<?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-2959557504147564182</id><updated>2011-09-29T01:19:38.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the clutter in my head.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>316</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-4340641252815258052</id><published>2010-12-30T18:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T18:21:33.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moved.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes. Today is the day I officiate the move from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blogspot&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tumblr&lt;/span&gt; @ &lt;a href="http://izziedizzie.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://izziedizzie.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a couple of reasons why I did this.&lt;br /&gt;1. I seem to have lost much inspiration writing.&lt;br /&gt;2. My posts are mostly pictures.&lt;br /&gt;3. Weird spammers that I ultimately dislike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog will still be here. For reminiscing. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loves;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-4340641252815258052?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/4340641252815258052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=4340641252815258052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/4340641252815258052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/4340641252815258052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2010/12/moved.html' title='moved.'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-1162580190059155569</id><published>2010-12-30T12:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T13:08:02.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>orchard road @ singapore</title><content type='html'>Breathtaking lights and the amazing night view, and to top it off, great shopping deals and sales. And there I was, for the entire day; inhaling everything Singapore had to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very amazed by the night lights and the Christmas decorations all along the crossroads of Orchard Road. Taking pictures was an unwritten must. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 288px; height: 384px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs774.ash1/166422_1852407232789_1319016591_32117151_922189_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 288px; height: 384px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1387.snc4/163956_1852385112236_1319016591_32117047_418614_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 288px; height: 384px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/hs025.snc6/165583_1852385552247_1319016591_32117049_4962060_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 288px; height: 384px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/hs002.snc6/165275_1852406232764_1319016591_32117150_7868375_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody knows I love expanding my wardrobe. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Considering a total move to tumblr since I've lost much inspiration to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-1162580190059155569?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/1162580190059155569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=1162580190059155569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/1162580190059155569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/1162580190059155569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2010/12/orchard-road-singapore.html' title='orchard road @ singapore'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-4652574843234773023</id><published>2010-12-25T02:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T02:29:57.367+08:00</updated><title type='text'>masterpieces.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Merry Christmas everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This Christmas, lets all spread the love and joy of the radiance of God around the world. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;I'd love to blog about the amazing Christmas dinner I know I'm about to have, but everything's always better with pictures. I've just come back from church, and I'm off to Singapore in 3 hours babeh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now? Enjoy the finished pieces. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr.tall and the christmas tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TRTj6IwGzSI/AAAAAAAAC5k/I7LbR58SJSI/s1600/Picture%2B21.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 353px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TRTj6IwGzSI/AAAAAAAAC5k/I7LbR58SJSI/s400/Picture%2B21.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554314828375837986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TRTj6hmCsrI/AAAAAAAAC5s/gQPGYGyvTTM/s1600/24122010384.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TRTj6hmCsrI/AAAAAAAAC5s/gQPGYGyvTTM/s400/24122010384.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554314835044512434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal;"&gt;tiny bears decorating the tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TRTj5hDLZwI/AAAAAAAAC5c/H5DP2drYQKw/s1600/Picture%2B20.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 360px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TRTj5hDLZwI/AAAAAAAAC5c/H5DP2drYQKw/s400/Picture%2B20.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554314817718413058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TRTklwiaMtI/AAAAAAAAC50/fGitvmg5PWw/s1600/24122010372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TRTklwiaMtI/AAAAAAAAC50/fGitvmg5PWw/s400/24122010372.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554315577790182098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Much love, Isabelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-4652574843234773023?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/4652574843234773023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=4652574843234773023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/4652574843234773023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/4652574843234773023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2010/12/masterpieces.html' title='masterpieces.'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TRTj6IwGzSI/AAAAAAAAC5k/I7LbR58SJSI/s72-c/Picture%2B21.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-7073944455041001404</id><published>2010-12-24T10:29:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T13:18:12.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'>santa and the elves.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TRQJI6KMn0I/AAAAAAAAC5U/7gh1TY_YkOA/s1600/Picture%2B18.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TRQHeJ0fwbI/AAAAAAAAC5M/qJdUS25JWPY/s1600/24122010355.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every year, its been tradition whenever this festive holiday comes around, me and my sister mess up our entire room till it looks something like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TRQHdLQ1QlI/AAAAAAAAC4s/V2ZEUuJXQys/s1600/24122010349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TRQHdLQ1QlI/AAAAAAAAC4s/V2ZEUuJXQys/s400/24122010349.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554072438275654226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..for the sake of making our aunts and friends Christmas presents! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I shall present the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;head elf&lt;/span&gt;. My one and only sister. Her creative outlet runs deep, and she's pretty awesome. * If it wasn't obvious. I'm Santa. NYEH. :P * Just to fill out the team, the other elves that pop in from time to time : my cousin all the way from Australia and my daddy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TRQJI6KMn0I/AAAAAAAAC5U/7gh1TY_YkOA/s1600/Picture%2B18.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 148px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TRQJI6KMn0I/AAAAAAAAC5U/7gh1TY_YkOA/s400/Picture%2B18.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554074289110294338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together, for the past two days, we modeled figurines out of Sculpey clay and paper clay, wrapped the entire household's gifts, made gift tags and cards. But, I believe pictures would illustrate the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;work-in-progress &lt;/span&gt;more clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TRQGpGl9lRI/AAAAAAAAC4E/N1lpEypUyDU/s1600/23122010327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TRQGpGl9lRI/AAAAAAAAC4E/N1lpEypUyDU/s400/23122010327.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554071543668905234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mr.tall without shoes and the unpainted christmas tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TRQHdQzg47I/AAAAAAAAC40/F-G06YVbhnE/s1600/24122010351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TRQHdQzg47I/AAAAAAAAC40/F-G06YVbhnE/s400/24122010351.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554072439763297202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;disassembled and unbaked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TRQHd9FnkgI/AAAAAAAAC5E/-Ra5VVN56fk/s1600/24122010354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TRQHd9FnkgI/AAAAAAAAC5E/-Ra5VVN56fk/s400/24122010354.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554072451650392578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;clay lettering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TRQHeJ0fwbI/AAAAAAAAC5M/qJdUS25JWPY/s1600/24122010355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TRQHeJ0fwbI/AAAAAAAAC5M/qJdUS25JWPY/s400/24122010355.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554072455068238258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;candycanes, pepermints and more candycanes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TRQGpEIa5aI/AAAAAAAAC4M/2I3c_zdjzSQ/s1600/23122010329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TRQGpEIa5aI/AAAAAAAAC4M/2I3c_zdjzSQ/s400/23122010329.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554071543008126370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;gift tags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TRQHdl61PzI/AAAAAAAAC48/XU2r7LDaZ_U/s1600/24122010352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TRQHdl61PzI/AAAAAAAAC48/XU2r7LDaZ_U/s400/24122010352.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554072445431136050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i spot a harry potter piggy, a mouse and a very adorable stocking.&lt;br /&gt;unbaked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total time spent: approximately 12 hours&lt;br /&gt;Total creativity unleashed: 110%&lt;br /&gt;Total fun: countless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just popped the modeled clay into the oven. It won't be long now. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;FIY: I've stretched my non-existent artistic skills so far for this. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Seriously&lt;/span&gt;. Art and crafts are not exactly my prime forte. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-7073944455041001404?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/7073944455041001404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=7073944455041001404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/7073944455041001404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/7073944455041001404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2010/12/santa-and-elves.html' title='santa and the elves.'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TRQHdLQ1QlI/AAAAAAAAC4s/V2ZEUuJXQys/s72-c/24122010349.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-3040923571276400812</id><published>2010-12-08T10:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T10:36:36.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reminisce.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TP7t9lIpToI/AAAAAAAAC38/HIDt5rY3BcE/s1600/IMG_5354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TP7t9lIpToI/AAAAAAAAC38/HIDt5rY3BcE/s400/IMG_5354.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548133433163206274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has to be my favourite life saving picture.&lt;br /&gt;The sister hoisting up a pretending-to-be-drowning me. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-3040923571276400812?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/3040923571276400812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=3040923571276400812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/3040923571276400812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/3040923571276400812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2010/12/reminisce.html' title='reminisce.'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TP7t9lIpToI/AAAAAAAAC38/HIDt5rY3BcE/s72-c/IMG_5354.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-7374544436151246337</id><published>2010-12-07T10:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T10:28:14.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>brilliant pieces.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since I hate flipping through Youtube for the stuff I love, I'm stuffing them into a single blogpost. How does that sound? Well, they are inspiring. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uxclrzMs1Ls?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uxclrzMs1Ls?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;black and gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2m2KBEmDnHU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2m2KBEmDnHU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;werewolf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0mZdSjBEXzM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0mZdSjBEXzM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chasing cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're all so fantasmic. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-7374544436151246337?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/7374544436151246337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=7374544436151246337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/7374544436151246337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/7374544436151246337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2010/12/black-and-gold.html' title='brilliant pieces.'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-8854913831209267647</id><published>2010-12-06T11:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T12:05:43.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pokemon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TPxd72VbgiI/AAAAAAAAC30/UIumF7h_Qc8/s1600/03122010293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TPxd72VbgiI/AAAAAAAAC30/UIumF7h_Qc8/s400/03122010293.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547412123792671266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;@ Taylors Subang Dance Studio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was one of the sole reasons how I got through my childhood.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm 17, I still love it just as much. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no one can beat me when it comes to knowing evolutions.&lt;br /&gt;I totally &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pwn&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to finish off?&lt;br /&gt;My favourite Pokemon, which I never ever managed to own. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.arkeis.com/images/pokemonfactory/kingdra.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-8854913831209267647?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/8854913831209267647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=8854913831209267647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/8854913831209267647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/8854913831209267647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2010/12/pokemon.html' title='pokemon.'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TPxd72VbgiI/AAAAAAAAC30/UIumF7h_Qc8/s72-c/03122010293.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-1923865357810950412</id><published>2010-12-05T01:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T01:42:46.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>est.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TPp8zI1EZcI/AAAAAAAAC3s/sc1_zZeOQCw/s1600/est.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 338px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TPp8zI1EZcI/AAAAAAAAC3s/sc1_zZeOQCw/s400/est.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546883109045429698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because they made up my childhood.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you guys so very much. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-1923865357810950412?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/1923865357810950412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=1923865357810950412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/1923865357810950412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/1923865357810950412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2010/12/est.html' title='est.'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TPp8zI1EZcI/AAAAAAAAC3s/sc1_zZeOQCw/s72-c/est.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-4562750841400933611</id><published>2010-12-04T20:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T21:51:12.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mom's away day.</title><content type='html'>So I spent a half a Friday and half a Saturday at PD's Avillion Hotel. It was mum's Shell department's away day. And, unexpectedly, I did have fun. Mum has some amazing colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I did there was to look out of the hotel room. It was certainly a breathtaking view. And the smell of the sea is simply refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TPo2CCGXkNI/AAAAAAAAC3M/MHZLhoysTPI/s1600/03122010297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TPo2CCGXkNI/AAAAAAAAC3M/MHZLhoysTPI/s400/03122010297.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546805299611406546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after we checked in, we sort of rushed to the beach. My sister and I anyway. This was while my mum and her colleagues + family members were playing games &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEXT&lt;/span&gt; to the beach. Let's just say I couldn't wait to get onto the beach. Haven't been to the beach in ages, and I just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; the feeling of the fine sand between my toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TPo1Kh8xp4I/AAAAAAAAC2k/9g4dv04o0lc/s1600/IMG_8377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TPo1Kh8xp4I/AAAAAAAAC2k/9g4dv04o0lc/s400/IMG_8377.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546804346088433538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When everyone eventually got onto the beach, I joined them for Tug of War. See? I can be tough too! And me and my team totally won the challenge. ;) Yes, mum has strong colleagues too. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TPpGgZhdUbI/AAAAAAAAC3k/tu21yn8GLoA/s1600/IMG_8426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TPpGgZhdUbI/AAAAAAAAC3k/tu21yn8GLoA/s400/IMG_8426.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546823413481165234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TPo1LXJwdeI/AAAAAAAAC2s/_J_WnBgmW7I/s1600/IMG_8427.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And being at the seaside, I couldn't resist not taking a photo of myself. I literally climbed up onto the railings and posed next to the lamp post. I guess I was lucky enough that none of the hotel staff chased me down. It would have been a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;pretty&lt;/span&gt; steep fall into the sea. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TPo1L6BxLoI/AAAAAAAAC20/1TdLi74fqXc/s1600/IMG_8432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TPo1L6BxLoI/AAAAAAAAC20/1TdLi74fqXc/s400/IMG_8432.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546804369731694210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Soon after, everyone headed to the function room for dinner. Everyone had a blast kareoke-ing. (I really hope I spelt that correctly). Yes, I did sing. But of course, I shant upload ANY embarrassing pictures of myself to add to the ones already existing and circulating the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall I finish this post off with group shots and smiles? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TPo2CozyV6I/AAAAAAAAC3U/pIKtd3f2r6E/s1600/03122010298.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TPo2CozyV6I/AAAAAAAAC3U/pIKtd3f2r6E/s400/03122010298.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546805310002452386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;family. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TPo1MJ0YM0I/AAAAAAAAC28/V4OU7cZlKsg/s1600/IMG_8446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TPo1MJ0YM0I/AAAAAAAAC28/V4OU7cZlKsg/s400/IMG_8446.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546804373970498370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;smiles without dad. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;over and out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-4562750841400933611?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/4562750841400933611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=4562750841400933611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/4562750841400933611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/4562750841400933611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2010/12/moms-away-day.html' title='mom&apos;s away day.'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TPo2CCGXkNI/AAAAAAAAC3M/MHZLhoysTPI/s72-c/03122010297.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-98860677607901418</id><published>2010-11-30T21:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T22:00:11.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fedora.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TPUCyORIdkI/AAAAAAAAC2c/zf5mmMnA8Hg/s1600/Photo%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TPUCyORIdkI/AAAAAAAAC2c/zf5mmMnA8Hg/s400/Photo%2B1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545341578023302722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, I have officially stolen Ian's fedora. So love it. It hides my ugly ugly hair. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-98860677607901418?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/98860677607901418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=98860677607901418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/98860677607901418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/98860677607901418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2010/11/fedora.html' title='fedora.'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TPUCyORIdkI/AAAAAAAAC2c/zf5mmMnA8Hg/s72-c/Photo%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-9070794712599768729</id><published>2010-11-29T19:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T19:23:28.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>taylor's subang.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TPONCy2V8pI/AAAAAAAAC2U/H3MqdQEJEMo/s1600/29112010292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TPONCy2V8pI/AAAAAAAAC2U/H3MqdQEJEMo/s400/29112010292.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544930645372170898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, just to be extremely clear, I know nothing about the place. I mean, Ian tried giving me directions, and I couldn't find my way from Starbucks to the CPU building. I'm that bad at directions. And at Chinese too. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First rehearsal for Broadway today. Finally feels so great to be back in my own genre. X)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-9070794712599768729?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/9070794712599768729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=9070794712599768729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/9070794712599768729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/9070794712599768729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2010/11/taylors-subang.html' title='taylor&apos;s subang.'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TPONCy2V8pI/AAAAAAAAC2U/H3MqdQEJEMo/s72-c/29112010292.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-6673382083451795996</id><published>2010-11-29T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T19:08:06.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rezaaaaa. ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TPOJfw7RkqI/AAAAAAAAC2M/5UJHaLVT9pk/s1600/Picture%2B11.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 368px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TPOJfw7RkqI/AAAAAAAAC2M/5UJHaLVT9pk/s400/Picture%2B11.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544926745025680034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss this very exceptionally amazing monkey to bits. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-6673382083451795996?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/6673382083451795996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=6673382083451795996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/6673382083451795996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/6673382083451795996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2010/11/rezaaaaa.html' title='rezaaaaa. ;)'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TPOJfw7RkqI/AAAAAAAAC2M/5UJHaLVT9pk/s72-c/Picture%2B11.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-4479396976304688830</id><published>2010-11-25T13:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T14:23:57.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pony rides.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TO350P3FLlI/AAAAAAAAC2E/RKIw3_o_aoQ/s1600/25112010278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TO350P3FLlI/AAAAAAAAC2E/RKIw3_o_aoQ/s400/25112010278.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543361392369020498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, today, I got up at 6.30 am especially for these bunch of adorable little kids. It didn't take a lot of effort to get me out of bed though. I was honestly excited to clean up the ponies before they arrived. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do I sound like a workaholic or what? &lt;/span&gt;X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TO35zMe8uEI/AAAAAAAAC10/jhtPWKsQ240/s1600/25112010275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TO35zMe8uEI/AAAAAAAAC10/jhtPWKsQ240/s400/25112010275.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543361374282627138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When I arrived, I spent half an hour bathing this fella right here, Quickstep . . . with a bucket of soap and water *pokes little green bucket behind Quickstep*. I believe I scrubbed him from head to tail. Man, I don't even clean myself up this well. And of course, after I was done, I think I might as well have taken a bath myself. I was soaked, but it was all in good fun. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 9.30 the little kids came along, and suddenly I felt so &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tall&lt;/span&gt;. That feeling doesn't come everyday. No in fact, it barely comes along, unless I'm in 5 inch heels. I had fun hoisting up the little kids onto the ponies and bringing them in a huge circle around the paddock. Everybody wanted a piece of Danny. The ponies totally got pampered today, with their share of carrots and apples and the sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TO35zvGJ1DI/AAAAAAAAC18/M2DuNk78Cb8/s1600/25112010277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TO35zvGJ1DI/AAAAAAAAC18/M2DuNk78Cb8/s400/25112010277.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543361383573869618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(His mane looks so pretty here. I brushed him well. :P )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, after a tiring morning, I'm sitting at home, listening to Glee songs from next week's episode. It's gonna be amazing, I can just tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;hey soul sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-4479396976304688830?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/4479396976304688830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=4479396976304688830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/4479396976304688830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/4479396976304688830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2010/11/pony-rides.html' title='pony rides.'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TO350P3FLlI/AAAAAAAAC2E/RKIw3_o_aoQ/s72-c/25112010278.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-4341607396526856002</id><published>2010-11-22T21:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T21:57:50.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>doodle me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;No. Definitely not an artist. Or close to one with artistic skills. But I do like doodling. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOp1qjdxOqI/AAAAAAAAC1g/b0A_b3jinok/s1600/22112010271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOp1qjdxOqI/AAAAAAAAC1g/b0A_b3jinok/s400/22112010271.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542371665367874210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A very clean representation of my room right now. :)&lt;br /&gt;I tried making it messy, but even my sister said it was too neat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did this on the plane ride back from Singapore. Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-4341607396526856002?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/4341607396526856002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=4341607396526856002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/4341607396526856002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/4341607396526856002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2010/11/doodle-me.html' title='doodle me.'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOp1qjdxOqI/AAAAAAAAC1g/b0A_b3jinok/s72-c/22112010271.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-7319496873666698703</id><published>2010-11-21T14:04:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T14:36:50.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>post a levels.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't really have much on my to-do list before I *hopefully* leave to UK for my university studies. At the moment, its pretty short. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;To catch up with everyone I haven't seen in ages cause of my studies. &lt;/span&gt;I feel terrible for not bothering to keep in touch with some of my best friends, sometimes even forgetting their birthdays. Basically, spend as much time as possible with the people I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;To dabble in as much dance events as possible before I leave. &lt;/span&gt;Trying some contemporary dance classes is pretty much at the top of my list.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Learn how to cook&lt;/span&gt;, because I don't feel like burning down a building, especially not in central London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;Start preparing for the future&lt;/span&gt;. Because I don't want to be scraping through my university classes, and I actually do want to do well. I'm going to take as many opportunities for attachments as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 354px; height: 194px;" src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/2/22/806093//harrypotter.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can tell I'm dying to watch Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.&lt;br /&gt;It somehow feels like I have so much time, yet no time at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*returns to sifting huge piles of A level material*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-7319496873666698703?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/7319496873666698703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=7319496873666698703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/7319496873666698703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/7319496873666698703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2010/11/harry-potter.html' title='post a levels.'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-4630009946188782327</id><published>2010-11-20T23:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T23:51:22.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RVC Exhibition @ Singapore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOft7gNEJQI/AAAAAAAACyk/XHpAN0ixrZU/s1600/19112010262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOft7gNEJQI/AAAAAAAACyk/XHpAN0ixrZU/s400/19112010262.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541659473015481602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m proud to say I have utilized the public transport in Singapore! Holding my cousin’s Ezlink card in my hand and tagging them as I went onto the bus and as I entered the MRT station, I must say it felt like a blast from the future. Singaporeans are definitely very efficient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I did walk 20 minutes from the Orchard MRT Station to Trader’s Hotel near Tanglin Mall. That walk, was not an easy walk. Thankfully I had the sensibility to wear my flats and pack my heels in my bag to change later on. The Trader’s Hotel itself was definitely impressive. I even had the opportunity to meet an Edinburgh vet graduate of 1951! To think the people you would meet being shocked by an automatic opening door. Yes, I’m officially impressed by the technology in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little exhibition was catered specifically for 12 of us students who were given conditional offers ( no interviews necessary *wide grin* ), I’m guessing in South East Asia. The purpose of the exhibition? To introduce us to university life at the Royal Vet College. We were each given a little welcome pack, complete with an official copy of our offer letters, complete with the RVC headnote. The course structure was so carefully thought out, up to date with the required aspects needed for a modern veterinarian. Despite the hefty costs of living in central London, it was definitely made out to be a great place. I was definitely sold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This followed with a meet and greet session outside the function room. I admit, the food was spectacularly delicious. From dim sum to western food, I’m pretty sure they covered it all. This was when I got to know more about the lecturers and the other 11 potential students at RVC. We exchanged all sorts of animal stories, and had a really good laugh. Although none of us looked like the stereotypical vet student, I must say, they were extremely brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely looking forward to uni life. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-4630009946188782327?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/4630009946188782327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=4630009946188782327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/4630009946188782327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/4630009946188782327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2010/11/rvc-exhibition-singapore.html' title='RVC Exhibition @ Singapore'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOft7gNEJQI/AAAAAAAACyk/XHpAN0ixrZU/s72-c/19112010262.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-6817509901729934382</id><published>2010-10-07T15:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T15:51:43.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the best dancers.</title><content type='html'>It looks like my blog has been revived lately, thanks to my new phone, which has a considerably good camera that snaps pictures of my life that gives me the urge to blog. Anyway, this was actually my ballet homework; to figure out what the quote, "The best dancers are not forcing themselves, they are indulging themselves" meant. I actually started thinking about it, and well, here's my homework. Hope you don't get too bored by reading it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I spend an incredible amount of time curled up in a sofa watching dance video after dance video on Youtube. Many a time, as I watch captivating routines, I question myself; “What makes a dancer great?” And that very question has many answers. Amazing stage presence, breathtaking performing qualities, beautiful lines, flawless technique - just to name a major few. Yes, a dancer is great because of all these qualities they possess, but I rarely question why. Why is it a great dancer has all these qualities?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I finally came down to it, after watching numerous interviews, I finally stuck to a single answer. Its not because there’s someone shoving them into dance class every week as a form of exercise. Its not because they have an excellent teacher that forces them to dance in a specific way. The best dancers have a passion for dance. Its because these dancers want to dance and it is something they love to do. These are those with drive and dedication, that are completely involved in every step they take, with thought put into each one. These dancers don’t just “dance the steps” because they have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some dancers have natural talents such as coordination, musicality, flexibility and physique. I do believe that some dancers are naturally gifted. However, I also believe the best dancers are not just those born with natural talents. The best are really those whom strive to be better, seeking improvement voluntarily every time they take a simple jump or an extension. Natural talents mean and contribute nothing without self-driven determination. The best dancers are intelligent; seeing and understanding what truly needs to be done, and coordinating their muscles in that manner to improve in everything they do. They are willing to learn and make changes (for the better!) that does, no matter how small, lead to improvements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it is with this mindset, all the qualities of a great dancer are developed. To me, the best dancers aren’t those who have someone to continuously spew out instructions that they follow blindly, simply because it helps them along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The best dancers are not forcing themselves, they are indulging themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 263px; height: 313px;" src="http://www.poptower.com/pic-26121/lauren-froderman-so-you-think-you-can-dance.jpg?w=" h="600" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LoFro; SYTYCD S6; Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-6817509901729934382?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/6817509901729934382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=6817509901729934382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/6817509901729934382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/6817509901729934382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2010/10/best-dancers.html' title='the best dancers.'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-5925157160872752810</id><published>2010-10-07T09:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T09:27:14.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>scribble me.</title><content type='html'>I've just discovered this drawing programme on my phone, called Scribble. I did these while waiting for the van to arrive at UPM. Yes, be ready to mock my non-existant artistic skills. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TK0hyihMpKI/AAAAAAAACyc/6M70qqYsSoY/s1600/Picture+7.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TK0hyihMpKI/AAAAAAAACyc/6M70qqYsSoY/s400/Picture+7.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525109469996688546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TK0goDP39MI/AAAAAAAACyM/VXLc7B7AF1k/s1600/04102010075432.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TK0goCFoGTI/AAAAAAAACyU/e78c5nuPE7M/s1600/05102010081958.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TK0goCFoGTI/AAAAAAAACyU/e78c5nuPE7M/s400/05102010081958.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525108189980793138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like the first one best. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-5925157160872752810?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/5925157160872752810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=5925157160872752810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/5925157160872752810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/5925157160872752810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2010/10/scribble-me.html' title='scribble me.'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TK0hyihMpKI/AAAAAAAACyc/6M70qqYsSoY/s72-c/Picture+7.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-1497480442651075330</id><published>2010-10-01T17:15:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T17:05:05.697+08:00</updated><title type='text'>equine park stables.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*I edited this post over a period of time from Thursday to Sunday*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This  is a summary of my entire voluntary work placement at some  stables at  Equine Park, Akademi Ekuestrian Diraja Selangor. And  thankfully all the  horses I've worked with are all good  tempered and  haven't kicked me  in the face, although they're bitten my clothes and  nudged me really  hard once in a while. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went into the stables  with one major  goal, to learn how to handle horses. I began work at  about 9.30 am each  morning. My job? To take care of all the  vet cases.  Minor problems  that have already been diagnosed by the vet,  but I  handle the ongoing  treatments. *Makes me sound so important. :P*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On  my first day,  my supervisor who allowed me to volunteer here, Ms.  Gerry, showed me  the basics, from the cleaning of stalls, to the leading  and cleaning of  horses, to tips and tricks to handling them. This is her  showing me  how to lead out Cricket, one of the bad tempered ponies at  the stable.  She's amazing with horses, there's never a horse I've seen she  can't  handle. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TKhFcGxBvoI/AAAAAAAACyE/WBOa0elNDKo/s1600/02102010115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TKhFcGxBvoI/AAAAAAAACyE/WBOa0elNDKo/s400/02102010115.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523741292124814978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; She  owns her own gray horse there as well, completely well-behaved all  the  time.  Before I left on my last day there, she had the opportunity  to  show me some bursting cancerous cells on her horse's tail. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Almost 99% of gray horses develop a skin cancer called melanoma, either under the tail, or inside the sheath. &lt;/span&gt;The tumours are the bumps at the bottom of the tail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TKhE-gwEvqI/AAAAAAAACx0/0tOG8_JFseo/s1600/03102010125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TKhE-gwEvqI/AAAAAAAACx0/0tOG8_JFseo/s400/03102010125.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523740783704063650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; And this, is some face cream she applied to the bottom of his softening  hoof. No, its not because its hoof has the same texture as human skin.  Its high in zinc oxide, a pretty good drying agent - just the common  remedy to dry up and harden the hoof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TKhE-26wDTI/AAAAAAAACx8/IaOZ_bmP-IA/s1600/03102010122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TKhE-26wDTI/AAAAAAAACx8/IaOZ_bmP-IA/s400/03102010122.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523740789654424882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the  first thing I did every morning was to go  to Danny's stall.  A really good  tempered, easy to handle pony. :) It's  sad  he's a  little unkept because of the hot and humid Malaysian  weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TKWnzNJ-ADI/AAAAAAAACv8/qO4VAJUBXwU/s1600/01102010104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TKWnzNJ-ADI/AAAAAAAACv8/qO4VAJUBXwU/s400/01102010104.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523005016186421298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Of  course, being me, I couldn't leave a little pony neglected. I think I   spent half an hour brushing,  shampooing, combing, applying oil and   removing dandruff from his mane everyday.  His mane is very much like my   hair, super thick, dry and frizzy, except,  I don't have dandruff. :P   And here's his cleaned/oiled mane. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TKc7Ed3A3yI/AAAAAAAACws/jtIQjrgZ8ao/s1600/02102010113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TKc7Ed3A3yI/AAAAAAAACws/jtIQjrgZ8ao/s400/02102010113.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523448415914090274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; And  then came the  cleaning of  his sheath and the application of  iodine  based antiseptic. His sheath  was so terribly injured and  inflamed. That  probably came from biting or kicking it;  thanks to the  houseflies that  settled there, irritating him. I repeated the same   procedure with 3  other horses with the same problem. The stablemen were  really nice,  thank goodness I can  speak a bit of Bahasa Melayu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working  with  horses can be summed  up into one word: challenging. Being alert  is a  mandatory precautionary  attribute because its dangerous - its  easy for  them to step on you, or  whip you with their tail, or kick  you. But its  extremely fun too, and  the little things that they do to  acknowledge  you are just so adorable.  Of course not all horses are the  same, but  the thought of relieving them  of their misery and pain  makes the job  all the better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Until then,&lt;br /&gt;Izzie. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-1497480442651075330?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/1497480442651075330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=1497480442651075330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/1497480442651075330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/1497480442651075330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2010/10/equine-park-stables.html' title='equine park stables.'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TKhFcGxBvoI/AAAAAAAACyE/WBOa0elNDKo/s72-c/02102010115.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-5428813192798925224</id><published>2010-09-27T11:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T11:21:12.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>september.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TKAMCAo-rHI/AAAAAAAACv0/2mjtZnduA7I/s1600/24092010018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TKAMCAo-rHI/AAAAAAAACv0/2mjtZnduA7I/s400/24092010018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521426371827379314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the last week of September, and it sucks - because I'm sick. I can still move about though, but my flu is messing with my sense of balance, strength and giving my splitting headaches/body aches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel very underaccomplished at the moment, I'm barely done with any of my university stuff, my work experience is half hanging in midair, my A2 is going to be a total mess since I haven't studied and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all I feel like doing is spending time at farms and around animals &lt;/span&gt;(really not possible since I'm sick now)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; . &lt;/span&gt;What bad timing for everything. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling a bit dozy now, so I'm going to tuck into bed with my Physics textbook and hopefully absorb some information about MRI machines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:georgia;" class="status-body" &gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What  I want right now is anything proper I can use to scribble my work  experience stuff in. It looks odd in a notebook with 4 other subjects. And I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; liking it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-5428813192798925224?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/5428813192798925224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=5428813192798925224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/5428813192798925224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/5428813192798925224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2010/09/september.html' title='september.'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TKAMCAo-rHI/AAAAAAAACv0/2mjtZnduA7I/s72-c/24092010018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-2423809329760504436</id><published>2010-09-26T23:06:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T23:33:43.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>freshly baked.</title><content type='html'>Let's just say that I'm not exactly a fantastic baker/cook. Okay, scratch that. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I have cooking skills that are relatively zero.&lt;/span&gt; Anyhow, I decided today, using my non-existent baking skills - to bake a cake for my mom's birthday at church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am utterly pathetic at baking. At 4 in the evening, my sister and I grabbed a small cookbook, and looked for the shortest recipe. We settled on an upside down pineapple cake. Okay, so its not made from an actual upside down pineapple, but its named after the fact that the toppings are placed into the baking tin first, and then after it is baked; the cake is flipped the other way for the finished cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the helpless-in-the-kitchen person I am, I weighed out the ingredients, and helped my sister, while she did most of the creaming and mixing. I made the pineapple slice designs though! And I substituted grapes for cherries since we didn't have cherries. It wasn't the smartest idea though, because the grapes shriveled up during the baking process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also did the honors of shoving the cake inside the oven for baking. It looked like the inside of a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;volcano&lt;/span&gt;. I had no idea cakes bubbled. Maybe it was the self raising flour? I would never know. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TJ9irdYAVZI/AAAAAAAACvE/a1gaH_jhcRg/s1600/26092010059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TJ9irdYAVZI/AAAAAAAACvE/a1gaH_jhcRg/s400/26092010059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521240166938727826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, after 45 minutes, here's the final product!  It looks a bit like a big round cookie. If only if it was a wee bit  thicker, it would've been a proper cake. Still very adorable if you ask  me. :) But I'm biased, so there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TJ9meE0vq6I/AAAAAAAACvs/QeOE6617Onk/s1600/cake1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TJ9meE0vq6I/AAAAAAAACvs/QeOE6617Onk/s400/cake1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521244335056595874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main point was, it tasted good! So yes, I believe I do have cooking skills, maybe at level 0.5 at the moment. For now anyway. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Til the next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Izzie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-2423809329760504436?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/2423809329760504436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=2423809329760504436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/2423809329760504436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/2423809329760504436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2010/09/freshly-baked.html' title='freshly baked.'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TJ9irdYAVZI/AAAAAAAACvE/a1gaH_jhcRg/s72-c/26092010059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-7029595620646395915</id><published>2010-08-19T20:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T20:27:34.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of alginate beads and sperm cells.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 460px; height: 346px;" src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/data.tumblr.com/tumblr_l7ef3qDj6R1qa9na4o1_1280.png?AWSAccessKeyId=0RYTHV9YYQ4W5Q3HQMG2&amp;amp;Expires=1282306248&amp;amp;Signature=%2BpAbIFZ4SrNtByI9CZGWNHQWQP0%3D" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is a BioScience class tradition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sperm cells.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Alginate&lt;/span&gt; + &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Calcium Chloride&lt;/span&gt; + &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Bromothymol Blue &lt;/span&gt;// &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Red Food Dye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*+ yeast for the yellow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we had to smuggle in some food dye. &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;But it was all good. Good fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It won't really make sense until you've tried it yourself. These squishy bead things are alot more fun than they look in these pictures. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 426px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs301.snc4/40408_422657999575_625129575_5084235_4005273_n.jpg" 385px="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the attack of the sperm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 427px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs273.snc4/39975_422657969575_625129575_5084233_73846_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..and that's a super long one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 385px; height: 514px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs149.snc4/36817_422657899575_625129575_5084224_6988785_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..and a single sperm attack. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 386px; height: 289px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs251.snc4/39864_422657964575_625129575_5084232_7346734_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a tiny red tadpole? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are the best shots I guess. Taken using my SonyEricsson phone. It's focusing ability isn't bad isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you really can't get enough, the full album &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/isabelle93#%21/album.php?aid=196265&amp;amp;id=625129575&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Til your turn;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-7029595620646395915?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/7029595620646395915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=7029595620646395915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/7029595620646395915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/7029595620646395915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2010/08/of-alginate-beads-and-sperm-cells.html' title='of alginate beads and sperm cells.'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-3541182615926808157</id><published>2010-08-16T18:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T18:36:01.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>snaps.</title><content type='html'>Here's just some random shots from my phone. Really random. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TGkTbd4WATI/AAAAAAAACuc/dYTQKFe0Ap8/s1600/DSC00578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TGkTbd4WATI/AAAAAAAACuc/dYTQKFe0Ap8/s400/DSC00578.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505953382035489074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a journal entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TGkTayqt-KI/AAAAAAAACuU/wrm2dmlOPek/s1600/DSC00576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TGkTayqt-KI/AAAAAAAACuU/wrm2dmlOPek/s400/DSC00576.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505953370435614882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;visit to the durian farm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TGkT3Qldh1I/AAAAAAAACus/nQyFMI8v_hQ/s1600/DSC00585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TGkT3Qldh1I/AAAAAAAACus/nQyFMI8v_hQ/s400/DSC00585.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505953859502966610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my online results access slip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TGkT3M6dWuI/AAAAAAAACuk/USU1I-OJxlM/s1600/DSC00584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TGkT3M6dWuI/AAAAAAAACuk/USU1I-OJxlM/s400/DSC00584.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505953858517293794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;famous amos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TGkUZ8qTVHI/AAAAAAAACu0/SaNH-NVUCLo/s1600/DSC00586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TGkUZ8qTVHI/AAAAAAAACu0/SaNH-NVUCLo/s400/DSC00586.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505954455449982066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;books from the subang library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've finally gotten my results from my AS exams, and I'm glad I did well. I didn't expect to do that well though, although I definitely wanted to. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, full speed ahead for A2!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-3541182615926808157?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/3541182615926808157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=3541182615926808157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/3541182615926808157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/3541182615926808157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2010/08/snaps.html' title='snaps.'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TGkTbd4WATI/AAAAAAAACuc/dYTQKFe0Ap8/s72-c/DSC00578.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-7856491776056014475</id><published>2010-08-04T10:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T10:19:56.028+08:00</updated><title type='text'>victor + charlie + me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/2/22/806093/Picture%2012.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class=" on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Align Center" class="gl_align_center" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh the nonsense both of us spewed getting high over Charlie at 12 in the morning. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-7856491776056014475?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/7856491776056014475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=7856491776056014475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/7856491776056014475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/7856491776056014475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2010/08/victor-charlie-me.html' title='victor + charlie + me.'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-6190537794880055503</id><published>2010-08-01T17:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T17:52:02.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mad charity show @ MOS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was honestly an amazing experience altogether. The preparations leading up to the night itself was rewarding, and amazing. I auditioned with Muhaimin by submitting a video of ourselves dancing online, and by some luck, we were both selected for the show. It was a rare opportunity to work with amazing choreographers &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Tze Hong&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Miss Judimar&lt;/span&gt; for our performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rehearsed for three weeks, and I've met so many new friends in the process. And it was my first time doing hiphop, so that was definitely something that was challenging. I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pretty sure I was terrible at it&lt;/span&gt;, but I managed nonetheless. ;) In any case, I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;loved&lt;/span&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've performed many times before, but this time, it was different. I was so extremely nervous before hitting the dance floor. I'm just so glad that we hyped the crowd up with our performance, and that everyone liked it; even if I messed up in between. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, the best part is, it's all for charity. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's great that I get to do what I love while contributing to society. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's a picture roll. All courtesy of Muhaimin. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs084.ash2/37544_478377454745_753109745_6690881_3588377_n.jpg"&gt; &lt;img style="width: 399px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs084.ash2/37544_478377454745_753109745_6690881_3588377_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see, speak, hear no evil + trisha. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%20http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs208.snc4/38756_478377079745_753109745_6690868_5188342_n.jpg"&gt; &lt;img style="width: 399px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs208.snc4/38756_478377079745_753109745_6690868_5188342_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. Teh freebra. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs114.ash2/39027_478377344745_753109745_6690878_6638093_n.jpg"&gt; &lt;img style="width: 399px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs114.ash2/39027_478377344745_753109745_6690878_6638093_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look funneh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs188.snc4/37715_478378419745_753109745_6690925_3522906_n.jpg"&gt; &lt;img style="width: 399px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs188.snc4/37715_478378419745_753109745_6690925_3522906_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ian, jane, yewwing, trisha and me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs246.snc4/39620_478378279745_753109745_6690919_5500976_n.jpg"&gt; &lt;img style="width: 399px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs246.snc4/39620_478378279745_753109745_6690919_5500976_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and the sexy lady. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs099.ash2/38269_478379594745_753109745_6690981_4777855_n.jpg"&gt; &lt;img style="width: 399px; height: 268px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs099.ash2/38269_478379594745_753109745_6690981_4777855_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our sad/angry picture. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs108.ash2/38738_478379569745_753109745_6690980_4863372_n.jpg"&gt; &lt;img style="width: 399px; height: 268px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs108.ash2/38738_478379569745_753109745_6690980_4863372_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the disco ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this, is all of us. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs115.ash2/39097_478379789745_753109745_6690989_1378878_n.jpg"&gt; &lt;img style="width: 518px; height: 349px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs115.ash2/39097_478379789745_753109745_6690989_1378878_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss everyone already. And I'll remember every second of it. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-6190537794880055503?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/6190537794880055503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=6190537794880055503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/6190537794880055503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/6190537794880055503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2010/08/mad-charity-show-mos.html' title='mad charity show @ MOS.'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-5791083834026854653</id><published>2010-07-19T20:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T20:29:05.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>age old mystery solved?</title><content type='html'>So, people, you CANNOT use the riddle, "Which came first? The chicken or the egg?" and puzzle someone anymore. Because, now, its been proven that the chicken came first before the egg. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to this article &lt;a href="http://www.metro.co.uk/news/835020-the-chicken-came-first-not-the-egg-scientists-prove"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, the egg shell is formed using a protein from the chicken as a catalyst to convert the calcium carbonate to calcite crystals to make up the shell of the eggs. And so, just like that, life gets a little less complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And well, from the Bible, we all know that God created animals. I guess if we all stopped trying to explain everything with science, we can save a few millions and still have the answers we need. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 406px; height: 304px;" src="http://jennygardiner.net/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/04/eggs1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class=" on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" alt="Align Center" class="gl_align_center" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-5791083834026854653?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/5791083834026854653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=5791083834026854653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/5791083834026854653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/5791083834026854653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2010/07/age-old-mystery-solved.html' title='age old mystery solved?'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-7368327527825053993</id><published>2010-07-12T18:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T18:25:42.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mad charity show.</title><content type='html'>So for the first time ever, I'll be doing hiphop numbers on stage. Oh what the hell, its the first time I'm attempting hip-hop ever. The only thing I've done that comes close to hip hop? Grooving and dancing at parties/clubs/proms. Which is a stretch, cause obviously I have no experience at all in anything street. But, I'll totally try, and make it as natural as possible. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be a dance show, full of all different styles from sultry salsa to flowing contemporary to hard hitting hip hop. A tale of a girl with determination, skill and passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So come support the event? :) It's definitely one of the first to raise money through dancing, and it is geared up to be a promising night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i842.photobucket.com/albums/zz349/kylikeschoco/MAD_Poster_A2_FAOsmall-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 340px; height: 463px;" src="http://i842.photobucket.com/albums/zz349/kylikeschoco/MAD_Poster_A2_FAOsmall-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=" 130761650290360=""&gt;http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=130761650290360&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://madcharityshow2010.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://madcharityshow2010.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-7368327527825053993?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/7368327527825053993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=7368327527825053993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/7368327527825053993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/7368327527825053993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2010/07/mad-charity-show.html' title='mad charity show.'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-4533595452342156077</id><published>2010-07-10T22:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T19:31:46.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>smile.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 529px; height: 522px;" src="http://s3.amazonaws.com/data.tumblr.com/tumblr_l5cgnyCy7C1qa9na4o1_1280.png?AWSAccessKeyId=0RYTHV9YYQ4W5Q3HQMG2&amp;Expires=1279625493&amp;Signature=apX5LRl5XRYnC9uYlHRkVx9LoyA%3D" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-4533595452342156077?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/4533595452342156077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=4533595452342156077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/4533595452342156077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/4533595452342156077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2010/07/smile.html' title='smile.'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-8880053210087164574</id><published>2010-07-01T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T19:43:50.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Lies&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;I hate them, and yet, I believe I’m the best at telling them. Throughout my life, I’ve lived with so much regret. Lying as always been a natural reflex, as much as I hated it. Very few people know about who I really am, my personality, achievements and history. Why? I’ve lied my way through. Maybe not lied as per say, but withheld information that would’ve made the truth clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure at first I’ll feel good about lying, that I managed to make someone laugh, prevent someone from further agony or impress someone. But this feeling never lasts. Some lies don’t even have benefits, but yet I do it anyway. As soon as complications arise, I lie even more to cover up my original lie in hopes of the truth never being uncovered. And then when I’m finally caught red handed, I creep into a little hole full of regret, anger and self-pity and pretend nothing else exists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lose something every time I lie. A friend, someone’s trust - &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;I lose myself&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I look back and think, who am I really? Am I fictitious? Am I someone who only cares for herself? Am I someone that simply pretends to be selfless? Or, am I what people make me out to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate lying. I hate lying to myself. I hate lying to my friends. But yet, I can’t stop myself from doing so completely. My reasons are not sound, but my gut pushes me on to do the evil deed anyway. And I must always face the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for the people I trust, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I’d do that&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-8880053210087164574?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/8880053210087164574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=8880053210087164574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/8880053210087164574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/8880053210087164574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2010/07/lies.html' title='lies.'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-2708546814883468289</id><published>2010-06-30T19:46:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T21:01:31.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the third semester.</title><content type='html'>So, its finally the final six month stretch of my entire A Levels course. The most hectic stretch, and the most important. And, to tell the truth, I'm afraid. I'm so afraid. What if nothing ends up the way I want it to be? Its every night for the past two nights that I feel like curling up in my bed and crying because I fear of what might happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;The university applications&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Work experience&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jog for Hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Editorial board&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;IELTS&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;UKCAT&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; UNDP Dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Ballet exams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Modern exams&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;A2&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's just so much to be done, and no time to do them. And somehow only &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; can calm me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing you and spending time with you makes me happy, it makes me smile genuinely even if its for a brief period of time. I know I'm mean most of the times, but I like it when you sulk and make me apologize profusely. :) I like all the times I spend with you, especially after a long day of studying. I wish you'd know how much you meant to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Gosh, its so hard to blog when all I think about is you. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-2708546814883468289?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/2708546814883468289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=2708546814883468289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/2708546814883468289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/2708546814883468289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2010/06/third-semester.html' title='the third semester.'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-294838072029129622</id><published>2010-06-24T08:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T08:11:15.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>grad ball commitee dinner.</title><content type='html'>Finally, the last bit to everything, wrapping up grad ball. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dinner @ &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Alexis&lt;/span&gt;, BSC&lt;br /&gt;+&lt;br /&gt;Dessert @ &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Tutti Frutti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I went of course, and I must say, I had a good time. Miss D was present too. :) So I shall not bore you with long essays and blogposts, and just move on to the pictures. All courtesy of Arthur Chia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 427px; height: 283px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs109.snc4/35798_410999013559_670543559_4331902_1912225_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 427px; height: 283px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs090.snc4/35879_410999453559_670543559_4331932_4414049_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 283px; height: 427px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs110.snc4/35879_410999528559_670543559_4331947_4748819_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 427px; height: 283px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs131.snc4/36927_410999918559_670543559_4331952_6490889_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 427px; height: 283px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs151.snc4/36927_410999938559_670543559_4331956_1807157_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah. Nice pictures. :)&lt;br /&gt;I must say, organising and planning the event was fun, and it was a pleasure working with all of you. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-294838072029129622?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/294838072029129622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=294838072029129622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/294838072029129622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/294838072029129622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2010/06/grad-ball-commitee-dinner.html' title='grad ball commitee dinner.'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-1409687772681814715</id><published>2010-06-23T19:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T20:29:15.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>grad ball + toy story.</title><content type='html'>I’m glad that Grad Ball is finally over, I mean, the journey there was stressful and tough, and I’m glad it turned out pretty well too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Youlin had our hair and make up done at 4ish, and the make up artist really did go all out on me with the make up. S&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he even shaved my eyebrows, so my eyebrows look funky now.&lt;/span&gt; Lol. First time that’s ever happened to me. And when I looked at myself in the mirror, it really didn’t feel that I was looking at myself. I looked like a girl, like for once. Like, super dolled up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I laughed. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I definitely had fun that night, despite the back pains. And I guess, as usual, dancing was the best part of it. I had the opportunity to usher the VIPs into the hall, dancing in front of them to Youlin’s violin piece, before going into a tango-ish sequence with Azril. I fumbled a good bit, but I’m glad everyone liked it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the night went by well too. I sat with Chung Wye, Victor, Choon Lim, Zhen Howe and the gang, and our table was super happening. LOL. It was just a good night, something I can’t really put into words. The main point is, I did have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;fun&lt;/span&gt;. Especially the dancing afterwards. :P I stayed over at a friend’s place, my friend was totally accommodating. Although I couldn’t really sleep well cause my back was hurting, I was pleasantly surprised that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, so, here’s a picture roll. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 430px; height: 285px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs041.ash2/35413_409469948559_670543559_4287096_4770933_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;group shot. :D kah mun's such a hottie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 430px; height: 285px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs119.snc4/36315_402512481667_574186667_4209253_204185_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slow dancing. i was laughing. lol. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 430px; height: 285px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs099.snc4/36315_402493936667_574186667_4208572_5501357_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;performance with azril. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 430px; height: 285px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs099.snc4/36315_402492861667_574186667_4208501_5183480_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my intake people + the graduating intake people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 430px; height: 285px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs130.snc4/36881_404040521673_705921673_4840369_1506474_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ushering of VIPs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 430px; height: 285px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs084.snc4/35585_435317517353_577812353_5765301_5033487_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and mr tcsh. I will be taller than him one day. XP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 430px; height: 285px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs084.snc4/35585_435317492353_577812353_5765297_1766736_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and yan leng, the awesome photographer. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 281px; height: 419px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs053.ash2/36008_401549861694_686331694_4839430_8144919_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and kah mun. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 281px; height: 422px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs053.ash2/36008_401550021694_686331694_4839438_2486645_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and youlin. :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 283px; height: 426px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs041.ash2/35413_409471433559_670543559_4287174_5089942_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pay close attention to the background. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 430px; height: 285px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs053.ash2/36008_401549821694_686331694_4839428_6419973_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me, chung wye and kah mun. teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And after that, I had an even better time. Quality time with Kah Mun + someone. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I woke up nice and early at 7 the next morning. I had a pretty good morning despite that anyway. :) :) And after that, I left with Chung Wye and Victor to 1 U to eat lunch and watch Toy Story 3. Toy Story 3 was amazing, even if we were packed into a whole theater of little kids. I nearly cried, it was touching in the end. :( But the mood was totally ruined with the “Oh, Romeo, Romeo” bit at the ending credits. And then after chilling at Coffee Beans for a while, I went back home. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I had a good two days&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 562px; height: 320px;" src="http://www.krisblack.com/storage/desktop-journal/toy-story-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was awesome. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-1409687772681814715?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/1409687772681814715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=1409687772681814715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/1409687772681814715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/1409687772681814715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2010/06/grad-ball-toy-story.html' title='grad ball + toy story.'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-4266535564526678037</id><published>2010-06-14T00:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T07:20:10.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gladioli.</title><content type='html'>This post is dedicated to my current favourite flower, the gladiolus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, after visiting the florist today, I've totally seen all the flowers and all the possible flowers for my future wedding, or something like that. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm completely weird and insane, but hey, that's Isabelle for you. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love the colours that the gladiolus comes in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 346px; height: 406px;" src="http://joshtom.files.wordpress.com/2009/08/gladiolus.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is just going to be a picture roll of the best shots. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://shop1.actinicexpress.co.uk/shops/rosecottageplants/images/catalog/Gladiolus-Passos-big.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 352px; height: 470px;" src="http://www.beneflor.es/Gladiolus.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 355px; height: 443px;" src="http://cvetq.info/gallery/albums/Gladiolus/gladiolus-priscilla.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 361px; height: 390px;" src="http://www.types-of-flowers.org/pictures/gladiolus_flower.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this, is just so heartwarming. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 388px; height: 555px;" src="http://www.oldhousegardens.com/images/GladiolusByzantinus.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the purples. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I opened a dozen tabs of pictures to choose my favourite ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love them. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, Isabelle's not mad, just a bit loony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(This is one of the only times my girly side shows. XP Appreciate it.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-4266535564526678037?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/4266535564526678037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=4266535564526678037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/4266535564526678037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/4266535564526678037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2010/06/gladioli.html' title='gladioli.'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-2802687963089050165</id><published>2010-06-08T08:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T09:02:26.014+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the oil spill.</title><content type='html'>Honestly, I am so sickened by the oil spill damage on the wildlife at the Gulf of Mexico. I know BP is trying to rectify it, but there has to be a price to pay for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sad how oil to us will be like another mucky coat on our skin, but to them, its deadly, lethal because they can't breathe, can't swim and can't fly. It's depressing really, and its sad how it's damaging to the wildlife and not us. If given a day in their shoes, I might just commit suicide being human to know what pain we caused them. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 466px; height: 263px;" src="http://www2.journalnow.com/exposure/ar/659/372/2010/06/06/2983_spill.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 466px; height: 350px;" src="http://transienttravels.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/black-sea.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know rambling here won't make a difference, but I hope and pray really hard this episode will all be over in a while. Please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-2802687963089050165?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/2802687963089050165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=2802687963089050165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/2802687963089050165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/2802687963089050165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2010/06/oil-spill.html' title='the oil spill.'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-148752318213695698</id><published>2010-06-05T09:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T09:16:05.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dance stills.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TAmlMkigiZI/AAAAAAAACsc/TUF5XUliz4Y/s1600/IMG_7961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TAmlMkigiZI/AAAAAAAACsc/TUF5XUliz4Y/s400/IMG_7961.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479092057058347410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TAmlMAfO-BI/AAAAAAAACsU/eru3HwrkSqk/s1600/IMG_7958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TAmlMAfO-BI/AAAAAAAACsU/eru3HwrkSqk/s400/IMG_7958.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479092047380936722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TAmlLqLpIKI/AAAAAAAACsM/Rn42qWkWSlI/s1600/IMG_7949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TAmlLqLpIKI/AAAAAAAACsM/Rn42qWkWSlI/s400/IMG_7949.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479092041393184930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TAmlK-WFqVI/AAAAAAAACsE/obalpXuStmA/s1600/IMG_7943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TAmlK-WFqVI/AAAAAAAACsE/obalpXuStmA/s400/IMG_7943.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479092029625837906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a break from the emo-ness.&lt;br /&gt;This makes me happy. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All courtesy of my sister and the Tanarata dance studios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-148752318213695698?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/148752318213695698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=148752318213695698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/148752318213695698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/148752318213695698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2010/06/dance-stills.html' title='dance stills.'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TAmlMkigiZI/AAAAAAAACsc/TUF5XUliz4Y/s72-c/IMG_7961.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-584404162076035654</id><published>2010-06-04T18:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T18:55:50.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of better and worse.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bMGgKR16FY8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&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/bMGgKR16FY8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me messing in the Tanarata studios.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days have been extremely terrible. I really thought I could keep my composure, at least for the rest of the week so I could break down during the weekends when my parents and sister leave to Teluk Intan and I'm alone. But I guess that didn't work out. I can't tell if its the stress, of the messing up of exams, or my education or the fact that I'm completely confused about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But really, I thank goodness that I have friends that are ever ready to help me all the time. You guys know who you are. And I'm so grateful because even if I barely know some of you guys at all, you still jump in to help me when I need it the most.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Thursday was the day I really dipped. I couldn't keep smiling, couldn't keep pretending everything was okay, and I just couldn't hold everything in myself. And there and then, in front of the VERY person I didn't want to be seen that way, I just broke down into sobs. And even then, it took so much effort to retain the tears that just wouldn't stop. I tried, I did try to be brave and ignore the truth, but I couldn't. It was just way too hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that wasn't it. It happened twice, in the same hour. Suddenly, I just felt myself crashing down, dying inside. I'd finally given in to everything then. My head and heart were hurting. And it did get a bit better, until I left college and everything seemed to sink in again. Even my immune system decided to fail alongside my body. But I guess I did a good job in pretending I was fine for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't get much better on Friday. The fact I lacked food and sleep just tore me down. I started off smiling and studying normally though. Although that didn't last for more than two hours because I was completely in tears then. Again. I didn't understand why everything was happening to me. I did try to stop crying. I just wished it worked. &lt;strong&gt;I wished I could show everyone who was there with me that their presence did help me. &lt;/strong&gt;It did. But I just couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed smiling though. Once in a while. And even after that, I wasn't much better. I slept because I was in so much pain and I couldn't study. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And all the time I wished for someone to be there to hug me until the pain went away.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Not that I was brave enough to ask for a hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. These emo posts must stop. But I never did want to tell everyone the full story, because I didn't want anyone else to be bogged down with my crap, and that I couldn't ever bring myself to. Sometimes things are just best left to me. But now, at least after blogging, I feel more at ease knowing I've expressed myself here. At least. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-584404162076035654?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/584404162076035654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=584404162076035654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/584404162076035654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/584404162076035654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2010/06/of-better-and-worse.html' title='of better and worse.'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-2795204585239815561</id><published>2010-06-01T08:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T08:37:50.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a good paper.</title><content type='html'>Today is the first day I came out of the exam hall and felt like I actually everything right. I feel kinda happy with myself, and its good that I have less a paper to fear now. :) Chemistry paper 2 was indeed something I feared, and I’m glad its over. Other than the stupid careless mistake of the catalyst for a reaction, I think everything else was right. Thank goodness I did the GCE past years and did the organic chemistry bit in the paper today. :P  Thumbs up for being a nerd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I’m at home, listening to a really mixed playlist of my current favourite stuff. I don’t think I’ll be sick of these songs any time soon. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beautiful Day - Lee DeWyze&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Falling Slowly - Crystal Bowersox and Lee DeWyze&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Halfway Gone - Lifehouse&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If You’re Not the One - Daniel Bedingfield&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You’ll Always Be My Baby - David Cook&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beth - Glee Cast&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Airplanes (Cover) - Cathy Nyugen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dream with My Eyes Open - Alex Lambert&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bad Romance - Glee Cast&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; All In - Lifehouse&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Every Breath - Boyce Avenue&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; In Your Skin - Lifehouse&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so there is a reason why its mostly full of Lifehouse songs. I just downloaded their Smoke &amp;amp; Mirrors album from a webbie online. And I’m loving it. No doubt Lifehouse is one of my favourite bands next to Coldplay, Paramore and AAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TARWKE_ZCwI/AAAAAAAACr0/2y_xkLW7FG0/s1600/catwip.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TARWKE_ZCwI/AAAAAAAACr0/2y_xkLW7FG0/s400/catwip.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477597777927670530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh! There’s this thing I tried photoshopping a while back, which I just found today. :P It’s a black cat. No reference, which probably explains why its a bit cacat.  I shall finish this one day. I promise. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, under this smile masked on my face, deep inside me, I’m still confused and hurting. I think the need for me to punch someone is just so strong, and I can’t help but feel like giving up. Honestly, I don’t even know what is holding me back from giving up, but I know that as much as I try to give up, a small part of me doesn’t want to let go. And that’s what bugs me, because it pains me to be like this; and yet, there is NOTHING I can do about it but wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*My internet was not working yesterday, which explains why this blogpost was only posted now. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-2795204585239815561?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/2795204585239815561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=2795204585239815561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/2795204585239815561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/2795204585239815561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2010/06/good-paper.html' title='a good paper.'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TARWKE_ZCwI/AAAAAAAACr0/2y_xkLW7FG0/s72-c/catwip.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-3877383678622331261</id><published>2010-05-26T20:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T20:26:44.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>regret.</title><content type='html'>There has not been a single paper that has not made me freeze up during the exam itself.  Today was no exception. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Biology paper 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. The bar was just raised again. Challenging, just what you’d expect from CIE. I feel really dumb, and I honestly feel like kicking myself for not preparing more by doing AQA. (That I’ll definitely do for Chem now.) &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I tell myself I want A*s.&lt;/span&gt; I wish. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From today til Monday, I’ll be doing Chem like a total nerd, no distractions.&lt;/span&gt; I don’t want any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside that, there’s still uni applications to sort out, which I haven’t been succeeding in doing. I have tried to write my personal statement, but I end up staring at a blank page in dismay. I have yet to find out about the Edinburgh award. I have yet to apply for UKCAT and IELTS. Must do soooon! And I just recall I’m attending a Chemistry contest and the Australian Math Competition in July and August. I hope I do well. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Gaga&lt;/span&gt; Glee episode made me really happy. :) That, and latin dance class. Finally something fun like the samba, not like the rest weren’t fun. :P This is just challenging. I like challenge. :) Heeh. Ismail, you have no idea what you’re missing out on. That’s for ditching me during the exams. :P I’m hoping this will totally come in handy in casual dancing in dance clubs or anything of that sort. Haha. One day, latin class needs to recorded. For the fun of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*This is totally random, but I like guys that dance. It’s just such a turn on. Lmao. Mock me.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll just try my best to put everything behind me, and do the papers ahead of me the best I can. I just wish the papers would be more do-able. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A string of continuous study will do me much good. I’ve told myself I’d do it, and I will. :) Starting tomorrow, no more complaining and regretting. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;, need to get out of my head so I can concentrate. Lol. Then again, I can’t concentrate either way. Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Nerd out! :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Must choreograph solo for UNDP audition!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-3877383678622331261?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/3877383678622331261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=3877383678622331261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/3877383678622331261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/3877383678622331261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2010/05/regret.html' title='regret.'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-6895293827011069118</id><published>2010-05-21T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T21:34:32.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of bad days, or weeks.</title><content type='html'>I feel very troubled. Tears are welling up in my throat now. Its been a rather bad week I guess, but I’m just glad there were people to lift my spirits all the time. I swear, I don’t deserve anything that you guys have been doing for me. Sigh. I was happy today during college and all, but now, I just feel like crap. I guess I deserve it anyway. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I always mess up everything and I’m sorry I do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate shoving my problems onto anyone. There’s where the blog comes in handy. I don’t trouble anyone this way. Thank goodness. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-6895293827011069118?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/6895293827011069118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=6895293827011069118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/6895293827011069118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/6895293827011069118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2010/05/of-bad-days-or-weeks.html' title='of bad days, or weeks.'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-5543223076784524499</id><published>2010-05-19T21:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T21:34:19.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>airplanes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EC6I6AD2DoQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&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/EC6I6AD2DoQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Airplanes - B.o.B ft. Hayley Williams&lt;br /&gt;Dancing starts at 1:20.&lt;br /&gt;Katee and Twitch. LOVE. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayley:&lt;br /&gt;Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars?&lt;br /&gt;I could really use a wish right now, wish right now, wish right now&lt;br /&gt;Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars?&lt;br /&gt;I could really use a wish right now, wish right now, wish right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B.o.B:&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I could use a dream or a genie or a wish&lt;br /&gt;To go back to a place much simpler than this&lt;br /&gt;Cause after all the partying, the smashin' and crashin'&lt;br /&gt;And all the glips and the glam and the fashion&lt;br /&gt;And all the pandemonium and  all the madness&lt;br /&gt;There comes a time where you fade to the blackness&lt;br /&gt;And when you starin' at that phone in your lap&lt;br /&gt;And you hopin' but them people never call you back&lt;br /&gt;But that's just how the story unfolds&lt;br /&gt;You get another hand soon after you fold&lt;br /&gt;And when your plans unravel in the sand&lt;br /&gt;What would you wish for if you had one chance&lt;br /&gt;So airplane, airplane sorry I'm late&lt;br /&gt;I'm on my way so don't close that gate&lt;br /&gt;If I don't make that, then I switch my flight&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be right back at it by the end of the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayley:&lt;br /&gt;Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars?&lt;br /&gt;I could really use a wish right now, wish right now, wish right now&lt;br /&gt;Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars?&lt;br /&gt;I could really use a wish right now, wish right now, wish right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B.o.B:&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Somebody take me back to the days&lt;br /&gt;Before this was a job&lt;br /&gt;Before I got payed&lt;br /&gt;Before it ever matter what I had in my bank&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, back when I was tryin' to get a tip at Subway&lt;br /&gt;And back when I was rappin' for the hell of it&lt;br /&gt;But now a days we rappin' to stay relevant&lt;br /&gt;I'm guessin' that if we can make some wishes outta airplanes, then maybe oh maybe I'd go back to the days&lt;br /&gt;Before the politics that we called a rap game&lt;br /&gt;And back when ain't nobody listened to my mix tape&lt;br /&gt;And back before I tried to cover up my slang&lt;br /&gt;But this is for Decatur what's up Bobby Ray&lt;br /&gt;So can I get a wish, to end the politics&lt;br /&gt;And get back to the music that started this shit&lt;br /&gt;So here I stand and then again I say&lt;br /&gt;I'm hopin' we can make some wishes outta airplanes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayley:&lt;br /&gt;Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars?&lt;br /&gt;I could really use a wish right now, wish right now, wish right now&lt;br /&gt;Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars?&lt;br /&gt;I could really use a wish right now, wish right now, wish right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B.o.B&lt;br /&gt;I could really use a wish right now&lt;br /&gt;I, I, I could really use a wish right now&lt;br /&gt;Like, like, like shooting stars&lt;br /&gt;I, I, I could, I could really use a wish right now&lt;br /&gt;A wish, a wish right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-5543223076784524499?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/5543223076784524499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=5543223076784524499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/5543223076784524499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/5543223076784524499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2010/05/airplanes.html' title='airplanes.'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-4472879814462453066</id><published>2010-05-11T18:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T18:47:07.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>theft.</title><content type='html'>It’s never been so scary. I’ve been shaking for hours, trying to figure out exactly what happened, and how it happened and why. Even while writing this, I’m shaking all over. Tears welled up in my throat. I feel like crying but I don’t want mom to worry. I reacted fast enough, but not fast enough to stop him completely. I need a shoulder to cry on, someone to hug - &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was raining. I was in the car, and I saw him walking towards the car. I did. I just didn’t think he’d punch the window and grab my mom’s bag. Even then, I keep thinking, if I pulled hard enough, I would have stopped him from taking the bag altogether. I was just so stoned at that time. And it was like every ounce of my energy had just left me. I did run after him. But my mom stopped me before I could grab him, that I nearly did. All I remember is that he was Malay, thin, black jacket, orange shirt, messy hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is my fault. If I had just pulled the bag with as much energy as I slap people. If I just could remember more about the guy’s face. If I had just been able to react quicker and taken the bag even before he grabbed it. I know yes, there’s the possibility he might hit me with the same thing he used to bash the window. But I could have tried. I could have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s times like these where I just thank God my mom is safe. I’m so grateful. I’m just so thankful for all the friends I have too. Even those I’ve just made. They’ve been such a big help, and I’d never known what would’ve happened if I didn’t meet them. I don’t want to think about it at all. I just don’t. Thanks Chung Wye. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I’m sorry mom. I’m sorry I couldn’t stop it from happening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep telling everyone I’m alright. But after today, can I really be alright?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-4472879814462453066?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/4472879814462453066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=4472879814462453066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/4472879814462453066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/4472879814462453066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2010/05/theft.html' title='theft.'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-8862164052577569558</id><published>2010-05-10T21:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T21:38:04.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>50 facts about me.</title><content type='html'>1. I love hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I am a Banana. I can't speak a single string of Chinese, even if I was forced to. I can repeat after someone says it though. I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I love purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I have known Sugeeta and Megan for 12 years. And they are both my bestest buddies in the whole world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I used to play piano, do gymnastics and swim competitively. Now, I mostly just dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I hate people who pretend to know me when they have no clue what I've been through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I was once a nerdy little kid with round glasses and buck teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I lose my stationery periodically over the span of a term, and end up using Sugeeta's stationery alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I've always wanted to try out for a show like So You Think You Can Dance or something, just to see if I'm really as good as people say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I am a really terrible self-critic. I never think I do a good enough job for anything, thus I'm a perfectionist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I love food. I am an enormous eater. I just love food. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I hate onions, garlic, spring onions, ginger, bitter gourd, raddish, carrots and pumpkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I am slightly anemic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I am literally a pain-magnet. My body was never built for sports. I have an injury in my right knee, left ankle and lower back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. The first celebrity guy I liked was Matt Bomer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I sometimes cry myself to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I read and watch Naruto. Bite me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I like photoshopping in my freetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I know how to play DOTA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. I have managed to master every single dance style I come across, except hip-hop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. I hated dancing as a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. I can beat Reza up easily. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. I have been in Cempaka all my life, but I moved to Tanarata International School in Year 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. I did my final year of high-school in a class with two people - me and Reza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. I am very bad at prioritising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. I somehow feel very little pressure due to exams nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. I wanted to grow up to be an artist when I was 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. If I had a choice, I'd pick to minor in dance when I go to university and do my VetScience course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. I am a bit anti-social.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. People say I look like bambi, but I fail to see the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Jeanine Mason, Chelsea Thedinga, Katee Shean and Shizu Yasuda have been my dance inspirations like since forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. I have only started tweeting due to peer pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. I read fan-fiction, sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. I cannot read through Pride and Prejudice. Don't curse me for not appreciating literature, its just too hard to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Sometimes, I think that I should be a man. I enjoy hitting people, fixing things and carrying stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. I like musicals. And I have only ever been in one Cempaka Musical Production; Witches of Oz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. I have a really high pain threshold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. But in any other case, I cannot stand needles being poked into me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. I hate going to the hospital and I cannot donate blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. I nearly underwent surgery once for a cyst removal. I cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. I've only been hospitalized once, when I had a terrible stomach ache during Cempaka's Debate competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. I don't like taking medication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. I rarely take credit for anything I do. I'm always a background worker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. My all time favourite song is You and I Collide by Howie Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. I think Lady Gaga is really creative, but weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. I hate it when I have a crush on a guy best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. I wish I'd be more grateful for everything I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Sometimes I stare at the moon, and hope that the person I like is staring at it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. I am easily jealous of people who are so much better at what I do than I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. I'm competitive. And I hate that about myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-8862164052577569558?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/8862164052577569558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=8862164052577569558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/8862164052577569558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/8862164052577569558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2010/05/50-facts-about-me.html' title='50 facts about me.'/><author><name>the monster in your 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care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget it.&lt;br /&gt;I guess sometimes, moving on is all I can do.&lt;br /&gt;And that I shall.&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry about me.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be fine.&lt;br /&gt;I'll always be fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-4875403135386411064?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/4875403135386411064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=4875403135386411064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/4875403135386411064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/4875403135386411064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2010/05/gloom.html' title='gloom.'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-5320513466228708452</id><published>2010-05-08T21:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T23:20:04.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the past.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since everyone is so emo lately, I decided to take a little walk down memory lane too.&lt;br /&gt;it was .. nostalgic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/S-V9bRHFggI/AAAAAAAACq8/-oOZko4HfnU/s1600/IMGP3747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/S-V9bRHFggI/AAAAAAAACq8/-oOZko4HfnU/s400/IMGP3747.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468915229914399234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the times when cempaka swimming club was so integrated.&lt;br /&gt;i miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/S-V8kjchVZI/AAAAAAAACqE/wIcHTZJYP5g/s1600/IMG_0951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/S-V8kjchVZI/AAAAAAAACqE/wIcHTZJYP5g/s400/IMG_0951.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468914289943336338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the days when i used to swim so fast.&lt;br /&gt;This was when I managed to my first relay meet record by the way. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/S-V9aqoNGkI/AAAAAAAACq0/D1vYGd0pPLI/s1600/IMGP3592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/S-V9aqoNGkI/AAAAAAAACq0/D1vYGd0pPLI/s400/IMGP3592.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468915219584326210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wining msss swimming 2008.&lt;br /&gt;we got into the papers too! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/S-V_UceFaoI/AAAAAAAACrc/4tpQ-azSnw8/s1600/Photo+52.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/S-V_UceFaoI/AAAAAAAACrc/4tpQ-azSnw8/s400/Photo+52.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468917311727823490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;messing during sports excel. :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/S-V_TvytsuI/AAAAAAAACrU/1bpRpgY53SI/s1600/Photo+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/S-V_TvytsuI/AAAAAAAACrU/1bpRpgY53SI/s400/Photo+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468917299734754018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the two goons *out of a six others* in year 10. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/S-V9Y-tH0wI/AAAAAAAACqc/yORGGzzgn-o/s1600/IMG_2472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/S-V9Y-tH0wI/AAAAAAAACqc/yORGGzzgn-o/s400/IMG_2472.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468915190613922562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;year 10 @ cempaka.&lt;br /&gt;:):):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/S-V_SpxQBXI/AAAAAAAACrE/rWTCFoprodc/s1600/n517652749_740932_401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/S-V_SpxQBXI/AAAAAAAACrE/rWTCFoprodc/s400/n517652749_740932_401.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468917280938132850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;presidents cup 2008.&lt;br /&gt;tania and i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/S-V8lhbjg0I/AAAAAAAACqM/6Z-nNAJRymU/s1600/IMG_1011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/S-V8lhbjg0I/AAAAAAAACqM/6Z-nNAJRymU/s400/IMG_1011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468914306582283074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;harimau's victory after 14 years of losing swimming gala.&lt;br /&gt;we pwn yo. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/S-V_TKLJs-I/AAAAAAAACrM/hkQT3yaI8g8/s1600/P4250098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/S-V_TKLJs-I/AAAAAAAACrM/hkQT3yaI8g8/s400/P4250098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468917289636705250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cheer 2008. i was captain then.&lt;br /&gt;we did awesome. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/S-V8mK-1U0I/AAAAAAAACqU/lad5K8243wk/s1600/IMG_1792.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/S-V8mK-1U0I/AAAAAAAACqU/lad5K8243wk/s400/IMG_1792.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468914317736104770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tawan cruises challenge '09.&lt;br /&gt;I totally miss those times at the super awesome villa in Phuket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/S-V8jiebGsI/AAAAAAAACp0/trZyZb0dPwc/s1600/20090407194403%285%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/S-V8jiebGsI/AAAAAAAACp0/trZyZb0dPwc/s400/20090407194403%285%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468914272503012034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;dancing during class. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/S-V9ZWb2XSI/AAAAAAAACqk/fADg-MERrd8/s1600/IMG_5354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/S-V9ZWb2XSI/AAAAAAAACqk/fADg-MERrd8/s400/IMG_5354.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468915196983926050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;life saving course!&lt;br /&gt;sunnies ftw!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/S-V9aImfV5I/AAAAAAAACqs/x3PK9XNqh1A/s1600/IMG_6127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/S-V9aImfV5I/AAAAAAAACqs/x3PK9XNqh1A/s400/IMG_6127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468915210450327442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;phillea home visit.&lt;br /&gt;haha. this was during role playing.&lt;br /&gt;meet Ka Shing, Grumpy the dwarf. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 415px; height: 311px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-sjc1/hs175.snc3/20239_1338167095645_1275170158_988992_5072041_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;us being crazy during orientation party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOVED IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at everything makes me miss it even more.&lt;br /&gt;All those times, all those memories, that just make me happy to still be alive.&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me, that time waits for no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; end soon, and I just fear I'll regret not doing the things I wanted to do, but didn't because I wasn't brave enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I won't let that happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;time after time;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-5320513466228708452?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/5320513466228708452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=5320513466228708452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/5320513466228708452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/5320513466228708452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2010/05/past.html' title='the past.'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/S-V9bRHFggI/AAAAAAAACq8/-oOZko4HfnU/s72-c/IMGP3747.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-2825597690845547159</id><published>2010-05-06T22:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T22:45:06.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>elegance.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l0ea3onaP31qzrk5xo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been dancing and studying my ass off for the past few days, and have been trying my utmost best not to look half dead on campus. Unfortunately, that's just not working out for me. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been listening to loads of classics recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(and dancing to them)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They calm my poor nerves and destress me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-2825597690845547159?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/2825597690845547159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=2825597690845547159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/2825597690845547159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/2825597690845547159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2010/05/elegance.html' title='elegance.'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-5314440548761748259</id><published>2010-05-03T20:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T21:05:39.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quote.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;My grandfather once told me that there are two kinds of people: those who do the work and those who take the credit. He told me to try to be in the first group; there was less competition there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INDIRA GHANDI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I saw this on BBC today, and I totally agree. And unfortunately, I too belong to the first group. I'm not sure, I was never really a person to stand up to take credit for something I did, even if I do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;grumble deep down&lt;/span&gt; about not receiving any. I'm always the person standing backstage, smiling and clapping along when someone praised the finished piece of work, crediting the leader of the project/group etc. Nope, I've never been really one to demand for credit. I'm more of the type who just wants to do what she wants to do. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;I've always loved being a worker, I guess I just like doing work. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;However, lately, it just hurts more and more this happens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But I guess, I'll always be the '&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;good worker&lt;/span&gt;', it is what I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; at doing anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;explosions in the sky;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-5314440548761748259?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/5314440548761748259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=5314440548761748259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/5314440548761748259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/5314440548761748259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2010/05/quote.html' title='quote.'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-7786235274270525794</id><published>2010-05-02T23:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T23:49:28.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dear john.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.indiewire.com/images/uploads/i/dearjohn1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally watched it.&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what everyone says, I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;Haven't seen a good tearjerker like that in a REALLY long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside the fact that Channing Tatum is in this movie, I loved the soundtrack, the acting, the setting and everything else. I'm not a really big fan of Amanda Seyfried, but she really acted so well as Savannah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;sweet&lt;/span&gt; even if it was sad too. :)&lt;br /&gt;*thumbs up!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.daemonsmovies.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/dear_john_01-550x366.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 542px; height: 363px;" src="http://www.atnzone.com/nz/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/dear-john-photo-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 539px; height: 360px;" src="http://www.aceshowbiz.com/images/still/dear_john08.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dear john;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-7786235274270525794?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/7786235274270525794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=7786235274270525794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/7786235274270525794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/7786235274270525794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2010/05/dear-john.html' title='dear john.'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-6296449255043893026</id><published>2010-05-01T15:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T15:32:30.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bone bites.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Dr. Sweets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Bones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Do you think he was killed for his guitar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;All we know is that he was killed WITH his guitar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;With a 57 Gibson Les Paul?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's like whacking someone with the Mona Lisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heeh. My favourite line from the whole episode.&lt;br /&gt;I guess its funnier if you watch it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Bones; 5x19 - The Rocker in the Rinse Cycle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-6296449255043893026?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/6296449255043893026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=6296449255043893026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/6296449255043893026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/6296449255043893026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2010/05/bone-bites.html' title='bone bites.'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-8479041431953200139</id><published>2010-04-29T21:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T21:17:58.242+08:00</updated><title type='text'>like a prayer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_9urGXQcsiM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&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/_9urGXQcsiM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;Like a Prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Life is a mystery, everyone must stand alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I hear you call my name and it feels like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;When you call my name, it's like a little&lt;br /&gt;Prayer. I'm down on my knees, I wanna take you&lt;br /&gt;there. In the midnight hour, I can feel your&lt;br /&gt;Power. Just like a prayer, you know I'll take you there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear your voice, it's like an angel sighing.&lt;br /&gt;I have no choice, I hear your voice, feels like&lt;br /&gt;Flying. I close my eyes, oh God, I think I'm&lt;br /&gt;Falling, out of the sky. I close my eyes, Heaven&lt;br /&gt;Help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;When you call my name, it's like a little&lt;br /&gt;Prayer. I'm down on my knees, I wanna take you&lt;br /&gt;There. In the midnight hour, I can feel your&lt;br /&gt;Power just like a prayer. You know I'll take&lt;br /&gt;You there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a child, you whisper softly to me. You're&lt;br /&gt;In control just like a child, now I'm dancing.&lt;br /&gt;It's like a dream, no end and no beginning.&lt;br /&gt;You're here with me, it's like a dream. Let&lt;br /&gt;The choir sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;When you call my name, it's like a little&lt;br /&gt;Prayer. I'm down on my knees, I wanna take you&lt;br /&gt;There. In the midnight hour, I can feel your&lt;br /&gt;Power, just like a prayer. You know I'll take&lt;br /&gt;You there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;When you call my name, it's like a little&lt;br /&gt;Prayer. I'm down on my knees, I wanna take you&lt;br /&gt;There. In the midnight hour, I can feel your&lt;br /&gt;Power just like a prayer. You know I'll take&lt;br /&gt;You there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain:&lt;br /&gt;Life is a mystery, everyone must stand alone.&lt;br /&gt;I hear you call my name and it feels like&lt;br /&gt;Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge:&lt;br /&gt;Just like a prayer, your voice can take me&lt;br /&gt;There. Just like a muse to me , you are a&lt;br /&gt;Mystery. Just like a dream, you are not what&lt;br /&gt;You seem. Just like a prayer, no choice,&lt;br /&gt;Your voice can take me there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intermediate:&lt;br /&gt;Just like a prayer, I'll take you there. It's&lt;br /&gt;Like a dream to me. Just like a prayer, I'll&lt;br /&gt;Take you there. It's like a dream to me. Just&lt;br /&gt;Like a prayer, I'll take you there. It's like&lt;br /&gt;A dream to me. Just like a prayer, I'll take&lt;br /&gt;You there. It's like a dream to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Medley)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge:&lt;br /&gt;Just like a prayer, your voice can take me&lt;br /&gt;There. Just like a muse to me, you are a&lt;br /&gt;Mystery. Just like a dream, you are not what&lt;br /&gt;You seem. Just like a prayer, no choice,&lt;br /&gt;Your voice can take me there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intermediate:&lt;br /&gt;Just like a prayer, I'll take you there. It's&lt;br /&gt;Like a dream to me. Just like a prayer, I'll&lt;br /&gt;Take you there. It's like a dream to me. Just&lt;br /&gt;Like a prayer, I'll take you there. It's like&lt;br /&gt;A dream to me. Just like a prayer, I'll take&lt;br /&gt;You there. It's like a dream to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;GLEE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-8479041431953200139?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/8479041431953200139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=8479041431953200139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/8479041431953200139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/8479041431953200139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2010/04/like-prayer.html' title='like a prayer.'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-2057254083059549276</id><published>2010-04-24T20:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T19:21:53.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weekly ramble.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've just completely run out of blogging material. These days, I'm just so exhausted from the dancing, the college work, work experience and synchronized swimming. All the things I love doing. :) *except college work*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sortof all excited for the Viennese Ball that's going to be held in Vienna next March. :) But but but, I have no dance partner. Which really stinks. And probably means I can't exactly go. :(  It looks so fun though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 424px; height: 282px;" src="http://waltzingtilldawn.com/NewYears/Images/0051.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Any guy willing to be my partner? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*p.s: its expensive too. :S*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-2057254083059549276?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/2057254083059549276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=2057254083059549276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/2057254083059549276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/2057254083059549276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2010/04/weekly-ramble.html' title='weekly ramble.'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-8052204746362105530</id><published>2010-04-20T23:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T23:38:17.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>vitamin string quartet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/O4dy66LMEYQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&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/O4dy66LMEYQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea they produced such awesome tributes to such awesome songs. And, their tributes, are so classically awesome, and obviously the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BEST&lt;/span&gt; instrumentals I've ever heard. EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Lovelovelove.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://files.myopera.com/SvetlaBat/albums/705140/thumbs/Vitamin%20String%20Quartet.jpg_thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't get enough credit for their work. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-8052204746362105530?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/8052204746362105530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=8052204746362105530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/8052204746362105530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/8052204746362105530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2010/04/vitamin-string-quartet.html' title='vitamin string quartet.'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-6662072611693148882</id><published>2010-04-12T10:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T10:40:07.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>busy bee.</title><content type='html'>The week has been extremely hectic.&lt;br /&gt;From exams, to ballet to church.&lt;br /&gt;I practically was on coffee for the last three days. So so so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, when I went to test the video projection for the 40th Anniversary of the Diocese of West Malaysia on Saturday morning, I saw a nice big space to dance on. And guess what? That, I did. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/S8KHuuoaMjI/AAAAAAAACps/ue2lSjZGv_o/s1600/20100410140220%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/S8KHuuoaMjI/AAAAAAAACps/ue2lSjZGv_o/s400/20100410140220%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459074935187714610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside that, I still need to choreograph my dance piece for the talent show and get my ballet exam stuff down. Sigh. And study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;I need to duplicate myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-6662072611693148882?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/6662072611693148882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=6662072611693148882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/6662072611693148882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/6662072611693148882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2010/04/busy-bee.html' title='busy bee.'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/S8KHuuoaMjI/AAAAAAAACps/ue2lSjZGv_o/s72-c/20100410140220%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-1079907272028650144</id><published>2010-04-08T00:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T09:01:06.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>inspirations to dance.</title><content type='html'>Well, I saw this on another dancer’s blog and that just made me think. Who were mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Jeanine Mason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 291px; height: 438px;" src="http://i631.photobucket.com/albums/uu37/OxSamantha11xo/JeanineMason.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Her modesty, her personality and her beautiful lines are just one of the few things that make her a role model for anyone. She just shows that you don’t need to be anaeroxic to dance brilliantly. During So You Think You Can Dance, being the dark horse, she still overcame every obstacle. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;She’s one of those people that just inspire you to try harder every time and to always keep improving. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Chelsea Thedinga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0mZdSjBEXzM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&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/0mZdSjBEXzM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you just love dance that means something and isn’t just about high legs and who can turn more? After finding this on youtube, watching this just lifts me up from the pits. The choreography is brilliant, and aside her effortless dancing, Chelsea’s just such an inspiration. She’s so expressive, its uplifting. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;She taught me there was life through dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Shizu Yasuda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 341px; height: 341px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v1927/31/14/537536220/n537536220_2428512_803.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 230px; height: 347px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs072.snc3/13950_195016931220_537536220_4533752_3324307_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Watching her dance in person was just one of those things that left you in awe. Her body is just so expressive when she dances. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;She was the first to make me realize stories are present behind flawless dance routines.&lt;/span&gt; She’s the first Asian contemporary dancer that I just loved. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;x0x0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-1079907272028650144?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/1079907272028650144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=1079907272028650144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/1079907272028650144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/1079907272028650144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2010/04/inspirations-to-dance.html' title='inspirations to dance.'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-218484694692718099</id><published>2010-04-06T19:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T20:02:37.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>little miss.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/S7shqBsNtaI/AAAAAAAACpk/XWLzCPBkiJU/s1600/Picture+4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/S7shqBsNtaI/AAAAAAAACpk/XWLzCPBkiJU/s400/Picture+4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456992379381593506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Behold the tees I bought today. I was so upset I couldn't find reasonably priced ones for so long, and the it was in a tiny shop in Ikea selling them for RM 9.90 each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;JOY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* You can sort of tell the little miss chatterbox is for my sister. :P *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-218484694692718099?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/218484694692718099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=218484694692718099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/218484694692718099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/218484694692718099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2010/04/little-miss.html' title='little miss.'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/S7shqBsNtaI/AAAAAAAACpk/XWLzCPBkiJU/s72-c/Picture+4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-6907225403621331370</id><published>2010-04-03T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T23:49:17.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>from piles of papers;</title><content type='html'>Exams have gone underway.&lt;br /&gt;And thus the reign of Miss-Most-Careless-In-Class begins. I really am the most careless person ever. That just never changes. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as everyone’s so stressed about the exams, for some reason, I’m just not. It’s just like another test to me, and I just worry loads after an exam, but that passes as soon as the day is over. I’ve been studying a good load though; but I always lose my focus after half an hour or so. Sigh. So this, is what has been helping me focus. My top ten most played in my study playlist *no I don’t listen to hard rock while studying*. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;You and I Collide - Howie Day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Unwell - Matchbox 20&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Try - Asher Book&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Smile - Uncle Kracker&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yellow - Coldplay&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fireflies - Owl City&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;For Good - Wicked Cast&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hey Soul Sister - Train&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;All We Are - Matt Nathanson&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; 21 Guns - American Idiot Cast / Green Day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slow with a nice melody and lyrics that isn’t too distracting or too boring. Just the thing to help keep me focused while stopping me from falling into slumber. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-6907225403621331370?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/6907225403621331370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=6907225403621331370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/6907225403621331370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/6907225403621331370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2010/04/from-piles-of-papers.html' title='from piles of papers;'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-401849227092368402</id><published>2010-03-31T20:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T20:55:03.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Probe sees 'Pac-man in the moon'</title><content type='html'>This is cool. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/media/images/47557000/jpg/_47557147_pac_nasa_466.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="first"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Cassini spacecraft in orbit around Saturn has caught an interesting new view of the tiny moon Mimas.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The probe measured temperature differences across the object's surface and produced a map that looks just like the 1980s Pac-Man video games icon. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Scientists are unsure why Mimas should display such variations but say it is probably related to the diversity of textures in the surface materials. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some textures may retain heat better than others, they explain. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- E SF --&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mimas is about 400km (250 miles) across. It has a distinctive scar called Herschel Crater which has led many to draw comparisons with the "Death Star" from the Star Wars movies. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Cassini team says the creation of the crater itself might have played a key role in changing conditions across extensive regions of the moon's surface. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cassini is a joint venture between the US space agency (Nasa), the European Space Agency (Esa) and the Italian Space Agency (ASI). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Its mission was recently extended through to 2017. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: bbc.co.uk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-401849227092368402?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/401849227092368402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=401849227092368402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/401849227092368402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/401849227092368402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2010/03/probe-sees-pac-man-in-moon.html' title='Probe sees &apos;Pac-man in the moon&apos;'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-8874240427497740587</id><published>2010-03-29T07:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T19:22:56.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>missing pieces;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kznyy3z1rm1qaauvpo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People always ask if I'm in a relationship or whether I want one. I mean, its not like I haven’t had them before but at the moment, all I’m really looking for are friends that I can totally trust and rely on. I miss those days where I could completely rely on guys, that were so nice, and you just know they’re never going to make an abrupt move on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those times where they would always tell the truth instead of lying, and tell me straight off if I have a crappy attitude or look off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those times where those guys were complete jokers and flirts, but made me smile all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those times when they would comfort me with senseless words, pull me in a hug and help me sleep at night when I was down, and know that they would never take advantage of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those times where they’d just tell me honestly about what guys want and what do to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those times where they were just there when your girlfriends can’t help you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s only taken three years for my world to completely flip around. T&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ania’s post totally made me realize that. &lt;/span&gt;I miss that loads. And I’m going to university sometime next year too. It’s too soon. How’d I know who to trust and who’d be there for me then besides my ever trusty girlfriends? I’m hoping that my girlfriends will be more than enough for me to get through the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*p.s: the new layout. bigger font. and i love it laaa. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-8874240427497740587?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/8874240427497740587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=8874240427497740587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/8874240427497740587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/8874240427497740587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-everything-turns-against-you.html' title='missing pieces;'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-7636210001036646683</id><published>2010-03-20T22:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T23:00:50.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>smile.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Uncle Kracker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, is to all my friends out there. Love you all loads.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You´re better then the best&lt;br /&gt;I´m lucky just to linger in your life&lt;br /&gt;Cooler then the flip side of my pillow that´s right&lt;br /&gt;Completely unaware&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can compare to where you send me&lt;br /&gt;Lets me know that it´s ok yeah it´s ok&lt;br /&gt;And the moments where my good times start to fade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me smile like the sun&lt;br /&gt;Fall out of bed sing like a bird&lt;br /&gt;Dizzy in my head spin like a record&lt;br /&gt;Crazy on a Sunday night&lt;br /&gt;You make me dance like a fool&lt;br /&gt;Forget how to breathe&lt;br /&gt;Shine like gold buzz like a bee&lt;br /&gt;Just the thought of you can drive me wild&lt;br /&gt;Ohh you make me smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when you´re gone&lt;br /&gt;Somehow you come along&lt;br /&gt;Just like a flower poking through the sidewalk crack and just like that&lt;br /&gt;You steal away the rain and just like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me smile like the sun&lt;br /&gt;Fall out of bed sing like bird&lt;br /&gt;Dizzy in my head spin like a record&lt;br /&gt;Crazy on a Sunday night&lt;br /&gt;You make me dance like a fool&lt;br /&gt;Forget how to breathe&lt;br /&gt;Shine like gold buzz like a bee&lt;br /&gt;Just the thought of you can drive me wild&lt;br /&gt;Ohh you make me smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don´t know how I lived without you&lt;br /&gt;Cuz everytime that I get around you&lt;br /&gt;I see the best of me inside your eyes&lt;br /&gt;You make me smile&lt;br /&gt;You make me dance like a fool&lt;br /&gt;Forget how to breathe&lt;br /&gt;Shine like gold buzz like a bee&lt;br /&gt;Just the thought of you can drive me wild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me smile like the sun&lt;br /&gt;Fall out of bed sing like bird&lt;br /&gt;Dizzy in my head spin like a record&lt;br /&gt;Crazy on a Sunday night&lt;br /&gt;You make me dance like a fool&lt;br /&gt;Forget how to breathe&lt;br /&gt;Shine like gold buzz like a bee&lt;br /&gt;Just the thought of you can drive me wild&lt;br /&gt;Ohh you make me smile&lt;br /&gt;Ohh you make me smile&lt;br /&gt;Ohh you make me smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;smiley smiley smiley;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-7636210001036646683?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/7636210001036646683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=7636210001036646683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/7636210001036646683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/7636210001036646683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2010/03/smile.html' title='smile.'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-8971237205856119720</id><published>2010-03-12T17:01:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T23:16:12.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>impatience.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sugeeta and I have a new found obsession over Ian Somerhalder (and aside that I like Paul Wesley about just as much). *Thank God he comes back on screens on the 25th!*  And I just love White Collar obsessively now. AND I CAN'T WAIT TIL SEPTEMBER. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kyu08b7kYn1qb96m5o1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is totally one of my favourite pictures of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Ian&lt;/span&gt;. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Vampire Diaries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s3.amazonaws.com/data.tumblr.com/tumblr_kyxk0wPSCC1qak7n0o1_1280.jpg?AWSAccessKeyId=0RYTHV9YYQ4W5Q3HQMG2&amp;amp;Expires=1268471070&amp;amp;Signature=VVjnnP30SYnPgnz26GcN0l6WuYs%3D"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 423px; height: 585px;" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kyxk0wPSCC1qak7n0o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A page of Seventeen. I know its cliche, but I do like the good guy in Vampire Diaries too. :P And this is the best vampire comparison ever. Seriously, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Paul&lt;/span&gt; has the nicest bod. And I take scary over sparkly any day. Sorry Pattinson. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Seventeen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kz5aftW97E1qzogsfo1_500.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt Bomer for anyone? He's so charismatic and charming. He's amazing, why can't he act in other movies or TV shows? :(   He's fantastic in White Collar. A must watch CW show. MUST WATCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/izziedizzie.tumblr.com"&gt;&lt;u&gt;tumblr&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt; has like THE best shots of them.&lt;br /&gt;Well, all reblogged la. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-8971237205856119720?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/8971237205856119720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=8971237205856119720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/8971237205856119720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/8971237205856119720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2010/03/impatience.html' title='impatience.'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-8115581836084807759</id><published>2010-03-11T22:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T17:01:27.042+08:00</updated><title type='text'>movies to look forward to.</title><content type='html'>When White Collar hit their season finale, I was so depressed. ONLY 13 EPISODES. And it ends with a devastating cliffhanger. AHHHHH! And I don't know when it returns again. :(   And Vampire Diaries doesn't return onto the television screen until 23rd March. Days before trials. :'(    I felt so depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I did what Sugeeta would normally do (minus the soccernet part  :P ).&lt;br /&gt;Go on IMDb. And here, are the movies to look forward to in these few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;1. Alice in Wonderland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 319px; height: 479px;" src="http://pocketchange.become.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/tim-burton-alice-in-wonderland-movie-photos-7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hands down a classic remake worth watching. I'm not a big fan of the classic tale, but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Johnny Depp&lt;/span&gt; is a fantastic actor, so it should be fun. :) I'm waiting to see my Cheshire cat friend. Heehee. Love that toothy grin. :D And apart from the mystery and fantasy going on about it, it's got fantastic reviews so far, just what you'd expect from Tim Burton. Should be worth every Malaysian cent. However much that is worth. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;2. Dear John&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 307px; height: 457px;" src="http://i.clevver.com/fullphoto/224979/500/950/dear-john-movie-poster-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nicholas Sparks + Channing Tatum + Amanda Seyfried. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a giant fan of Nicholas Sparks, and this book that he wrote wasn't a fantastic read either. Okay, I know movies adapted from books like these don't normally turn out very well, as the books are always much much much better, unless you have a fantastic director, like directors who directed &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;HP1&lt;/span&gt; and  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;LOTR&lt;/span&gt;. But I'm a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Channing Tatum&lt;/span&gt; fan, and I never miss out on his movies anyway. Amanda Seyfried; I'm not a huge fan. She's a &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt; good actor though. Sounds promising. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Synopsis:&lt;br /&gt;Special Forces Army Sergeant John Tyree (Channing Tatum) is home on a two-week leave from Germany. He meets Savannah (Amanda Seyfried) after he dives into the ocean to retrieve Savannah's purse that had fallen off the pier. John is smitten by Savannah and falls in love at first sight. Savannah is a college student at the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill. She is on spring break and is helping build a house for Habitat for Humanity. John joins in with Savannah to help build the house. Along the way a budding romance occurs, and Savannah falls deeply in love with John. As she is about to go back to college, she promises to write John overseas during the next 12-months until he returns to her after completing his enlistment. Their love is put to the test when John reenlists after the 9/11 attack.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Remember Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 308px; height: 456px;" src="http://i389.photobucket.com/albums/oo332/TSTPost/Cast%20Side%20Projects/Remember%20Me/RememberMeOffPoster-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after his airbrushed abs on New Moon, I was totally turned off by Robert Pattinson. Actually, I was turned never turned on by him in the first place. He puts vampires to shame. *&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Vampire Diaries KICKS ASS&lt;/span&gt;* But according to reviews, he acted well in this movie! Very promising. And its a sweet chick flick. Whats not to like? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Synopsis:&lt;br /&gt;In the romantic drama Remember Me, Robert Pattinson plays Tyler, a rebellious young man in New York City who has a strained relationship with his father (Pierce Brosnan) ever since tragedy separated their family. Tyler didn't think anyone could possibly understand what he was going through until the day he met Ally (Emilie de Ravin) through an unusual twist of fate. Love was the last thing on his mind, but as her spirit unexpectedly heals and inspires him, he begins to fall for her. Through their love, he begins to find happiness and meaning in his life. Soon, hidden secrets are revealed, tragedy lingers in the air, as the circumstances that brought them together threaten to tear them apart. Set in the summer of 2001, Remember Me is an unforgettable story about the power of love, the strength of family, and the importance of living passionately and treasuring every day of one's life.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;4. Wall Street 2: Money Never Sleeps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/c/c8/Wall_Street-_Money_Never_Sleeps_film.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Shia LaBeouf &lt;/span&gt;fan. Loved him ever since his role in Transformers (and forever). I've never watched crime-economic related movies before too. And well a sequel to an Academy winning movie? Should be good good good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Synopsis:&lt;br /&gt;The film is set 23 years after the first film, in June 2008 and Gordon Gekko has just been released from prison. Despite his initial attempts to warn &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wall_Street" title="Wall Street"&gt;Wall Street&lt;/a&gt; of the forthcoming economic downturn and stock market crash, no one in the financial world believes him due to his conviction for financial crimes. Gekko decides to re-focus his attention on rebuilding his relationship with his estranged daughter, Winnie. Due to their time apart, and the fact that Winnie blames Gekko for her brother Rudy's suicide, she avoids any contact with him. At the same time, the mentor of young Wall Street trader Jacob unexpectedly dies, and Jacob suspects his hedge fund manager of being involved in the death. Jacob, who is Winnie's fiance, seeks revenge and agrees to Gekko's offer of help, in return for which Jacob agrees to help Gekko with Winnie.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to this. HEEH. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, a really weird fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/technology/8560469.stm"&gt;&lt;div class="mxb"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;h1 style="text-align: center;"&gt;      Internet 'in running' for Nobel Peace Prize     &lt;/h1&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, you didn't read wrong. Honestly.&lt;br /&gt;Erh, congrats? :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-8115581836084807759?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/8115581836084807759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=8115581836084807759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/8115581836084807759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/8115581836084807759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2010/03/movies-to-look-forward-to.html' title='movies to look forward to.'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-440430740137952058</id><published>2010-03-08T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T23:41:08.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tumblr.</title><content type='html'>Yes, I now have a tumblr account, to reblog cute stuff that I see all the time on that awesome site. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://izziedizzie.tumblr.com/"&gt;http://izziedizzie.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;clicky on the link. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's currently full of White Collar stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Love Mozzie.&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-440430740137952058?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/440430740137952058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=440430740137952058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/440430740137952058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/440430740137952058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2010/03/tumblr.html' title='tumblr.'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-2795250507149359639</id><published>2010-03-08T18:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T18:35:01.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a lesson to remember.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all my years of work, I've learnt three things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, know when to keep your mouth shut.&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, your boss is always right.&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, never simply state that there is a problem, find a solution for the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss once told me this; " Never tell me that there is a problem with your work. Think, come up with a solution and then tell me what you need to solve the problem you encounter. I'd hire street cleaners if I knew that the work was easy enough. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after rambling the whole day, I realize he's absolutely right. Logically, there's really nothing that can be done. I've already gotten in trouble today for my big mouth - well I was totally right, but still; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;the teacher's always right&lt;/span&gt;. And now, instead of complaining, that's practically useless, I should spend half that time just &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;finding a solution&lt;/span&gt;. Complaints don't get anyone anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm just going to study my best, and hope that I'll get through my A levels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 500px; height: 375px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs516.snc3/27082_351018602327_831382327_3496480_61631_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the giant turtle i fed at the zoo. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;your turn at that sir;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-2795250507149359639?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/2795250507149359639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=2795250507149359639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/2795250507149359639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/2795250507149359639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2010/03/lesson-to-remember.html' title='a lesson to remember.'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-6936886600697747383</id><published>2010-03-07T10:44:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T14:33:10.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blank spaces.</title><content type='html'>I've been staring at this screen for ages, thinking what to write. And I have no clue what to write or where to start. And then I remember why. I've been so unbelievably addicted to a few things I can't take my mind off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;1. Vampire Diaries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 371px; height: 518px;" src="http://hollowtreetales.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/vampire-diaries-new-pic-a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/S5NEpHSnXgI/AAAAAAAACpc/ZLWrZUnOht4/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/S5NEpHSnXgI/AAAAAAAACpc/ZLWrZUnOht4/s400/Picture+3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445771847543512578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started watching it a few weeks ago, and I totally love it. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Paul Wesley&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ian Somerhalder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Yum. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for everyone that says, oh, its Twilight again.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;It's not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; Twilight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Okay fine the character backgrounds are similar. Vampire guy and human girl. But honestly,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt; Nina Dobrev&lt;/span&gt; has 5 different expressions, unlike Kristen Stewart's SINGLE stoic expression, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Paul Wesley&lt;/span&gt; isn't only sooo much hotter than Robert Pattinson, but also so much more of a better actor. Yes, he has manageable and nicer &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;hair&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;muscles&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, he's got emotions. :O *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gasp&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch it. Its a series that's totally worth your while. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2. Charice Pempengco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since she appeared on Starking in Korea, and was invited by Ellen DeGeneres to sing on her show, and then Oprah featured her on her own show - pulling a few strings to arrange a meeting with Celine Dion. And she sang with Celine Dion at Mandela Bay before she was picked up by Grammy-winning David Foster. And she has two singles out now. Oh, did I mention she was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Filipino&lt;/span&gt;? :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6tOUuLj7wh0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&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/6tOUuLj7wh0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, she has a single featuring Iyaz too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BhT2HhEllpw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&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/BhT2HhEllpw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pyramid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I think she's fantasmic. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.charicepempengco.com/"&gt;http://www.charicepempengco.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;3. Dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 254px; height: 195px;" src="http://www.tangodirect.com/data/t/tp6712o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went with Imma to my first ever latin ballroom class at college. I admit, I don't suck as bad as I thought I would. LMAO. The steps weren't extraordinarily hard, it was just getting the style. Thank goodness Imma was there to accompany me, he's good. :P  It was a good class, and I can't wait for next week. It should be &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;funfunfun&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://cadancewear.com/resources/Bloch+-+Prolite+II+Canvas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grade 8 exams are pulling up, and I can't afford to screw up. I seriously stink at free movement, and even more in Russian. I somehow manage to screw up every class. How terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 288px; height: 203px;" src="http://www.auroradancewear.co.uk/acatalog/ss_bl-400-detail.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I need a new level of flexibility for modern and jazz. Oh so inflexible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;4. White Collar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 396px; height: 396px;" src="http://smalltownbigstyle.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/whitecollar2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You probably would not have heard of this show, it's not on the regular tv in UK. :S But its a good show. TRUST ME. :D&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 454px; height: 340px;" src="http://www.poptower.com/pic-14574/white-collar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Characters from L - R : Peter Burke, Elizabeth Burke, Neal Caffrey, Mozzie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I love Mozzie. He's so so so funny. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Story&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;from wikipedia&lt;/span&gt;):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neal Caffrey (Matt Bomer) is a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Con-man" title="Con-man" class="mw-redirect"&gt;con-man&lt;/a&gt; who was captured after a three-year game of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cat_and_mouse" title="Cat and mouse"&gt;cat and mouse&lt;/a&gt;. With three months left while serving a four-year sentence, he escapes from a maximum security federal prison to find Kate, his ex-girlfriend. Peter Burke, the FBI agent who captured Caffrey, catches him again. This time, Caffrey gives Burke information about evidence in another case; however, this information comes with a price: Burke must have a meeting with Caffrey. At this meeting, Caffrey proposes a deal: he will help Burke catch other criminals as part of a work-release program. Burke agrees, after some hesitation. Within a day of being released from prison, Caffrey already lives in one of the most expensive houses in Manhattan, after persuading an elderly widow to rent him her guest room. After catching the elusive Dutchman, Caffrey has proven to Burke that he will help him, and that he will not try to escape again. However, at the same time, Caffrey is still looking for Kate, who he believes is in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;It's honestly a good show. Watch it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;5. Heroes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 397px; height: 214px;" src="http://bsaidso.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/heroes-season-3-promo-pic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the things that have completely pulled me away from homework and studies. I don't think its a fantastic show, but I just kept watching to see what would happen. I don't get the fact that they keep killing people and bringing them back to life afterwards; and I don't get the fact that there are sooooo many twists in the story, new family members every few episodes or so. Otherwise, its good. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.angryasianman.com/images/angry/heroes0112-ando.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I love, love, love, how Ando has a power and plays a main part in Season 3. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 251px; height: 376px;" src="http://www.nbc.com/heroes/novels/downloads/chapter33_ee.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I don't lie. I watch it for&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Milo Ventimiglia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;And oh yeah, Hayden's a good actor too. :)&lt;br /&gt;And I would die for her power. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the rest of my life has just been sprayed with panic and contemplation. To continue with swimming or not? To bother being active in any other clubs or not? I don't feel like growing up anymore. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;press play;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-6936886600697747383?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/6936886600697747383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=6936886600697747383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/6936886600697747383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/6936886600697747383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2010/03/blank-spaces.html' title='blank spaces.'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/S5NEpHSnXgI/AAAAAAAACpc/ZLWrZUnOht4/s72-c/Picture+3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-6525991850503444019</id><published>2010-03-02T23:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T23:47:57.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>science centre - singapore.</title><content type='html'>They have THE most fantastic science center.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't take any pictures of the Body Worlds exhibits cause we weren't allowed to. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/S40tCo7eYrI/AAAAAAAACpM/EWcvpPMpOJo/s1600-h/IMG_6800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/S40tCo7eYrI/AAAAAAAACpM/EWcvpPMpOJo/s320/IMG_6800.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444057047930659506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/S40tB53j1NI/AAAAAAAACpE/_CDLx7o9Ang/s1600-h/IMG_6797.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/S40tB53j1NI/AAAAAAAACpE/_CDLx7o9Ang/s320/IMG_6797.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444057035297772754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;jacob's ladder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/S40rcyMbtgI/AAAAAAAACo8/zXJgwyuvDOU/s1600-h/IMG_6789.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/S40rcyMbtgI/AAAAAAAACo8/zXJgwyuvDOU/s320/IMG_6789.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444055298071049730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;avian landscape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/S40rbrKuWzI/AAAAAAAACos/b1mf5rEqh_4/s1600-h/IMG_6785.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/S40rbrKuWzI/AAAAAAAACos/b1mf5rEqh_4/s320/IMG_6785.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444055279004965682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;strobe fountain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/S40razKAzuI/AAAAAAAACok/Ldn5EUGFqSE/s1600-h/IMG_6780.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/S40razKAzuI/AAAAAAAACok/Ldn5EUGFqSE/s320/IMG_6780.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444055263969595106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/S40raDB8gEI/AAAAAAAACoc/XT8CsbNtN5o/s1600-h/IMG_6777.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/S40raDB8gEI/AAAAAAAACoc/XT8CsbNtN5o/s320/IMG_6777.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444055251050856514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;group shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-6525991850503444019?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/6525991850503444019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=6525991850503444019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/6525991850503444019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/6525991850503444019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2010/03/science-centre-singapore.html' title='science centre - singapore.'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/S40tCo7eYrI/AAAAAAAACpM/EWcvpPMpOJo/s72-c/IMG_6800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-2638352500343129554</id><published>2010-02-26T21:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T22:55:09.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CNY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/S4fRIIe5J8I/AAAAAAAACoU/Bex4pQKyVWQ/s1600-h/23455_326821549748_584794748_3347363_6415098_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/S4fRIIe5J8I/AAAAAAAACoU/Bex4pQKyVWQ/s400/23455_326821549748_584794748_3347363_6415098_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442548612346750914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dance people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I performed a fan dance, and yes FlyFm came to my campus to do the lion dance. I'm no pro, so they were fantastic to me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all my friends who totally cheered for me man. :P&lt;br /&gt;Love you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-2638352500343129554?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/2638352500343129554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=2638352500343129554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/2638352500343129554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/2638352500343129554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2010/02/cny.html' title='CNY.'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/S4fRIIe5J8I/AAAAAAAACoU/Bex4pQKyVWQ/s72-c/23455_326821549748_584794748_3347363_6415098_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-5032698301276738878</id><published>2010-02-24T21:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T21:28:56.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'>recovery.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/S4Un-EXN-TI/AAAAAAAACoE/4KkJdid5u8M/s1600-h/MyPicture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/S4Un-EXN-TI/AAAAAAAACoE/4KkJdid5u8M/s400/MyPicture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441799672023611698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I went back to college today.&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling a little better I guess, but I was so tired the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From the studies to the dancing to the designing to the tests, it took up energy. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My nose &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;hurts&lt;/span&gt;. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I did manage to finish the CNY card design.&lt;br /&gt;And here it is. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Ka Shing complimented it, it must be good no? :P&lt;br /&gt;References from stock imaging  and the tiger was entirely done by me.&lt;br /&gt;Do tell me whatchu guys think of it. :)&lt;br /&gt;*click on it for a fantastic detailed full size :P *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/S4Uouvrem0I/AAAAAAAACoM/2gboXnfwS3w/s1600-h/cardfront.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/S4Uouvrem0I/AAAAAAAACoM/2gboXnfwS3w/s400/cardfront.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441800508285033282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-5032698301276738878?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/5032698301276738878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=5032698301276738878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/5032698301276738878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/5032698301276738878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2010/02/recovery.html' title='recovery.'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/S4Un-EXN-TI/AAAAAAAACoE/4KkJdid5u8M/s72-c/MyPicture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-293790114644004760</id><published>2010-02-23T13:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T13:22:09.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate catching my sister's bugs.&lt;br /&gt;I always get sick after she does.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid immune system. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A month until trials.&lt;br /&gt;Totally should be studying my ass off. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I'm like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://imgfave.lg1x8z.simplecdn.net/image_cache/656469239.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-293790114644004760?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/293790114644004760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=293790114644004760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/293790114644004760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/293790114644004760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2010/02/sick.html' title='sick.'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-5835767225562575401</id><published>2010-02-21T09:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T13:23:52.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>daily dose of dance.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px;" src="http://dancetechstudio.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/rebeccaricedanceloisgreenfieldcut.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px;" src="http://publicity.cerritoscenter.com/0910%20Season/Liss%20Fain%20Dance/Liss%20Fain%20Dance%202.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px;" src="http://www.cornish.edu/content/images/summer/2010/web/dance-ballerinas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px;" src="http://www.mfa.nl/contents/library/66/ballet.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will so be able to do all of that one day. :P&lt;br /&gt;But first, I'm gonna get past my Grade 8 exams.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;free movement&lt;/span&gt;. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My muscles are aching like crazy now after that hour of modern and synchro. Splitting for 5 minutes hurts people. It &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;HURTS&lt;/span&gt;. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-5835767225562575401?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/5835767225562575401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=5835767225562575401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/5835767225562575401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/5835767225562575401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2010/02/daily-dose-of-dance.html' title='daily dose of dance.'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-1746111078846271377</id><published>2010-02-19T21:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T21:28:04.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>try.</title><content type='html'>Okay.&lt;br /&gt;So I haven't blogged in ages.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just never found anything to blog about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, yes, I'll totally highlight the awesomeness of the Singapore Science Center I visited in Singapore. Including the fanatastic &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Body World&lt;/span&gt;'s exhibit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I just watched &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Fame&lt;/span&gt;, the remake. Yes, it was crappy. It was just a show crammed with Performing Arts. But, I love this song. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Asher Book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If i walk, would you run?&lt;br /&gt;If i stop, would you come?&lt;br /&gt;If i say you're the one, would you believe me?&lt;br /&gt;If i ask you to stay, would you show me the way?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what to say so you don't leave me.&lt;br /&gt;The world is catching up to you&lt;br /&gt;While you're running away to chase your dream&lt;br /&gt;It's time for us to make a move cause we are asking one another to change&lt;br /&gt;And maybe i'm not ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;But I'll try for your love&lt;br /&gt;I can hide up above&lt;br /&gt;I will try for your love&lt;br /&gt;We've been hiding enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i sing you a song, would you sing along?&lt;br /&gt;Or wait till i'm gone, oh how we push and pull&lt;br /&gt;If i give you my heart would you just play the part&lt;br /&gt;Or tell me it's the start of something beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Am i catching up to you?&lt;br /&gt;While your running away to chase your dreams&lt;br /&gt;It's time for us to face the truth cause we are coming to each other to change&lt;br /&gt;And maybe i'm not ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;But I'll try for your love&lt;br /&gt;I can hide up above&lt;br /&gt;I will try for your love&lt;br /&gt;We've been hiding enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try for your love&lt;br /&gt;I can hide up above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i walk would you run&lt;br /&gt;If i stop would you come&lt;br /&gt;If i say you're the one would you believe me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gc6tYoQKqKY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&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/gc6tYoQKqKY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this, is from the movie. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-1746111078846271377?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/1746111078846271377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=1746111078846271377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/1746111078846271377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/1746111078846271377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2010/02/try.html' title='try.'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-5546864039644499493</id><published>2010-02-01T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T00:44:21.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>meh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/2/22/806093/seng3.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOON SENG.&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-5546864039644499493?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/5546864039644499493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=5546864039644499493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/5546864039644499493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/5546864039644499493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2010/02/meh.html' title='meh.'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-1342141883692630629</id><published>2010-01-24T22:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T22:46:45.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the hair.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zlxPp0vAniY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&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/zlxPp0vAniY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So brilliant. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I wanted to rebond my hair, but the hairdresser asked me to try it out first.&lt;br /&gt;So I straightened it, temporarily.&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs232.snc3/21956_267303154575_625129575_3531571_6255992_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-1342141883692630629?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/1342141883692630629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=1342141883692630629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/1342141883692630629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/1342141883692630629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2010/01/hair.html' title='the hair.'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-2847835859187628885</id><published>2010-01-23T00:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T00:25:00.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long lists.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://imgfave.lg1x8z.simplecdn.net/image_cache/1254789206263673.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day I'd be able to do that. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I've added my foreground finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 524px; height: 377px;" src="http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2010/022/d/0/Night_Sky_by_izziedizzie.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;So now, I have less of something in my list of to-dos.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics tutorial and exercise on Thermodynamics.&lt;br /&gt;Design board games poster.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking Skills weekend homework.&lt;br /&gt;To revise Chemistry AS - Organics and Inorganics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Finish all WIP.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do Bio Past Years : M/J 09 Variant 2 and O/N 08 Variant 1.&lt;br /&gt;Revise Bio. (Respiration - Chemiosmosis, Kreb's Cycle and Oxidative Phosphorilation.)&lt;br /&gt;Do Bio AS notes.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a long list no? :P&lt;br /&gt;But not as long as the list of clubs I enrolled in during the ECA Drive today.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;I practically just promoted the Editorial Board loads, and watched the mock debate by the Debate Club, and sat next to Ka Shing controlling the videos because all my other friends were promoting stuff. :O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Editorial Board --&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Because I want to get better at yearbook editing. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Debate Club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rotaract Club&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Leo Club&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dance Club -- &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Latin. Cause street dancing's overrated. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Theater Club -- &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;is having a production that I so wanna join!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tree Hugger's Club&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Film Club -- &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;literally a club that watches movies together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sky Adventure Club&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Hopefully I can get a post of two in some of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I.need.a.good.resume.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-2847835859187628885?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/2847835859187628885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=2847835859187628885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/2847835859187628885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/2847835859187628885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2010/01/long-lists.html' title='long lists.'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-275014634032404426</id><published>2010-01-21T23:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T23:32:02.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the worst.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://imgfave.lg1x8z.simplecdn.net/image_cache/1245599412555480.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the whole world seems against you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, since the new term started, I've been so disturbed. I miss the quiet homey campus that was so full of people that I knew and talked to all the time. I miss the clean toilets. And oh, I miss the times where the hallways would be empty and just a hangout spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;The campus is being invaded with people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;The toilets are so DIRTY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. That so far, irritates me the most. Seriously, didn't your parents teach you how to use a toilet? Can't you just pull the flush handle after you're done? Dispose of your sanitary pads properly? Oh no. You can't. Because obviously you haven't been educated on matters of personal hygiene. You definitely would know otherwise. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Whats so hard about wrapping sanitary pads and disposing of them, washing the seat if its dirty, and flushing the toilets that are full of your crap?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, its a Malaysian thing, and everyone is disgusted by toilets. But COME ON. If you keep them clean, why would you be disgusted in the first place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand people like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;We.are.not.in.high.school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-275014634032404426?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/275014634032404426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=275014634032404426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/275014634032404426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/275014634032404426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2010/01/worst.html' title='the worst.'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-3447700026161769277</id><published>2010-01-19T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T23:02:40.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://imgfave.lg1x8z.simplecdn.net/image_cache/1254789733482794.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needs to get better time management skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-3447700026161769277?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/3447700026161769277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=3447700026161769277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/3447700026161769277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/3447700026161769277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2010/01/needs-to-get-better-time-management.html' title=''/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-4775316043408616146</id><published>2010-01-18T20:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T20:50:48.924+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the need to be nerdy.</title><content type='html'>It's undoubtedly the New Year, and honestly, after &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;Parent's Teachers Day&lt;/span&gt;, I've done some reflecting. I have seriously just been playing around all year ever since I got to college. I guess that meant I didn't focus on &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANYTHING&lt;/span&gt; at all last year, except, enjoyment for myself. And I've just realised what a heck of a mistake it was. It sunk in even more when I began to research on all the universities available for vet science. Oh, the numbers are so few in UK, it isn't the slightest bit funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 630px; height: 259px;" src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/2/22/806093/vetscienceuni.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gag me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I've considered the 0.0001% chance of getting into Cambridge. I really want to try getting in though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the university rankings for each one are so inaccurate, but overall, Cambridge, Liverpool and Edinburgh are pretty good. Glasgow too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've decided, based on word from people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. University of Cambridge&lt;br /&gt;2. University of Edinburgh&lt;br /&gt;3. University of Nottingham&lt;br /&gt;4. University of Bristol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teehee. Subject to change of course. But I'm happy, for now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HaPSMvlkww4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&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/HaPSMvlkww4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-4775316043408616146?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/4775316043408616146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=4775316043408616146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/4775316043408616146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/4775316043408616146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2010/01/need-to-be-nerdy.html' title='the need to be nerdy.'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-3838737132994042265</id><published>2010-01-17T23:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T23:52:37.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Already tired.</title><content type='html'>Ho-hum. My whole week was so packed, I barely had time to live and breathe myself. :P Okay, so maybe I’ve exaggerated a tad bit. But I’m not lying. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Men-in-Tutus. &lt;/span&gt;Oh so funny. Seriously, there was this little Jap dude who was so fantastic and comedic at the same time. Honestly, I kept waiting for him to appear again, but he didn’t. :’(   And oh, not forgetting the African guy who was so pretty. *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this may sound totally wrong&lt;/span&gt;* But yeah. He was. Petite and pretty. :P Too bad I didn’t get to take pictures with both of them, but I did manage to take some with the rest! It was fantastic. I can’t remember so much applause and cheering and laughing at a ballet show - like ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs232.snc3/21956_255379274575_625129575_3484416_2710124_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs292.ash1/21956_255379564575_625129575_3484420_320624_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the whole day I was basically busy making the scrapbook for Ms. Nor who came for Parent’s Teacher’s Day on Saturday.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; She's leaving for Subang. :(&lt;/span&gt; Anyway, I got back home and immediately worked on it. I went for synchronized swimming in between too. I finally managed to put on my nose clip, which is an achievement I must say. :D  Unfortunately, my nose hurts, and it feels as if I killed a few cells. Its so soft now. LOL. Going upside down is fun tho, as bad as I may be at it. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got back at about 10, and started working on it again. I was so tired, and I kept making mistakes. But the point was, I managed to finish most of it that night. I slept at 4-5 am. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs232.snc3/21956_255318009575_625129575_3484065_4141896_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs232.snc3/21956_255317299575_625129575_3484051_3466718_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs212.snc3/21956_255318559575_625129575_3484074_1509813_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My fave page. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t even wake up to my alarm clock at 8 am. Pfft. Sugeeta called me at 9 am, and I woke up then. I quickly worked on to finish the cover of the scrapbook and then quickly went down to Kajang town to bind it. I was so exhausted, honestly. But I really liked the finished product, which only Youlin, Ji Su and Marco saw - the rest of the people left before I even got to Taylor’s College. Totally sad. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;But Ms. Nor liked it, and thats what counts. &lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never put so much effort in anything artsy before. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs292.ash1/21956_255317224575_625129575_3484049_4144316_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Front cover! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to meet my teachers with my mom. Good advice I must say. :)  The teachers were mostly honest, but this conversation repeated itself like five times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Teacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;So what do you think is Isabelle’s weakness or weaknesses?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I think her weakness is just being careless..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;*bites lip*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Yeah, she’s just careless. Improvement needed there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Oh okay. Nothing else outstanding?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;So if she improved, she could score an A?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Most definitely. *nods*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I suck lah. At least they didn’t reveal my terrible attitude sometimes. Haha. :D After that, the usual dancing til night. I managed to catch American Idol at night. And this is the funniest ever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Simon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Contestant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Randy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;You have a fine voice, but you need to be more assertive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I’m known to be a quiet guy and my friends say I’m too nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Oh here, I’ll help you out. Try this, “Simon, shut up!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Okayy. Simon, shut up....please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was too tired to even text after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 7 again for synchro. I was yawning throughout. The set wasn’t too tiring. Only the 15 minutes of splits at the end nearly killed me. My thighs hurt, even now. Lol. And then I had church, and homework. And BAM! My weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bring it on Monday. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-3838737132994042265?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/3838737132994042265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=3838737132994042265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/3838737132994042265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/3838737132994042265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2010/01/already-tired.html' title='Already tired.'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-8641040372243544365</id><published>2010-01-13T23:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T23:17:06.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 574px; height: 458px;" src="http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2010/013/9/4/WIP___A_Night_Scene__by_izziedizzie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyehehe.&lt;br /&gt;Just when classes start again, look what I end up doing. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today was such a drag. &lt;/span&gt;It was the first day back, and honestly, I wasn't really looking forward to it. I just dragged my feet to the doors as always. And the first thing I see are big clumps of &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Cempakans&lt;/span&gt;. They were everywhere - all those that used to be my senior in Damansara.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; It's weird being their senior now. &lt;/span&gt;:P  Anyway, once I entered campus and met my friends, I sorta started feeling all happy and cheery again. It was the same cold campus, except the hallways were much more packed than usual. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I hate my new classroom tho.&lt;/span&gt; &gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we had &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Physics&lt;/span&gt; as the first lesson. Gosh. It was boring. I think I may have died. On one side, Ji Su was &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;scribbling Japanese&lt;/span&gt;, and on the other, Ka Shing was &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;swearing like a madman&lt;/span&gt;, and me? I was getting super pissed cause I made oh-so-many careless mistakes. And oh, we met our new &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Chemistry&lt;/span&gt; teacher. She wasn't too bad as I thought she would have been. :) And the day went by. Our &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Malaysian Studies&lt;/span&gt; teacher didn't show up, so we had a free period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did I forget to mention I'm somehow treasurer now? Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Photoshopping is my only way of release. :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-8641040372243544365?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/8641040372243544365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=8641040372243544365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/8641040372243544365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/8641040372243544365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2010/01/nyehehe.html' title=''/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-720002990861485474</id><published>2010-01-12T14:26:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T23:05:50.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>through my phone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Just clearing up my phone and its "many" pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Enjoy then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/S0yL7jBproI/AAAAAAAACns/z36iac2bnA8/s1600-h/Image005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/S0yL7jBproI/AAAAAAAACns/z36iac2bnA8/s400/Image005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425865506205314690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/S0wWhziMIiI/AAAAAAAACnU/_YUpM-adYMU/s1600-h/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/S0wWhziMIiI/AAAAAAAACnU/_YUpM-adYMU/s400/Image002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425736421099708962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/S0wWhE2_x8I/AAAAAAAACnE/Hu_mDYX5uP0/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/S0wWhE2_x8I/AAAAAAAACnE/Hu_mDYX5uP0/s400/Image000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425736408570513346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/S0wWiYXuliI/AAAAAAAACnk/mQBfYP45q6k/s1600-h/Image004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/S0wWiYXuliI/AAAAAAAACnk/mQBfYP45q6k/s400/Image004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425736430987941410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/S0wWhZzdLiI/AAAAAAAACnM/Ke_n17lZtmw/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/S0wWhZzdLiI/AAAAAAAACnM/Ke_n17lZtmw/s400/Image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425736414192807458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/S0yL8c9erbI/AAAAAAAACn0/iXvwar--TNU/s1600-h/Image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/S0yL8c9erbI/AAAAAAAACn0/iXvwar--TNU/s400/Image006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425865521757072818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1. My dog, Biscuit, when I just got her.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nick&lt;/span&gt;, from church camp. :)&lt;br /&gt;3. The kitty for adoption at the vet that day!&lt;br /&gt;4. Daryl and the kitty at the vet.&lt;br /&gt;5. Ahyee Margaret eating &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sate&lt;/span&gt; today!&lt;br /&gt;6. The trash left, after we ate the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;sate&lt;/span&gt;. :D :D&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's been so long since I had sate, and when I had 12 sticks this afternoon, it was bliss. You gotta love Kajang sate. Best like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVER&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I got up at eight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Walked around Country Heights with my aunt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Started browsing Deviantart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Went to CzipLee to get school supplies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Bought pens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Bought a springy hairband. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ate sate at Kajang town. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Took a shot at background drawing on Photoshop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Went to Bukit Jalil to train. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Went for ballet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Got scolded. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Came home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Continued attempt at background drawing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Ate dinner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Read some weird manga. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Editing blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, a comprehensive summary of my day. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Miaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Men in Tutus Booking Person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;What is your teacher's name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Hsien Ho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Spelling?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt; for Holland. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; for Singapore. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; for..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Ireland!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I for ice-cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, E-N.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Haha. Made my day man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-720002990861485474?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/720002990861485474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=720002990861485474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/720002990861485474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/720002990861485474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2010/01/through-my-phone.html' title='through my phone.'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/S0yL7jBproI/AAAAAAAACns/z36iac2bnA8/s72-c/Image005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-8994342617003789924</id><published>2010-01-12T00:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T00:45:59.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You know you have a good friend, when they &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;go through lengths &lt;/span&gt;to get you to study. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/2/22/806093/fenfenfen.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With friends like these, who needs parents? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-8994342617003789924?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/8994342617003789924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=8994342617003789924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/8994342617003789924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/8994342617003789924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2010/01/with-friends-like-these-who-needs.html' title=''/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-7431115845369739833</id><published>2010-01-11T14:15:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T20:45:09.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>waiting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://imgfave.lg1x8z.simplecdn.net/image_cache/1250010891518839.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I just do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Dear brain,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Why can't you just focus and study all the subjects that you need to? Just try focusing for once, get your thoughts off the phone, the computer and the I-Pod. Stop waiting for something to happen on facebook. You are so unproductive, it isn't even funny. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you not get distracted by random thoughts or random people and things that pop in and out all the time. Try being sane for a bit will you brain? For me? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Love, me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;College starts in a matter of days, and here I am still sitting down and not opening a book to study. I know I have to, but I'm just not. GR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've just finished cleaning up my closet. I need more space.&lt;br /&gt;More space for everything. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="width: 603px; height: 1004px;" src="http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2010/011/6/8/Yellow_by_izziedizzie.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;" href="http://izziedizzie.deviantart.com/art/Yellow-150020680"&gt;clicky!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coldplay and TobiDei.&lt;br /&gt;My two favourite things. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-7431115845369739833?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/7431115845369739833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=7431115845369739833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/7431115845369739833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/7431115845369739833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2010/01/waiting.html' title='waiting.'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-1112923903392573846</id><published>2010-01-10T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T10:26:57.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/S0k6ronYbKI/AAAAAAAACm8/L_QoBGYwric/s1600-h/deitobi1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/S0k6ronYbKI/AAAAAAAACm8/L_QoBGYwric/s400/deitobi1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424931747455855778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tablet boredom.&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, what's it gonnuh take to get into uni?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-1112923903392573846?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/1112923903392573846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=1112923903392573846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/1112923903392573846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/1112923903392573846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2010/01/tablet-boredom.html' title=''/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/S0k6ronYbKI/AAAAAAAACm8/L_QoBGYwric/s72-c/deitobi1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-908146381691349755</id><published>2010-01-09T21:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T21:48:39.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The LXD.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vqa8B89UfrM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&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/Vqa8B89UfrM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amazing dancing.&lt;br /&gt;I love this stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Oh Harry Shum. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://11.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ksgjghjDoi1qzpwi0o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a "me" thing to do. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-908146381691349755?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/908146381691349755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=908146381691349755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/908146381691349755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/908146381691349755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2010/01/lxd.html' title='The LXD.'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-1474901426476968333</id><published>2010-01-06T20:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T00:52:50.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unproductive.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Zane &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Go first! You can swim faster than me  in your sleep, so you might as well do it when you're awake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Noo, I'd be snoring too much to care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh boys.&lt;br /&gt;They're all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fen's the bomb. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/2/22/806093/fenfen.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-1474901426476968333?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/1474901426476968333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=1474901426476968333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/1474901426476968333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/1474901426476968333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2010/01/zane-me-go-first-you-can-swim-faster.html' title='unproductive.'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-7900884770705380594</id><published>2010-01-05T08:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T11:22:34.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh college starts soon. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/S0KiFDObezI/AAAAAAAACm0/5GQPzZ8YSEk/s1600-h/MyPicture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/S0KiFDObezI/AAAAAAAACm0/5GQPzZ8YSEk/s400/MyPicture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423075108956371762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guess who?&lt;/span&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;I cannot believe this was me.&lt;br /&gt;I was so innocent last time. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look what 2010 has done to me already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, I start off the first week by being bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;I miss Lina's sarcasm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I miss Sugeeta's uber smartness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I miss Esther's expression when she'd see him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I miss Youlin's logic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;I miss Ka Shing's laugh (as scary as it is).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;I miss Ka Mun's jolliness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I miss Cherilyn's humour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I miss everyone basically. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sobsobsob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't miss the work load tho. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I found this in someone's blog.&lt;br /&gt;Might as well do it. I'm dead bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;I confess in 2009 I have...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;(x) stayed single for the whole year  &lt;&lt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I am so proud of this. :')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( ) made out in/on a car&lt;br /&gt;( ) kissed in the snow&lt;br /&gt;(x) celebrated Halloween&lt;br /&gt;( ) kissed in the rain&lt;br /&gt;(x) had your heart broken&lt;br /&gt;(x) broke someone else’s heart&lt;br /&gt;(x) had a stalker&lt;br /&gt;(x) went over the minutes on your cell phone&lt;br /&gt;( ) had a good relationship with someone&lt;br /&gt;( ) someone questioned your sexual orientation&lt;br /&gt;( ) gotten pregnant&lt;br /&gt;( ) had an abortion&lt;br /&gt;( ) have a relationship with someone you’ll never forget&lt;br /&gt;(x) done something you’ve regretted&lt;br /&gt;( ) lost faith in love&lt;br /&gt;( ) kissed under a mistletoe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;OTHER&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) painted a picture&lt;br /&gt;( ) wrote a poem&lt;br /&gt;( ) ran a mile&lt;br /&gt;( ) shopped at Hollister or Abercrombie and Fitch&lt;br /&gt;(x) posted a blog&lt;br /&gt;(x) listened to music you couldn’t stand&lt;br /&gt;(x) went to a sleepover&lt;br /&gt;(x) went camping&lt;br /&gt;( ) threw a surprise party&lt;br /&gt;(x) laughed till you cried&lt;br /&gt;( ) laughed till you peed in your pants&lt;br /&gt;( ) visited a foreign country&lt;br /&gt;(x) cut in a line of waiting people&lt;br /&gt;(x) told someone you were busy when you weren’t&lt;br /&gt;( ) partied to celebrate the new year&lt;br /&gt;( ) cooked a disastrous meal&lt;br /&gt;(x) lost something/someone important to you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;In 2009 I…&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(x) broke a promise&lt;br /&gt;(x) lied&lt;br /&gt;(x) went behind your parents back&lt;br /&gt;( ) cried over a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;(x) disappointed someone close&lt;br /&gt;(x) hid a secret&lt;br /&gt;(x) pretended to be happy&lt;br /&gt;( ) slept under the stars&lt;br /&gt;( ) kept your new years resolution&lt;br /&gt;(x) forgot your new years resolution&lt;br /&gt;(x) met someone who changed your life&lt;br /&gt;( ) met one of your idols&lt;br /&gt;( ) changed your outlook on life&lt;br /&gt;(x) sat home all day doing nothing&lt;br /&gt;(x) pretended to be sick&lt;br /&gt;( ) left the country&lt;br /&gt;( ) almost died&lt;br /&gt;(x) given up something important to you&lt;br /&gt;( ) lost something expensive&lt;br /&gt;(x) learned something new about yourself&lt;br /&gt;(x) tried something you normally wouldn’t try and liked it&lt;br /&gt;(x) made a change in your life&lt;br /&gt;(x) found out who your true friends were&lt;br /&gt;(x) met great people&lt;br /&gt;( ) stayed up til sunrise&lt;br /&gt;(x) cried over the silliest thing&lt;br /&gt;( ) was never home on weekends&lt;br /&gt;( ) got into a car accident&lt;br /&gt;(x) had friends who were drifting away from you&lt;br /&gt;( ) had someone close to you die&lt;br /&gt;(x) had a high cell phone bill&lt;br /&gt;(x) spent most of your money on food&lt;br /&gt;( ) had a fist fight&lt;br /&gt;( ) went to the beach with your best friend&lt;br /&gt;( ) saw a celebrity&lt;br /&gt;(x) gotten sick&lt;br /&gt;( ) liked more than 5 people at the same time&lt;br /&gt;(x) became closer with a lot of people&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JOANNE, WHEN ARE YOU MOVING TO TUMBLR WOMAN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://whi.s3.prod.lg1x8.simplecdn.net/images/1058239/tumblr_kttry0KxCn1qaoekgo1_400_large.jpg?1259445477" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-7900884770705380594?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/7900884770705380594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=7900884770705380594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/7900884770705380594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/7900884770705380594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2010/01/oh-new-year-boohoo.html' title='oh college starts soon. :)'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/S0KiFDObezI/AAAAAAAACm0/5GQPzZ8YSEk/s72-c/MyPicture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-6547749936794240357</id><published>2010-01-04T20:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T20:59:00.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know I haven't blogged in forever.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just too lazy.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-6547749936794240357?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/6547749936794240357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=6547749936794240357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/6547749936794240357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/6547749936794240357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-know-i-havent-blogged-in-forever.html' title=''/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-6770484833064001070</id><published>2009-12-25T22:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T22:15:46.759+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas.</title><content type='html'>I’m proud to say I managed to stay awake throughout the Christmas service this year. It’s like my first time. And I feel so so so so so so terrible for it. :(  But still, the first Christmas message that I stayed awake through is Cheng Jin’s - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;during the Cempaka Damansara CF at Bangsar Gospel Centre&lt;/span&gt;. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it’s Christmas morning, and I’m on the way to Singapore now, on some road. And here’s the view. Lovely loverly trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/SzTI34q6thI/AAAAAAAACmk/lS49lziuqBQ/s1600-h/Photo+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/SzTI34q6thI/AAAAAAAACmk/lS49lziuqBQ/s400/Photo+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419177114064303634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, I just want to wish everyone a Blessed Christmas. Today, I hope all of us will get our fair share of presents, cards, wishes and most of all, blessings from God. Today is the day that man was reconciled with God, so be happy and enjoy it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just for the record, I can complete a Rubix cube now. -&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But it takes a while&lt;/span&gt;- After learning from Youtube. Haha. I’m so lame. But yes, here’s one all completed. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/SzTI4TiRRkI/AAAAAAAACms/oXGh5wd6Rfo/s1600-h/Photo+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/SzTI4TiRRkI/AAAAAAAACms/oXGh5wd6Rfo/s400/Photo+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419177121275790914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you everyone for all your wishes and presents. I really appreciate it all. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s: I’m going for Youth Fellowship on the 2nd; with sate, as a request from someone. ;)&lt;br /&gt;p.s.s: more pictures up tomorrow. there's plenty. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-6770484833064001070?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/6770484833064001070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=6770484833064001070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/6770484833064001070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/6770484833064001070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas.'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/SzTI34q6thI/AAAAAAAACmk/lS49lziuqBQ/s72-c/Photo+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-1400116105369724451</id><published>2009-12-24T10:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T10:32:28.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas eve.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://content.pyzam.com/graphics/holidays/MerryChristmas1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey people.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's the time of the year isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonnuh try my hand at baking, although I've never done it before. AHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always midnight;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-1400116105369724451?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/1400116105369724451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=1400116105369724451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/1400116105369724451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/1400116105369724451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-eve.html' title='christmas eve.'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-4796649586741772502</id><published>2009-12-22T23:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T00:06:44.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the christmas season.</title><content type='html'>It's the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Season&lt;/span&gt; again, and everyone's pumped and all semangat-ed for it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how you SHOULD be like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/2/22/806093/note1.png" alt="note1.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/2/22/806093/note2.png" alt="note2.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..and, this is how you SHOULDN'T be like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/2/22/806093/note3.png" alt="note3.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;Jocelyn, you little demanding human. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..and this is how I AM like..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/2/22/806093/note4.png" alt="note4.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have barely started wrapping everything, and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a terrible last minute person lah.&lt;br /&gt;But I'll get everything done. Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;needstoshop&lt;/span&gt;needstoshop&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;needstoshop&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jesus is the reason for the season;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-4796649586741772502?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/4796649586741772502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=4796649586741772502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/4796649586741772502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/4796649586741772502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-season.html' title='the christmas season.'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-3952462945236867753</id><published>2009-12-21T23:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T23:55:59.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A fir tree in a lung?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Click&lt;a href="http://www.mosnews.com/weird/2009/04/13/firtree/"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt;. For more info. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty weird.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past few days, I've been at BGC's Youth Camp. I met so many awesome people, and its kinda sad it had to end, just when I was getting to know everyone too. Everyone was all so nice, so welcoming, encouraging and really energetic. I admit, at first, I was all scared and shy because I didn't know anyone. I'm really terrible at socializing, but I sort of met everyone in the end. And now, I've got a little message from everyone to remember them by. Nyehehehe. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Nicholas is like my permanent screensaver since I have no idea how to remove it from my phone. :P &lt;/span&gt; )  In the end it was all fun, and I don't regret going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I did NOT expect to see Wai Cheong there. Haha. That was the kicker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The camp was fun. Like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;FUN&lt;/span&gt;. The games were really different and extra-ordinary, all courtesy of &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Jason&lt;/span&gt;. Haha. I think the funniest had to be the gargling while singing a song, while the rest of your team had to guess what song it was. The best? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Amazing Race.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;From Bangsar to Genting, it was really fun, except eating that 2 kgs of sweet potato. That wasn't cool. :P   Even if our team was pathetic at Geography, we managed to get like 8th out of 14 teams, I think. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And that, is the result of teamwork. &lt;/span&gt;Heehee. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;Judah&lt;/span&gt; was a great team leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the course of the camp, I learnt so much, and realised just how little and how unfaithful I was. The message that was shared was totally &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;life changing&lt;/span&gt; - and I've learnt that no matter what, God is and will always be a priority and only he can help us truly grow. It made me realise how important God's sacrifice of his Son, our Saviour was; and where we'd be without it. Praising Him everyday was like a joy, and for once I think, I finally &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;meant&lt;/span&gt; the words I said. And to think I nearly rejected Megan's offer of coming to camp too. Thank God I didn't. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole camp was like taking a breath of fresh air. Something I haven't had in a while. And, after a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; friend of mine accepted Christ, I've been smiling non-stop and just been so happy for her. I love you woman. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The punchline?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Church camp was superbly awesome and tiring. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/Sy-TeZMUrxI/AAAAAAAACmc/UT1ERkOHjmU/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 356px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/Sy-TeZMUrxI/AAAAAAAACmc/UT1ERkOHjmU/s400/Picture+2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417711027117928210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Megan said that. Dearest Megs, you win the joke of the &lt;s&gt;day&lt;/s&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YEAR&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*p.s: the answer is, the Bible. :)&lt;br /&gt;p.s.s: pictures will be up soon. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-3952462945236867753?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/3952462945236867753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=3952462945236867753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/3952462945236867753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/3952462945236867753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2009/12/fir-tree-in-lung.html' title='A fir tree in a lung?'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/Sy-TeZMUrxI/AAAAAAAACmc/UT1ERkOHjmU/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-883711167360357336</id><published>2009-12-16T14:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T00:30:01.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick again. :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've spent half a day packing for a church camp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm sick again.&lt;br /&gt;I pray I'll get through Megan's church camp tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poo-ey. And I just got better yesterday too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sorethroatsorethroatsorethroat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dancephotooftheday.com/images/hpimage/lines_aeshaweb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.exploredance.com/upload/gallery/1/106_600.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.dancephotooftheday.com/images/hpimage/lines_greenduetweb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/SykK_XBVxLI/AAAAAAAACmU/yKMD0Vnz4a0/s1600-h/n537536220_2702891_2244054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/SykK_XBVxLI/AAAAAAAACmU/yKMD0Vnz4a0/s400/n537536220_2702891_2244054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415872110517404850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preeeetttyy no?&lt;br /&gt;I like dance lines. :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sneeze*&lt;br /&gt;I guess its back to bed for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UGH&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-883711167360357336?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/883711167360357336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=883711167360357336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/883711167360357336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/883711167360357336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2009/12/sick-again.html' title='sick again. :('/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/SykK_XBVxLI/AAAAAAAACmU/yKMD0Vnz4a0/s72-c/n537536220_2702891_2244054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-3619124668184403341</id><published>2009-12-16T00:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T00:38:33.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>18th floor balcony.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FOjy22WlWbI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&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/FOjy22WlWbI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This song.&lt;br /&gt;I totally love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The holidays are so boring.&lt;br /&gt;It's filled with days of me being a Couch Potato.&lt;br /&gt;It's not even blog-worthy.&lt;br /&gt;SIGHH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going off to camp in a few days.&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to see Fen and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.fileden.com/files/2007/2/22/806093/Picture%204.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-3619124668184403341?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/3619124668184403341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=3619124668184403341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/3619124668184403341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/3619124668184403341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2009/12/18th-floor-balcony.html' title='18th floor balcony.'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-4365163702247309022</id><published>2009-12-13T01:20:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T01:54:53.704+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my favourite verses.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://imgfave.lg1x8z.simplecdn.net/image_cache/1246481694418217.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="font-style: italic;" src="file:///Users/isabelle/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me and all my friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We're all misunderstood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They say we stand for nothing and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's no way we ever could&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Speak to me, when all you got to keep is strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Move along, move along like I know you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And even when your hope is gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Move along, move along just to make it through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Move along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why can't you see this boat is sinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let's go down to the water's edge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And we can cast away those doubts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some things are better left unsaid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But they still turn me inside out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Turning inside out turning inside out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Even the best fall down sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Even the wrong words seem to rhyme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Out of the doubt that fills my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I somehow find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You and I collide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause I get a thousand hugs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From ten thousand lightning bugs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As they try to teach me how to dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Give me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just one part of you to cling to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And keep me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Everywhere you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's just enough to steal my heart and run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And fade out with the falling sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I lay here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I just lay here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Would you lie with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And just forget the world?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;kudos to all those who can correctly guess all the songs there. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;gosh.&lt;br /&gt;i am bored.&lt;br /&gt;and sickly pale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*wants to go watch Avatar. GR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-4365163702247309022?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/4365163702247309022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=4365163702247309022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/4365163702247309022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/4365163702247309022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-favourite-verses.html' title='my favourite verses.'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-4288046220297425591</id><published>2009-12-09T16:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T17:40:23.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if they say...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;...Pictures speak a thousand words, then what do these mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://imgfave.lg1x8z.simplecdn.net/image_cache/1259980608716453.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 448px; height: 670px;" src="http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs41/f/2009/054/4/c/4c3900b9c6f4249dd5547b6dfe69d962.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://imgfave.lg1x8z.simplecdn.net/image_cache/1241265700190022.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://imgfave.lg1x8z.simplecdn.net/image_cache/1259983326511173.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://imgfave.lg1x8z.simplecdn.net/image_cache/1237716452875933.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://imgfave.lg1x8z.simplecdn.net/image_cache/1243570219773020.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://imgfave.lg1x8z.simplecdn.net/image_cache/1245434237264387.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://10.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kudopumGvn1qatrswo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, there's no catch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just linked all the pictures that would sort of, maybe reflect me right now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, during these holidays, i'm in the mood to try new things.&lt;br /&gt;Things I've never done before.&lt;br /&gt;try me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 380px; height: 304px;" src="http://imgfave.lg1x8z.simplecdn.net/image_cache/548393890.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cookie Monster, because, he cares. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-4288046220297425591?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/4288046220297425591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=4288046220297425591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/4288046220297425591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/4288046220297425591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-holidays.html' title='if they say...'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-1085241212621666592</id><published>2009-12-07T11:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T23:05:43.822+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sicksicksick.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I could barely get off bed today, and yesterday was full of tissues, tears and throbbing head pains. The only reason I'm blogging is to move my fingers so they don't get as numb as they did yesterday. Good grief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Apparently, I've caught my stupid sister's viral flu, and its been taking a terrible toll on me. My head has probably been hurting for freaking ages as it is, and even at the mall yesterday, it was so hard to watch New Moon in peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;esides the fact the movie was long, it was like a million times better than Twilight, and Taylor Launter was so unbelievably hot. Those abs, ZOMG. And screw Malaysian cinemas for cutting off the kissing scene AGAIN. I swear, I was soo upset. Anyway, I'm totally for team Werewolves now. Wayyyy too hot. I loved it basically, but I wish it was much much shorter. But then again, I ain't a massive fan, so I'm okay with that. Yes, I think I almost peed when Jacob took off his shirt. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I cannot ever sit next to Lina or Sugeeta in the theaters again. They talk LOADS. Josephine was the only one that kept me sane. And Ka Shing I guess, for not talking. :D   Then after the movie, we went to Nandos. By then, my arms were already numbing up, and I could barely move. And when I got back, I tried watching Gossip Girl to take my mind off the pain, obviously that didn't work. And I ended up crying and crying in pain in my room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thankfully friends like Lina, Sugee and Ka Shing kicked in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; In my moment of pain and deliriousness, I honestly wanted to just hit my head against the wall so hard so that I would faint and not feel anything. Its times like these when I really needed them badly because my parents and grandpa were out at a wedding. And I couldn't think to save my life. Hearing their voices and advice totally comforted me loads. And I love them so. Thanks so much guys. I love you all to bits. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And thanks to my sister, who helped loads. Loads. I don't hatechu as much now kayy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm honestly sorry I had to bother you guys, but I'm glad I know there are people I can always fall back on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Okay, now I'm going to vomit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Try not talking to me in the meantime. You won't be able to hear me talk anyway. Throat doesn't really allow that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-1085241212621666592?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/1085241212621666592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=1085241212621666592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/1085241212621666592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/1085241212621666592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2009/12/sicksicksick.html' title='sicksicksick.'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-7431531311155021714</id><published>2009-12-03T16:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T16:42:19.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>world's most careless.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I should get an award for the world's most careless human being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Seriously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I misread every darn thing in the exam paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Slap me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost like a billion marks just based on reading the question wrongly.&lt;br /&gt;Good grief.&lt;br /&gt;And I bet I'm the only one. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://imgfave.lg1x8z.simplecdn.net/image_cache/1258509153631738.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know. I dance alot.&lt;br /&gt;Like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;randomly&lt;/span&gt;, to get my blood flowing when I'm studying.&lt;br /&gt;A turn and a stretch and a bend.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA. I'm weird.&lt;br /&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;rolling on a river;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-7431531311155021714?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/7431531311155021714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=7431531311155021714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/7431531311155021714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/7431531311155021714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2009/12/worlds-most-careless.html' title='world&apos;s most careless.'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-3223381461986301328</id><published>2009-12-01T19:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T20:24:51.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can't wait til its all over.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Day one of exams are over.&lt;br /&gt;Only another 3 days to go. :P&lt;br /&gt;I can totally do this. *motivates self*&lt;br /&gt;Let's not talk about Thinking Skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That was the stupidest paper I've ever done&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;By: i'm-so-not-going-to-write-the-person's-name-here-in-case-of-prowling-teachers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just done a shitload of Chemistry past years.&lt;br /&gt;I missed ballet. :(&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully it'll be enough to get an A tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sho sho sho sho sho sho sho worried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good bit is, after doing all that, I feel loads more confident.&lt;br /&gt;Now, there's just Math left.&lt;br /&gt;Must not screw up. Must not screw up. Must not screw up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://imgfave.lg1x8z.simplecdn.net/image_cache/1243717943821360.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I love this. Like massive. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;stupidchemistrystupidchemistrystupidchemistry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm going to do some Math.&lt;br /&gt;Heehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit]&lt;br /&gt;Looking through my old old old posts, I found this. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx"&gt;http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" id="Label1"&gt;Other people find you very interesting, but you are really hiding your true self. Your friends love you because you are a good listener. They'll probably still love you if you learn to be yourself with them.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" id="Label2"&gt;You like serious, smart and determined people. You don't judge a book by its cover, so good-looking people aren't necessarily your style. This makes you an attractive person in many people's eyes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" id="Label3"&gt;You prefer to get to know a person very well before deciding whether you will commit to the relationship.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" id="Label4"&gt;You are very serious about relationships and aren't interested in wasting time with people you don't really like. If you meet the right person, you will fall deeply and beautifully in love.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your views on education&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" id="Label5"&gt;Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" id="Label6"&gt;You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" id="Label7"&gt;You are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed. Don't give up when you haven't yet even started! Be courageous.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" id="Label8"&gt;You are afraid of having no one to rely on in times of trouble. You don't ever want to be unable to take care of yourself. Independence is important to you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" id="Label9"&gt;You are full of energy and confidence. You are unpredictable, with moods changing as quickly as an ocean. You might occasionally be calm and still, but never for long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;haha. I'm laughing at how true this is.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my goodness Isabelle, snap out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-3223381461986301328?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/3223381461986301328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=3223381461986301328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/3223381461986301328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/3223381461986301328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2009/12/cant-wait-til-its-all-over.html' title='can&apos;t wait til its all over.'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-1276913022921359290</id><published>2009-11-30T16:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T17:20:21.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>things that make me smile.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was looking through all my old photos to relieve stress. And, it did. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doggie with daddie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/SxOJ5CZf3iI/AAAAAAAAClc/g7hdnTxOpek/s1600/IMG_6177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/SxOJ5CZf3iI/AAAAAAAAClc/g7hdnTxOpek/s400/IMG_6177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409819190391463458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;porcupine. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/SxOJ4_wKBFI/AAAAAAAAClU/OghS20oLEms/s1600/IMG_0630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/SxOJ4_wKBFI/AAAAAAAAClU/OghS20oLEms/s400/IMG_0630.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409819189681194066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hana and me. prefects camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/SxOJ4TTYnSI/AAAAAAAAClM/lsd-lRumzFk/s1600/hana.me..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/SxOJ4TTYnSI/AAAAAAAAClM/lsd-lRumzFk/s400/hana.me..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409819177749355810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jazz class. back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/SxOJ321i2FI/AAAAAAAAClE/APj6dEzUPww/s1600/DSC00474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/SxOJ321i2FI/AAAAAAAAClE/APj6dEzUPww/s400/DSC00474.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409819170108004434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edited by leanne. SICC 09.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/SxOJ3as8aFI/AAAAAAAACk8/jY3OETlq9uU/s1600/%3Dfish-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/SxOJ3as8aFI/AAAAAAAACk8/jY3OETlq9uU/s400/%3Dfish-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409819162555738194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;picnik.com :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/SxONBhDkhfI/AAAAAAAACls/WBz7RmHT-cA/s1600/izzie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/SxONBhDkhfI/AAAAAAAACls/WBz7RmHT-cA/s400/izzie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409822634594829810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;michelle! I hate you for going to CILC. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/SxONBQ1j0kI/AAAAAAAAClk/dGADw9TLblA/s1600/IMGP4100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/SxONBQ1j0kI/AAAAAAAAClk/dGADw9TLblA/s400/IMGP4100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409822630241096258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ten terra. the terror. :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/SxON-4BYXnI/AAAAAAAACmM/TTRp4fv5Fmo/s1600/tenterra2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/SxON-4BYXnI/AAAAAAAACmM/TTRp4fv5Fmo/s400/tenterra2009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409823688731680370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tania lee. she's so accomplished and shiz. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/SxON-YScxwI/AAAAAAAACmE/LhLAAxugGT8/s1600/tanialeeizzy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/SxON-YScxwI/AAAAAAAACmE/LhLAAxugGT8/s400/tanialeeizzy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409823680213337858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;charis. my lab budddyyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/SxON-M2ibpI/AAAAAAAACl8/HJT4tfSKNnc/s1600/Photo+17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/SxON-M2ibpI/AAAAAAAACl8/HJT4tfSKNnc/s400/Photo+17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409823677143477906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;by michelle. talented no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/SxON9gJCLqI/AAAAAAAACl0/gxkCCdE15u0/s1600/paintcempaka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/SxON9gJCLqI/AAAAAAAACl0/gxkCCdE15u0/s400/paintcempaka.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409823665141460642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This all makes me realise what a great past I had.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;take a bow;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-1276913022921359290?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/1276913022921359290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=1276913022921359290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/1276913022921359290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/1276913022921359290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2009/11/things-that-make-me-smile.html' title='things that make me smile.'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/SxOJ5CZf3iI/AAAAAAAAClc/g7hdnTxOpek/s72-c/IMG_6177.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-8836880104673223806</id><published>2009-11-29T23:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T23:43:42.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tired of studying.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm so bored of studying honestly.&lt;br /&gt;I know I haven't studied much with my terrible productivity rate, but seriously I'm really bored of it.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, why can't I do something I like that will be just as good as studying? :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://imgfave.lg1x8z.simplecdn.net/image_cache/1244077283996881.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stare at this for a while.&lt;br /&gt;It'll make your day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what sarah said;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-8836880104673223806?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/8836880104673223806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=8836880104673223806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/8836880104673223806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/8836880104673223806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2009/11/tired-of-studying.html' title='tired of studying.'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959557504147564182.post-3077676391115697114</id><published>2009-11-29T10:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T10:45:56.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stress levels.</title><content type='html'>So I’m currently sitting in my dad’s car listening to Swing, Swing, Swing by AAR on my I-Tunes. He’s pumping petrol at Shell. My pencil ran out of lead, I can’t do anymore Physics past years now. Grh. Anyhow, my whole Saturday, was dedicated to Physics. Kinematics, Young’s Modulus, Newton, Diffraction Gratings, Momentum and everything else along those lines. Mr Lim better give me an A for the Semester exams. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for everyone of my friends wondering what AS in A Levels are like, I’ll tell you guys, it ain’t easy. That’s coming from someone who went straight into the programme after 2 weeks of holidays after IGCSE (everything’s supposed to be still fresh in my mind) and finished the syllabus in about 3-4 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anything was hard, it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Chemistry&lt;/span&gt;. Considering it was never my subject, and there was a whole block of stuff to cover, it was REALLY hard. Not kidding. But if you’re good at Chemistry, it won’t be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Biology&lt;/span&gt; was alright, maybe because I have a knack for Biology. Loads of memorizing, loads of application, NOTHING is straight-forward. Questions are worth many marks, and its hard to score in tests. But, I like it, *unlike some people* .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Physics&lt;/span&gt; was alright. No I’m not fantastic at it. I just started getting better in this after much help from like Youlin, Ka Shing, Sugeeta and Ji Su. :) I guess for Physics, I can’t give a good opinion, because I never paid attention in Physics till like Chapter 8? :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Math&lt;/span&gt;, was basically Additional Maths in O-Levels with a slightly higher difficulty, so, that wasn’t so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There we go. For all you people’s who have been asking me how its been like. Honestly, entering A Levels, expect a lot of degrading, its not the same as high school. Different people, different teaching methods, and different environment. That’s certain at least. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, COME TO TAYLORS. ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2959557504147564182-3077676391115697114?l=izziedizzie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/feeds/3077676391115697114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2959557504147564182&amp;postID=3077676391115697114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/3077676391115697114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959557504147564182/posts/default/3077676391115697114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izziedizzie.blogspot.com/2009/11/stress-levels.html' title='stress levels.'/><author><name>the monster in your closet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18248544182878015308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WfTcYgj08J8/TOipOelRjGI/AAAAAAAAC08/MpvJobJB6To/S220/Picture%2B11.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
