=180 width=133&gt;&lt;br /&gt;black version&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lazy to take pics of the other presents &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;scenery in the morning!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f208/LisaKoh/Pictures020.jpg" height=292 width=208&gt;&lt;br /&gt;little sunrise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f208/LisaKoh/Pictures017.jpg" height=292 width=208&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not a bad one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;clouds;D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f208/LisaKoh/Pictures031.jpg" height=292 width=208&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beautiful day? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f208/LisaKoh/DSC00775.jpg" height=183 width=236&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looks like its gonna rain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just random posting to keep my blog alive :D enjoy~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-4068189368785338425?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/4068189368785338425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=4068189368785338425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/4068189368785338425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/4068189368785338425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2007/08/random-posting-d.html' title='random posting ;D'/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-3581327458146671028</id><published>2007-07-26T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T21:59:10.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crimson room - entertainment</title><content type='html'>hey.. haven't posted for a loooooooooooooooooooooooooong time. busy these few days. first it was prelim compo.. then oral.. it was kinda fun though. writing and writing and writing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay here's some entertainment for you :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Crimson Room: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.fasco-csc.com/works/crimson/crimson_e.php&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 13 items hidden in this room in order to&lt;br /&gt;let you get out of this room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Viridian Room:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.fasco-csc.com/works/viridian/viridian_opening_e.swf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Crimson Room is much easier than the Viridian Room. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Blue Room:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.fasco-csc.com/works/bluechamber/index_e.php &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The White Chamber:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.fasco-csc.com/works/white/white_e.php&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes if you find them too hard.. remember theres always such thing as a walkthrough! &lt;br /&gt;for example, if you're finding the walkthrough for 'white chamber', just go to www.google.com and type in 'white chamber walkthrough'. etc. that'll make life much easier :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have fun! xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-3581327458146671028?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/3581327458146671028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=3581327458146671028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/3581327458146671028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/3581327458146671028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2007/07/crimson-room-entertainment.html' title='crimson room - entertainment'/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-6823114209156294371</id><published>2007-06-11T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T14:57:13.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let my heart bleed + twist (;</title><content type='html'>hey people,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2 more hand-drawn pictures coming your way xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f208/LisaKoh/letmyheartbleed.jpg" height=211 width=225&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'let my heart bleed'. just like the shadings of the heart and dagger xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f208/LisaKoh/twist.jpg" height=281 width=222&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh, a twist of my hand. almost a look alike =/ coloured the fingernails too black though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay. done for this post. trying hard to come up with new drawing ideas (: seeya next time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-6823114209156294371?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/6823114209156294371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=6823114209156294371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/6823114209156294371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/6823114209156294371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2007/06/let-my-heart-bleed-twist.html' title='let my heart bleed + twist (;'/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-4239569044016005742</id><published>2007-06-09T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T16:40:06.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>愛上一個不回家的人 - 林憶蓮</title><content type='html'>long time no post =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't know where to start with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay i'll just show you the lyrics of a chinese songs i'm currently in love with &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;they're are very meaningful. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title: 愛上一個不回家的人 &lt;br /&gt;Artist: 林憶蓮&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; *[ 爱过就不要说抱歉 &lt;br /&gt;毕竟我们走过这一回 &lt;br /&gt;从来我就不曾后悔 &lt;br /&gt;初见那时美丽的相约&lt;br /&gt;曾经以为我会是你 &lt;br /&gt;浪漫的爱情故事 &lt;br /&gt;唯一不变的永远 &lt;br /&gt;是我自己愿意承受 &lt;br /&gt;这样的输赢结果 &lt;br /&gt;依然无怨无悔 &lt;br /&gt;期待你的出现 &lt;br /&gt;天色已黄昏 &lt;br /&gt;爱上一个不回家的人 &lt;br /&gt;等待一扇不开启的门 &lt;br /&gt;善变的眼神 &lt;br /&gt;紧闭的双唇 &lt;br /&gt;何必再去苦苦强求 &lt;br /&gt;苦苦追问 ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*[ ] x 2 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱上一个不回家的人 &lt;br /&gt;等待一扇不开启的门 &lt;br /&gt;善变的眼神 &lt;br /&gt;紧闭的双唇 &lt;br /&gt;何必再去苦苦强求 &lt;br /&gt;苦苦追问&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-4239569044016005742?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/4239569044016005742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=4239569044016005742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/4239569044016005742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/4239569044016005742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title='愛上一個不回家的人 - 林憶蓮'/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-1664828753048687084</id><published>2007-05-12T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T16:14:27.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy mother's day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;happy mother's day!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its mother's day tomorrow and have you guys prepared any presents for your mums? well, i have xD last minute present oO i sewed a blue bear for my mother. although it looks a little flimsy, hope she'll love it :X i took about 3 to 4 hours sewing it while watching television... neck ache, back ache... however, &lt;u&gt;it was worth it!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish all mothers a happy mothers day and children, be sure to make mother's day the most memorable day of their lives! XDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;i&gt;HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-1664828753048687084?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/1664828753048687084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=1664828753048687084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/1664828753048687084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/1664828753048687084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='happy mother&apos;s day!'/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-3836199320314900732</id><published>2007-05-05T20:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-05T21:02:15.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>more pics xD</title><content type='html'>hey people. more pictures coming your way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f208/LisaKoh/lisa.jpg" height=183 width=236&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my name in the stylish way xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f208/LisaKoh/lisa2.jpg" height=106 width=189&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my name in 3D version with some designs :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f208/LisaKoh/friendshipband.jpg" height=148 width=133&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the friendship band that my class was kinda crazy over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f208/LisaKoh/why.jpg" height=123 width=137&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not being emo. just wrote 'why' cause its 3 letters and looks nice xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;done for this post. will not be updating for the next few days. exams around the corner :(   night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-3836199320314900732?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/3836199320314900732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=3836199320314900732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/3836199320314900732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/3836199320314900732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2007/05/more-pics-xd.html' title='more pics xD'/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-8962115964412989716</id><published>2007-05-01T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T20:08:43.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>masterpiece &lt;3!</title><content type='html'>here is my newly drawn &lt;b&gt;masterpiece &lt;3!&lt;/b&gt;. created by &lt;u&gt;me&lt;/u&gt; when i had nothing better to do xD &lt;i&gt;okay i know i sound very zi lian. so, bear with me (:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TADA! here it is: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f208/LisaKoh/rose.jpg" height=292 width=208&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;picture of a rose.. hmm not bad huh? xDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best picture of a rose so far. the rest didn't look very nice. however, the petals on the right don't seem to be in the right positions... oh well, lets just leave it ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for not posting for a long long long time. exams are around the corner and i have to study study study!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to go now bye guys! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-8962115964412989716?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/8962115964412989716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=8962115964412989716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/8962115964412989716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/8962115964412989716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2007/05/masterpiece-3.html' title='masterpiece &lt;3!'/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-1185280819681621340</id><published>2007-04-04T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T15:02:39.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>etc.</title><content type='html'>OMG today was the most horrifying day of my life. (the starting) at first i was like so freaked out. injection. immunization. but i thought of the encouragement from my friends and i felt better ((: so i went in the room and did eye test... height and weight... (i grew by 1.5cm! hahaha) body check up... and lastly, immunization. i was told to sit behind and wait. and wait. and wait. and that goddamn nurse was so damn fierce she scared the hell out of me. she gave orders eg. "sit down". "can you keep quiet?" i was like what the... she have a HUGE attitude problem i can tell you. she wipe the cotton bud on you like as if she was forced too. just 'swipe' once without caring, take the needle and just poke it into you. !!!!!!! anyway.... the injections weren't as pain as i thought they were. just like bee stings? haha some girls in my  class kinda cried... :X i just closed my eyes and got the jab. main reason: illiya kept giving me hand signals saying that i would die. really felt like getting off my seat and strangling him. two jabs on both arms... now my left arm hurts but my right arm nothing wrong ((: everybody's left arms seem to hurt. before the 2nd jab i had to eat don't know what medicine. SO bitter. puke... the boys outside of the room peeked through and saw my disgusted face. they passed it around the class "lisa was in disgust when she ate the medicine!!" grrr... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha nothing better to post. hmm... okay. i'll show you guys some etc pics. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;[my bday cake didn't look good so i decided to delete it :P]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f208/LisaKoh/Photo0332.jpg" height=160 width=213&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a bday present from janice. a black pig hand rest xD thanks janice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f208/LisaKoh/Photo0333.jpg" height=160 width=213&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something gruesome you show you. i found it in the kitchen. guess what? they are actually sweet potatos with long long long and i mean LONG shoots sprouting from them. YUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea.. so thats all for now. update some other time xDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-1185280819681621340?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/1185280819681621340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=1185280819681621340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/1185280819681621340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/1185280819681621340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2007/04/etc.html' title='etc.'/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-7528211667888035878</id><published>2007-04-01T15:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T15:23:04.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>black&amp;white</title><content type='html'>i have just invented my very own (c)black&amp;white cartoon character! xDD it was founded when i was doodling while doing my maths. here are some pictures of it: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f208/LisaKoh/lookingforacolouredworld.jpg" height=207 width=153&gt;&lt;br /&gt;name: looking for a coloured world;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f208/LisaKoh/Hangingontheedge.jpg" height=205 width=153&gt;&lt;br /&gt;name: hanging on the edge; (my favourite &lt;3! xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f208/LisaKoh/pointz.jpg" height=205 width=153&gt;&lt;br /&gt;name: point-z; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f208/LisaKoh/memories.jpg" height=205 width=153&gt;&lt;br /&gt;name: memories; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f208/LisaKoh/blackandwhite.jpg" height=205 width=153&gt;&lt;br /&gt;name: black &amp; white; (the world that black&amp;white lives in) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha thats all for now. i'll update you with more of black&amp;white some other time and even some pictures of my bday presents, gruesome stuff, etc. be sure to keep my blog tagged! ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-7528211667888035878?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/7528211667888035878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=7528211667888035878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/7528211667888035878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/7528211667888035878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2007/04/black.html' title='black&amp;white'/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-8762991178326585666</id><published>2007-03-25T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T18:13:36.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>brushes</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f208/LisaKoh/brushes.jpg" height=220 width=245&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice brushes huh? i just found them yesterday in my adobe photoshop brushes collection. they are: mapleleaf; normalleaf; star; and what i call a puff ball oO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just showing some brushes ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-8762991178326585666?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/8762991178326585666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=8762991178326585666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/8762991178326585666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/8762991178326585666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2007/03/brushes.html' title='brushes'/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-7980086433680011326</id><published>2007-03-25T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T20:24:38.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bday!</title><content type='html'>yesterday's early bday celebration was fun! went to vivo and shop around. my sis bought me this beautiful pair of earrings from six:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f208/LisaKoh/butterflyearrigns.jpg" height=116 width=167&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aren't they sweet? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mother also bought me 2 other pairs of earrings from another shop:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i48.photobucket.com/albums/f208/LisaKoh/Photo0326.jpg" height=160 width=213&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blue and purple my favourites &lt;3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, we went to swensens and, ate, and ate, and ate, and ate. my god i was bloated. after having a full dinner, we caught the 9pm mr.bean's holiday show. it was hilarious, just that some scenes were just too exaggerating. like the part where mr.bean made a car crash the wooden toilet that he was in and he just walked out safe and sound oO &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a memorable bday celebration at vivo! got to go now byes..!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-7980086433680011326?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/7980086433680011326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=7980086433680011326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/7980086433680011326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/7980086433680011326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2007/03/yesterdays-early-bday-celebration-was_25.html' title='bday!'/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-5396609255741128342</id><published>2007-03-15T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T15:48:34.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>T-Score for CA1</title><content type='html'>woohoo! i finally improved and hit my target for the exams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current T-Score for CA1 : &lt;b&gt;275&lt;/b&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i got the results from my calculation, i was elated. never did i ever expect to get that high oO. i couldn't believe it and even asked vanessa to help me do a 2nd counting xDD sure hope i will remain at this marks or even better, get much better marks! &lt;br /&gt;okay i can't slack now. got to continue on my undone school homework :X byes..! ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-5396609255741128342?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/5396609255741128342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=5396609255741128342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/5396609255741128342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/5396609255741128342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2007/03/t-score-for-ca1.html' title='T-Score for CA1'/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20856441.post-605590540186971847</id><published>2007-02-26T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T19:30:16.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>English Exam</title><content type='html'>wow, that english test was quite hard.. (medium level). especially the vocabulary mcq questions. they really made me practically tear all my hair out. i struggled abit at the ending of the comprehension but, kind of managed to pull through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;composition, hmm... average. maybe, between easy and average? i wrote question 2 that was the picture. the pictures shows a girl, Sue, in a general office crying her eyes out while, a teacher looks furious beside her and a principal is calling her parents. i wrote about a girl who stole a tag heuer watch (my watch brand (: i think and think and think don't know have what branded watch brand. suddenly i look at the clock then an idea struck my mind. my watch! xDD my watch practically saved my life.) and was caught red handed by the kaypo kia, Joshua, the class moniter. he told the teacher ms lim who passed by the class about what he saw and blah blah blah.. you get the point. Sue gets into serious serious trouble. the end (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;situational writing was a huge shock. well, maybe not really such a huge shock. i was just a little startled as it wasn't the normal type of situational writing we normally practice on. its on a picture with speech bubbles all over. not bad... just did the best i could. hope it turns out well. yet again, HENG AH 0%!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wooohoooo got to go catch my 8.10pm hongkong drama now. byes..! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20856441-605590540186971847?l=point-z.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/feeds/605590540186971847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20856441&amp;postID=605590540186971847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/605590540186971847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20856441/posts/default/605590540186971847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://point-z.blogspot.com/2007/02/english-exam.html' title='English Exam'/><author><name>Lisa Koh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18313357721048545269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='24' src='http://scd.mm-b1.yimg.com/image/602056588.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
