<?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-2159184715948801431</id><updated>2012-01-29T13:34:49.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving on.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>206</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-7520717396726070885</id><published>2012-01-29T12:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T13:34:49.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PuyRrpe8PkU/TyTWqS3TjZI/AAAAAAAAAeM/jndA1YAP5Pc/s1600/2012-01-24%2B12.46.05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PuyRrpe8PkU/TyTWqS3TjZI/AAAAAAAAAeM/jndA1YAP5Pc/s320/2012-01-24%2B12.46.05.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702919050264546706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;          &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7yZ94OOempA/TyTWqRSjUlI/AAAAAAAAAeA/IDXD3pd_Vqw/s1600/2012-01-24%2B12.14.11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7yZ94OOempA/TyTWqRSjUlI/AAAAAAAAAeA/IDXD3pd_Vqw/s320/2012-01-24%2B12.14.11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702919049841955410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-srY5PqEUIV4/TyTWpfgDMxI/AAAAAAAAAd4/gpyhWAfF1tk/s1600/2012-01-23%2B15.10.53.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-srY5PqEUIV4/TyTWpfgDMxI/AAAAAAAAAd4/gpyhWAfF1tk/s320/2012-01-23%2B15.10.53.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702919036476797714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;          &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OvvNcLshNHY/TyTWpYIqehI/AAAAAAAAAdk/Tzcz0N_nxbg/s1600/2012-01-23%2B12.13.32_%25E7%25BE%258E%25E5%259B%25BE01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OvvNcLshNHY/TyTWpYIqehI/AAAAAAAAAdk/Tzcz0N_nxbg/s320/2012-01-23%2B12.13.32_%25E7%25BE%258E%25E5%259B%25BE01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702919034499660306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LeKIbCoBYBY/TyTWpGX6IBI/AAAAAAAAAdc/zrPFizCLthc/s1600/steamboat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LeKIbCoBYBY/TyTWpGX6IBI/AAAAAAAAAdc/zrPFizCLthc/s320/steamboat.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702919029731762194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A picture speaks a thousand words. So, all these shall sum up my CNY 2012.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Steamboat dinner is always my favourite part of CNY. :) This year, to make it a little more exciting, I went with Mummy to squeeze with the crowd at Chinatown! I was feeling all excited and stuff but the rain had to dampen our mood. ): The rain was freaking huge and we were all soaked halfway. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First day of CNY was visiting as usual. I don't do much visitings. Just both my grandma's houses and that's about it. So, CNY day 2 is usually a day whereby I hang out with my family for buffet and movie. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I usually don't enjoy these kind of festive seasons. Neither do I mean I hate them. But it's more like a day for me to rest and get together with my family. But I am not really close to my extended family except one or two cousins so yeah. Just yet another slightly more exciting day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday I went back to Gucci again! Wrote notes for everyone :) I like to know that they love it. :) Sad thing is I probably don't have time to visit again already. ): Don't forget me ahh!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159184715948801431-7520717396726070885?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7520717396726070885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=7520717396726070885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/7520717396726070885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/7520717396726070885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post_29.html' title=''/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PuyRrpe8PkU/TyTWqS3TjZI/AAAAAAAAAeM/jndA1YAP5Pc/s72-c/2012-01-24%2B12.46.05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-1216799771579955695</id><published>2012-01-13T23:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T23:39:14.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures of the week!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aaLeiNrX03M/TxBNMbm3H5I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/hn4e0Xg6mUU/s1600/things%2Bto%2Bfight%2Bfor.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aaLeiNrX03M/TxBNMbm3H5I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/hn4e0Xg6mUU/s320/things%2Bto%2Bfight%2Bfor.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697138404588199826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, school has started. Yes I do see it and feel it and experience it, but I am still trying to pretend that I don't know it, at least for this week.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First week of school was as usual. Seeing familiar faces around and attending lessons. So far not alone yet, but STARS WARS is still ongoing. So you never know. ): Anyway, yesterday and today basically marks the adventures of my week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday night, we had a farewell night for Spins!! ))))))): I'm so gonna miss you Spins!! Wanted to go to Chomp Chomp but due to accessibility issue, we ended up Taman Jurong Food Centre for BBQ stuff, which urm... in my opinion, wasn't too accessible as well LOL. Had all our local delights: BBQ Sotong, BBQ Stingray, Sambal Kangkong, Char Kway Teow, Oyster Omelette, Satay. Pretty delicious, but I still miss Chomp Chomp!! Hahah afterall we went on to meet with Lilin and went for dessert at Ji De Chi. The durian with pomelo sago is awesome seriously. Without fail, we won't end off the night at 10pm one. So someone suggested a crazy idea of singing K and we actually went along with it!! Went to Teoheng at 11pm and sang till 1am before we went home. Thankyou everlasting friend + classmate + groupmate for sending us all to our doorstep! We went through a scary roadtrip before reaching home safely! And as usual, K was awesome :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today so happens that I don't have lessons (start on week 2 ): ) and I woke up at a crazy 12pm and got a call from Everest so off I went to Gucci to find them for lunch! Also had lunch with Shehling Norman Sylby and Eddie and Carolyn joined us afterwards. Miss them all so much!!! After which, I went back and had a chat with almost everyone and then hugged Mira and Regina and Rox. And then Melissa actually made me our special signature Gucci drink which was meant for VIPs only!! So I sat down at the sofa and enjoyed it hahah really nice!! I always wanted to try it when I was working but apparently we can't! So today I finally had a chance. Lagged till 4pm and accompanied Veronice and Regina for lunch and then subsequently Kelly. Ended off the day with some shopping with Carolyn and Everest. I was in Gucci for like 4 hours?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To sum it up, next week seems way more adventurous. CANNOT WAIT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159184715948801431-1216799771579955695?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1216799771579955695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=1216799771579955695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/1216799771579955695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/1216799771579955695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2012/01/adventures-of-week.html' title='Adventures of the week!'/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aaLeiNrX03M/TxBNMbm3H5I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/hn4e0Xg6mUU/s72-c/things%2Bto%2Bfight%2Bfor.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-4014014649494873212</id><published>2012-01-07T00:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T01:15:21.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>习惯了的不习惯</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WEp2hqC80g4/Twco0gCKC1I/AAAAAAAAAdE/Zmc9wSyFDhs/s1600/everything%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bmiddle%2Bis%2Bworthwhile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 249px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WEp2hqC80g4/Twco0gCKC1I/AAAAAAAAAdE/Zmc9wSyFDhs/s320/everything%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bmiddle%2Bis%2Bworthwhile.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694565136250571602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I remember the first day of work here. I reached like a damn early (11.15am for 12pm and that was the earliest EVER) to realise that I got scammed. Hahah I just need to reach in time to get changed and neat and all tidied up and punch my card before the clock strikes 12. So, from then on, I learnt my lesson.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First day of work was hectic, horribly confusing. Suddenly, everything was thrown to you. Product knowledge, names of like 40 over staff, where each room is, how to pack stocks, standard greetings... and the list goes on. I was in a mess too because no one knew what to do with new part-timers. But slowly and gradually I knew. Wherever/whoever needs help, off we go. To sum it up, the first few days was terrible. I felt like I was in a foreign land, no one knew me, and I knew no one. That feeling sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After much interaction, and now that I know some people a lot better, and am closer to them all, it's time to leave. Honestly, working here has made the slightest difference to my life. Before this, Paragon was a mall I never ever go. Because it only has atas stuff which I cannot afford and hence shopping at Paragon = boring. But now, I think I will go to Paragon real often, just to walk by and say hi. In the past, I rarely put on makeup, only on special occasions. But now, I am so accustomed to putting on makeup that I fear I might not survive without it. My bare face looks like a mess everyday, and this is bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here it comes. The ending which I dreaded. I guess all things come to an end. But I am glad that I end this with smiles and laughter and fond memories. And if time permits and opportunity comes knocking again, you will find me back at Gucci Paragon in December 2012. Till then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159184715948801431-4014014649494873212?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4014014649494873212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=4014014649494873212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/4014014649494873212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/4014014649494873212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html' title='习惯了的不习惯'/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WEp2hqC80g4/Twco0gCKC1I/AAAAAAAAAdE/Zmc9wSyFDhs/s72-c/everything%2Bin%2Bthe%2Bmiddle%2Bis%2Bworthwhile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-4834157066457201912</id><published>2012-01-02T00:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T00:49:09.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello 2012!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yy1DAvw0SrE/TwCH2GIZNbI/AAAAAAAAAc4/CO7XfHVE4sw/s1600/bye%2B2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yy1DAvw0SrE/TwCH2GIZNbI/AAAAAAAAAc4/CO7XfHVE4sw/s320/bye%2B2011.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692699292424811954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2011 has been a pretty awesome year for me. No particular ups and downs that I can think of off my mind, but every other day was simple yet great.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I have learnt to be more contented, gradually. With every passing year, I seem to have grown a little, bit by bit, into someone else slightly different, hopefully for the better. I have learnt to close one eye (and one ear at times too), yet I remain persistent in certain aspects. In short, I'm just trying to make myself happier, yet not compromising on my own principles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2011 started off well but little did I know that I will end 2011 with a bang too. Last month of 2011 was spent working. But while money came rolling in, I made lots of new friends too. I knew retail/F&amp;amp;B is something I would really enjoy for a holiday job, so here I am, in Gucci. Working every other day (PH inclusive) and being perpetually unavailable for meetups plus OT almost everyday meant that this job aint easy. But I have been enjoying every bit of it. With only a week left till school reopens, I am already starting to miss this place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2012 started off with work (yet again). Actually, I kind of wish 2012 would come slower which probably meant it will take a while more before I leave. But time flew by so fast, too fast for me to stop and realise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This new year, I have no new year resolutions. I know I will never set out to achieve them anyway. New year this time round has also been exceptionally normal and simple. But simplicity is beauty. My 2012 will still be as beautiful. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159184715948801431-4834157066457201912?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4834157066457201912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=4834157066457201912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/4834157066457201912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/4834157066457201912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2012/01/hello-2012.html' title='Hello 2012!'/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yy1DAvw0SrE/TwCH2GIZNbI/AAAAAAAAAc4/CO7XfHVE4sw/s72-c/bye%2B2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-5748774470319782914</id><published>2011-12-26T22:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T00:05:22.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Retail therapy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2Dc2PCaIIW8/TviXKNvxAbI/AAAAAAAAAcs/2Dthbf3Od14/s1600/once%2Bin%2Ba%2Blife%2Btime%2Bexp.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2Dc2PCaIIW8/TviXKNvxAbI/AAAAAAAAAcs/2Dthbf3Od14/s320/once%2Bin%2Ba%2Blife%2Btime%2Bexp.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690464330927112626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So... I realise that working retail is really not easy. I am kind of glad that I am only here for a month, but with slightly more than a week left here, I think I will start missing the people. Out of my many vacation jobs, I am pretty sure this (+ Mussel Guys) is something I will really miss. A lot.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That aside, today is my rare offday again! The previous one was last Monday, so I had a long 6 days of consecutive work which was really tiring because usually we get one offday after every 4 days. But because I shifted some of my offdays around and volunteered to work on Christmas for the double pay, I ended up in this kind of situation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Post christmas shopping was pretty good. Happy with my loot. (: Bought a bag and a dress and a top and I love all of them!! I even saw Peng hahahah with a guy!!! My first thought was 'OMG HER BOYFRIEND!'. 2nd thought was 'WTH WHY PENG NEVER TELL ME SHE GOT A BOYFRIEND' hahahah but aww kong huan xi yi chang. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am kind of stuck between whether I should work all the way till 8 Jan because school actually starts on 9 Jan and that means I have no rest at all. But then again, I will miss the people there, the friends I've made, but after I saw Peng today, it suddenly dawned on me that I have been working so much I haven't had the time to meet up with anyone yet, except of course those who tried their best to accomodate my weird schedule which I'm very glad and appreciate of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't decide. Will decide closer to the date.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159184715948801431-5748774470319782914?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5748774470319782914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=5748774470319782914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/5748774470319782914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/5748774470319782914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2011/12/retail-therapy.html' title='Retail therapy.'/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2Dc2PCaIIW8/TviXKNvxAbI/AAAAAAAAAcs/2Dthbf3Od14/s72-c/once%2Bin%2Ba%2Blife%2Btime%2Bexp.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-5429989601439788495</id><published>2011-12-22T22:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T23:42:01.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays thus far.</title><content type='html'>Haven't been blogging for the longest time ever.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's do a short and sweet update.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gwen Hwarng is back, but I haven't had the time to meet with her yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This entire holiday, I have been working like non-stop. And payday is tomorrow yay yay!! I think there is like at least $1k coming in for the past 15 days of work. Actually, time passes pretty fast when I'm at work. It's like zoom~ the day is over, and then I go home bathe and sleep (for afternoon/full shift) or watch some TV and videos (for morning shift) and the cycle continues again. And my offdays are spent settling either CCA stuff or meeting up with my friends so I have practically not a day of rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe my next offday I should give myself some alone time. Sleep till 12pm, read a book, just laze around, do some shopping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's about 2 weeks more till I end work. Not too sure whether to be happy or sad. Honestly, people here are really nice and I think I will really miss them. But then again, my legs ache everyday and blisters and papercuts hurt everyday. One thing for sure, one month of retail is still okay. But I'm so glad I'm not a full time staff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway results for this sem has been extremely horrible. Way way way below my expectations. Sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159184715948801431-5429989601439788495?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5429989601439788495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=5429989601439788495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/5429989601439788495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/5429989601439788495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2011/12/holidays-thus-far.html' title='Holidays thus far.'/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-3500940039780064563</id><published>2011-12-04T01:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T01:16:30.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>五十条初老症状</title><content type='html'>Maybe everyone should take a look at this. LOL.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/notes/%E6%88%91%E5%8F%AF%E8%83%BD%E4%B8%8D%E6%9C%83%E6%84%9B%E4%BD%A0/%E6%88%91%E5%8F%AF%E8%83%BD%E4%B8%8D%E6%9C%83%E6%84%9B%E4%BD%A0%E4%B9%8B%E4%BA%94%E5%8D%81%E6%A2%9D%E5%88%9D%E8%80%81%E7%97%87/256838141006820"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/notes/我可能不會愛你/我可能不會愛你之五十條初老症/256838141006820&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Damn, I'm 20 and I'm starting to feel old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This show made me stop and ponder about a lot of things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;我老了以后，会是怎样？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. A post a day leh, I'm diligently blogging. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159184715948801431-3500940039780064563?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3500940039780064563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=3500940039780064563' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/3500940039780064563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/3500940039780064563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post_04.html' title='五十条初老症状'/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-7284765899043834152</id><published>2011-12-02T18:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T18:44:39.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我可能不会爱你。</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HQD7t26Cies/TtiqjhHZ0dI/AAAAAAAAAcg/8zoVf9NnOOI/s1600/intimewithyou.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HQD7t26Cies/TtiqjhHZ0dI/AAAAAAAAAcg/8zoVf9NnOOI/s320/intimewithyou.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681478457089446354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every year, there is always this very nice drama. This one, there is two!! First being 醉后决定爱上你. That one is pretty hilarious, hahahah miss watching it! Second one being the recent 我可能不会爱你. Hahah do you realise a trend? Nice dramas always have 7 words and have 爱你 inside. As seen from the previous two + 命中注定我爱你.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, WKNBHAN is talking about two good friends that have known each other for 15 years. From enemies turned best friends, and everyone is waiting for them to turn into a couple. Hurry leh!! It's damn cool actually hahah, how Li Da Ren can stand her messy look and shop for pads with her and chit chat with her while she is urm... doing business in the toilet. LIKE SHE IS HOW COMFORTABLE WITH HIM ALREADY, STOP DRAGGING THE SHOW LEH!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I just chiong 7 eps in 1 day. Okay, now I know why my fever is not going away LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159184715948801431-7284765899043834152?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7284765899043834152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=7284765899043834152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/7284765899043834152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/7284765899043834152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html' title='我可能不会爱你。'/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HQD7t26Cies/TtiqjhHZ0dI/AAAAAAAAAcg/8zoVf9NnOOI/s72-c/intimewithyou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-9031046143627211422</id><published>2011-11-29T23:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T00:01:49.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>这些年，以后的那些年。</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j7IY_V--50g/TtT1sj-Lb2I/AAAAAAAAAcU/2QAz4b838w8/s1600/na%2Bxie%2Bnian.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j7IY_V--50g/TtT1sj-Lb2I/AAAAAAAAAcU/2QAz4b838w8/s320/na%2Bxie%2Bnian.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680435175940124514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Exams are overrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!! :D This exams period has been exceptionally long and draggy and this semester has been extremely taxing. Though I would say it is my slackest semester too. How contradictory am I ah. I seriously hope I do not repeat my mistakes semester after semester.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That aside, I hope I still do well. I shant comment on the papers because more often than not, it turns out different from what I thought. So... celebrated the end of this torturous period by watching 那些年 with Xuanz and Yingling! ((: I have been ranting about it for the whole month and like finally... But I guess maybe all the opinions raised my expectations a little too high. It wasn't that awesome to me afterall. But still some takeaways and thought-provoking moments too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;“人生本来就有很多事是徒劳无功的啊。”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;“不像考卷，所有复杂困难的问题，都能得到一个解答。真实人生里，有些事永远也没有答案。”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;如果，没有了这些徒劳无功，如果，没有了这些困难，那我们的生命就会更完美吗？或许吧。可是，换个角度想想，遗憾会让生命更完整。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;我知道有很多人不喜欢故事的结尾。可是，不是每个故事的男女主角都必须在一起。我喜欢这样的结局。就是因为带有一点点的遗憾，一点点的伤感，回忆才会更值得收藏，人才会更懂得珍惜。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;那些年，我也有过很傻很蠢的事。我的那些年，永远地埋藏在我的心底，偶尔拿出来细心回忆。那你的那些年呢？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159184715948801431-9031046143627211422?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/9031046143627211422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=9031046143627211422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/9031046143627211422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/9031046143627211422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html' title='这些年，以后的那些年。'/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j7IY_V--50g/TtT1sj-Lb2I/AAAAAAAAAcU/2QAz4b838w8/s72-c/na%2Bxie%2Bnian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-7653328463488401785</id><published>2011-11-10T16:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T16:36:59.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake-up call.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-viG6NrUdHwU/TruLFkrncuI/AAAAAAAAAcI/2xH46yJUX0g/s1600/i%2Bdont%2Bbelieve%2Bin%2Bregret.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-viG6NrUdHwU/TruLFkrncuI/AAAAAAAAAcI/2xH46yJUX0g/s320/i%2Bdont%2Bbelieve%2Bin%2Bregret.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673281083465495266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is probably just one of the many Tumblr pictures out there that apply aptly to what I'm experiencing now.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder the many setbacks that I face after I stepped into university is because my not-as-high intelligence has already reached its limit or simply because my efforts does not correspond to the marks I yearn to get.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These few days have been terrible. And the horoscope has been really accurate in predicting this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday, 9 Nov:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Failure is only a temporary change in direction to set you straight for your next success. A recent setback or disappointment may have you wallowing in melancholy. You had high hopes for a recent venture, and you may feel like you fell flat on your face instead of soaring high as you had envisioned. Although you may not have gotten what you wanted, or earned the accolades of someone you wanted to impress, you endeavor was not wasted. You learned a lesson, you gained experience, and now that the timing is just right, you are ready to set the world on fire. Try, try again."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday, 10 Nov:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Take back your power, Virgo. Someone has made you feel bad about something. It might be a big choice you made. It might be a relationship that this other person doesn't approve of. It might be your general direction in life. Whatever it is, by allowing yourself to feel hurt or pressurised you are giving away your power. You are on the path you are on because that is exactly where you're supposed to be at this moment in time. If you let someone else cause you to feel insecure or doubtful of your own judgment, you have nothing. Take the helm of your own ship, and be the master of your destiny."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes I know. My horoscope damn encouraging one, everyday tell me to try again and not give up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess this is it. No more fooling around, no more procrastinating. It's getting too late and increasingly hard to save myself recently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why are wake-up calls so harsh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. My last blog post before exams end. So, it's long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159184715948801431-7653328463488401785?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7653328463488401785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=7653328463488401785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/7653328463488401785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/7653328463488401785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2011/11/wake-up-call.html' title='Wake-up call.'/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-viG6NrUdHwU/TruLFkrncuI/AAAAAAAAAcI/2xH46yJUX0g/s72-c/i%2Bdont%2Bbelieve%2Bin%2Bregret.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-3347887388510849563</id><published>2011-11-06T22:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T22:36:53.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-icYIyUti_z0/TraXGMeO80I/AAAAAAAAAb8/HoUZdRWCmrA/s1600/you%2Bwould%2Btalk%2Bto%2Bme%2Bif%2Byou%2Bwant%2Bto.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-icYIyUti_z0/TraXGMeO80I/AAAAAAAAAb8/HoUZdRWCmrA/s320/you%2Bwould%2Btalk%2Bto%2Bme%2Bif%2Byou%2Bwant%2Bto.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671886913402762050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know if anyone feels the same way. Because sometimes, I feel that if I kept talking to a person, and in the end, I might feel as if I am irritating that person.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A while since I last updated. Too busy with school, but thank gawd it's all ending in less than a month's time. 23 days to be exact, and less than 2 weeks to start of exams, I haven't even started revision?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had yet another haircut on Friday. Actually it's been 4 months. So glad that hair has been behaving well these days. I think this is the shortest length I have ever had for the past decade. Could have actually gone even shorter since my hair grows so fast, but okay luh I'm pretty comfortable with this slightly over-the-shoulder length.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everytime I cut my hair, I always hesitate for a while. But everytime (or at least these 2 times) I decided to cut for the same reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, back to school work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159184715948801431-3347887388510849563?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3347887388510849563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=3347887388510849563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/3347887388510849563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/3347887388510849563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-dont-know-if-anyone-feels-same-way.html' title=''/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-icYIyUti_z0/TraXGMeO80I/AAAAAAAAAb8/HoUZdRWCmrA/s72-c/you%2Bwould%2Btalk%2Bto%2Bme%2Bif%2Byou%2Bwant%2Bto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-962646927220360145</id><published>2011-10-26T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T23:10:11.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lfh7YERWats/TqghjMjwOaI/AAAAAAAAAbw/dyQBN3FaXT4/s1600/i%2Bdont%2Bknow%2Bwhat%2Bto%2Bsay%252C%2Bi%2Bjust%2Bwant%2Bto%2Btalk%2Bto%2Byou.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lfh7YERWats/TqghjMjwOaI/AAAAAAAAAbw/dyQBN3FaXT4/s320/i%2Bdont%2Bknow%2Bwhat%2Bto%2Bsay%252C%2Bi%2Bjust%2Bwant%2Bto%2Btalk%2Bto%2Byou.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667817019596093858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is a public holiday, but hardly any time for me to rest. A lot of major projects/presentations coming up. And all I know is that I can't afford to mess them up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the 2 plus more weeks coming up, I have:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Malay CA worth 35% (if I'm not wrong)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Management meeting worth 15%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) AB214 presentation worth 20% (I think)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) BF214 presentation worth 15%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) AB214 post-test worth 15%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) Malay Oral worth 15%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think one single mistake is this is gonna pull my grades down by one grade. So... what to do but mug all day?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something happier: My screen protector (diamond and mirror effect!) and pink casing has arrived. I heard from Spins that my home button stickers too! And one box of stuff (presumably my 3 other casings) and one more casing on its way hahah. Yayyyyy! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159184715948801431-962646927220360145?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/962646927220360145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=962646927220360145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/962646927220360145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/962646927220360145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2011/10/today-is-public-holiday-but-hardly-any.html' title=''/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lfh7YERWats/TqghjMjwOaI/AAAAAAAAAbw/dyQBN3FaXT4/s72-c/i%2Bdont%2Bknow%2Bwhat%2Bto%2Bsay%252C%2Bi%2Bjust%2Bwant%2Bto%2Btalk%2Bto%2Byou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-8260830355335144987</id><published>2011-10-18T23:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T23:46:25.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Subconscious.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kGrKaVqdGWY/Tp2emqA3SOI/AAAAAAAAAbk/cwhbLcRYxbc/s1600/when%2Bwill%2Bi%2Bget%2Bthe%2Bcourage%2Bto%2Blove%2Bsomeone%2Bnew.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kGrKaVqdGWY/Tp2emqA3SOI/AAAAAAAAAbk/cwhbLcRYxbc/s320/when%2Bwill%2Bi%2Bget%2Bthe%2Bcourage%2Bto%2Blove%2Bsomeone%2Bnew.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664858293252081890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dreams tell a lot about what you feel. And dreams can mean a lot of things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I had a terrible dream. I woke up to realise that even though I have looked past everything when I'm awake, my subconscious mind seems to be still harping on it. Is this an indication that whatever has happened is still haunting me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know how sucky that feeling is when one day you wake up, and you realise all previous efforts have been in vain. I hate this kind of feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gonna throw myself into that pile of notes again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will blog about my new phone soon. When I am more free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159184715948801431-8260830355335144987?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8260830355335144987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=8260830355335144987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/8260830355335144987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/8260830355335144987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2011/10/subconscious.html' title='Subconscious.'/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kGrKaVqdGWY/Tp2emqA3SOI/AAAAAAAAAbk/cwhbLcRYxbc/s72-c/when%2Bwill%2Bi%2Bget%2Bthe%2Bcourage%2Bto%2Blove%2Bsomeone%2Bnew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-6826442411783984271</id><published>2011-10-14T22:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T23:06:00.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>长不大</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oR6iC5xnAWk/TphMids_5II/AAAAAAAAAbY/_vooXx2GDbc/s1600/i%2Bshall%2Bnever%2Bgrow%2Bup.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oR6iC5xnAWk/TphMids_5II/AAAAAAAAAbY/_vooXx2GDbc/s320/i%2Bshall%2Bnever%2Bgrow%2Bup.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663360686391026818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that I'm being overly protected. Apparently, it seems like my height is not the only indication that I haven't grown up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever since I started working after O Levels, and since then, all the holiday jobs I had, I was always the one whom everyone protected. I was never really punished nor reprimanded for whatever mistakes I made. Everyone tried to give in to me. (Oh yeah except that terrible work experience I've had.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And even up till now. I still feel uneasy being someone else's GL because my GLs always take care of me (even though they always bully me too). And I still don't feel exactly comfortable being the VC when last time, I only took instructions from VC. I kind of still prepare being protected and taken care of, but I know I will never grow up like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, excited max! Gonna go change my phone this weekend! Byebye cui phone! :) Heh Samsung Galaxy S2 in white or black? Either ways, I've prepared to get dozens of casings and home button stickers and screen protectors and whatever not. It's been a long time since I have a damn chio phone! The switch from felt keyboard to touchscreen is not gonna be easy, especially with my plump fingers LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/2159184715948801431-6826442411783984271?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6826442411783984271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=6826442411783984271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/6826442411783984271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/6826442411783984271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2011/10/blog-post.html' title='长不大'/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oR6iC5xnAWk/TphMids_5II/AAAAAAAAAbY/_vooXx2GDbc/s72-c/i%2Bshall%2Bnever%2Bgrow%2Bup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-7257260636516440698</id><published>2011-10-09T00:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T00:49:55.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ideal.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U0W3nHrHpvg/TpB62YIAlrI/AAAAAAAAAbI/5pt4R2wzLt8/s1600/while%2Bgood%2Bthings%2Bnever%2Blast%252C%2Bsome%2Bdont%2Beven%2Bstart.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U0W3nHrHpvg/TpB62YIAlrI/AAAAAAAAAbI/5pt4R2wzLt8/s320/while%2Bgood%2Bthings%2Bnever%2Blast%252C%2Bsome%2Bdont%2Beven%2Bstart.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661159806212282034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;How do you define ideal?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You have this whole list of criteria for your ideal. You search high and low for your ideal. You get disappointed because no one seems to fit into this list of your ideal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Until one day, you find someone who is so similar. So so similar. And then you start to know him a little better. But you soon realise that no, there are still areas that he is different. Then, you try to convince yourself to overlook these little nitty-gritty areas.  Then, you realise actually these differences are so mild and insignificant and your ideal is still so ideal. And then, you think, maybe, maybe you do like him, that's why you can overlook everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But if you were to step back and think, do you really? Or because he is so close so close to your ideal, and you get confused with ideal and reality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Actually, is ideal what we are looking for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/2159184715948801431-7257260636516440698?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7257260636516440698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=7257260636516440698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/7257260636516440698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/7257260636516440698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2011/10/ideal.html' title='Ideal.'/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U0W3nHrHpvg/TpB62YIAlrI/AAAAAAAAAbI/5pt4R2wzLt8/s72-c/while%2Bgood%2Bthings%2Bnever%2Blast%252C%2Bsome%2Bdont%2Beven%2Bstart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-5540096875083296270</id><published>2011-10-02T14:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T15:00:08.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello October!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SwZbXtzcaaE/TogK6rbu5KI/AAAAAAAAAbA/JB1GiyLWUhI/s1600/october%2Bpls%2Bbe%2Bawesome.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SwZbXtzcaaE/TogK6rbu5KI/AAAAAAAAAbA/JB1GiyLWUhI/s320/october%2Bpls%2Bbe%2Bawesome.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658784934998762658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I foresee even more intensive studying and stuff during the second half of the semester. Actually, not like I really did work hard in the first half. And no events I can think of, except Members' Night. Ohno, invite me to parties leh!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lizhu doesn't know whether to cut her hair again or not. Getting longer which means it's warmer. But actually it's not that long too. Aiyoh all this nonsense taking up all my brain space.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And... got new Gongcha outlet and some soya bean milkcurd look-alike thing. Too bad I'm not a fan of Gongcha, but better than nothing. (:&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/2159184715948801431-5540096875083296270?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5540096875083296270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=5540096875083296270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/5540096875083296270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/5540096875083296270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2011/10/hello-october.html' title='Hello October!'/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SwZbXtzcaaE/TogK6rbu5KI/AAAAAAAAAbA/JB1GiyLWUhI/s72-c/october%2Bpls%2Bbe%2Bawesome.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-3802043177486131699</id><published>2011-09-29T13:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T14:15:04.331+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Recess week aka projects week is more than halfway gone. Actually I don't know if this is a good thing or not. Whether if this week ends, it means my projects and stuff are all over already, or that means I've that little time left to finish my projects.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, one thing about this recess week is that I am really chiong-ing my projects throughout. I wished I have more time to spend with my friends. Like going for 4H outing, and Mavis' party. But so glad I managed to make it for XML's yesterday! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Advanced happy birthday to Xuanqi, Yingming, Yingling!! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's gonna be October soon! Time passes so fast. September has been pretty good with all the celebrations. A month full of birthdays :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;October will be a good month because I can get to change my phone finally! Byebye cui phone in hopefully, less than a month's time :DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159184715948801431-3802043177486131699?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3802043177486131699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=3802043177486131699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/3802043177486131699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/3802043177486131699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2011/09/recess-week-aka-projects-week-is-more.html' title=''/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-5431175531200825029</id><published>2011-09-27T23:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T23:52:14.121+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grumpy.</title><content type='html'>I'm having terrible mood swings recently. I am so easily irritated recently.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know why too. But if you sense that I'm weird, please kindly leave me alone. I usually try to contain emotions within me but I don't know if I will flare up at anyone. Afterall, it's a mood swing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The wind is so strong tonight. Seems like it's gonna rain anytime. I shall have a good night's sleep tonight and probably all this PMSing will go away. Mood swings are NOT fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so dreading the financial stuff tomorrow. Why oh why, accounting you suck. At least AA101 (minus the tutor and my awesome groupmates). I suddenly miss Billy and Gnafgnip, Yeuhaij, Enimsaj and Ecneret. How are you guys?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159184715948801431-5431175531200825029?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5431175531200825029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=5431175531200825029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/5431175531200825029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/5431175531200825029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2011/09/grumpy.html' title='Grumpy.'/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-8432371149315069354</id><published>2011-09-25T21:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T22:12:33.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'>200!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VPk_GJNxD6o/Tn8xGcRqjOI/AAAAAAAAAa4/0Ps9346ftsQ/s1600/you%2Bmake%2Bme%2Bsmile.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 261px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VPk_GJNxD6o/Tn8xGcRqjOI/AAAAAAAAAa4/0Ps9346ftsQ/s320/you%2Bmake%2Bme%2Bsmile.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656293643739892962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh btw, this marks my 200th post. Short and sweet! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159184715948801431-8432371149315069354?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8432371149315069354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=8432371149315069354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/8432371149315069354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/8432371149315069354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2011/09/200.html' title='200!'/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VPk_GJNxD6o/Tn8xGcRqjOI/AAAAAAAAAa4/0Ps9346ftsQ/s72-c/you%2Bmake%2Bme%2Bsmile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-8084565334372273247</id><published>2011-09-19T00:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T00:22:01.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One big step.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NdeushJc9qU/TnYXH3q8YcI/AAAAAAAAAaw/mi-khIs4Cyw/s1600/keep%2Bsmiling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 211px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653731806180827586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NdeushJc9qU/TnYXH3q8YcI/AAAAAAAAAaw/mi-khIs4Cyw/s320/keep%2Bsmiling.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I take one big step into the big 2-0 age range, I will bring along wonderful friends with me. (: Thank you for the celebrations and the presents and the well-wishes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's mad crazy if I have to list down every single person who wished me happy birthday. I know I did that last year and the year before (I think) but I'm really pretty busy these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gain some, you lose some. You smile, and you frown. This year, I smiled at the thought that many people took the effort to wish me, be it facebook or SMS or twitter. This year, I also frowned. Then I realised that there's really no need to frown, because there's so much to smile about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like how during every birthday, you smile knowing that someone remembered. You smiled even brighter when people who mattered to you remembered. And you continue smiling when someone you didn't expect remembered. Birthdays should be days of smiles and laughters, and days whereby you should feel appreciative. Of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, as I grow another year older (haix), I know things will only get better. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159184715948801431-8084565334372273247?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8084565334372273247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=8084565334372273247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/8084565334372273247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/8084565334372273247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2011/09/one-big-step.html' title='One big step.'/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NdeushJc9qU/TnYXH3q8YcI/AAAAAAAAAaw/mi-khIs4Cyw/s72-c/keep%2Bsmiling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-1019405691423452976</id><published>2011-09-10T00:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T00:34:21.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you know who I am referring to all along, good for you. LOL. If you don't, a small clue. Though I don't think it helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So beware who you befriend with. You will find those real friends in the midst of people who dont give a shit about you like how I did."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of this exact statement, I know, that despite all, you care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this distance is growing too big, I feel so far apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it doesn't help because you just don't know. Why is it that you can see everyone else's efforts, just not mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bits and pieces. Plus the above statement, I know I still must give it one more try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159184715948801431-1019405691423452976?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1019405691423452976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=1019405691423452976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/1019405691423452976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/1019405691423452976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2011/09/if-you-know-who-i-am-referring-to-all.html' title=''/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-302835114424821607</id><published>2011-09-01T23:37:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T23:52:25.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-emjYsS122QM/Tl-nbnskS-I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/-JcMINZyieo/s1600/remembering%2Bhow%2Bppl%2Bused%2Bto%2Bbe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647416550700108770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-emjYsS122QM/Tl-nbnskS-I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/-JcMINZyieo/s320/remembering%2Bhow%2Bppl%2Bused%2Bto%2Bbe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;这感觉已经不对，我努力在挽回。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;很执着。未必是一件好事。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;悲喜交加。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;感动，感恩，感觉，感性，感伤。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;September will be better. Right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159184715948801431-302835114424821607?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/302835114424821607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=302835114424821607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/302835114424821607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/302835114424821607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-emjYsS122QM/Tl-nbnskS-I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/-JcMINZyieo/s72-c/remembering%2Bhow%2Bppl%2Bused%2Bto%2Bbe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-2877209957514639173</id><published>2011-08-31T16:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T17:38:59.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a good day.</title><content type='html'>Today is not a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad bad cramps and vomiting thrice in the wee hours. Feeling hungry and yet not having the appetite to eat anything. All in all, a bad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As expected, I skipped school today. I will mug damn hard next week onwards!!! (I hope.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, my long awaited clothes from MMTP arrived!! :DD Quality wise, it's really superb. But a bit upset about the slight variation in colours. My mustard dress appeared more dull, while my polka dots dress appeared more bright (in the not so nice manner). But I can overlook that. I think worse thing about dresses is that they never never fit me well, probably because they're too long. So, I would say these dresses aren't my best buys definitely, but I still pretty much like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was pondering about it yesterday night while I couldn't sleep, and I realise my bank account is depleting too fast and that I have to stop online shopping for some time at least till my bank account stabilized a little. But there're a few stuff I really like (but got no money to buy zzz) so now it can be a good bday present for me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;a href="http://www.chersamme.com/"&gt;http://www.chersamme.com/&lt;/a&gt; --&amp;gt; Click on Dresses --&amp;gt; The first dress as of 31st Aug 2011, Gloria Weekender Dress. Got sizes one leh, Please take a S for me though the measurements still look a bit big. I couldn't decide on Warm Salmon or Ivory Cream. Don't get me both please, maybe you can decide on a colour for me! (I HOPE IT IS STILL IN STOCK!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;a href="http://www.intoxiquette.com/"&gt;http://www.intoxiquette.com/&lt;/a&gt; --&amp;gt; Click on What's Available --&amp;gt; Somewhere in the middle, the exclusive tinkerbell dress. There is tangerine, dusty pink, blush lavender, and mint available. Besides mint, everything else is fine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;a href="http://www.leflirtini.livejournal.com/49513.html#cutid1"&gt;www.leflirtini.livejournal.com/49513.html#cutid1&lt;/a&gt; --&amp;gt; Signature Pleated Blouse in Size M. (I've huge shoulders and I don't want to risk.) I'm okay with either Pristine White, or Dusty Lavender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;a href="http://www.leflirtini.livejournal.com/48152.html#cutid1"&gt;www.leflirtini.livejournal.com/48152.html#cutid1&lt;/a&gt; --&amp;gt; Embroidery Cut-Out Dress in Apple Green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Backpacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Laptop sleeves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Tote bags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay actually there are still quite some stuff I want. Just that designs wise, hmmm. But I guess if you know me well, you know I love pale pink, white, creamish colour. And flowery designs, quilted stuff, heart shapes. To put it simply, anything cute and girly LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best, just give hongbao. Most practical, cannot imagine we actually gave a friend that on her 21st birthday. Much as it's practical, I still find it a little insincere, like we could have done more or attempt to think of something. But I guess, for me, I really don't mind vouchers and hongbaos LOL. Urm the friend who received cash from us, I hope you don't mind ah!! :P I KNOW YOU WILL READ THIS. Amber~~! LOLLLL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Oh, although this spoils the surprise element, but really do let me know, especially if you're really getting the clothes that I've listed out! I don't need two clothes of different colours, or worse, two clothes of the same colour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some other clothes that I love love love love love, but are either sold out already or on backorders (and I hate to wait for backorders).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hollyhoque's Backorder: High Neckline Grecian Dress - Blue. (Still thinking if I should get it because it's freaking 33" but the keyhole at the back is &amp;lt;3, I've something for keyhole somehow)&lt;br /&gt;- Hollyhoque's Backorder: Vertical Pleats Work Dress - Burnt Caramel. (32.5" is still pretty long!!)&lt;br /&gt;- LoveBonito's Extras from Backorders (but sold out again): Hitchhiker Convertible Bag - Mustard. (I've yet to find something else as pretty as this yet, but the $39 was way over my budget!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TinselRack is also one of my favourite. :D Blogshops and food are the main source of where my money went to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, looking at the pretty clothes did lifted up my mood a little. But I'm spending too much time on this. My entire long extended weekend was DrumZout camp, 21st birthday party and slacking. Not at all studying, shucks so screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159184715948801431-2877209957514639173?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2877209957514639173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=2877209957514639173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/2877209957514639173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/2877209957514639173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2011/08/not-good-day.html' title='Not a good day.'/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-1328050394255861527</id><published>2011-08-30T22:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T23:15:31.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As time passes.</title><content type='html'>End of August. Yet another month gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August flew by too quickly. School restarting, and then tutorials and seminars, and many holidays in between the weeks. Still seems like school just started, I haven't gotten back to the studying mood yet. This sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September is yet another exciting month, I hope. CAC Freshmen Bash, and many other birthdays (including mine!!) coming up. I am feeling old. Besides the fact that my guy freshies like to gek me by calling me jiejie when I'm really younger than them lo. ): Gonna turn 20 already leh, the 2 in front alone is damn zzz liao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm getting old, like honestly. Have come to a stage that if you ask me to think of something I want, I really don't know. I think everyone is getting more and more financially independent. Last time, there were so many ideas for birthday presents. Wallets, accessories, pencil cases, water bottles, whatever not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... so why not just treat me to good food?! LOL I never ever resist good food, diet plan can always be pushed aside (not like it has ever started). I think I've reached a stage whereby just the company itself is enough. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, I survived another week with my cannot-slide slidephone. I think I will get an Iphone 4 probably when it's time to recontract. Iphone or BB, caught in the dilemma for damn long. But I gave in to the apps and the pretty casings I see EVERYWHERE. 2 more months, how to survive!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another side point, I met Yanlu on the train home last week. I didn't know what to say eh, that short excitement turned into awkwardness when I realised we've no longer things in common to talk about. It's kind of pathetic, I think, hahah someone so important to me in the past became a hi-bye stranger. I know he doesn't care actually, lol I just find it a pity. Favourite senior, LOL. Another chapter of my life, closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159184715948801431-1328050394255861527?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1328050394255861527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=1328050394255861527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/1328050394255861527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/1328050394255861527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2011/08/as-time-passes.html' title='As time passes.'/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-2545960137874617942</id><published>2011-08-20T23:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T00:35:18.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Madness.</title><content type='html'>This week has been a pure madness week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been reaching home close to midnight for every other day except for Monday. CAC Welcome Tea on Tuesday, then recruitment drive on both Wednesday and Thursday, followed by DrumZout evaluation meeting on Friday. Not to mention that I've to do a 3-minute introduction for AB214 on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week looks pretty chaotic too. Presentation on Monday for AA102. I think the tutor calling upon me on Thursday and me being unable to answer his question does signify something. There's tons of things to do. Self-assessment, presentation slides, malay elective stuff all on Monday. Doesn't help that my eyes are always closing, it's a physically and mentally torturous week. Oh yes, SAC has become my second home. I think I have been there everyday ever since school started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, we had a really impromptu NOXA farewell lunch for Priscilla. ): I think I've had quite some farewell meals, for Melissa, Jocelyn, Jasmine and now Priscilla, and soon, there's Alvin's too. I'm starting to hate the word "farewell" because it means yet another friend is gonna leave. Not that I'm envious/jealous though. I don't think I'd be going for exchange afterall. 5 months is a really long period of time, and I know I'm not independent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, damn mad at my phone. It became really cranky yesterday night, and is still sot sot now. So, don't come after me if I don't answer your call/reply your SMS. The display sometimes blackout too so I really can't do much except to switch it off and restart or take out the battery. And this may not solve the issue sometimes too. Sucks not 21 months yet, probably late October zzz. How to survive another 2 more months with this stupid phone, gotta use my bro's ugly phone first when he recontracts (which is hopefully in the next few days please!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, today has been a really sinful day since I ate so much. Watami for lunch (woah damn full, love the lunch set please!! :D) and almost had Gongcha but was too full to stuff anything else into my stomach. Had Din Tai Fung with mummy bro and sis as an early birthday celebration for Mummy. But in the end she paid again so me and bro treated desserts for Ji De Chi. The durian with pomelo sago is damn upz sia. Zhen cai shi liao, hahah every mouthful was so full of the durian richness. YUMS, now I know where to satisfy my durian cravings when Mummy refuses to buy durians, saying it's too heaty and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know where my money goes. Shucks I think food is a HUGE portion of my life, and eating happens to be one of my hobbies LOL. And it's made worse since I don't have the gourmet's tongue so I actually find most things nice LOL. So, there's practically no way for me to cut down on my cravings so exercise is the next best option zzz. But really need to get down to it soon, seems like I've gotten much rounder as I look at my pictures over the months on Facebook. Shucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159184715948801431-2545960137874617942?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2545960137874617942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=2545960137874617942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/2545960137874617942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/2545960137874617942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2011/08/madness.html' title='Madness.'/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-1227546494759876928</id><published>2011-08-14T16:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T17:50:58.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>August thus far.</title><content type='html'>School has started so I might be in a grumpy mood. Because I'm once again floating around! Without sexay in any of my classes though we already arranged and tried to salvage after that. This sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did my first tutorial for 202. This is a good start, and it will only get better I hope. A busy year ahead, I'm gonna chiong all the way. But I will balance it with more good company etc. I think last year I was really overwhelmed by schoolwork such that both my semesters were just CCAs and studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ugNaxhD8uBY/TkeV3Y5Hf5I/AAAAAAAAAaI/5lsHD1zP3LI/s1600/life%2Bis%2Bbeautiful.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640641837112197010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ugNaxhD8uBY/TkeV3Y5Hf5I/AAAAAAAAAaI/5lsHD1zP3LI/s320/life%2Bis%2Bbeautiful.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite the rantings, I've had an awesome August thus far. Just simply rotting at home and taking naps and breaks whenever I feel like it is enough. I had an extended holiday till Wednesday because it so happens that my lessons were either cancelled or starting the week after (which is tomorrow). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The previous Thursday, I was doing NBS Welcome Day for the freshies. It was a freaking cooling Thursday morning, it was drizzling and stuff and the best time to sleep in seriously. I had to drag myself out to the school and stuff by 11plus and the whole thing only ended close to 430pm. Another mad rush off to meet DrumZout peeps at Holland V for a farewell dinner for Melissa. I love the Jap restaurant we dined in :D Damn cool "seats" and it was a nice dinner despite some hiccups along the way. Ice-cream from Island Cremery to end the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day, some of us met again to send Melissa off at T3. ): Five long months, take care Mel! Proceeded to play San Guo Sha at Eugene's house after that till about 1am, almost kena lightning LOL. So Saturday, we decided that the safest place to avoid lightning is home so Ikea for dinner followed by San Guo Sha with the gang (expanded lol, it became me Eugene Edmund Yingling Pak Max Alex Jianbin) till 1am or so again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The highlight of this week - CAC Cynosure Ball 2011! Lingling was one of the contestants, of course I must be there to support!! :D Subsequently after I know Weiquan too, of course must support too luh! They did great (: Especially when they spent so much time practising etc. It was actually an awesome night spent probably because of the awesome company. A stressful night too, with meeting and 'interview' lol and being sabo-ed on stage!! Ohno, whats with the MEILIZHU thing spreading damn fast! Anyway, camwhored a lot but photos arent with me 'cause my camera is spoilt. ): Ended the night with Swee Choon dimsum which I felt was overrated. Only reached home at about 3am OPPS really thunderstorm liao and slept at about 4am. Shagged, like yet another FOC LOL. But a good night to end off the academic year. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Random thought: I gotta save up this month. Upcoming events: Shan's 21st, Mavis' birthday, Mummy &amp;amp; Gor's birthday, CAC Freshmen Pageant (Go Yaozhong and Cynthia!), the treat I promised Sis when I thought I was pretty rich but thinking about it now, I'm actually tight on cash now zzz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159184715948801431-1227546494759876928?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1227546494759876928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=1227546494759876928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/1227546494759876928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/1227546494759876928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2011/08/august-thus-far.html' title='August thus far.'/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ugNaxhD8uBY/TkeV3Y5Hf5I/AAAAAAAAAaI/5lsHD1zP3LI/s72-c/life%2Bis%2Bbeautiful.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-3659484900674463054</id><published>2011-08-02T12:13:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T13:36:58.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My July adventures.</title><content type='html'>It's been almost 3 weeks since I've last blogged. Okay I need to gather more thoughts first, pretty much a lot has happened in these 3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On 15th July, we have a sister og outing, full attendance except for Huiyi!! Tsktsk. Dinner at Ajisen and we discussed about OG identity, cheers, and whatsoever not. Actually, it was like a meetup rather than a discussion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16th July. CAC FOC Pre-camp briefing. I had breakfast with Sexay at the Palette before we proceeded on to Hall 7 Function Hall. Shortly after we arrived, we were told to go for lunch. o.O The proggies disappeared that's why Sexay joined Esroh for lunch. Spot the two Fake Freshies!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sbb1M9531KY/Tjd_QnUhlEI/AAAAAAAAAaA/71s_MJ9MnoA/s1600/precamp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636113382087169090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sbb1M9531KY/Tjd_QnUhlEI/AAAAAAAAAaA/71s_MJ9MnoA/s320/precamp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 17th July. 4H BBQ gathering, cum Joseph's bday celebration. That day, we finalised that we're finally going somewhere during 21 Dec - 26 Dec. But then we couldn't really decide on a place. Initially, it was Bangkok &amp;amp; Phuket but I think plans changed again. I'm at a loss too. Got some rare guests that day (even more rare than me!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18th, 19th, 20th lunch break + dinnertime = Calling up freshies time. For those who made me call you for damn freaking a lot of times before I get you, like Denise, Yaozhong, tsktsk. And it doesn't help that both my GLs not around haix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d4eM5li1KPo/Tjd-8--nS5I/AAAAAAAAAZw/pgNUFsryrcA/s1600/dinner%2B20th%2Bjuly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636113044840336274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d4eM5li1KPo/Tjd-8--nS5I/AAAAAAAAAZw/pgNUFsryrcA/s320/dinner%2B20th%2Bjuly.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 20th July. A random Wednesday night spent with ABCD. :DDDD I think meeting up every six months is terrible okayyy, we should all make effort to organise more outings at least once every 1-2 months. Cluedo is funnnnnnnn, so is camwhoring. (: Lilin's camera took the prettiest photos that night. (: All so DP worthy hahhah. Oh yes it was Ajisen too that day :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-whH8K_mImB4/Tjd-89iV8eI/AAAAAAAAAZo/_UWEjeowEE8/s1600/MD%2Bgirls%2B22%2Bjuly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636113044453323234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-whH8K_mImB4/Tjd-89iV8eI/AAAAAAAAAZo/_UWEjeowEE8/s320/MD%2Bgirls%2B22%2Bjuly.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;22nd July. Swensens for dinner with MD senior girls. Initially, it was a meetup for everyone but Gwen Saniah Joycelyn couldn't make it, so instead I told them to celebrate my last day of work with me :DD It's less than 10 days and Hwarng is going back and about 2 more weeks to Saniah's departure. Time is never enoughhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;23rd July afternoon. Met up with Shan to go shopping. Okay partly because I need to go get some OG identity stuff, which we didn't get in the end. Gossip gossip gossip LOL and we bought quite a few stuff (okay I bought more) and I think Shan is right. I always seem to buy blue stuff whenever I'm with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WY9yRTqS4PE/Tjd-8hxK0UI/AAAAAAAAAZg/3AeSuTqwagw/s1600/BNF%2Binduction%2Bday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636113036999315778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WY9yRTqS4PE/Tjd-8hxK0UI/AAAAAAAAAZg/3AeSuTqwagw/s320/BNF%2Binduction%2Bday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;24th July, B&amp;amp;F Induction Day. A one-day camp cum amazing race for us to familiarize ourselves with the financial district area and know more B&amp;amp;F friends. LOLLOLOL we were so chillax we didn't bother to do cheers, think of OG name etc so we call ourselves Number4 since we're group 4 and we turned out to be the champion of the amazing race LOLOLOL. What a joke, we find it pretty hilarious too. But glad to know some nice people too. (: We won ourselves a $50 Capitaland voucher which we immediately went to spend on Starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3lWJSe1X9v8/Tjd-8p0f5oI/AAAAAAAAAZY/7cI17XjiyFM/s1600/day%2B0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636113039160764034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3lWJSe1X9v8/Tjd-8p0f5oI/AAAAAAAAAZY/7cI17XjiyFM/s320/day%2B0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rushed home after B&amp;amp;F day, bathed, ate dinner and ran off to school for CAC FOC Day 0. Making/Customizing OG identity with sister OG as well as a form of bonding and discussing cheers. Only slept at about 4am or so but had to wake up at 630am ): Boohoo, the sofa made my neck stiff too. Irvard, remember ah, your friendship band is made by Noxa too!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636113034607537682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wCqjEI1PZk8/Tjd-8Y27LhI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/4Qe1lKSQqo0/s320/NOXA%2Bday%2B1.jpg" /&gt;Camp Day 1! Met my NOXA freshies at Boon Lay MRT and brought them over to NTU for some activities. Not the full strength of NOXA yet 'cause my SAs all not here leh!! I was pretty surprised and happy about NOXA's enthusiasm right from the start because I really don't remember Rowan being so high, even till the end. I absolutely hate the gender disease thing therefore, as much as possible, we tried to mix people around. Really hope it did help!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qw4kzmD6OCg/Tjd-qjLwP4I/AAAAAAAAAZI/mPIFJa2m3-U/s1600/day%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636112728141610882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qw4kzmD6OCg/Tjd-qjLwP4I/AAAAAAAAAZI/mPIFJa2m3-U/s320/day%2B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Camp Day 2 @ Sentosa! Beach games on Day 2, photo formation with sister OG Irvard! Hot day, hot sun, but enthusiasm still up there! :DDDD Woots, go NOXA. We kind of take those games with a pinch of salt. Chillax OG again LOL. Fake freshie Lilin was dunked into the water. Why you cheat our feelings! ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was SP initiation night at night. Damn fun disturbing the freshies but got damn tired and sleepy after a while. Fell asleep at the stairs with many other SAs and GLs eg. Jocelyn, Jianbin, Kaijie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r-ToJ5cAaXA/Tjd-qRLryuI/AAAAAAAAAZA/VCXX-bqblvg/s1600/day%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636112723309480674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-r-ToJ5cAaXA/Tjd-qRLryuI/AAAAAAAAAZA/VCXX-bqblvg/s320/day%2B3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Camp Day 3 started off with masquerade. WTH I think Yakann requested GLs to do planking first. Matriculation for the freshies too and then off we go for Amazing race. Everything was pushed back due to matriculation hence we kind of have only a few stations only. ): Okay but tiring enough. Heheh if you notice me stopping by to check on the freshies behind, its purely because I'm too tired to run liao!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ended off the day with adventure walk in school. WTH shouldn't have volunteered to go for the nightwalk LOLLL. The proggies all against me sia. Trent Tan burst the water bomb on me and made me wet ): The toilet one got the eerie atmosphere too with the banging of the doors :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2SnMB_tSYUQ/Tjd-qe6c9aI/AAAAAAAAAY4/IeHZ11FhKCw/s1600/sp%2Bday%2B4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636112726995301794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2SnMB_tSYUQ/Tjd-qe6c9aI/AAAAAAAAAY4/IeHZ11FhKCw/s320/sp%2Bday%2B4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I only slept at about 8am that day and woke up at 1130am. Was only ready by 2pm rather than the supposedly 1230pm opps. Heh I've to let my freshies go first ma!! Tekaning the guy freshies was pretty hilarious and I think I got an old face look, I sit among the freshies but no guys wanna choose me sia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SP dinner at Hotel Re! again. It was a round table setting so my table had a mix of GLs &amp;amp; SAs. Vanessa, Zhenquan, Sven, Weiquan, Huiyi, Ophelia, Jianbin, Kaijie, Yongsiang and me. Okay the minute Edwin and Zhengyi says okay, we rushed to get food. Hahah first in the queue is us liao. When I came back with my one plate of food, the appetisers and desserts were all there liao. Subsequently, everyone came back with one plate of food too. Hahah in like 15mins, we have a mini buffet on our table, ready to start liao!!! Epic max.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clubbing night gosh hahah find me sleeping at the sofa okayy!! I've to safeguard my freshies' belongings and look out for them ahhhh! Had a trip and I fell flat on my face when I was leaving the club. Actually I didn't react to pull myself up but already everyone around me pulled me up from all directions. I think I was too sleepy, not seh luh confirm I only had two sips. My leg is still swollen now!! Went to see a doctor and he said there's infection alr and now I've to take all the medicine zzz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saw Alex and Max and Pak and Wenting. I miss the old birds!! Took a photo with Alex and Max in their graduation gown but where's the photo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ft10j3oxT-s/Tjd-qEFW2zI/AAAAAAAAAYw/24MCwfCWNIs/s1600/day%2B5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636112719793281842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ft10j3oxT-s/Tjd-qEFW2zI/AAAAAAAAAYw/24MCwfCWNIs/s320/day%2B5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Camp Day 5! Strength greatly decreased in number with about 5 freshies leaving by early afternoon! But morale was still pretty much up especially during cheer fight. Skipped the war games again this year heh 'cause I didn't want to get dirty so my wound is the best excuse. LOLOLOL see how Yongsiang bandaged it. Along with Danny Wan, the most supportive VP (support) ever LOLLLL, we went to buy 100plus and then milkcurd subsequently for Noxa. Welfare max sia. (Partly because I'm craving for milkcurd since Day 1.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ended off with campfire. More seniors came back, eg. Weiquan, Merwyn, Eugene etc. Wanted to go supper with DZ but considering that they have a Tiong Bahru bus for us that's almost straight to my doorstep and no more bus home after supper, I decided to forsake supper for that day. Anyw I was too shagged. Tiong Bahru bus only got 7 ppl luh zzz, don't cancel it next year please!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0VXUUyfr3fg/Tjd-qLqd_uI/AAAAAAAAAYo/6r42jiEJJGU/s1600/noxa%2B1st%2Bouting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636112721827987170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0VXUUyfr3fg/Tjd-qLqd_uI/AAAAAAAAAYo/6r42jiEJJGU/s320/noxa%2B1st%2Bouting.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Noxa's 1st &amp;amp; probably the most successful outing on Sunday evening. Dinner @ NYNY and we went back to SAC to HTHT and some of them slept overnight there since they've hall camp anyways. 2nd Noxa outing is being organised now. Let's hope the Noxa XAAAAAAAA! spirit continues :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, that rounds up my adventures in July. August will be better :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2159184715948801431-3659484900674463054?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3659484900674463054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=3659484900674463054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/3659484900674463054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/3659484900674463054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-july-adventures.html' title='My July adventures.'/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sbb1M9531KY/Tjd_QnUhlEI/AAAAAAAAAaA/71s_MJ9MnoA/s72-c/precamp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-264546921803074871</id><published>2011-07-14T23:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T23:23:41.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm loving my short hair by the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) It's getting more natural looking. Not so stiff and flat and straight like uncooked spaghetti already.&lt;br /&gt;(2) It's not so warm nowadays already. Wondering is it the weather or my hair.&lt;br /&gt;(3) I don't even need to comb it! (But I got comb one okay.) It's so awesome luh, no matter what still so neat. Blow wind blow already, it will can settle down nicely.&lt;br /&gt;(4) It's looking WAY healthier now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I honestly think I cut at least 30-40cm of my hair away. Didn't bear to at first, that's why I kept dragging. But now I find it a bit too long and it's gonna grow out longer right. Probably will cut it again before school starts or maybe a while more, in September?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did I say I'm loving my DrumZout hoodie to bits? It will definitely come along with me to FOC the week after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've been pondering about the NBS v.s. CAC issue for some time. Just because I'm active in CAC, I've to sacrifice NBS? Have been wanting to go for P-family stuff for some time but it's either work/CAC clashing with it. Next week is NBS FOC, actually wanted to go relive the camp spirit again but it's also my last week of work. Probably gonna be busy tying up all the loose ends. And then, the happening stuff like NY lake and SP initiation will be at wee hours whereas SP Tekan session and Performance night starts too early for me to rush there in time after work. NBS FOC Precamp this sat clashes with CAC Precamp briefing too. I think I will be the kind of non-existant senior whereby I will walk past my POCUS freshies without knowing they are my freshies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on a happier note, there's only 6 working days left!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159184715948801431-264546921803074871?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/264546921803074871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=264546921803074871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/264546921803074871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/264546921803074871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2011/07/im-loving-my-short-hair-by-day.html' title=''/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-7091147079984868714</id><published>2011-07-09T01:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T01:21:32.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bits and pieces of July.</title><content type='html'>July did not start off well. I caught the flu bug and was coughing and sneezing and feeling cold yet warm. I would say it was good only because I managed to take yet another offday from work! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was offday again because it is the time to prepare for war! Had such a hard time planning out my timetable on Monday with sexay. Lesson learnt: Don't plan your timetable less than 12 hours before STARS WARS! Everything seemed to clash for whatever reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STARS WARS itself was freaking scary. I got two modules in the first 5 minutes, and that's it!! Everything was stagnant throughout, with no more vacancies for almost everything (or at least I didn't see it!) Panic ahhh after 1 hour, still only 8AUs registered. And STARS kept telling us that we cannot register for BF214 for whatever crap reason, which seemed to be a system error afterall. But, got help from a friend, so finally managed to get all four. But I cannot get Clement Tan nor Bobby Mak. ): Ohno, my accounting degree :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the Tuesday was lazing around. Deposited my paycheck at the bank yay. (: MUST STILL CONTROL MY SPENDING THOUGH. These are supposed to last me for the next year! Anyway, I went to the library after eons but had to leave in less than half an hour because I couldn't stop coughing and I find myself really irritating, not too sure if others felt so too. Watched 醉后决定我爱你 :D Hehhhh getting nicer and nicer gosh, although Joseph Cheng still &amp;lt; Ethan Ruan, and Rainie Yang &amp;lt; Joe Chen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner with lecture clique at night. (: Pris, Juehong, Lilin, Zpin, heheh Pris and Lilin were pretty high, overly maybe, and we kept laughing at random stuff. Lilin's new camera is pretty cool hahah. Just nice my camera spoil sia, you know the thing cannot go back in! Anyway just cannot on and use anymore, so time for a new camera. Gosh, give me some time to save up first. But then I want to get it in time for FOC leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways today is probably gonna be my last day in long hair. Will go cut my hair tomorrow. Okay I can't bear to cut it again. ): It's below waist level now already, gosh the longest I ever had. But it's so freaking damaged and it's so freaking warm. But okay luh, I guess I won't go too short too. I can't carry off the short hair style and neither do I want to cut like 50cm of my hair again. 30cm is max max already... *prays* Haircut better be gooooooooooooood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things to do for July! 10 more working days + activities during weekends + CAC FOC and then July is over?! Like a freaking fast huh. 1 month to school reopening. I haven't seemed to enjoy my holidays yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159184715948801431-7091147079984868714?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7091147079984868714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=7091147079984868714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/7091147079984868714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/7091147079984868714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2011/07/bits-and-pieces-of-july.html' title='Bits and pieces of July.'/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-6082403445642303158</id><published>2011-07-02T17:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T18:02:09.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>About everything random.</title><content type='html'>To kill some time, and to provide some updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a pimple outbreak. ): Thank gawd for The Body Shop's tea-tree concealer. I wouldn't say the coverage is that good 'cause afterall it's the stick kind, not liquid ones, so it can get a bit cakey especially when your pimple is starting to harden. And there are only two shades. I was recommended the darker shade but still there's a bit of colour difference when applied. But I'm pretty convinced that the tea-tree effect did work, somehow or another. My pimple gets smaller after I removed the concealer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my hair has turned so horrible I really don't know what to do with it. So, yeah, I've got pretty much no choice but to snap it away. Anyway, it's not like I always have stunts with my long hair right. Gonna go snap it off next Saturday since I've some stuff tomorrow and although I hope for a good haircut, I should always prepare for the worst right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idiot Jianbin: "Aiyah your face like that you also dare to go out liao. Your hair won't make a difference one luh." Zekark or not. zzz I must tell my freshies his zekark stories, especially the chio ones, and will never introduce them to him!!! Btw he got the nerve to tag me, Peng, Cyan in the wanton mee pictures. SERIOUSLY ONLY KENA SUAN-ED BY US. CUI TTM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay and exercise plan gone very very wrong. I think I only ran twice this entire holidays?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 more working days to end of work and FOC! Kind of excited!! (: Yay time to gather together and think about cheers and unique OG identity. My OG name seriously a bit ... Can change name? We've thought of a new name hehheh. Not much better too actually, but meaning is nicer and easier to incorporate into cheers?! What names can you form with N? ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159184715948801431-6082403445642303158?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6082403445642303158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=6082403445642303158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/6082403445642303158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/6082403445642303158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2011/07/about-everything-random.html' title='About everything random.'/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-9082010313397795289</id><published>2011-07-02T15:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T15:49:00.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DrumZout 2011!</title><content type='html'>A major event in my otherwise boring NTU life - DrumZout 2011! Okay, will just skip the details about the actual finals day because it's just preparation work nonstop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think all I want to say is that DrumZout has been an amazing experience because of all the awesome people in it. (: DrumZout camp was definitely a memory to keep for the following years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bu9zBbB_-No/Tg7GwePsYpI/AAAAAAAAAYg/q3jOlake5KI/s1600/drumzout%2Bcamp1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624651520687235730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bu9zBbB_-No/Tg7GwePsYpI/AAAAAAAAAYg/q3jOlake5KI/s400/drumzout%2Bcamp1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l8oEri4aXpo/Tg7GwKzxp2I/AAAAAAAAAYY/ZPdMwDTHMmo/s1600/drumzout%2Bfinals.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624651515469866850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l8oEri4aXpo/Tg7GwKzxp2I/AAAAAAAAAYY/ZPdMwDTHMmo/s400/drumzout%2Bfinals.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every outing/supper/meeting has been nothing but fun, and every single DrumZout has been special in their own ways. DrumZout this year also has lots of old birds aka Max, Pak, Alex, Eugene, Ziyuan, who are old yet young at heart. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers to DrumZout 2011 :D&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/2159184715948801431-9082010313397795289?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/9082010313397795289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=9082010313397795289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/9082010313397795289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/9082010313397795289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2011/07/drumzout-2011.html' title='DrumZout 2011!'/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bu9zBbB_-No/Tg7GwePsYpI/AAAAAAAAAYg/q3jOlake5KI/s72-c/drumzout%2Bcamp1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-4713019047821846740</id><published>2011-06-27T16:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T16:55:35.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All the news about Nicholas Tse and Cecilia Cheung are over the newspapers recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of saddening to see all these. A really loving couple in the past, and currently reduced to such a situation whereby both parties are shooting each other and listing out each other's misdeeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And their two boys are SO adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life. There are people coming together, there will be people moving apart. Which reminds me of DrumZout 2011. Will blog about it another day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159184715948801431-4713019047821846740?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4713019047821846740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=4713019047821846740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/4713019047821846740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/4713019047821846740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2011/06/all-news-about-nicholas-tse-and-cecilia.html' title=''/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-390046615047442192</id><published>2011-06-19T22:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T23:28:27.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The life of a working adult.</title><content type='html'>The love emoticon beside the title is misleading. I do not love the working life in any sense. Okay, maybe not entirely true, at least I will have more income.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been wanting to update but haven't been having the time to do so. Let's continue on from the last post before doing a recap on the activities that has happened recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... decisions. Specialisation results are out and here I am, still thinking if I have made the right choice. And whether I should still appeal to the other specialisation. But I don't think I will. I believe for every decision I made, no matter how torn I am between the few choices, I've always considered carefully before coming to a conclusion. And if the choice I ever made is wrong, then it's up to me to make it right. Nonetheless, still one more day to think through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, 9 June, the day of results release! We had our first OG1 outing, which urm... attendance wasn't that good but nonetheless I did enjoy myself. Had dinner, camwhored at SOTA, and had Rochor Tauhuay before heading back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 June. Antonio's birthday cum drinking party! Met Chai after work to shop for Antonio's present. It's such a chore to shop for guys' present!! Then, as usual, Chai was late! I think the three of us are always late tsktsk. Settled for a tshirt that feels quite like Antonio's style, had a quick dinner, and we embarked on a long journey to Antonio's house. Gosh the pretty house again &amp;lt;3 I'd love to go there often if not for his dog, Nunu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The minute I reached, I dashed to the second floor because Nunu only moves around on the first level. So, if I am at the second, third, or fourth level, I can be VERY safe. But, the party is held at the living room downstairs and after much deliberation, I went down after Antonio shut Nunu out at the garden. The poor dog, but sorry. Everything else was fine except that it was a drinking party and hello~ I don't drink!! But well, on account of Antonio, me and Chai kinda drank quite a bit. Okay maybe it's little but it's a lot already for us! Shengda and Yankang drank quite a bit too, hahah and I heard Shengda gets drunk easily. Didn't get to witness it though sad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All was well and fine until a random moment, I looked down and saw Nunu staring at me right underneath my chair. SERIOUSLY! How did that dog find its way inside? I really shouldn't underestimate the fact that Nunu has been staying in that house for years. She can sneak in somewhere, somehow. Whatthefreak, she really scared the hell out of me and Antonio locked her in her basket/bed/whatever after that. A few more rounds of drinking and Ivan Ng came along for a while too. Cabbed home soon after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pity I couldn't make it to USS with Antonio and Chai!! And not being able to wish him happy birthday right on his birthday. Okay, that's pretty much a round-up to one of the more happening nights I had after work. I'm too lazy to blog about DZ parade. Less than a week to DrumZout, everyone hang in there! :D For the others, please come and support us okay!! Event starts at 4pm at Playspace @ Scape (behind Orchard Cineleisure &amp;amp; opposite Youth Park). GOT FREE GOODIE BAGS :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is pretty much a thought-provoking day. I had retail therapy too. Have been spending too much but pay is not gonna come in till maybe 2 weeks later! ):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159184715948801431-390046615047442192?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/390046615047442192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=390046615047442192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/390046615047442192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/390046615047442192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2011/06/life-of-working-adult.html' title='The life of a working adult.'/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-3330876471030902164</id><published>2011-06-11T15:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T16:21:26.312+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pcks_wfbDR0/TfMawgku-YI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/sIjuvy_yB_Q/s1600/which%2Bpath%2Bto%2Bchoose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 278px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616862580941191554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pcks_wfbDR0/TfMawgku-YI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/sIjuvy_yB_Q/s400/which%2Bpath%2Bto%2Bchoose.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hate making decisions. And now I'm once again stuck between ACS and B&amp;amp;F and with one more day left to decide, I'm pretty much torn. This sucks. I hate how my parents are rather strict with me about everything else, and yet they give me close to 100% freedom when it comes to my studies. What secondary school to choose, which JC to go for, which university, what course, and the most pressing issue of all now... what specialisation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember applying for all three universities before that, but rejected NUS and SMU scholarship and admission interviews because I do not want to be stuck in a position whereby for instance, I am given a space in NBS and yet a scholarship in SMU. So, do I go for money or what? And I remember the reason why I wanted to come into NBS so much was 1) Tourism. Then I changed my mind, it became 2) Marketing. After a horrible holiday job experience, I then decided on 3) Actuarial Science. And that was the reason why I had to take AB106, and had it pulling down my first sem's GPA and I actually never regretted it, because I wanted ACS, and if I want ACS, I need to take AB106.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, after one year with only ACS in mind, like at this very last minute (these few weeks), I've wavered and swayed towards B&amp;amp;F. Reason being I am afraid I cannot cope with the workload. Now, it is the question of interest V.S. capability. I think I've been pretty lucky all along. With my half-hearted attitude towards studies nowadays, I can say I'm pretty blessed for this semester that my last two weeks of mad chionging results in satisfactory grades (at least Degree Audit said so). And I definitely do have to understand that I am someone who develops interest in whatever I can excel in, and that my interest for something only continues if I prove to be able to excel in it. So, if ACS grades demoralizes me, I know I'm pretty much dead because it will only demotivate me further. Now, that is based on the assumption that ACS is easier to score rather than B&amp;amp;F. True or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4nb2NhWnCZU/TfMawUdD7cI/AAAAAAAAAYI/jA4lvHY7UR8/s1600/where%2Bwill%2Bi%2Bbe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 276px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616862577687784898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4nb2NhWnCZU/TfMawUdD7cI/AAAAAAAAAYI/jA4lvHY7UR8/s400/where%2Bwill%2Bi%2Bbe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I really wish I have a clear goal in mind, clear career path mapped out mentally already, and then I would have a direction to work towards. I would know where I want to be in, what I want to do, and it will all flow naturally and this blog post would not even be necessary as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But life is as much, and I have always been so indecisive. It isn't that bad actually, it gives me more option to ponder about, rather than people who striked off options from their list before even considering them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, what makes it so bad now is that ACS and B&amp;amp;F are pretty much competitive in the sense that a lot of people are going for B&amp;amp;F and although relatively little people go for ACS, the vacancies are little as well, so you know, low demand, low supply, it's also pretty bad. And since my stats grade &amp;gt; FM grade, I don't know if I will stand a lower chance if I put B&amp;amp;F first, and if I don't get in, it's quite hard to get into ACS with it being the second option and tada~ I'm dead, I don't want anything else, and I probably will drop my degree. But if I put ACS first, and you know ACS has pretty high requirements and my grades arent fantastic and if I don't get in, I don't think I can go into B&amp;amp;F because it's so so competitive, so once again, I don't get either too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I will go for a run soon, hope that I can come to a decision when my mind is not as saturated!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159184715948801431-3330876471030902164?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3330876471030902164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=3330876471030902164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/3330876471030902164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/3330876471030902164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2011/06/decisions.html' title='Decisions.'/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pcks_wfbDR0/TfMawgku-YI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/sIjuvy_yB_Q/s72-c/which%2Bpath%2Bto%2Bchoose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-285159090993450176</id><published>2011-06-05T21:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T23:23:06.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I tell you, working admin is really boring! 35 more working days to end of work, and 25 more days to pay day! :D So many pretty clothes around but why not much sales huh isn't it the GSS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently feeling really grumpy because I'm still so tired. Came back from CAC Seniors' Camp 2 today morning! Went over to school at 2pm or so and then after some orientation, we began with mass dance. Wahhh getting more and more uncomfortable with strangers nowadays. I seriously doubt that I used to socialise so much before. Anyways, GLs are once again always called upon to lead the group with some games and cheers. I need to go think of what cheers and games for FOC soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mass dance was taught by Peisi. HAHAH aww she's so cute (: Except that she called out my name TWICE through the mike 'cause I was stoning! So embarrassing luh, even though I doubt many knew who she was calling out to. Yeah yeah! HAHAH. Oh oh this kinda reminds me of my IT mates hahah. Weilun and Wanpeng kept 'yeah yeah'-ing to each other, some internal jokes I guess and their bickerings. Shortly after dinner was amazing race. I think I really need to go train up and run. While exercising and shedding off some fats, I can build up my stamina for the amazing race for FOC. Imagine my freshies have to wait for me 'cause I cannot catch up with them then how! LOLLLL came back to school and it was fright night or rather adventure walk as they claim it to be. Hahah I think Kaijie demoralized the programmers and Michelle really don't know what to do with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officially broke camp earlier than expected. But still, it's 2am and cabbing home is gonna take at least 20plus bucks with the midnight surcharge. Sucks sucks sucks. So being the stingy person I am, and refusing to pay the cab fare, I can only wait until the first bus comes. Went for supper with OG1 plus others. After supper, I wanted to go to the lounge and sleep one okay, all say won't stop me from sleeping and in the end, I still got pulled along for some other adventures lol. Then there was Taboo on ZQ's car so we played that all the way till 7am. But we were all pretty shagged and a lot of nonsense luh, hahah for instance 'My pony lies over the ocean' and 'the opposite of Jianbin' and 'fullstop the friend' wahhh really laugh until cannot take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am very very tired now still. Despite having slept 6 hours after I came home at 8am till 2/3pm, and then slept for two hours again in the evening. Will go sleep now, dragging my tired body to work tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;你说我傻，傻在爱上只懂爱自己的人。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;我说你傻，傻在爱她你的眼睛骗不了人。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;我们都傻，傻在为一段没有未来的爱情付出。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;还在期待会有奇迹出现。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159184715948801431-285159090993450176?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/285159090993450176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=285159090993450176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/285159090993450176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/285159090993450176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-tell-you-working-admin-is-really.html' title=''/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-3051312174212740224</id><published>2011-06-01T22:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T22:18:13.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another month.</title><content type='html'>It's yet another new month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the stress and information cramming and serious mugging and examinations and whatever not in the month of May. With June, it spells fun, laughter and joy. (It better be!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today marks my first day of work. Swift eh, yesterday I was talking about no money and today I am already working. Did not really have a choice, boss says immediate means immediate. Fine, you're the boss and you're paying me LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times have I expressed my hatred for admin jobs, but still ended up in admin every other time? This time round, this is a really small setup. Just imagine this, 3 people stuck in a small office. Yes, 3 including me can. This is totally a sole proprietorship luh, on the surface that is, I think the office is small but the operations are quite large. I TELL YOU, ADMIN IS A REAL BORE. But for money, I will endure. Countdown : 37 days to end of work, 29 days to payday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always have this dilemma, about everything actually. Just think, you are desperate for something (okay maybe not desperate but still), you are offered something, you take it. Next moment, you are offered something even better but you cannot accept it already. This applies to clothes, jobs anything seriously. Life huh, is so funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think being employed for this 1.5 months will at least make me mentally and physically occupied. My brain will have something better to do at least, although how much better can admin be right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159184715948801431-3051312174212740224?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3051312174212740224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=3051312174212740224' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/3051312174212740224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/3051312174212740224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2011/06/another-month.html' title='Another month.'/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-432825473611644163</id><published>2011-05-31T12:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T12:03:49.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIZHU NEEDS MONEY.</title><content type='html'>LIZHU NEEDS MONEY BUT DOES NOT FEEL LIKE WORKING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone please teach me that there's no free lunch in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So doesn't feel like working leh. Would rather slack through this holidays. But I can see that my mum is pretty much wanting me to find a job soon so that I can help her pay off a teeny weeny bit of my uni fees. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up at 10plus am everyday and slacking the whole day is pretty good too huh. Exercise and diet plan has gone seriously wrong though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've urm... 3 buffets coming up in urm... 1-2 weeks' time. :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And blogshops should stop releasing pretty clothes. My bank account is depleting fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159184715948801431-432825473611644163?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/432825473611644163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=432825473611644163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/432825473611644163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/432825473611644163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2011/05/lizhu-needs-money.html' title='LIZHU NEEDS MONEY.'/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-3110771454639735987</id><published>2011-05-26T14:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T15:20:15.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life is an irony. When I was having exams, anything and everything can get me hooked on. Blogs, songs, MVs, dramas, Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr. When I have all the time in the world now, nothing interests me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been feeling well since last Saturday. Flu, cough, fever, sore throat, headache. I think lazing around too much also will be sick leh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jobless. Still not too sure if I like it this way or not. Two and a half months is more than enough to bore me. Then again, I should treasure the opportunity to rest right? Once school term begins, I'm caught in the rat race again, only forward, no stopping or worse, backwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehhhhh last holidays was way better! I propose 4 1-month holidays can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does not even feel like updating blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've been thinking a lot. That's what happens when you have too much time on your hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, new drama - 醉后决定爱上你. Name sounds like 命中注定我爱你 right? It's the same director too, and the plot is kind of similar too. Except that I would prefer Ethan Ruan over Joseph Chang, similarly Joe Chen rather than Rainie Yang. But overall, it's a bad decision to start watching it before it's aired finish. I'm already at Ep.3 and only 5 eps have been aired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;如果心里还存着不甘心，就代表还没有到放弃的时候。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should finish watching 'My girlfriend is a gumiho' and 'Secret garden' first. And I cannot find any other avenues to watch WGM2 ): I'm only at like ep14 of Yongseo couple even though they stopped already. And please, I think I only watch 2 eps of Khuntoria couple. And I haven't even finished Jokwon and GaIn gosh. I heard Running Men or whatever that is is pretty funny too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I shall go run today. Exercise and diet plan all gone wrong. And yes yes, will cut my hair soon. I cannot stand it too. I can't even bear to look at it. All frizzy and broomy and whatever not. Maybe I should just snip it off now rather than wait till July.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159184715948801431-3110771454639735987?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3110771454639735987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=3110771454639735987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/3110771454639735987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/3110771454639735987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2011/05/life-is-irony.html' title=''/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-7430957736637119663</id><published>2011-05-22T12:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T12:48:57.609+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom.</title><content type='html'>Freedom smells so nice. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a few days after the last paper. I would say, this time round, exams have been horrigible. Seriously. Why I tio all the cheem cheem hard hard papers?! Demoralising and hopes are pretty much dashed. But whatever, it's time to enjoy right until 9th June. Dreading dreading dreading. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this time round, exams made me realise one thing - that I'm not a Facebook addict. :P Nor any social media addict. Hehh I can actually really refrain myself from using it. But the concentration part really needs more improvement ahh. Seriously, like during exams I can also zone out and look around at people rushing through their papers. No wonder I can only finish the paper SECONDS before the 'stop writing, put your pens down'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn random but did I mention before that I love my Tumblr account? I like Tumblr, like no words eh, just pictures, but those pictures speak a thousand words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have been catching up with korean dramas yay :D But a bit bored with being a 宅女 LOL. GSS is coming = I need money = I need a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exercise plan not working leh. Haven't been running for the consecutive 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watami again, opps, with Antonio and Chai. Finally finalised our holiday dates! But venue yet to be confirmed. Bangkok ): Why you elections now!! So it's either KL or Bali or Shenzhen. I think Bali is a good choice. (: Have always heard about how awesome it is, but haven't had the chance to really experience it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was dinner and chillax session with Jianb Huip and Rubin. A night of risk, investments talks gosh gosh hahah feel so mature and bak chor mee. Seriously, Jianb = 第一cui 男. Jianb I know you will read this someday. Better correct your cui-ness away seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I am confused and I cannot understand why things are going this way round. Bewildered = washing my hands off it liao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159184715948801431-7430957736637119663?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7430957736637119663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=7430957736637119663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/7430957736637119663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/7430957736637119663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2011/05/freedom.html' title='Freedom.'/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-7142986156030264589</id><published>2011-05-15T00:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T00:11:27.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>5 more days to freedom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why am I still so distracted? ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acc and bizlaw go go go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shucks how come suddenly it seems like I've a lot of things to do even after exams?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159184715948801431-7142986156030264589?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7142986156030264589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=7142986156030264589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/7142986156030264589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/7142986156030264589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2011/05/5-more-days-to-freedom-but-why-am-i.html' title=''/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-1523150334537050890</id><published>2011-05-08T15:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T16:09:43.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elections.</title><content type='html'>I haven't been paying so much attention to the elections before and it's a pity elections is during exam period if not I could have gone down to watch the rallies etc. Nevertheless, I stayed up till 3am yesterday to hear the release of results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am utterly upset that Mr. George Yeo lost. I wouldn't say that WP isn't good but I think it's a pity that when two strong teams come together, one team has to be sacrificed. Shldn't we have the best for the country?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while two no-good teams battle it out, and we've to choose the better one out of two no-good teams despite knowing they are no good. Seriously, I don't think I've ever seen my MP around in the district and he claims that he has done visiting to EVERY SINGLE BLOCK. Neither have I seen any improvements in my district. Oh yeah repainting the flats into an even uglier colour, yes. Oh yeah by the way it either means your face cannot leave a deep impression on me or you're lying to me about the visiting part. Worse still, looking at the other party contesting, please luh, I don't even remember his name and his face is even more unfamiliar and all I get from him is just one letter telling us we need to vote for him by telling us why the other party is not good instead of saying why he is good. So, since I cannot vote, I feel lucky. Imagine I've to make a decision to choose between two no-good ones gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I actually violating any Singapore law by saying all these? Certainly hope not. I didn't name names anyway what. Sorry, just had to vent this out before I go crazy. Now it's back to revision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh my lips are cracking zzz. It's bleeding freak. And I'm so easily irritated today because I've to step out of my house to buy pens zzz. Seriously, I've stepped out of home for 1 week plus already my gosh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159184715948801431-1523150334537050890?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1523150334537050890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=1523150334537050890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/1523150334537050890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/1523150334537050890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2011/05/elections.html' title='Elections.'/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-8249575718851651592</id><published>2011-05-07T12:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T12:46:41.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>12 days to freedom!</title><content type='html'>This has been undoubtedly one of the draggiest period. Seriously, exam periods are zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice, did I just waste my whole afternoon observing people walking in and out of the voting centre?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so amazed at how interested I am in politics these days. Must be due to the OP1 for AB114 LOLLL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will do a long and good update after my exams. Till then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Those who are reading this ahhh. Please go mug hard!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159184715948801431-8249575718851651592?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8249575718851651592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=8249575718851651592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/8249575718851651592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/8249575718851651592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2011/05/12-days-to-freedom.html' title='12 days to freedom!'/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-3566137095559124798</id><published>2011-05-01T00:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T01:34:18.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worthwhile.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZuZBJFYXXE/TbxANMF8thI/AAAAAAAAAX8/eMjrEBwC08c/s1600/even%2Bmiracles%2Btake%2Btime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 253px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601422631870707218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZuZBJFYXXE/TbxANMF8thI/AAAAAAAAAX8/eMjrEBwC08c/s400/even%2Bmiracles%2Btake%2Btime.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I made a promise to myself, that I will cut off all connections with all social networking sites etc (except checking my emails and edventure) and fully concentrate on my mugging. Thus, I just had my last day of enjoyment with DrumZout people by celebrating Lixuan's and Melissa's birthdays together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was at Watami, yays love love Watami! (: The Special Set for 2 is crazy, there're just TOO MANY FOOD. Even though we had 3 person eating it it's still damn filling! Watami made me miss my ABCD clique. And it's pathetic how we can only meet up once every 6 months?! But holidays are coming which means more meetups right? (: Back to DrumZout, I feel that we get closer and closer everytime we see each other, so awesome seriously. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, I'm not deactivating my Facebook. Nor Twitter. Nor Tumblr. Nor Blogger. Self-discipline. But if after a day or two, it doesn't seem to work, I'll disappear from these sites for the rest of the few weeks. Really, it's time to focus. Even miracles take a little time. I certainly hope 9 days are enough time to create a miracle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't motivational level go together with expectations for me? I tell you, it's FREAKING HARD to be someone who expects much out of herself, and someone who isn't motivated to do that much. It's like I've got a split personality or something and my mind and my body are always contradicting each other. Success does not come easy, if I am ever successful, if I ever define GPA to be a success, which I kind of do, at least for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to expect after exams: (In no order of preference)&lt;br /&gt;- No more studying!&lt;br /&gt;- Shopping trips with many many people!&lt;br /&gt;- Meetups with my favourite people!&lt;br /&gt;- XLB buffet with AA101 groupmates!&lt;br /&gt;- GWEN HWARNG AND SHARIFAH SANIAH WILL BE BACK!!&lt;br /&gt;- Awesome DZ finals!&lt;br /&gt;- FOC Seniors Camp 2 and Ingenium camp!&lt;br /&gt;- BKK trip please please please pretty please!!&lt;br /&gt;- K-dramas awaiting me!&lt;br /&gt;- Some hopefully memorable internship opp/holiday job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although this semester has been so hard to survive because every single module is so tough, but I'm truly blessed to have met a bunch of lovely friends. (: All the tutorials and seminars have been survivable and in fact, enjoyable, because of your presence. And I truly am thankful and appreciative of everything. It's like so rare that being a floater and having different groups of friends in different classes, I can still make awesome friends whom I can talk to before and after class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then. 9 days to my first paper, 19 days to freedom! Everything will be worthwhile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159184715948801431-3566137095559124798?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3566137095559124798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=3566137095559124798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/3566137095559124798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/3566137095559124798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2011/05/worthwhile.html' title='Worthwhile.'/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZuZBJFYXXE/TbxANMF8thI/AAAAAAAAAX8/eMjrEBwC08c/s72-c/even%2Bmiracles%2Btake%2Btime.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-9206648766509883930</id><published>2011-04-28T00:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T00:22:08.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second chances</title><content type='html'>In life, there is always second chances, that's why there is always tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like I really have a couple of second chances recently. And second chances are what that will either help me make things right, or end things right. It better be the former.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second chances give me hope. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159184715948801431-9206648766509883930?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/9206648766509883930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=9206648766509883930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/9206648766509883930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/9206648766509883930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2011/04/second-chances.html' title='Second chances'/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-1832586055864310871</id><published>2011-04-24T17:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T17:30:22.078+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLING BLING!</title><content type='html'>Oooh the crazy week just zoomed past. Last week of school next week yayy!! (: But did I mention that I still have 1 project due, 1 presentation and 1 quiz before school ends?! It's vegee-taa-ble horrigible. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really slacked through my holiday/ extended holidays. Have not done a SINGLE thing honestly, except my small little part for IT project. Omg really want to get that done and over with, but wtfreak it's 15% mind you. No joke eh. Upset, why is my life so pathetically sad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On hindsight, yesterday was pretty happening because of Yuewen's BLING BLING 21st birthday party. (: I went over in my maxi skirt yayyyyyy. Second time I wore it out, and the more I wear it, the more I love it. :D I was kind of afraid to be overdressed but looking at the rest of DZ girls, actually I'm pretty normal whattt hehh. HAPPY BIRTHDAY YUEWEN IN ADVANCE! :D Next week, there's still Melissa and Lixuan's celebrations to look forward to! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really cannot stand my long frizzy irritatingly explosive messy dry dull boring hair already. Seriously, last warning liao!! It's freaking warmmmmmmmmm and when I sweat, the hair sticks to my face and my pimples outbreak occur again. And the cycle begins all over again when the pimples subside. Last warning seriously. But don't worry, not gonna give anyone a shock of their hell by cutting 2/3 of my hair away all of a sudden. I will E.N.D.U.R.E. till the holidays. Patience is a virtue yeah. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yCCKGq1oBM8/TbPqFa3_wfI/AAAAAAAAAX0/LA6A4K51T4Y/s1600/short%2Bhair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 188px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 230px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599076140586090994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yCCKGq1oBM8/TbPqFa3_wfI/AAAAAAAAAX0/LA6A4K51T4Y/s400/short%2Bhair.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty hair! I wish my short hair will look that nice. I wish, but due to the nature of my boring dull frizzy curly whatever not hair, I really really doubt it can be. Nonetheless, worth a try. It will be totally totally totally different from my style currently. But I guess it's time for a change?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's about it. I need to do my comm funds seriously. It's freaking hell 30%.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159184715948801431-1832586055864310871?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1832586055864310871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=1832586055864310871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/1832586055864310871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/1832586055864310871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2011/04/bling-bling.html' title='BLING BLING!'/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yCCKGq1oBM8/TbPqFa3_wfI/AAAAAAAAAX0/LA6A4K51T4Y/s72-c/short%2Bhair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-1996858345291728014</id><published>2011-04-19T10:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T10:37:40.075+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Self-control/self-discipline doesn't go along well with me. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this drags on, I am really gonna deactivate Facebook!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it doesn't help that Yanlu has to comment on my FB status which makes me want to see his reply everytime I replied back. (: Hehhhh opps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot stop looking at the photos I took with my malay dance peeps, I miss them so much. (: And not to mention that I finally have a proper photo with TK, okay luh I admit I'm secretly very happy. (And I know he will read this someday.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm definitely going to cut my hair short. How short, that's the thing. Much as I love its length (it's at my waist level already!!) and its waves, but it's so not manageable, and once the wind blows, it's a disaster already. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I need to go back to study for FM. Byebye world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159184715948801431-1996858345291728014?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1996858345291728014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=1996858345291728014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/1996858345291728014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/1996858345291728014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2011/04/self-controlself-discipline-doesnt-go.html' title=''/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-5650994302747140216</id><published>2011-04-16T21:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T21:29:03.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little break.</title><content type='html'>Okay, as the title suggests, I'm taking a break. Difference: It's actually not a little break. It's a long break opps.&lt;BR&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This week has been crazy with NJMD SYF. I felt like I was all involved again and I love how my juniors are ever so excited to see me (with Alison as exception LOLL and Nguyen Thanh Phong, why does he not want to take photo with me ): even though I forced him to and he smiled in the photo heheh). I miss you people, A LOT! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I had Koi, ate stingray and whatever not for dinner, had Island Cremery and am still ultra full now. I know I will regret not spending the time on other things like my IT proj and studying, but but but... As I was on the 961 bus ride home, it suddenly dawned on me that I've been stuck in this mad rush and there's this strong force that keeps pushing me forward, and forward, and forward. And I haven't had the slightest time to catch up with people I really want to catch up with. At every bus stop, my mind went back to 2 years ago, and I remembered every single person that would come up the bus at every single stop, and at that moment, I wish they would. Even though I may not know them personally, even though I may not have many things in common with them. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we should all learn to have a more balanced life. RIGHT, AFTER I GET IT DIGITAL WORLD, ACC PRESENTATION, FM QUIZ, ACC QUIZ OUT OF MY MIND FIRST. By then, it's only 10 days left to exams?! Freak, I am so dead. I'm trying very very hard to abstain from Facebook and Twitter, and I've succeeded a teeny weeny bit. And yes, did I mention that I'm so gonna score in all the above four mentioned quizzes/presentations/projects? I have to, and I will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159184715948801431-5650994302747140216?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5650994302747140216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=5650994302747140216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/5650994302747140216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/5650994302747140216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2011/04/little-break.html' title='A little break.'/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-3692580859360776637</id><published>2011-04-14T23:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T00:36:22.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SYF 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6Ux83HLWCmE/Tacen7vp7HI/AAAAAAAAAXs/6JLt-_ose9Y/s1600/MD%2Blove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595474733432433778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6Ux83HLWCmE/Tacen7vp7HI/AAAAAAAAAXs/6JLt-_ose9Y/s400/MD%2Blove.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yqkXKCwiVKU/TaceeiGteDI/AAAAAAAAAXk/cVIH1lNe0RA/s1600/MD%2Blove.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A picture paints a thousand words. Basically, this summarises up my love for NJMD. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So much so that I actually cabbed down to NUS UCC to watch their awesome performance, and after that, cabbed back to NTU for FM lessons. It was so crazy, hahah but I did it anyway. On Tuesday, I went down to support and followed them back to NJ. All the memories came gushing back. I honestly didn't want to leave, even though I'm leaving for DZ meeting, which is yet another group of people I love to be with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think I know half the people in the group now, but that doesn't change the fact that I love NJMD. "Being together doesn't mean we can't be one." My favourite quote. (: Anyway, I went around hugging all those juniors even though I didn't know some of them too. Because ultimately, we share the same thing - our love for NJMD. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Couldn't emphasize further why NJMD is such an integral part of me. Anyway, I rushed back for FM but I couldn't really concentrate because before the results were released, I was thinking about the results. And during the break, I called Lissya and I happened to hear the 'live' announcement of the results over the phone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been SO SO SO LONG since my heartbeat was that fast. Seriously!! The last time was probably SYF 2009, although it was made worse because I am the one performing and I was there at the time results were being announced. But that doesn't mean it made today's announcement of results any easier. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I heard "Item no. 87, National Junior College: Gold with Honours" OMGGG I SERIOUSLY STARTED SHRIEKED INTO THE PHONE, WITH A COUPLE OTHER PEOPLE BESIDE ME :/ Cannot cannot cannot contain my excitement. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just one thing to say to my juniors: You made me proud! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159184715948801431-3692580859360776637?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3692580859360776637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=3692580859360776637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/3692580859360776637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/3692580859360776637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2011/04/syf-2011.html' title='SYF 2011'/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6Ux83HLWCmE/Tacen7vp7HI/AAAAAAAAAXs/6JLt-_ose9Y/s72-c/MD%2Blove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-6557433037070423816</id><published>2011-04-10T13:18:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T14:25:41.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance!</title><content type='html'>The first thought I had after watching JDC yesterday was that I MISS DANCE! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hr-ttW0oNzQ/TaFFXXeLKmI/AAAAAAAAAXc/LTnU_ecm_8Y/s1600/MD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593828479910750818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hr-ttW0oNzQ/TaFFXXeLKmI/AAAAAAAAAXc/LTnU_ecm_8Y/s320/MD.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Took us quite a while before we managed to form a nice 'MD' which stands for Malay Dance after we came back from SYF 2009. I miss SYF, all the memories gushing back again, especially when two days later, it's gonna be MD's SYF again! For those who didn't know, I was in NJC Malay Dance, the most awesome CCA and family you can ever find, seriously. I still don't get how people of different nationalities and different ethnicities can get together so harmoniously, but we just did. Despite graduating for close to 1.5 years already, there is a fact that will never change: My love for NJMD. &amp;lt;3 &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xYVb__cq5Rc/TaFFWz3yx-I/AAAAAAAAAXU/mRQzRYMUi4E/s1600/960510209111_0_BG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593828470354528226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xYVb__cq5Rc/TaFFWz3yx-I/AAAAAAAAAXU/mRQzRYMUi4E/s320/960510209111_0_BG.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My first dance performance after I get into NJMD. Aristal 2008! Performed in two dances that event, this is our awesome basket dance! I remember struggling with the huge baskets but it was a really fun dance because the music is so cheeky, the dance is so cute and funny. I miss everyone!! (: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GqR8zGznc2I/TaFFWcYYKPI/AAAAAAAAAXM/K2jPJ9lUzzI/s1600/112342209111_0_BG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593828464048744690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GqR8zGznc2I/TaFFWcYYKPI/AAAAAAAAAXM/K2jPJ9lUzzI/s320/112342209111_0_BG.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My second dance performance for that event, umbrella dance! The first kind of traditional graceful dance that was something not quite NJMD's style. Not easy to bring out that feminine side of us LOL, since all along, we were going along with the contemporary style. Definitely a venture out of our comfort zone, but also a dance that got many praises from the audience for our courage!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pI0q_Br26Pg/TaFFWZreFRI/AAAAAAAAAXE/8eK3ZJIjdAw/s1600/camp1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593828463323518226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pI0q_Br26Pg/TaFFWZreFRI/AAAAAAAAAXE/8eK3ZJIjdAw/s320/camp1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am following closely to the timeline LOL. This was sometime in March 2009, MD camp! Definitely something etched in my mind till now. The EXCO spent a lot of time trying to plan this, and definitely it did help to bond the group together, and boost our morale right before our big event, SYF 2009! Heh our fright night was such a failure, at least for our station. I remember Saniah and I getting scared by Kurt instead!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7peg2o--K9g/TaFFWB40sYI/AAAAAAAAAW8/tGOpeuQycAU/s1600/dance%2Bprac%2B31-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593828456937075074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7peg2o--K9g/TaFFWB40sYI/AAAAAAAAAW8/tGOpeuQycAU/s320/dance%2Bprac%2B31-01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the usual dance trainings at Old PA @ Kallang. My favourite training place! Awesome seniors came back to visit. I love how we always have food ready for us whenever trainings end. The muffins and sandwiches that Mrs Tan bakes, and the curry puffs and breads and all the finger food that Ms Khoo and Mrs J bought. Gosh they spent a bomb aftertime there's a training. I miss how they showered us with love and concern always!! Best teachers-in-charge EVER!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ajj7WzvbCmk/TaFEagW2JGI/AAAAAAAAAW0/KOGC3Vp5Zdc/s1600/looking%2Bat%2Bsmth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593827434323911778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ajj7WzvbCmk/TaFEagW2JGI/AAAAAAAAAW0/KOGC3Vp5Zdc/s320/looking%2Bat%2Bsmth.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A performance for CNY 2009! Sarong dance, one of my favourite dance because it is so beautiful!!! Costumes and sarongs are damn pretty and the steps are damn awesome, so is the music played by Angklung! :D I still have the music in my phone and I still remember the steps. Once in a while, I still dance along with the music to reminisce a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x5JjmafeiLQ/TaFEaSN--CI/AAAAAAAAAWs/JdzM_fbBpUM/s1600/sarong%2540ccafair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593827430528645154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x5JjmafeiLQ/TaFEaSN--CI/AAAAAAAAAWs/JdzM_fbBpUM/s320/sarong%2540ccafair.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The same sarong dance, but performed at CCA carnival 2009. Okay terrible makeup this time round because we were only peforming in front of our booth. (Did we even put makeup that time?) It was fun though. I love how NJMD always managed to complete the dance despite space constraints.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H7hko3VhCqE/TaFEaLtxiBI/AAAAAAAAAWk/x9SH1Szbhc4/s1600/cca%2Broom%2Bcleaning4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593827428782934034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H7hko3VhCqE/TaFEaLtxiBI/AAAAAAAAAWk/x9SH1Szbhc4/s320/cca%2Broom%2Bcleaning4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;CCA room cleanup before SYF 2009. Heh followed by plate painting sessions if I'm not wrong. I miss our SYF piece, the most awesome plate dance!! I think the whole group broke at least 50 plates while trying to master this dance. Dancing with plates on hand for at least 3-4mins, backrolling with it, rolling with it, throwing the plates and catching it again, all the stunts we do with the plates. It's a total breakthrough for us and definitely, the most challenging but the most rewarding dance I ever did. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y-yjTnEFNVM/TaFEaFP3wJI/AAAAAAAAAWc/lfVeRIPKcSc/s1600/seniors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593827427046899858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y-yjTnEFNVM/TaFEaFP3wJI/AAAAAAAAAWc/lfVeRIPKcSc/s320/seniors.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Us senior girls with Kurt, hahah during our last performance at SISC opening before we stepped down. Life was so terrible after stepping down from dance!! I MISS YOU GIRLS!! COME BACK SOON SANIAH AND GWEN! AND MEET UP AFTER OUR EXAMS!! @ JOYCELYN, HUIWEI, HAZI, LISSYA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B3ZDtGVA7os/TaFEZ_TmK4I/AAAAAAAAAWU/9GLgfLg2ioc/s1600/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593827425451912066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B3ZDtGVA7os/TaFEZ_TmK4I/AAAAAAAAAWU/9GLgfLg2ioc/s320/love.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The heart that we formed. One lovely family, during our IP team's SYF. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1pUx8oeVtM8/TaFDms0hAcI/AAAAAAAAAWM/7FTTH6eNWwM/s1600/aristal%2B2010_2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593826544316383682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1pUx8oeVtM8/TaFDms0hAcI/AAAAAAAAAWM/7FTTH6eNWwM/s320/aristal%2B2010_2.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But life did not stop there after I graduated. Last year, I went back to perform for Aristal. Heh us before we wear our whole costume. ALISON, WHY ARE YOU SO CUTE! HAHAH I MISS YOU! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ihN_oRzzoSM/TaFDmPJnBPI/AAAAAAAAAWE/KjXI2ZV4dk0/s1600/aristal%2B2010.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593826536351794418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ihN_oRzzoSM/TaFDmPJnBPI/AAAAAAAAAWE/KjXI2ZV4dk0/s320/aristal%2B2010.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A pity Saniah, Hazi, Huiwei couldn't come back to dance too. But at least 4 senior girls could make it for the trainings, practices, and the real thing. Really apologetic yet glad that Ms Khoo and Abang Zairin were really patient with us despite our absence during the practices due to work. I have like only attended about 5 practices and off I am to stage to perform. Definitely one of my most jittery performances since we were so ill-prepared. By the way, I miss your idiotic face Gwen Hwarng! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LnooNXSNX4o/TaFDVwa1U4I/AAAAAAAAAV8/1336KCdge0I/s1600/aristal%2B2010%2Bgroup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593826253224629122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LnooNXSNX4o/TaFDVwa1U4I/AAAAAAAAAV8/1336KCdge0I/s320/aristal%2B2010%2Bgroup.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The group photo with our grandjuniors. Such a big group then and I think it has expanded even further now. So looking forward to SYF 2011, 2 more days to IP team!!! ALL THE WAY NJMD! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay that was a long recap of my whole dance journey. Definitely not the end yet. This year, I couldn't join for Aristal 2011 because they are using the SYF pieces which I am unsure of, and clashes with exams timing etc. But that doesn't mean I won't be back for Aristal 2012! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, linking back to JDC, I think I should join back dance again. I want to get back on stage again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2159184715948801431-6557433037070423816?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6557433037070423816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=6557433037070423816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/6557433037070423816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/6557433037070423816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2011/04/dance.html' title='Dance!'/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hr-ttW0oNzQ/TaFFXXeLKmI/AAAAAAAAAXc/LTnU_ecm_8Y/s72-c/MD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-8381017465503370207</id><published>2011-04-08T23:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T12:27:51.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This time, I will.</title><content type='html'>Just back home from a dinner with JC classmates as a mini celebration and sort of get-together thingy. So glad that despite everything, everyone is still more or less the same. (: I like this kind of familiar feeling. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comm funds 30% written communications tomorrow. Seriously, I don't know what to do. Read what? o.o Arghhhhh, my mum is seriously getting pissed off with how relaxed I am and she has been irritated with how often I am out, which I haven't what. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But come to think of it, maybe I do. I haven't been focusing on my studies seriously. It's always DrumZout, outings, project meetings that's all. I mean projects are of course of high percentage too but still!! The finals are way more important. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As such, I have made up my mind to STOP BEING ON FACEBOOK ALL DAY LONG! Gosh and I am really serious about this now already. No more joke eh, another month. And this semester is made worse because I have 5 modules and I am not doing well in any and mygosh. 2nd FM quiz is coming up!! I cannot afford to do badly again. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHASE ME OFFLINE IF YOU SEE ME ON FACEBOOK OKAY. THANK YOU, WILL BE ETERNALLY GRATEFUL TO YOU!! &lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that means less blog updates too! &lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN DO THIS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159184715948801431-8381017465503370207?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8381017465503370207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=8381017465503370207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/8381017465503370207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/8381017465503370207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2011/04/this-time-i-will.html' title='This time, I will.'/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-6151143333587404049</id><published>2011-04-05T12:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T12:52:48.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;你是否爱过 你爱他多过他爱你的人 你还记得吗？&lt;/center&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my Facebook is down for maintenance or whatever crap. Just don't delete all my stuff away zzz. Now I can go study properly because Facebook is down. Much as I hate to say it, maybe Facebook should go for maintenance more. o.o &lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekends have been eventful, but nonetheless, dreadful. Birthday celebration for Shaun and Pinglin with the 4H people. See, I've been attending 4H gatherings more often nowadays! I think sometimes, even a simple meal like this is enough to demonstrate how strong friendships can be. Something like 5 years after graduation already and meetups are still considered frequent, with chalets and holiday trips together. I think this says a lot.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Sunday, I've been in NTU since 10am to 1130pm for Impresario Finals 2011. Being the subcomm of Impresario, I honestly felt a bit guilty because I haven't exactly done much for Impresario but I'm nonetheless glad that it has been such a success! Was the makeup and media IC subcomm for the day, so while the competition starts at 7pm till 10plus pm I have nothing much to do. Stood with BX as the usher but my legs got tired LOL so at the interval, I decided to just sit down with Huiyi. First row was empty, supposedly reserved for us I guess, LOL so I just sat there and had a perfect view of everything. Aww YES 933 FM DJ Jiafa is damn cute!! Hehhh, finally got to see him in person. But haix, before I could snap a photo with him at the end of everything, he already went off. ): &lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay everything was fine until Lollipop F came out. Behind me was their group of fans. The screams were crazy seriously. It's loud and never-ending!! So anyway, I think I look like some attitude girl or something because I was sitting at the first row, with my arms folded, legs crossed because I am not their fan. Anyway, we have to be a little bit more professional afterall because we represent Impresario. But Huiyi was pretty excited too so I am like the odd one out. So I tried to blend in with the crowd behind and swayed to their music. As time passes, we get more worried lol because during their rehearsal earlier, I saw that they actually jumped down from the stage and went towards their fans. So hmm, the moment they came down, screams got even louder gosh and on top of that, we have to help block any fans who attempt to run out. Thank gawd they are all rather rational so nothing much happened. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my favourite Original Composition (OC) is 我的错. Favourite line is 命运在手中，却消失人群中. Okay, hahhah maybe I should take part in OC next year. MAYBE. I NEED SOMEONE WHO CAN COMPOSE A TUNE FOR ME THANKYOU, I ONLY CAN WRITE THE LYRICS. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whole thing ended so late and I missed my last train so had to cab home. ): With that, I would love to mention that kudos to my accounting group mates! :DDDDD They managed to finish up so much of the accounting project omgg I feel so guilty! :/ I will plan a XLB buffet soon okayyyy! (But not my treat luh of course.) &lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159184715948801431-6151143333587404049?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6151143333587404049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=6151143333587404049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/6151143333587404049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/6151143333587404049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2011/04/anyway-my-facebook-is-down-for.html' title=''/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-2415447310871110862</id><published>2011-04-02T23:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T23:50:53.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我在拼什么</title><content type='html'>Another crazy busy week ended. With acc project to rush, acc midterms to study for, comm funds 3min speech presentation, FM tutorial presentation, DrumZout meeting and a couple of tutorials to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kind of crazy schedule has been going on for the past few weeks. And I'm barely surviving through each week. Did badly for FM quiz. ): But groupmates have done pretty well! That pretty much means that I've been slacking too much. Nevermind, catch up catch up! And and, even though accounting midterms results aren't out, I'm sure I did badly too. I didn't even expect my balance sheet to balance in the first place because I didn't even practise. 15% and 20% are no joke, but somehow they aren't enough to motivate me to study. Hopefully, the bad results are a good enough wake-up call. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Approximately 4-5 weeks left to the start of examinations. Once again, I hate how I always set high goals, have high expectations and yet do not work towards it. Success does not drop down from the sky. And knowledge does not flow into my head by gravity just because I put the file above my head and walk around like that. I really don't know what I'm working towards, and what is good enough to get me started on mugging. ): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Facebook is such a distraction. Maybe I should really de-activate my account. But that will mean I will have to do it to Twitter, Tumblr, Blogger too. But even if so, there's still Youtube and all the blogshops. Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DZ overnight cycling yesterday!! Looks fun, but a pity I can't go. ): I'd be a true blue dumbcyclist if I had gone. Hahah not too sure if it's a good thing :P If you don't know what is a dumbcyclist, please go and search for 'The Dumbcycle' on Facebook LOL. Free advertisement :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, basically I've nothing much to update. I have a really sad life now. Only thing to look forward to is SYF 2011! GO NJC MALAY DANCE :DDD Am upset that I won't be there to support JC team on Thursday but I'm definitely going to watch my IP team (even though I know practically none of them already)! Zapin! :D Have been rewatching the dance videos recently and replaying SYF 2009 music and Aristal 2010 music and my Sarong Dance music. I ought to pass down the sarong dance please, it's one of the most beautiful dance and dancing with the sarong is damn awesome! Of course I miss our plate dance and the rollings :P All the bruises on the shoulders and the knees and the hips. Gosh and 216 rolls on one Thursday morning just to perfect our rollings. And our backrolls too! I don't think I can do a backroll now. My flexibility is like crap now. My fitness too. I don't think I can finish our plate dance properly now. I can't turn for goodness sake, I can't jump that high already. I can't backroll and I think I will drop all my plates if I were to dance again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to my next point that my dad has mentioned not once, but TWICE, that I'm getting fat. What?!!?! I need my exercise soon haix. And my mum has stopped complaining that I ate too little, which means I'm eating too much now haix.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159184715948801431-2415447310871110862?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2415447310871110862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=2415447310871110862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/2415447310871110862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/2415447310871110862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html' title='我在拼什么'/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-3325094007930971738</id><published>2011-03-27T23:33:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T00:13:46.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The one last time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zt4o_SCH25g/TY9bJxumPDI/AAAAAAAAAUs/y9Rr3Dq6rW8/s1600/ppl%2Bwill%2Bhave%2Bsmth%2Bnegative%2Bto%2Bsay.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588785886115806258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zt4o_SCH25g/TY9bJxumPDI/AAAAAAAAAUs/y9Rr3Dq6rW8/s320/ppl%2Bwill%2Bhave%2Bsmth%2Bnegative%2Bto%2Bsay.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My exact sentiments. Why can't people differentiate between true concern and mere kaypoh? Either case, you would just assume what you are assuming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A particular incident upsetted me today. It made me doubt myself, whether it was me who was portraying the wrong image all along. And I think the fact that such a similar incident happened again means that I really do have to reflect on myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for the second time I'm telling someone straight, so I might as well make this known to all my friends who are reading this. If you think I would be the one who would spread whatever you tell me and that I was not trustworthy, please tell me STRAIGHT IN MY FACE. I absolutely dislike it if I get lied to. I think it would hurt a thousand times less if I was told straight in the face that I suck in keeping secrets etc than to be lied to. Because you show me that not only can I not be trusted, I also don't even deserve you being truthful to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rule of the thumb is: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Either you tell me the truth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) You tell me that this is none of my business, you don't want to let me know anything and that I should reflect on how trustworthy I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I need some emotions management course. I am always so affected like I exaggerated evcerything. But if the basis of any form of relationship isn't trust, then what's left?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Do not doubt. Give the benefit of the doubt". I did, and I honestly believed what you told me, for the whole one week, maybe it would have been nice if you could reciprocate it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159184715948801431-3325094007930971738?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3325094007930971738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=3325094007930971738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/3325094007930971738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/3325094007930971738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2011/03/one-last-time.html' title='The one last time.'/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zt4o_SCH25g/TY9bJxumPDI/AAAAAAAAAUs/y9Rr3Dq6rW8/s72-c/ppl%2Bwill%2Bhave%2Bsmth%2Bnegative%2Bto%2Bsay.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-7877353247665748342</id><published>2011-03-27T15:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T00:14:58.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>爱就对了</title><content type='html'>Sunday sunday sunday! And there's DrumZout BBQ later gosh gosh gosh. Yes you guessed it, I haven't studied for Acc midterms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And have I ever talked about my disgustingly horrible FM quiz. It was so freaking harddd. ): There goes my 15% arghhhh. Can only pull it up next time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to share that I suddenly realised this thing in university. When I was in ssch and JC, I don't understand why people used the word 'classmate' because I used 'classmates' and 'friends' interchangeably. Now I know why. In university, your tutorial mates are your tutorial mates. Your friends are your friends. It would be good if your friends can become your tutorial mates, but it's so unlikely that your tutorial mates will become your friend. At least not for a floater. And I believe I said it before, but I still think that it's so not meaningful that everyone come together for a class, laugh together when the teacher tried to make some jokes, leave the class, and never bother about each other once that semester ends. And there is such a clear distinction between tutorial mates and friends. Tutorial mates discuss about projects/work/assignment but friends talk about anything under the sun. Plus, I rarely have time to interact with my tutorial mates outside of class. It's only project meeting and project meeting. It feels so pathetic somehow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nonetheless, I'm glad for the tutorial mates/friends I've had this semester. Really nice and funny people. My accounting/bizlaw mates, IT mates, comm funds mates and FM mates. :DD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;爱是对的，错的是我们还没学会爱就急着爱人，而爱错人。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159184715948801431-7877353247665748342?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7877353247665748342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=7877353247665748342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/7877353247665748342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/7877353247665748342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post_27.html' title='爱就对了'/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-5272336871146145865</id><published>2011-03-24T21:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T21:33:19.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My non-existant holidays.</title><content type='html'>My recess week just flew past like that?! ): Ahhhh shucks, and the week after that which is this week luh, is nothing much better zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half my recess week was dedicated to DrumZout. Finally, the auditions are over. Quite a few issues cropped up but luckily everything went on fine. And for garang guni too. Was initially so so irritated/stressed that our manpower was so so so limited but we were really lucky enough to have sort of reached our target. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so that began my crazy week since I couldn't get much stuff done by the end of recess week. I had an official extension of recess week by skipping Monday's lectures opps :P Well for the sake of my 20% of the business law assignment, I have to. And I didn't have time to do this week's tutorial freak freak freak. How to catch up?! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And not to say that the FM quiz which I studied a few hours for 3 days was damn freaking hard! ): And what's with the -1 mark for wrong answer, damn, I hope I don't end up with a single digit. Well but 10/60 is damn terrible too. Can I at least pass the quiz? It's freaking 15% ): ): ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh this ought to teach me a lesson. No more falling asleep during FM classes and only studying a few days before the quiz. Shucks but 15% is too serious leh ): Upset upset upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, there's accounting midterms coming up next week. Do not repeat your mistake Lizhu! D: D: Ahhh sounds like a lot of things to do, with FM presentation next week too, and accounting project due soon. Not to mention I haven't done anything for my IT project and yes I'm neglecting biz mag stuff at DrumZout side too. ): Well at least the subcomm BBQ this sunday allows me to relax a bit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's an upcoming night cycling :P But I honestly don't think I can go goshhhh it's crazy luhhh! See the amount of stuff I've to do. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's quite a few 21st bday parties coming up :DDD Heh I like!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like watching Korean dramas gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel fat. I need to exercise goshhhhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159184715948801431-5272336871146145865?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5272336871146145865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=5272336871146145865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/5272336871146145865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/5272336871146145865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-non-existant-holidays.html' title='My non-existant holidays.'/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-3691611969339211660</id><published>2011-03-18T18:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T18:16:01.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bkXA2dQ_YHk/TYMwSpYchvI/AAAAAAAAAUk/vrIpjBrwRs8/s1600/stop%2Bwishing%2Band%2Bstart%2Bdoing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585361059773712114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bkXA2dQ_YHk/TYMwSpYchvI/AAAAAAAAAUk/vrIpjBrwRs8/s320/stop%2Bwishing%2Band%2Bstart%2Bdoing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to start doing my bizlaw assignment. I don't know how to get started zzz. This biz law assignment is seriously destroying all the interest I've developed for biz law this semester. Worse still, I DON'T HAVE ALL THE TIME IN THIS WORLD. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I should stop wishing for my A+ and start doing something about it instead, even though I'm sure I can no longer get my A+ for this assignment. Rahhhhh so irritated. Frustration is making me frustrated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159184715948801431-3691611969339211660?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3691611969339211660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=3691611969339211660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/3691611969339211660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/3691611969339211660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-want-to-start-doing-my-bizlaw.html' title=''/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bkXA2dQ_YHk/TYMwSpYchvI/AAAAAAAAAUk/vrIpjBrwRs8/s72-c/stop%2Bwishing%2Band%2Bstart%2Bdoing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-7557786556899685802</id><published>2011-03-16T10:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T10:46:52.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you have time for me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rgqQekmi4hs/TYAgC-j3COI/AAAAAAAAAUc/ZXJtPudnpdM/s1600/do%2Byou%2Bhave%2Btime%2Bfor%2Bme.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584498773464647906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rgqQekmi4hs/TYAgC-j3COI/AAAAAAAAAUc/ZXJtPudnpdM/s320/do%2Byou%2Bhave%2Btime%2Bfor%2Bme.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always thought that there is no such thing as no time, because if you want to spend time with someone, you would find time. And the above is so true. And now I feel really mean for not meeting up with my friends. And I really want to meet them. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Extracted from previous blogposts + some changes&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some things to look forward to:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Recess week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; 2) Movie with Lissya!!!!! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3) Meetup with Shiqi!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4) Shopping with Sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some things I'm dreading:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Acc midterms (20% gosh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Acc proj (15% gosh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) IT digital world proj (15% gosh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;4) Comm funds lessons. (Now I understand why last sem, everyone said comm funds is crap.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5) FM quiz (15% gosh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6) Biz law asg (20% gosh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;What the hell right, no more recess week zzz, no more movie with Lissya or meetup with Shiqi, but more stuff to do. That's excluding DrumZout events this weekend 'cause it's a love-hate relationship with it. Love it because it means spending more time with DZ peeps, but hate it because I'm too busy for it. Therefore, it cancels out and is not present in this unbalanced equation whereby things I'm dreading &gt; things I'm looking forward to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Complaints and rantings will continue until I start finishing up these assignments/revisions or when recess week is over, whichever comes first.&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/2159184715948801431-7557786556899685802?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7557786556899685802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=7557786556899685802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/7557786556899685802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/7557786556899685802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-always-thought-that-there-is-no-such.html' title='Do you have time for me?'/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rgqQekmi4hs/TYAgC-j3COI/AAAAAAAAAUc/ZXJtPudnpdM/s72-c/do%2Byou%2Bhave%2Btime%2Bfor%2Bme.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-4830152100971426554</id><published>2011-03-15T16:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T17:55:42.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>爱笑的眼睛</title><content type='html'>Have been really busy with a lot of things nowadays. Lots of assignments and projects and quizzes with each being at least 15% of my final grades, as well DrumZout stuff, auditions, canvassing, open house, meeting up with sponsors etc. There goes all my time seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was initially planning meetups with Shiqi, Lissya, Peng and shopping with Sister etc but I've too many things to do, too little time, plus being too slack, time is actually really tight for me now! Oh yeah and I have the time to continue blogging. :/ Grrrr, see why I'm so irritated with myself everyday? I have so many things to be done, and I aim to finish them by when and when, and it's never done. Social networks are such a disaster sheez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OK_HZh_su3A/TX8jeK0pVrI/AAAAAAAAAUM/cuJVeL6mAtI/s1600/do%2Bwhat%2Byou%2Bare%2Bhappy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584221064170919602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OK_HZh_su3A/TX8jeK0pVrI/AAAAAAAAAUM/cuJVeL6mAtI/s320/do%2Bwhat%2Byou%2Bare%2Bhappy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, just something I've realised last week. It's all about doing what makes you happy. I really hate how sometimes, we have to force ourselves to mix with people we do not enjoy being around with. I mean, it's not easy. Definitely good if we can be in the company of those we love. But somehow, we can't always have the best of both worlds. And I told myself, as if my physical presence makes a difference if I do not truly want to be there. I think that life is already as hard as it is, so why make things worse when you could possibly avoid it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That sounds kinda negative. Alright positive stuff. Have been spending my past weekends with DrumZout. In fact, I saw them on Thursday for meeting, Saturday for NTU Open House and Sunday for our auditions briefing + distributing flyers. And although I complain about all the work to do for DrumZout stuff which mainly includes sponsorships, I really love this group of people. Actually, CAC people in general, really love how everyone is one big family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NTU Open House on Saturday! Reached school at 8am, met with Jianb first for the long and draggy journey to school, like first time ever since Jianb moved house. And then that begins my long day in NTU. Stood for almost the whole day with lunchtime as the exception! Legs were aching like mad. But I saw Wenyi!! Excited max :D Plus I was supposed to see Charm! ): But was on the campus tours when she was around the area! I had a lot of people enquiring about NBS (and I hope I gave the right info) and whether double degree is hectic etc, a mum even asked for my number in case she wants to know more. To sum up, it was a crazily shagged day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday with DZ! Auditions briefing was over before I know it and we were camwhoring and taking jumpshots after that. CSN made us jump 127873214676185 times and I think in the end, we still didn't manage to take a proper one tsktsk! Long car ride to Hougang which made quite a few of us felt really giddy and uncomfortable. And to think that was not enough, the flats were quite cui plus one flat was even demolished already! Seriously, I need a more updated map of Singapore zzz. Finally settled on a few flats after eons and wrapped up the whole flyer distribution thingy by 7plus. Ahhh gosh I hate the lifts there btw, don't like lifts with no windows. Claustrophobic, is that the right word?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Highlight of the day was dinner at Chomp Chomp. And a bit of HTHT along the way to Chomp Chomp + when we were trying to find a parking lot. Oh and when Eugene sent some of us home. I like how easy it is to be able to talk with DZ people, like it's one big family, which was a kind of feeling that was made even stronger after our DrumZout camp in my opinion. And I still get some random comments every now and then about me eyecandying ZY but I'm glad it has come to a stage whereby we can just laugh it off, or at least I do. Actually, ex-eyecandy, because as the friendship deepens, it feels weirder and weirder to be eyecandying your friend. Back to the main point, yeah I think it's not easy to feel so at ease talking to people, and giving really truthful honest opinions/advice and therefore, I really treasure their company. Love what you're doing, do what you love. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y1MALmsny_U/TX8jdxIvZvI/AAAAAAAAAUE/01ABMxiaAAg/s1600/im%2Bnot%2Bmissing%2Byou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584221057275881202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y1MALmsny_U/TX8jdxIvZvI/AAAAAAAAAUE/01ABMxiaAAg/s320/im%2Bnot%2Bmissing%2Byou.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S.: But this time it's different, I'm not missing you. Certain things will remain, but I'm throwing them to the back of my mind, in fact, never to be reminisced again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159184715948801431-4830152100971426554?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4830152100971426554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=4830152100971426554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/4830152100971426554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/4830152100971426554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post_15.html' title='爱笑的眼睛'/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OK_HZh_su3A/TX8jeK0pVrI/AAAAAAAAAUM/cuJVeL6mAtI/s72-c/do%2Bwhat%2Byou%2Bare%2Bhappy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-2857471074219790376</id><published>2011-03-06T21:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T22:21:46.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>回到过去</title><content type='html'>Blogging has become a weekly update. I really do want to do it more frequently but 1) I've nothing much to talk about. 2) I'm really pretty busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really kind of miss my carefree days as a kid, as a primary school kid, or actually even sec sch kid or JC kid wasn't THAT bad. Whoever said university is a breeze is so so wrong! Whoever said you come to university to network and expand your social circle is so so crap! I don't know how this whole system works, but as far as I know, I'm still having difficulty trying to find a way out of the huge stack of tutorials/projects/presentations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was my free day and I came to school just for Open House briefing at 6pm. Fine fine, thing is, it started shortly after 630pm and ended slightly before 7pm. Gosh you know how irritated I was?! Travelling time to and fro was 2hours just for smth like less than half an hour of stuff, plus it wasn't even considered a briefing/training. Headed out to JP for Ji De Chi and then to the pasar malam there and to the park opposite for HTHT! Really nostalgic night, which further shows the age gap between Shan + me and Pak + Alex + Max. HAHAH nevertheless, it was fun talking about the past, and how carefree we all were. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday and Wednesday were spent slacking like crazy. Good job Lizhu, and did you just mention that you were really pretty busy. Oh yeah I was indeed pretty busy surfing the net. I think I really need someone to change my password and lock up my laptop (literally is fine too) zzz I think I spend 1/3 of my life on Facebook and the problem is : there is pretty much no updates and I don't know how I can spend so much time on it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things to look forward to:&lt;br /&gt;1) Recess week.&lt;br /&gt;2) Movie with Lissya!!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things I'm dreading:&lt;br /&gt;1) Acc midterms (20% gosh)&lt;br /&gt;2) Acc proj (15% gosh)&lt;br /&gt;3) IT digital world proj (15% gosh)&lt;br /&gt;4) Comm funds lessons. (Now I understand why last sem, everyone said comm funds is crap.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refer to things I'm dreading point 1 and 2, and you can see that I'm pretty much dead for AA101 already, plus plus I haven't been participating in class. Another 10% thrown into the drain gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pimple outbreak! Plus I am running low on cash. Pretty good that Sis is having her holidays now so she's gonna earn money yay for more clothes! I really need more clothes zzz. &lt;strong&gt;Who wants to set up a blogshop together with me?!&lt;/strong&gt; (I'm dead serious btw, just that I am still hesitating alot.) I envy Joyce (owner of The Tinsel Rack (&lt;a href="http://www.thetinselrack.livejournal.com/"&gt;www.thetinselrack.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt;)) a lot! She always got the awesome clothes goshhhhhh. I love reading her blog too! &lt;a href="http://www.joy-aholic.livejournal.com/"&gt;www.joy-aholic.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt;. Nah, for those who are bored because I don't update as often. (: Oh yes drifting off the point, Sis gonna treat me to buffet if she gets her pay soon and Mummy too! :D And Sis gonna give me discount on clothes she buys :D Instead of half the price, I only need to pay 20% woots :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159184715948801431-2857471074219790376?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2857471074219790376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=2857471074219790376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/2857471074219790376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/2857471074219790376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-post.html' title='回到过去'/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-8576873991059618605</id><published>2011-02-26T23:12:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T23:53:53.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y5C1yuVpNjU/TWkaIXZ-iEI/AAAAAAAAAT8/YsPiVfvZrVQ/s1600/955X900_Front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578018344499316802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y5C1yuVpNjU/TWkaIXZ-iEI/AAAAAAAAAT8/YsPiVfvZrVQ/s320/955X900_Front.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the Impresario contestants sang her song today! Which reminded me how often I've been listening to her songs nowadays. Definitely one of my favourite singers now- A-Lin Huang. I really love her voice and how she managed to express every song so well! Hahah I know I'm pretty lag since her latest album has been out for about 2 months now yeah but I'm considering to get one. I usually don't buy albums but the music industry is kind of dying off with all those illegal downloading of songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Singers have been constantly advocating about how we should stop illegal downloadings, I mean I bet it's mostly because their income is shrinking. (Even though how much can it shrink right? They earn millions every year and these few thousands is just peanuts to them luh.) But still, if one day the music industry really dies off because of the lack of profitability, how do I get my wonderful music?! And despite many being in this industry on the basis of looks only, there are definitely those who deserve us spending money on them, because they're real good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway just a random thought yeah. And I remember when we were in secondary school, we used to get DVDs and albums everytime our idols released one. I have a whole collection of 'Westside Story' by 5566 because I was damn crazy over them last time. (And because the show is nice, I still think it's not bad. (: ) Now Youtube and ITunes and whatever not have kind of killed albums. I still like to physically get albums though (but you know since I'm always broke, that is an issue.) Oh yeah, not to mention watching dramas from DVD is wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy better than Youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YqjBuYTj6AQ/TWkY8GR8YMI/AAAAAAAAATs/KdOGVTnxoHY/s1600/it%2Bwill%2Bmake%2Byou%2Bsmile%2Bagain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 203px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578017034232160450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YqjBuYTj6AQ/TWkY8GR8YMI/AAAAAAAAATs/KdOGVTnxoHY/s320/it%2Bwill%2Bmake%2Byou%2Bsmile%2Bagain.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And talking about secondary school days and the old times, I kind of miss it. (: Hmm, not to say that I hate life now (besides the many presentations and projects and meetings) but somehow, I still dislike how university life is. Not the kind whereby you can stick with your friends throughout. Neither do I like how competitive life is, and whatever you do you feel like it's for the purpose of results only.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, end of my hectic week phew. A lot of people commented how angsty and easily irritated I am this whole week. I will be back to normal next week?! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159184715948801431-8576873991059618605?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8576873991059618605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=8576873991059618605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/8576873991059618605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/8576873991059618605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2011/02/one-of-impresario-contestants-sang-her.html' title=''/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y5C1yuVpNjU/TWkaIXZ-iEI/AAAAAAAAAT8/YsPiVfvZrVQ/s72-c/955X900_Front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-6574951199537220027</id><published>2011-02-22T13:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T13:35:18.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mixed feelings.</title><content type='html'>A bit of update, will keep this short and sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week before and this week are two crazy weeks with lots of presentations/projects and meetings. My life is packed ttm. &gt;&lt; Nevertheless, I kind of enjoyed this fast-paced thing whereby I have to be constantly doing something productive. It helps in my understanding of the modules too to some extent if I don't slack right. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just some things I wanted to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I don't know if my IT group will ever read this opps. Well, it hasn't been easy trying to stick in with a group of 4 guys and then start discussing about projects. I honestly felt like hecking everything and just be in my own world. If it's true that indeed I'm always socialising (or maybe a better word would be networking) I think this is one of my major failed attempt in interacting with people. I really don't know how to even open my mouth to start giving comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not just about the group cohesiveness thingy marks that maybe costs 1% of our whole presentation?!, but I guess it's more like I think that they are really nice people and I mean it's always good to have more friends right. I think it kind of sucks that project groupmates get together for projects and after that module is over, you become hi-bye friends. No relationships in this world should be that superficial right, and built on the basis of results only. Hmm, but yesterday I did have a fun time with the guys during projects. I think probably if you want to do something, tried to do it and somehow, it will happen. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I know I haven't been cooperative and helpful enough, so I sincerely thank the guys for the effort put in! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Sensitivity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how is it possible that such insensitivity can occur on your part. No no no, if you get me wrong, I am telling you right here that I am kind of offended at your actions. No matter how close, I hope you understand that some things should not be done and there should be some mutual and basic respect in between us. The next time you do this again (but I hope you don't), please don't blame me if I confront you about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159184715948801431-6574951199537220027?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6574951199537220027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=6574951199537220027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/6574951199537220027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/6574951199537220027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2011/02/mixed-feelings.html' title='Mixed feelings.'/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-7226440425123571805</id><published>2011-02-13T21:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T21:44:18.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ahhhh, haven't been blogging for some time. Or more like my updates aren't so regular anymore. School has started for pretty long but it kind of just started for me in the sense that I only started to be more serious about my work these few days. And next week's gonna be worse. Why does all the deadlines like to come together zzz? ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been busy with Vday booth and all other DrumZout related stuff this entire week! CNY has been over for just a week and I can't believe I totally lost the CNY mood already! ): I want my holidays backkkkk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I chanced upon this article on someone's blog: Do you dare to eat alone? &lt;a href="http://www.straitstimes.com/BreakingNews/Singapore/Story/STIStory_625838.html"&gt;http://www.straitstimes.com/BreakingNews/Singapore/Story/STIStory_625838.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL I've also had this fear of eating alone, especially when the canteen is super crowded!&lt;br /&gt;1. You cannot find your seat after you queue.&lt;br /&gt;2. You look like a loner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence if I really need to eat alone, I must must MUST have my phone with me! SMS/ call someone randomly/ listening to music makes you look busy which explains that you're too busy to eat lunch with someone, and not that no one wants to eat lunch with you. I wonder if I am the only self-conscious one, and I honestly think eating alone is absolutely fine, but I have no courage to LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another random thing: I repainted my nails. I think I've absolutely no talent to be a manicurist, and not like I wanted to be one. But its damn sucky to go to a manicure and get cheated sians I mean painting nails is so easy and they get $10 for it?! But then again, despite how easy, I still can't paint nails damn sians. I must master it, don't wanna get conned leh. But then again, I've my sister to paint for me LOL so it's okay! Nails are in a pretty shade of pastel yellow now, lovely! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, I will end off with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU'RE READING THIS AND YOU'RE MY FRIEND, PLEASE COME DOWN TO NORTH SPINE, BESIDE ATM, TO SUPPORT DRUMZOUT AT OUR VDAY BOOTH!! I MIGHT NOT BE THERE BUT JUST GO AHEAD AND LET MY FRIENDS KNOW THAT YOU'RE MY FRIEND AND YOU WANT TO GET SMTH!!! :DDD I WILL LOVE YOU x100! Oh oh, you can take a look at the items here at &lt;a href="http://www.dzstore.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.dzstore.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; but I assure you that the bears are way cuter in real life. Sorry I'm the photographer what you expect LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159184715948801431-7226440425123571805?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7226440425123571805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=7226440425123571805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/7226440425123571805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/7226440425123571805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2011/02/ahhhh-havent-been-blogging-for-some.html' title=''/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-8151192168036035643</id><published>2011-02-06T21:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T22:38:56.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be happy.</title><content type='html'>1.5 weeks of school has passed, and another 5 days of CNY holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up, I totally dreaded going to school just for 2 hours of AB107 tutorial. Worse thing, irritating 179 wouldn't stop at Pioneer MRT stop. Fortunately, I met Lilin LOL and I convinced her to go back home to take the house key and she drove me to school. But we were both still late. And the worst of the worst, my tutor finished up the tutorial in 1.5hours zzz. I mean it's good that I can go home earlier but but but I took 2hours back and fro for 1.5hours of lessons?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, CNY eve was steamboat for reunion dinner as usual. (: My favourite! Really love steamboat :D But someday, when I have more money, I think I should bring my family out to some restaurant for reunion dinner. It's so troublesome for my mum, she has to do so much stuff just for one steamboat dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY day 1 started off really badly. A really heated argument between me and my mum and both of us kind of kept crying nonstop. What a bad way to start CNY but well, I don't know aiyah. Forget about the unhappy things. Got more hongbaos this year :D And I wore my maxi skirt out like a finallyyyyyyy. I feel happy wearing it out! (: Will wear it out upon request so let me know if you want to know how a short girl will look in a maxi skirt :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY day 2 was kind of boring because some of my relatives were overseas and others had more visitings to do. So, in the end, I went out with my family, cousin and grandma for a movie. Brought ahma to watch 'It's a great great world!'. Full of dialects man, but it's pretty alright luh. Not boring, but nothing fascinating too. Once again, wore my pretty dress out :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY day 3 and day 4 were spent with friends. Yesterday was ban nian at Juehong's house cum bday celebration for her. To clarify, I'm honestly not a rare guest zzz. And I attended one 4H event this year okay, it will kick off more 4H events for the year lol. Anyways, so upset that I lost something like 15bucks at Blackjack zzz. Anyway, there were other rare guests too like Deming and Leon so I'm not that rare!! Kind of did miss everyone's company but why is the girls turnout always so pathetic! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I met up with Shiqi! (: Kind of lost contact with her for damn long until recently, I wished her happy birthday on FB and she messaged me telling me she's back for winter vacation and we finally arranged a meetup! As far as I remember, after Shiqi quitted dance, I haven't been able to keep in contact with her much that's why we've been talking about a meetup since 2009. Gosh 2 years!! And it's really cool that she went to Korea to study :D Heh but now that she's considering to stay back in Singapore to study, I really hope NBS takes her back again so she's gonna be my junior yay! We watched 'Black Swan' which was kinda like a horror movie rather than a thriller gosh. Anyway, can't wait to meet up with her again for a proper meal!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's gonna start tomorrow again. Honestly, I haven't done a lot of things. And all the E-learning things that I've to do plus all the tutorials and everything. And my IT group is the 3rd group to present. Getting stressed! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I think that January has been awesome. (: I hope for an equally great February!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159184715948801431-8151192168036035643?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8151192168036035643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=8151192168036035643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/8151192168036035643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/8151192168036035643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2011/02/be-happy.html' title='Be happy.'/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-6715228967824093935</id><published>2011-01-29T22:13:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T22:38:15.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The meaning of love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/TUQiR4JmwjI/AAAAAAAAATM/Fe_eVvmS9w8/s1600/what%2Bis%2Blove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567612729862570546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/TUQiR4JmwjI/AAAAAAAAATM/Fe_eVvmS9w8/s320/what%2Bis%2Blove.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;A random chit chat with two of my friends triggered off much thoughts about love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;Interestingly, I talked to them separately and both of them told me this: "If you don't even plan to marry the person, why do you even bother to get into a relationship with him/her." and this sentence actually struck me quite deeply.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I rebutted that marriage is at least about 7, 8 years down the road and a lot of things can happen within 7, 8 years, I was asked : "If you cannot even survive 7, 8 years with a person, how do you think you can survive the rest of your lifetime with him/her?".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;Few years ago, I don't know how many people think this way. But now that my friends around me are meeting with many other problems in their love life, it seems to me that love is not as simple as it seem/sound.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always felt that maybe we should just try to live life to the fullest now. If you know you truly like the other person, and you know you're happy being with him, shouldn't you give it a try even if the future may look bleak? But everyone around me seemed to think a lot deeper i.e. if they see no future they won't even commit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know, maybe my meaning of love is too simplified.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;如果 我们现在还在一起会是怎样&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div&gt;我们是不是还是深爱着对方&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159184715948801431-6715228967824093935?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6715228967824093935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=6715228967824093935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/6715228967824093935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/6715228967824093935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2011/01/meaning-of-love.html' title='The meaning of love.'/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/TUQiR4JmwjI/AAAAAAAAATM/Fe_eVvmS9w8/s72-c/what%2Bis%2Blove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-6956234923060818653</id><published>2011-01-23T14:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T14:45:58.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>爱你在心口难开</title><content type='html'>DrumZout external publicity performance was too awesome! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my malay dancers, so sorry I couldn't make it last minute! Really wanted to go back with Saiful to take a look at you guys/girls!! I MISS NJMD SO MUCH, and of course our awesome teachers too, Ms Khoo, Ms Ting and Ms Chen!! Those were the carefree days, seriously!!! (: Never fail to bring a smile onto my face everytime I look at Gwen Hwarng's albums of our random practice/performance videos/photos. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, at the same time, I'm so glad to have found yet another awesome CCA over here in NTU. *DRUMZOUT LOVE* (Steals Shan's P&amp;amp;P&amp;amp;Proggies' love symbol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday's external publicity was held at Orchard Road! :D Happening ehh. Reached at 240pm (opps 10minutes late but still relatively early) and sneaked to the flea to get rings LOL yays have bought 3/4 rings to date this holidays. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moved on to my station, outside Ion Orchard/Wisma Atria. Secured our position (which was practically a smoking area, gosh the amount of 2nd hand smoke I breathed in for DrumZout yesterday) and self entertained till the first percussion group was here! Both groups helped to bring up the atmosphere of Orchard Road yesterday, damn upz! :DDDDDD Everyone was swaying and moving along with the beat, omgggg damn awesome seriously!!!! The rest of us helped to give our flyers to suitable crowd to ensure that they know about the upcoming DrumZout competition and hopefully, more people can join and show their talent! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sweat and everything was worth it though. (: Hehh I love being around our DrumZout peeps. (: Words cannot substitute my love for DrumZout. :DDD Yeah 爱你在心口难开 hehh. Nothing much after that, dinner and then drinking at Home Club after that. As usual righttttt, what's new LOL?! (Refers to the drinking part.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, one of the really sweet things I've heard yesterday. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: "I've never been lucky in my life. The luckiest thing I've got is ... *points to her*." AWWWS~! (: This is a perfect example of 爱你在心口常开 LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I was sick for the last week of holidays. Kind of wasted ahhh, but at least this DrumZout event made my last week of holidays happening enough. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;P.S. : Sometimes, we've to face the fact that while good things never last, some don't even start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159184715948801431-6956234923060818653?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6956234923060818653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=6956234923060818653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/6956234923060818653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/6956234923060818653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html' title='爱你在心口难开'/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-729536492638379460</id><published>2011-01-21T22:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T22:11:48.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY ROMARIO LIM ERN THIEN! : DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think you will read this anyways LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite your non-stop bullying, and your continuous teasings, you're still an awesome friend luh hahah. Stay happy! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, random thought, I really want to go to Bangkok! ): Seeing how quite a few of my friends like Melissa, Priscilla, Yuewen, Jingmin, Zijia all went to Bangkok recently. I really really want to goooooooooooooooo. ): Nyeah I wish my parents were less strict and allowed me to go overseas with my friends. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh sexaye (your new code name but still v obvious what not meh?!) new semester is gonna start soon! Mugging sessions to start yo! :D I got a feeling I will like my IT class hehhhh OB classmates ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159184715948801431-729536492638379460?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/729536492638379460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=729536492638379460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/729536492638379460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/729536492638379460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-birthday-romario-lim-ern-thien.html' title=''/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-8008680282998659803</id><published>2011-01-19T22:25:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T23:07:59.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When you do nothing at all.</title><content type='html'>Four consecutive days of lazing around at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On saturday, I met up with Lissya and Saniah before Saniah flew back to the States. Mac breakfast followed by Island Cremery. 2 hours of chitchat was never enough to compensate for the few months of not seeing each other. But, this is better than nothing I guess. Especially when I haven't managed to meet up with Gwen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On sunday, I guess my body finally decided that it's time for a rest after one week of two camps and another week of non-stop going out for every single day. Woke up with a really terrible sore throat on Sunday and I really couldn't swallow anything. Fever on Monday and Tuesday and it's still on and off. Cough and flu today, which explains why I've been at home for the past four days. It sucks being sick arghhhhh. Get well soon Lizhu! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amidst everything, yesterday was the day of results' release. I honestly felt like it was receiving of Alevels results all over again, and this kind of anxiety was made worse because I didn't put in the same amount of effort as I had previously. When you know you didn't do your best, you start to worry, and you've no excuse to say that it's alright even if the results did not turn out well, because you jolly well know the amount of effort you've put in is negligible to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/TTb2ygLS_AI/AAAAAAAAATE/XrASdmglSwM/s1600/we%2Bnever%2Bget%2Bdefeated%2Bunless%2Bwe%2Bgive%2Bup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563905737154034690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/TTb2ygLS_AI/AAAAAAAAATE/XrASdmglSwM/s320/we%2Bnever%2Bget%2Bdefeated%2Bunless%2Bwe%2Bgive%2Bup.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used fever/not feeling well as an excuse to sleep before 12am on the day before results' release. While others camp at their computers trying to know their results, I was flipping around in bed, trying to fall asleep, trying not to think too much. Guilty conscience at work. Woke up at 9am the next day and continue drifting in and out of sleep, just refusing to get out of bed, because that means it's time to check my results.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was caught in a dilemma. To check or not to check. What if I didn't reach my own expectations? Ahhh, but what if I do? (Time to party and have fun and celebrate.) But then again, WHAT IF I DON'T?! That possibility of not doing well seems to outweight that of me doing well. Having some internal struggle for a while before deciding to check my results. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overall, it was okay. Wouldn't say I'm satisfied because one/two modules fell short of my expectations, and it's not just one grade's difference.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still believe in striving high in the sense that if I aim for the moon and I fail to get it, I will still get the stars. I guess, this is just a start, and much more continuous effort is required for the following 7 semesters. Saying is easy, doing is not arghhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;有时候，现实的状况逼得我们必须向前进。很多人，很多事，都只好放弃。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159184715948801431-8008680282998659803?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8008680282998659803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=8008680282998659803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/8008680282998659803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/8008680282998659803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2011/01/when-you-do-nothing-at-all.html' title='When you do nothing at all.'/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/TTb2ygLS_AI/AAAAAAAAATE/XrASdmglSwM/s72-c/we%2Bnever%2Bget%2Bdefeated%2Bunless%2Bwe%2Bgive%2Bup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-8557443868579926220</id><published>2011-01-14T21:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T22:19:28.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/TTBVy2ZsdCI/AAAAAAAAAS8/kV2Lwt7oWus/s1600/random%2Bmemories%2Bthat%2Bmake%2Byou%2Bsmile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562039871887668258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/TTBVy2ZsdCI/AAAAAAAAAS8/kV2Lwt7oWus/s320/random%2Bmemories%2Bthat%2Bmake%2Byou%2Bsmile.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This week seemed to fly past really fast! I guess, good times are like that. It is a way to know that you are enjoying the company. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I haven't had a proper dinner at home for really long ever since 2011 started! I think I only had 2 or 3 dinners at home because I'm totally enjoying my holidays!!! :D Don't wanna school to start, but honestly, I'm broke already LOL. I didn't even know where my money went to, I didn't even feel like I bought much clothes. ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Monday was portfolio meeting with my fellow biz mags. (: Okay I've already talked about that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tuesday was Kbox with Shuyi Lilin Jingmin Zihan and Peisi. :D My usual Kbox clique yayyyys! Haven't been to Kbox for really long and the $6 nett promotion was around so it's like a must for us to go so yay! I enjoyed the kbox session and the monopoly deal after that at Lilin's house! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wednesday was dinner at Timbre with Antonio and Chai! :D So glad that we've been meeting up rather frequently ever since 2010, probably because Antonio is in army now and is really free that's why the frequent meetups! Must get Cheryl out soon, she has disappeared from the surface of the earth!! D: And yes, I drank a little, but it's only cocktail luh. It's quite funny looking back at how far we've gone. 8th year of friendship and counting! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And yesterday, I met Yingling Yuewen Rubin Melissa and Lao-da to go find out the costs of our vday products! :D Yayyyys DrumZout has a booth for vday stuff! Really cute, because I went down to choose the products hahah! So those attached (and single and jioing someone/ just single) please please please get some stuff from DrumZout as part of our canvassing! :D I can't promise you special promotions because this meant that I've to take the money out from my own pocket LOL but well, I can be eternally grateful to you?! Does that sound like a good enough deal? :P And meeting after that so we hopped onto Lao-da's VROOM VROOM, and off we went to school. What a bumpy ride and we were such a road hazard but wells. (: Dinner was at Can A with some other people and then meeting was as usual. Hahah 'MY PROBLEM' was flying across the room and it was quite funny revealing about DrumZout camp and all the silly stuff we did and the mess we created LOL. Ended meeting surprisingly early at about 930pm so off we go for supper at Bukit Timah!! (: In the end, there was no transport again so once again, Lao-da has to sacrifice and send me home! I'M SO SORRY. ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today was kbox with DrumZout people! Second Kbox in a week. Hmphhhhhhh the others were like late for almost one freaking hour!!!! Omg the $6 nett is only three hours luh what you want people! Wasted!! ): After Kbox we lagged around and went to the arcade. Gosh 2hours and we spent 50bucks there?! :/ WTH WTH WTH. The tapping card system is evil! You just kept tapping your card away without realising how much you've spent tsktsk.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S. Why does no one want to take neoprints with me?! ): Isn't it good to do what we all did when we were young again!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On a sidenote, I predict a very boring last week of school holidays, with the only few things to look forward to being Pendra's Ubin trip, Parade down Orchard Road, and probably Rom's bday celebration?! (And the most possible reason for this lack of activities is because I really have no money already. DAMN UPSET!) I gave up organising Rowan outing, because I got so irritated with the lack of response. I will try again next time?! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159184715948801431-8557443868579926220?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8557443868579926220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=8557443868579926220' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/8557443868579926220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/8557443868579926220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2011/01/this-week-seemed-to-fly-past-really.html' title=''/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/TTBVy2ZsdCI/AAAAAAAAAS8/kV2Lwt7oWus/s72-c/random%2Bmemories%2Bthat%2Bmake%2Byou%2Bsmile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-1736167326793877600</id><published>2011-01-11T12:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T12:36:43.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We are one big family.</title><content type='html'>Today is the 11th of January. First 10 days of January has been nothing but awesome and fun! ABCD clique meetup on 2 Jan, followed by DrumZout camp from 3-6 jan, followed by CAC FOC Seniors' Camp from 8-9 Jan, and biz mag portfolio meeting on 10 Jan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the week spells nothing but fun too. Kbox in less than 2 hours (which means I'm gonna be late AGAIN) with the usual kbox clique! (: Meetup with Chai and Antonio tomorrow! DrumZout meeting plus suppliers on Thursday, followed by Kbox with DrumZout on Friday! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560777356153427298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/TSvZiwyPlWI/AAAAAAAAAS0/mPtkvsJeKGg/s320/how%2Bperfect%2Blife%2Bis.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;CAC FOC Seniors' Camp ended on Sunday 9 Jan!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was in Group B, aka Bopeep! Group name was inspired by the Korean song Bopeep by T-ara! Heheh needless to say, our cheer was the chorus of the song! :D Group A's name was funny - Alex! And Group C's Chicken, and Group D's Dynamite!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Group C was crazy because they had Josiah, Alex, Shan, Ziyuan, Melissa all in one group so there was the DrumZout craze LOL. Basically, the camp started off a bit low in energy and everything and DrumZout people were the ones talking nonstop. Heh but after a while, everyone got pretty high in energy. :D Of course, because we had Yongsiang and Trent in our group LOL!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;First day of camp was as usual, it was like station games and stuff. We tested the station games and gave feedback etc. The night was SP initation. Gosh why do I have to go through it again?! Anyway, the devils aka Yongsiang Jianbin Yingling were all not blindfolded so they wreck havoc by trying to draw on our faces. O.o Shan's line was classic : 不要画我的脸，我靠脸吃饭的！Gosh 她讲得出口，我都听不下去! Hahah and I was successfully in stopping all of them from drawing on me by saying 我对你这样好，你不要这样对我啦！&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyways, my legs turned numb from sitting down too much. Even the games were conducted sitting down! My SP Qingzhong and I were totally sian-ed. 'Cause no one really bothered about us!!! Ended the whole thing past midnight and we got to HSS lounge close to 2am. And Yongsiang says he wants to go to Ahfang, which was apparently Ahlian's sister LOL. So Bopeep dragged our tired bodies to Ahfang! On the way there, Shan called and said they (Ziyuan Alex Yingling Jos Shan) are walking to Jos' room to HTHT. Wah faints, I kind of wanted to go but then were too tired to walk there alone and stuff so when Bopeep got back, I taught them Slapjack, we played for a while and I fell asleep!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next day was at Sentosa. Vanessa and Canida are both hard to wake up gosh. Beach games were more fun yays! :D But was upset that I was inconvenient to go down to the water. ): So missed out on some stuff, like I totally wanted to play the polo girls game but your body will be half submerged in water. (Maybe for me, it's 3/4 submerged so I cannot go in at all.) :/ Anyways, the thing will end off with everyone being thrown into the water right?! I was inconvenient to go down and Trent and Yongsiang totally understood my situation, they wanted to turn me over and dip my head into the water?! WTH WTH WTH resisted for damn long but there's no use. ): In the end, they brought the sea to me and I bent over and Junyang and Youguan poured a pail of water over my head. Thanks ahhh, I was all wet!!!! But fun :DD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ended off the day by going for dinner after we break camp and then returned home to sleep from 9pm all the way to 12pm the next day!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Biz mag meeting was at Watami yesterday! :DDDDDDDDDDDDD Shiok spent 21 bucks but I feel damn happy to eat at Watami again. :D Our first physical meeting, more bonding to come yo! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159184715948801431-1736167326793877600?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1736167326793877600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=1736167326793877600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/1736167326793877600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/1736167326793877600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2011/01/we-are-one-big-family.html' title='We are one big family.'/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/TSvZiwyPlWI/AAAAAAAAAS0/mPtkvsJeKGg/s72-c/how%2Bperfect%2Blife%2Bis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-8372618978819071584</id><published>2011-01-07T22:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T23:26:44.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DrumZout is love! ♥</title><content type='html'>:DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DrumZout camp was an awesome way to start 2011! :D Another event to add to a lifetime worth of memories! (: And I officially got to know people like Ruowei, Cuiyun, Vanessa, Cyan, Hanpin, Nick whom I haven't had the chance to properly know before. It was a good bonding session! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 1&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 started off with us slacking around and doing nothing. Alright, I do feel guilty thinking about it 'cause I have done nothing constructively. :X Anyways, spent some time brainstorming about what to do for performance night but did not manage to come to a conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, someone proposed a random idea of having a BBQ and HTHT-ing at the same time. So off they go to get food! Too much food opps!! What a waste. Anyways, I touched the eww-so-disgusting raw prawns and chicken wings. ): ): ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the others packed up, Melissa Yingling Canida Shan Yuewen and I went back to CAC room to get our luggage and then delivered the rest of the luggage to the rest. Eugene's awesome car saved the day yo! (: Did we break a record?! We had 8 people in the car! Eugene was driving and Ziyuan was at the front seat as well then there were 6 girls behind! Camwhored on the car and my face is in every other picture hahah, but at least my face still smaller than Ziyuan's! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HTHT-ing was in Josiah's hotel-look-alike room. Truth and dare were urm... Okay hahah let everything stays within that four walls of Josiah's room okay. And that begins the first night of drinking. As usual, Cancan and I refused to touch the alcoholic drinks so we had plain water instead. ): The tribal council aka Josiah was damn lame!! HTHT was till 4am gosh and because HSS lounge was unavailable due to some reasons, Cancan and I stayed at Lixuan's room! Yay I got the whole bed to myself! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started off the day by meeting with the rest at 1130am. Shiok! Slept till 10am :D Cancan is damn hard to wake up and whatever she said does not make any sense hahah! Opps shan't say too much before she leaks out my bad sleeping habits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch was quite hilarious. We played 'Angel and mortal' and all those who haven't done three good things for their mortals start to panick and then all of a sudden, you see watermelons going everywhere! Everyone started buying watermelons for each other hahah but my awesome angel got me a whole fruit platter instead!! :D Fruit stall has awesome business that day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was percussion practice that day. ): I'm having such a hard time trying to get the right beat. ): Upset ): Anyways, some of the music were really cool hahah! Yays our DrumZout pails sound really good :DD And I taught the girls Gee's chorus for our performance night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following which was preparation for feel-good-about-yourself night! Hahah it was quite something like SP night?! We really should have applied for SDU funding LOL. Anyways, I was really excited knowing that we reserved seats at Watami but boohoos ): Because we were late and were kind of afraid that our reservation would have been cancelled by the time we went to Watami so we had dinner at Fish&amp;amp;Co at JP instead! While waiting for food to arrive, I went shopping with Yingling and Mavis :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we went to Modiva. And that was the second night of drinking. Gosh as usual, being non-drinkers, Canida and I were drinking really diluted coke or something. And some cranberry juice which people claimed had no alcohol but I clearly tasted it but well, I drank it anyway but with tons of ice LOL! In the end, Canida resorted to drinking iced water, it tasted nice too LOL! Cabbed back to school and was so shagged we didn't go for second night of canvassing but just fell asleep once we bathed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Day 3&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 began with Mac breakfast with the girls! :D Yays McGriddles is yummy, miss it so much! :D And then, started off by heading straight to Nanyang House but because the guys drank too much the night before and couldn't wake up in time, the girls decided to practise for our performance night instead! Couldn't learn the rest of SNSD's dance in time since I only knew Gee so we just dumped in Nobody and Sorry Sorry as well as Abracadabra! Yuewen was our live MP3 player :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Percussion practice started off with me and Yuewen and Shan undergoing intensive training under Ziyuan Hanpin and John because we couldn't get the beat right!!! And then we went into different groups trying to play our own piece. Nice luh why I get the hard ones. Now more practice for me! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went to play some games! Captain's ball and Ultimate frisbee! Ultimate frisbee is damn funnnnn 'cause I was at least useful enough to catch something hahah. Captain's ball is fun too luh (: It's my all-time favourite game! Playing in the rain was awesome too. :D Oh and the random baby around then was really cute :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showered, have dinner together and then it was performance night! Hahah our DrumZout guys are so talented! Guitar, piano and drums are nothing to them okayyy! Hahah had some live singing session. Some songs played were 晴天，说了再见，Forever love，天天夜夜，Soul sister, I'm yours and not forgetting the rock version of 新不了情! :DDD Hahah too awesome :D That's why everyone better respond to the Kbox outing invitation and let's go and sing our hearts out!! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angel and mortal revealation hahah!! It was quite funny. My angel Max was ultra nice!! Richest angel in DrumZout! He gave me a Starbucks tumbler and a Starbucks voucher of a drink of my choice and that two were only one good thing that he did for me!!!! Gosh gosh gosh I feel so guilty! I hope I've been a good enough angel to Pak!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officially break camp at 1130pm but half of us stayed on for an unofficial continuation of camp. Once again, third night of drinking. We got the HSS lounge like finally! And then Josiah started this 'MY PROBLEM?!' and 'YOUR PROBLEM?!' and 'DON'T MAKE YOUR PROBLEM MY PROBLEM!' thing which irritated the hell out of him. Shouted at him but like he cared -.- I was seriously irritated!! I wasn't faking it to entertain people okayyy. In the end, I gave up and went to sleep after I managed to stay awake till Mac delivery arrived and I ate some Mcnuggets. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fell asleep at about 3am and woke up at about 530am by those who were still HTHT-ing and the topic was so 劲爆 I just had to listen to it! Woke up to HTHT with them but alas, all fell asleep except for Max but at 6am I decided to let him sleep so I sat there alone waiting for people to wake up but I fell asleep myself LOL. Woke up at 8plus and left with Ziyuan Canida Josiah John Nick Max and we had breakfast before leaving but John and Nick went back hall first!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended camp unofficially by taking bus home with Ziyuan and Canida while Josiah went back to hall and Max cycled home. I thought Canida alighted at the wrong stop! She usually don't alight there but anyways, alighted soon after at Pioneer while Ziyuan continued the ride to Boonlay. Fell asleep at about 2pm after I bathed and stuff and only woke up at 7pm! Slept at 1am and today, I only woke up at 11am. Goshhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's time to replenish my energy for Senior Camp tomorrow! :DDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159184715948801431-8372618978819071584?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8372618978819071584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=8372618978819071584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/8372618978819071584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/8372618978819071584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2011/01/drumzout-is-love.html' title='DrumZout is love! ♥'/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-7626010867053391274</id><published>2011-01-02T21:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T22:12:27.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And my new year begins...</title><content type='html'>It's 2011!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new year, a new beginning alright. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As promised, I will try to stop backing out at the very very last minute. Countdown was with 4H peeps at Lilin's house but me being me, I backed out few hours before. And I heard people saying 'aiyah as expected luh' when Lilin told them I'm not going anymore. UPSET! ): Didn't know I've such a glorious record of backing out hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the first day of new year, so I thought it's good to get more more more clothes and bags and shoes and stuff to last me for this new year. Opps excuses yeah I know. But Bugis Street is so disappointing. And not to mention, hot and stuffy. And the auntie refused to cut a single dollar for a bag that I wanted to get, so I refused to buy it. Being the superstitious person I am, I left house after 1pm because 11am-1pm was supposedly the unlucky time slots for yesterday. I mean must start the year right right?! Not much lucky things happened though, except that I saw Haden Hee! :DDDDD Really good looking, goshhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557590770076876994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/TSCHXClsAMI/AAAAAAAAASs/lF3238uyJKY/s320/lose%2Btime%2Bw%2Byour%2Bfriends.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today was meetup with clique - Steph Lilin Peisi. Ohmans miss Steph and Peisi so so much! Haven't really seen them for so long. Yays had fun teasing Steph :DDDD Hahah heh wondering how funny it would be if Steph really ended up with *ahem* someday despite her strong objections that they are impossible! And then shopped around a bit with Steph and Peisi while Lilin left. OMGG, honestly Peisi and Steph has different tastes with me!! Hahah I wanted to get a pair of shoes, and whatever they like and whatever I like are never really the same!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and we met Jiamin too! Haven't seen her for a long long time too! When is she going to introduce her boyf to me? ): I really want to meet her boyfriend!! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tada~ I'm off to pack for DrumZout camp! :D First camp of the year yo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159184715948801431-7626010867053391274?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7626010867053391274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=7626010867053391274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/7626010867053391274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/7626010867053391274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2011/01/and-my-new-year-begins.html' title='And my new year begins...'/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/TSCHXClsAMI/AAAAAAAAASs/lF3238uyJKY/s72-c/lose%2Btime%2Bw%2Byour%2Bfriends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-6298522059768836958</id><published>2010-12-30T21:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T23:14:15.455+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All these time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/TRybUvGlJTI/AAAAAAAAASk/AIrzikEnH9g/s1600/if%2Byou%2Bdont%2Bexpect%252C%2Byou%2Bwont%2Bget%2Bhurt.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's 30 December!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY CANIDA SEXAYY! :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year really seemed to fly by really fast! Like before I knew it, I already finished my first semester in university. Not too bad, still survivable (sp) but it can be better if I can get some nice university clique who will move from classes to classes with me! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since it is nearing the end of the year, as usual I will set some NY resolutions and then evaluate some. (Which I honestly don't think I've accomplished it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;2010 New Year Resolutions:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Everyone has been complaining how picky I am (not just jobs but also food and all sorts of things luh) so my NY resolution is to stop being picky.&lt;br /&gt;2) And of course treasure opportunities that are presented to me.&lt;br /&gt;3) Treasure my friends more. Like clique, dancers, and yeah those people luh. (You know I love you guys! :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I haven't really done both 1 &amp;amp; 2. For point 3, I really tried my best to keep in contact with my lovelies! It's so hard to do so with Steph and Lissya in NUS and worse, Gwen and Saniah in the States. But I'm still trying my very best! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 2011, I hope I'll be a better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/TRybUbZ-asI/AAAAAAAAASc/7h6PcjATYeQ/s1600/no%2Bshortcuts%2Bto%2Bany%2Bplace%2Bworth%2Bgoing.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/TRybUbZ-asI/AAAAAAAAASc/7h6PcjATYeQ/s1600/no%2Bshortcuts%2Bto%2Bany%2Bplace%2Bworth%2Bgoing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556486815524743874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/TRybUbZ-asI/AAAAAAAAASc/7h6PcjATYeQ/s320/no%2Bshortcuts%2Bto%2Bany%2Bplace%2Bworth%2Bgoing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;No things will ever come to me that easily. I hope I understand the need to put in effort in order to achieve whatever I want. I'm someone who sets really high expectations for myself and yes, I know I often think that I'm smart enough and doesn't need much studying. (Which I know it's a perception error because it is so not true.) Someone better knock sense into my head. Lady Luck has been on my side all along but this couldn't last forever!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/TRybUXbOPfI/AAAAAAAAASU/4kjYGz0EW_k/s1600/beyond%2Byour%2Breach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556486814456233458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/TRybUXbOPfI/AAAAAAAAASU/4kjYGz0EW_k/s320/beyond%2Byour%2Breach.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of course this year wasn't without ups and downs. This is the year where I partially stepped into society while I was working for the few months after A's. In this year, I've experienced much, learnt how nasty people can be, had some major setbacks which I took a while to get over, and made lots of new friends. I wouldn't say it's entirely bad, since I've learnt quite a bit and I had my fair share of fun especially during the FOCs!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I'm getting scared... 18 Jan is the results release date right! My motivation level has been dropping over the years, from O's, then CTs and prelims, then A's, till my finals in uni. I thought when one grows older, we should know what's best for us?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159184715948801431-6298522059768836958?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6298522059768836958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=6298522059768836958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/6298522059768836958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/6298522059768836958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2010/12/all-these-time.html' title='All these time.'/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/TRybUbZ-asI/AAAAAAAAASc/7h6PcjATYeQ/s72-c/no%2Bshortcuts%2Bto%2Bany%2Bplace%2Bworth%2Bgoing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-8110385747586939474</id><published>2010-12-28T12:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T23:09:57.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainbow after the rain.</title><content type='html'>辛苦了，幸福就会来了。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, exams are over! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry that I took so long to update, was too busy enjoying life after exams. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;23 Dec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushed home after the paper, got changed, dumped my books, and ran off to meet Lissya! :D Yayyyys I haven't seen her for weeks! It was a nice catch up and I always love going out with Lissya because she's always broke and we always go for budget stuff = less money spent! (: Heh Vivo on a Thursday afternoon was surprisingly crowded. Caught 'Rapunzel' like finally! :DDDD Awesome movie, hahah especially when I don't like cartoons, but well, it's a romance anyway too so heh :D Then we spent probably close to an hour in Daiso. Now I can start making gifts for my mortal (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;24 Dec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started my shopping at Bugis Street for the day! And then after that went on to Scape because there's a flea there :D Bought many nice things :D Heh and collected my maxi skirt from Cherninshan at the flea. Yes I got a maxi skirt! Pondered for really long before deciding to get it. Sought many opinions and the classic ones came from Jianb and NG TINGHUI as usual?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jianb: "You ask the wrong person liao. To me, skirt should be the shorter the better."&lt;br /&gt;NG TINGHUI: "Technically, skirts should be the shorter the better. But if the girl has elephant legs, then skirts should be longer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As such, I decided to heed NG TINGHUI's advice and hide my elephant legs under my maxi. Thank gawd my maxi is not sweeping the floor :D Heh I'm gonna keep it for CNY, if I can resist wearing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;25Dec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started off the day by going to Bugis Street 'cause something I bought the day before can't be worn. I swear it's not me, honestly!!! The top is too small. MAYBE Peng or Shan can wear it. And so, I went to see if I can do an exchange. And the shop was closed when I reached ): Had to rush over to meet Yingling and Jianb for lunch so my sister continued shopping there. Lunch was at Ikea with Jianb and Yingling. Then I went off to Scape again with Yingling 'cause I heard there was a flea but so disappointing the flea was so small ): We met Sam there too! Hahah and then I proceeded on to Fareast with Yingling. Had fun shopping yay (: Though I think I bought nothing that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;26 Dec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping again at Fareast. It seems like I have to go to the same place twice LOL. Fruitful shopping trip, I bought so much opps. It was like 6 full hours of shopping :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;27 Dec&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up early at 8am because of awesome dimsum :D Went to Red Star Restaurant, yay my favourite :D But upset with the extremely bad service yesterday. I remember this kind of really traditional dimsum restaurants will have waitresses pushing the trolleys full of dimsums and you will take whatever you want. But due to the very little staff available yesterday (3 trolleys going on for at least 10-15 tables), everyone rushed to the waitress once she's out from kitchen. It was crazy and not so pleasant. Ended the meal shortly because I was full too. BUT STILL I LOVE DIMSUM. WHO WANTS TO GO EAT DIMSUM AGAIN? (: Then I got home while my family went off prawning 'cause I was feeling feverish and so not in the mood for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that kind of rounded up my whole week after exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In total, me and my sister have bought like:&lt;br /&gt;2 long sleeved tops from Forever 21&lt;br /&gt;2 tank tops, one from Mango and one from Swivelle&lt;br /&gt;2 really pretty dresses from Swivelle&lt;br /&gt;1 maxi skirt from Cherninshan&lt;br /&gt;2 navy blue dresses from FEP&lt;br /&gt;2 pairs of shoes from FEP&lt;br /&gt;1 top from flea&lt;br /&gt;1 ring from flea&lt;br /&gt;1 pair of earrings from Cineleisure&lt;br /&gt;1 vintage top from Bugis Street&lt;br /&gt;1 cardigan from Bugis Street&lt;br /&gt;and yesterday, another off-shoulder top from The Design Closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything happens in like two weeks. See how fast my money is depleting. BUT IM A HAPPY GIRL :D Hahah and I'm sorry but I'm not going to stop shopping for the next month! Bet there's gonna be lots of pretty clothes on blogshops for the coming month leading to CNY. Haix, blogshops, good or bad?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159184715948801431-8110385747586939474?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8110385747586939474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=8110385747586939474' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/8110385747586939474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/8110385747586939474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html' title='Rainbow after the rain.'/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-3033753991347842596</id><published>2010-12-21T09:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T10:12:46.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The worse thing that could be happening now is thinking that I've too much time, slacked too much, and lost the momentum to start studying again! Which is exactly what I'm doing. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIME TO GO ON A HIATUS YEAHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I need to give credit to Ng Tinghui (Who wants to be called Xavier Ng) because he's too free and he chases me off every now and then when I come online. To the extent that I've to appear offline if I want to come online LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more days 2 more days 2 more days! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, stupid me went to swim yesterday. 16 laps after not swimming for years!! And I ended up with aches right after I swam. I couldnt even wash my hair properly when I bathe because it hurts a lot to raise my left arm above shoulder level. Gosh and yesterday night, I cannot sleep. Was flipping around in bed cause my whole body aches so much. And I couldn't really concentrate on mugging because yeah, my body is aching! SMART LIZHU, REALLY SMART! -.- Let's hope that my body stops aching by tomorrow if not HOW AM I GOING TO WRITE LONG ANSWERS DURING MARKETING EXAMS?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the sidenote, Hwarng is back :D Yays I messaged her yesterday morning when I woke up and then that stupid girl left her SIM card in the States, so smart yeah. Can't wait to meet up with Hwarng, or at least can't wait for exams to be over so that I can call over and chat with her for hours!!!! Saniah is on the plane back right now! YAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYS :D I miss you girls (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, 2 more days then I will start blogging/Facebook/Tweeting/Tumblr again! :D Jianb, I know you v bored hahah E.N.D.U.R.E.! Good things are worth the wait :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159184715948801431-3033753991347842596?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3033753991347842596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=3033753991347842596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/3033753991347842596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/3033753991347842596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2010/12/worse-thing-that-could-be-happening-now.html' title=''/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-7958634885275097270</id><published>2010-12-18T14:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T14:52:29.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Every day is a new beginning.</title><content type='html'>It's been a tough fight with exams. Gosh, cannot believe that only one week has passed. I felt so liberated, like a month of intensive mugging has passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, my exams are not even over. Last paper on 23rd, so I'm slacking now. I will start again on Monday, that's if I can still find my momentum back LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm not gonna grumble about exams. It's over and it's quite pointless ranting. Time to get over it and focus on the next one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Exciting news&lt;/span&gt;: Gwen Hwarng and Sharifah Saniah gonna be back in 2/3 days. Yayyyyyyyyyyyyys I miss you deep deep. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;SO MUCH SO MUCH SO MUCH TO LOOK FORWARD TO AFTER THE 23RD:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. No more mugging for one month.&lt;br /&gt;2. Shopping shopping shopping! Although my sister and I just bought like 6 more pieces of clothings in one week. But CNY is coming, perfect excuse to get more clothes.&lt;br /&gt;3. Time to meet up with Saniah and Gwen!&lt;br /&gt;4. DrumZout and Seniors' camp!&lt;br /&gt;5. I need my entertainment, movies and Kbox anyone?!&lt;br /&gt;6. Dramas and dramas and dramas and still dramas.&lt;br /&gt;7. Rowan/Pendra/PW137/S21/clique/everything else outings!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;POTENTIAL BAD NEWS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Money depleting.&lt;br /&gt;2. Results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wth right, will just worry about the money part next time. :P I wouldn't dare to proclaim that it's a well-deserved break since I haven't been mugging much, but well I need my dosage of rest luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, 12 Dec, Channel U had an awesome show. 《&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;等一等爱情&lt;/span&gt;》I really love Julian Hee and Joanne Peh inside. Very awesome and very sweet (: They have awesome quotes too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;我在雨中等你，在太阳下等你，等了又等，一等再等，&lt;br /&gt;最后我忘了我在等些什么。可能只是一个结果吧。 &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;我们一个是时针，一个是分针，偶尔会交汇，却以不同的步伐在前进。&lt;br /&gt;什么时候我们才能为彼此停下脚步呢？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159184715948801431-7958634885275097270?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7958634885275097270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=7958634885275097270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/7958634885275097270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/7958634885275097270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2010/12/every-day-is-new-beginning.html' title='Every day is a new beginning.'/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-6020799994052997410</id><published>2010-12-10T23:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T23:35:45.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two more weeks.</title><content type='html'>Two more weeks! I'm gonna hang in there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I know. I haven't been the most hardworking individual out there. And there I am, taking up others' chance of securing a double degree and not working hard enough to make sure I am on par with other double degree students. And on Thursday, I actually had the nerves to go up to my professor and asked him about specialising in Actuarial Science. Which apparently appears to me as a specialisation with freaking heavy workload. It's so material intensive and stuff and Prof. Bala said that Actuarial Sci students usually top the school. Yeah, by school, he means the whole of NTU, not just NBS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. But did I mention that Prof. Chew just told us today that 'You might not be the most hardworking student but you can still score pretty decent grades if you know how to study." Let's pray that whatever I am doing is the correct method of studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tada~! There goes my chances of getting into Actuarial Science and to think Prof. Bala kind of believed in my 'capabilities'. He was like " I think you should be able to make it. If you really don't, come over and find me and I will at least try to find out the reason for not selecting you." Omg I'm so gonna disappoint him, NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE IM SERIOUSLY GOING ON A HIATUS STARTING FROM THE MOMENT I FINISHED TYPING THIS POST. IT IS REAL THIS TIME ROUND!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I cannot cannot CANNOT afford to joke around anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I realised that I AM WEIRD. I scored pretty well for a Stats quiz most people claimed was hard and I scored lower for my recent Econs quiz even though everyone said it's easier than the previous one. WHAT'S WRONG W ME?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two more weeks. Exams will be over and GWEN HWARNG AND SHARIFAH SANIAH WILL BE BACK! Cannot wait :DDDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159184715948801431-6020799994052997410?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6020799994052997410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=6020799994052997410' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/6020799994052997410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/6020799994052997410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2010/12/two-more-weeks.html' title='Two more weeks.'/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-6951087460155434665</id><published>2010-12-07T15:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T15:42:46.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The littlest thing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/TP3kdIyFtuI/AAAAAAAAASA/jCjKXhTgB1g/s1600/small%2Band%2Bstupid%2Bconvos%2Bmean%2Bmore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547841505215231714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/TP3kdIyFtuI/AAAAAAAAASA/jCjKXhTgB1g/s320/small%2Band%2Bstupid%2Bconvos%2Bmean%2Bmore.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The little things in life just brought a smile to my face today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I read a friend's blog. And I saw my name in the blog post. It feels good to know that you're on another person's mind, to know that the friendship feels so real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While I hear about how my friends grumble about the emotional/psychological loneliness you feel after we entered university, since everyone seems to be constantly competing etc, I feel glad that I still do have some real friends around. Who does appreciate my concern afterall LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159184715948801431-6951087460155434665?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6951087460155434665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=6951087460155434665' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/6951087460155434665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/6951087460155434665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2010/12/littlest-thing.html' title='The littlest thing.'/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/TP3kdIyFtuI/AAAAAAAAASA/jCjKXhTgB1g/s72-c/small%2Band%2Bstupid%2Bconvos%2Bmean%2Bmore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-1814960325590626584</id><published>2010-12-06T20:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T22:00:02.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;太多小煩惱   怪我們不懂得抛&lt;br /&gt;太多的問號  答案也都不必找&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know you don't want things to go on like this. You know you want things to take a turn for the better. You know it depends on you. But you just can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not easy. After all the problems imposed, after all the inconvenience caused, to just turn away and pretend that I don't bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you don't mind. I know you don't care. I know it makes no difference to you. But I'm still bothered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you cannot keep your own secret, don't expect anyone to keep it for you." Now I suffer the consequences of my own actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a perfectionist. I cannot tolerate the slightest forms of imperfections in my life. I know I keep on harping on the nitty gritty things, which I should have just thrown to the back of my mind by now. Because there are more important things to do, more pressing issues on hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not happening now, but it doesn't mean it is not possible in the future. I will make an effort. No awkwardness yeah. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159184715948801431-1814960325590626584?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1814960325590626584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=1814960325590626584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/1814960325590626584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/1814960325590626584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2010/12/you-know-you-dont-want-things-to-go-on.html' title=''/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-8436745665292725424</id><published>2010-12-04T15:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T16:07:26.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fast forward.</title><content type='html'>The week zoomed past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week packed with 2 quizzes, and 2 projects, and many more tutorials to complete, as well as the need to start revising. It was crazyyyyyyy. But, so far, the tests' results were satisfactory. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like a subject and then score well for it? Or do you like a subject because you can score well for it? Hmmm, sometimes I get confused in life. And I stop and think, and realise I don't know where I'm heading towards. And I wonder if how many were in the same situation as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One plus more week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Did I say I'm on a hiatus?&lt;/s&gt; Why am I not on a hiatus yet!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159184715948801431-8436745665292725424?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8436745665292725424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=8436745665292725424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/8436745665292725424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/8436745665292725424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2010/12/fast-forward.html' title='Fast forward.'/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-3045123817488940423</id><published>2010-12-01T22:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T22:58:54.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Time is running out. So much things undone! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm craving for kimchi. CANIDA LEE I THINK I MISS MY KOREAN FOOD AGAIN! :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. This is not coincidence, I think it's a joke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159184715948801431-3045123817488940423?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3045123817488940423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=3045123817488940423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/3045123817488940423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/3045123817488940423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2010/12/time-is-running-out.html' title=''/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-8849776865629154472</id><published>2010-11-28T23:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T23:29:13.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>But life is not a fairytale.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/TPJzsWovjHI/AAAAAAAAAR4/myAEt4FOaCE/s1600/life%2527s%2Bno%2Bstorybook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 206px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544621297074408562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/TPJzsWovjHI/AAAAAAAAAR4/myAEt4FOaCE/s320/life%2527s%2Bno%2Bstorybook.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so affected once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhs, it wasn't supposed to end this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have been really laggggggggg but that's more because I stopped going to your profile. And I thought everything was still going strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think it still meant a lot to me, partly because it was always subconsciously on my mind. I was happy just seeing you happy and now I'm upset. I'm seriously moody right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/TPJzsGdVG9I/AAAAAAAAARw/b2i2207rKyY/s1600/biggest%2Bmistake%2Byou%2Bcan%2Bmake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544621292731571154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/TPJzsGdVG9I/AAAAAAAAARw/b2i2207rKyY/s320/biggest%2Bmistake%2Byou%2Bcan%2Bmake.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I made the biggest mistake once, twice, many a times. It was good that I can know about you once again, although many things could never be the same again. But, I guess, it is nice just seeing that you're happy the way you are. (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159184715948801431-8849776865629154472?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8849776865629154472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=8849776865629154472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/8849776865629154472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/8849776865629154472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2010/11/but-life-is-not-fairytale.html' title='But life is not a fairytale.'/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/TPJzsWovjHI/AAAAAAAAAR4/myAEt4FOaCE/s72-c/life%2527s%2Bno%2Bstorybook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-8093564729030146769</id><published>2010-11-28T17:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T17:29:12.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When time flies.</title><content type='html'>Hate how contradictory I am zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I don't have things to do, I grumble and say that 'Why is life so boring? Why am I rotting away instead of doing anything constructive?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I've too many things to do. Finals in just 15days, with marketing article report not yet done, and case study stats not yet started, and DrumZout stuff to do and more tutorials to do, and Stats and Econs quizzes to revise for. Gosh, and the result is... I'm having a bad headache now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I was attempting to start revising for my finals, but not knowing where to start. Then, I realize that I have to get my tutorials and lecture notes filed PROPERLY before I can even start reading right? I've to change the untidy habit of mine. And tada~ I actually spent 2-3 hours there trying to file everything. At least, its all neat and tidy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, Antonio's randomly SMS over asking if Chai and I wanted to meet for dinner. So, feeling guilty that I spoilt the meetup the last time, and I actually wanted to meet them too to take a break off mugging (like I ever started in the first place), I went out for dinner. It was a short plus nice catch-up session while we laugh at how noob we were when we were young and naive hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I really need to go on a hiatus. Goodbye, till I don't know when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Usually my hiatus never works. Haix.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159184715948801431-8093564729030146769?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/8093564729030146769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=8093564729030146769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/8093564729030146769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/8093564729030146769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2010/11/when-time-flies.html' title='When time flies.'/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-3943105229662221091</id><published>2010-11-24T23:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T23:57:59.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/TO0zWAAVluI/AAAAAAAAARo/jZac7jEpPYs/s1600/first%2Blove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543143169414502114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/TO0zWAAVluI/AAAAAAAAARo/jZac7jEpPYs/s320/first%2Blove.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/TO0zVCiFvQI/AAAAAAAAARg/bVtavoMAWqY/s1600/stalking%2Bmy%2Bcrush.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543143152913071362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/TO0zVCiFvQI/AAAAAAAAARg/bVtavoMAWqY/s320/stalking%2Bmy%2Bcrush.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/TO0zT4paUlI/AAAAAAAAARQ/wMdTZl91GrQ/s1600/not%2Ball%2Bthings%2Bhappen%2Bagain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543143133079556690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/TO0zT4paUlI/AAAAAAAAARQ/wMdTZl91GrQ/s320/not%2Ball%2Bthings%2Bhappen%2Bagain.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have you ever felt that way?! Like your heart was thumping so fast and you don't know how to react? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I call this coincidence. Just when you're leading your life well like that, a person from your past appears and he reminds you of everything. I guess it serves as a reminder that we should always move forward in life but treasure the past as well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was an indescribable feeling. Seeing you standing directly in front of me. When the MRT door opened, we looked at each other for &lt;s&gt;what seems like eternity&lt;/s&gt; 2 seconds, and a thousand thoughts ran through my mind. Should I smile and acknowledge you or what? In the end, I automatically looked away and walked away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was pure awkwardness coupled with a tinge of I don't know... excitement, maybe? For the rest of the day, I couldn't stop smiling when I think of our encounter. It was nice knowing that you were doing fine. (: And it's nice to bring back such awesome yet awful memories, reminisce a bit about the past, laugh at how stupid we were previously, and be glad that I've never regretted what I've done.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159184715948801431-3943105229662221091?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3943105229662221091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=3943105229662221091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/3943105229662221091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/3943105229662221091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2010/11/have-you-ever-felt-that-way-like-your.html' title=''/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/TO0zWAAVluI/AAAAAAAAARo/jZac7jEpPYs/s72-c/first%2Blove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-3614251208286059784</id><published>2010-11-22T22:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T23:58:09.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HTHT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/TOp_-ApjbKI/AAAAAAAAARI/Xy_bKDQl_sY/s1600/when%2Bwill%2Bi%2Bget%2Bthe%2Bcourage%2Bto%2Blove%2Bsomeone%2Bnew.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can I restate my points that Tumblr pictures posted may/may not have any associations with my blog posts/whatever I'm feeling right now? Please DO NOT assume too much. The quotes are just too awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was PS-ed by Canida, and then Jianbin, and I was mugging alone at some random bench outside LT27. Loner right, yeah I'm a lone ranger. ): Alright, mugging was productive but ineffective. In the sense that I was more like regurgitating (spelling looks weird eh) rather than processing information meaningfully. Ahhhs what happened to my brain cells!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at 130pm, I met Yingling for lunch. It's not lunchtime already ehh, my stomach was already making noises at 1130am, but I told her (because I'm a she, so my stomach must be a she too) that 'No, no food for you till 130pm, so be good.' and indeed, it stopped rioting at like 12pm or so. Alright, I sound like I'm writing a narrative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunchtime was HTHT time with Yingling. COT yeah! Hehh I'm feeling the trust everyone place upon me. Everyone (okay luh a few people) says 'Really cannot cannot say hor. Secret ahhh! Cannot even tell whowhowho hor!' I have this love-hate relationship with secrets. Like I feel that people entrusting their secrets to me makes me feel like I'm really important (alright, egoism at work :P) but at the same time, I'm afraid that I accidentally say the wrong stuff. So, usually, I tend to stop people from telling me stuff, esp if they ask me 'You must promise me you won't ever say out okay.' and I will reply 'Can you don't tell me please?' but don't worry yeah, now that your secrets are with me, it will stay within me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, off to mugggggg! Hello Yingling, I didn't know you're not a new blog reader! You've been reading my blog for the past 3 months? How many more silent readers out there?! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542382990221817090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/TOp_9v1WtQI/AAAAAAAAARA/hOIAaOp-BhM/s320/what%2Bif%2Bit%2Bis%2Bworth%2Bit%2Bto%2Blove.jpg" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/TOp_9TyYKxI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/gobAyjTU8BE/s1600/being%2Bover%2Beverything.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542382982693137170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/TOp_9TyYKxI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/gobAyjTU8BE/s320/being%2Bover%2Beverything.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;只是小傷口 那又為什麼 隨時碰就隨時痛&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159184715948801431-3614251208286059784?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/3614251208286059784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=3614251208286059784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/3614251208286059784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/3614251208286059784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2010/11/htht.html' title='HTHT!'/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/TOp_9v1WtQI/AAAAAAAAARA/hOIAaOp-BhM/s72-c/what%2Bif%2Bit%2Bis%2Bworth%2Bit%2Bto%2Blove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-7500513348346270377</id><published>2010-11-20T16:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T17:36:43.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I didn't mention this. Last DrumZout meeting for the semester already on 11th Nov!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picked our mortal for the 'Angel &amp;amp; Mortal' game that will be revealed during our camp! So looking forward to it :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehhh someone help me ehhh, give me suggestions on what I can do for mortal, and how!!! So, don't tell me things like 'pass his a packet of tissue when he's sneezing' because I can't outrighly pass it to him! :O I think the 'getting a gift for your mortal' idea is way easier. AND WHY 3 GOOD THINGS SOMEMORE?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some wonderful things I'm looking forward to after finals:&lt;br /&gt;1) FREEDOM yayyy!&lt;br /&gt;2) DrumZout Percussion camp from 3rd to 6th Jan 2011 :D&lt;br /&gt;3) CAC FOC Seniors' camp from 8th to 9th Jan 2011 :D&lt;br /&gt;4) Many other percussion practices and our parade down Orchard (:&lt;br /&gt;5) GWEN HWARNG &amp;amp; SHARIFAH SANIAH IS COMING BACK FROM FARAWAY LAND!&lt;br /&gt;6) Many many many meetups with lovelies (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gwen Hwarng is gonna reach on 20 Dec 12am. Nice one, you leave at such weird timings and you gonna come back at such weird timings too. I'M NOT GONNA WELCOME YOU AT THE AIRPORT! But you know I still love you right :DDDD Let's cook dinner again or something (: Come teach me how to make whatever you've learnt to make at S.Carolina!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Pictures below have no relations whatsoever with blogposts todayyyyyy. Please go to my Tumblr, &lt;a href="http://www.atthatmoment.tumblr.com/"&gt;www.atthatmoment.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;, for more such awesome quotes/pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/TOeGt7IzQqI/AAAAAAAAAQw/wBM5RMa2w4w/s1600/keep%2Bon%2Bhoping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541545990029525666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/TOeGt7IzQqI/AAAAAAAAAQw/wBM5RMa2w4w/s320/keep%2Bon%2Bhoping.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/TOeGtk-XFXI/AAAAAAAAAQo/P-Iy0C_9-24/s1600/even%2Bmiracles%2Btake%2Btime.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 202px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541545984080156018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/TOeGtk-XFXI/AAAAAAAAAQo/P-Iy0C_9-24/s320/even%2Bmiracles%2Btake%2Btime.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;P.S. Haixxx I really don't know what to do. Can everyone forget that I've an EC? ): I don't like how awkward it is between us now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159184715948801431-7500513348346270377?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7500513348346270377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=7500513348346270377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/7500513348346270377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/7500513348346270377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-think-i-didnt-mention-this.html' title=''/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/TOeGt7IzQqI/AAAAAAAAAQw/wBM5RMa2w4w/s72-c/keep%2Bon%2Bhoping.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-1669162729412809785</id><published>2010-11-16T22:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T22:38:44.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have a boring life, so I'm gonna rant about studies again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TELL ME HOW TO MAKE ME STUDY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I've so much so much SO MUCH things to do and I've done nothinggggggg everyday. I think someone should lock my laptop. Alright, I'm so gonna ask my sister to change the password BUT I need to check my NTU mail everyday (for Drumzout and canvassing stuff).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeeeeeeeeee, I always have excuses. Oh freak, I can keep on procrastinating but hello~! I DON'T HAVE TIME AND I THINK I SHOULD STOP ACTING LIKE I DO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is upsetting ): Why isn't my motivation coming back to me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/TOKVRwL4woI/AAAAAAAAAQg/U_lYeXeDF3Q/s1600/time%2Bis%2Ba%2Bluxury.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540154623844205186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/TOKVRwL4woI/AAAAAAAAAQg/U_lYeXeDF3Q/s320/time%2Bis%2Ba%2Bluxury.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/TOKVRSo76YI/AAAAAAAAAQY/OVuKRsbVI2c/s1600/change%2Bourselves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540154615912982914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/TOKVRSo76YI/AAAAAAAAAQY/OVuKRsbVI2c/s320/change%2Bourselves.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's Hari Raya, there's lessons oh yayyyy. o.O Alright, I agree, I don't need to celebrate, I should just get down to studying. Okay my grades aren't enough to tell me that I'm gonna be gone case if I don't mug. I need something more, something to hit me right in the face (but something that doesn't have too undesirable effects on my final results ehh).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"When we are no longer able to change a situation, we are challenged to change ourselves." It is kind of obvious that I failed to rise up to the challenge, FOR NOW. I WILL BUCK UP. I better do, if not I'm gonna start despising myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello and welcome to my new blog readers! Please stay loyal! (: HAHHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159184715948801431-1669162729412809785?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1669162729412809785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=1669162729412809785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/1669162729412809785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/1669162729412809785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-have-boring-life-so-im-gonna-rant.html' title=''/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/TOKVRwL4woI/AAAAAAAAAQg/U_lYeXeDF3Q/s72-c/time%2Bis%2Ba%2Bluxury.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-4285072257501249225</id><published>2010-11-15T12:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T12:42:23.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mugging has been a torture to me now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can just sit at my desk and stare into space for hours and not do a single thing at all! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAD BAD BAD! That's why I say I hate such indepedent learning style. You can heck all your tutorials and then the teachers won't really bother. (Unless of course, you couldn't answer the questions which they pose to you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got Stats test results, OB critical report, OB ethical report and Econs tests results back. Econs was a 9/10, sounds damn awesome right, but you look around and you realise there're quite a couple of 10/10 around, actually 9 is just an average ): Stats was baddddd, I think it's below average, and I'm upset ): I want ACTUARIAL SCIENCE luh, actually I'm not too sure if I want it but I'm kinda only considering between B&amp;amp;F and Actuarial now so Stats is ultra important to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda should be on a hiatus soon! 1 month more to exams, with many unfamiliar concepts and report grades and test results showing me that I'm just average, I need to work harder! And DrumZout meetings has stopped for exam preparation and then FOC stuff hasn't started though Impresario has lots of stuff these 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... I need money! I'm gonna have lots of shopping trips and outings during the holidays! AND GWEN HWARNG AND SHARIFAH SANIAH ARE COMING BACK! Hahah all the paid surveys money go to DrumZout funds. If only I can keep them HAHHA. BUT... I'm on my way to become the No. 1 fighter for canvassing! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159184715948801431-4285072257501249225?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/4285072257501249225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=4285072257501249225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/4285072257501249225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/4285072257501249225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2010/11/mugging-has-been-torture-to-me-now-i.html' title=''/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-2058781604577792774</id><published>2010-11-12T21:01:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T21:44:40.405+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/TN1CVB1Uf1I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/gzxPw80eVsQ/s1600/just%2Bbecause%2Byou%2Bapologize%2Bdoesnt%2Bmean%2Byou%2527re%2Bmagically%2Bfixed.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538656045772341074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/TN1CVB1Uf1I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/gzxPw80eVsQ/s320/just%2Bbecause%2Byou%2Bapologize%2Bdoesnt%2Bmean%2Byou%2527re%2Bmagically%2Bfixed.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/TN1CU0-GEiI/AAAAAAAAAQI/8aptxiqK9Gw/s1600/i%2Bwill%2Balways%2Bforgive%2Byou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538656042319483426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/TN1CU0-GEiI/AAAAAAAAAQI/8aptxiqK9Gw/s320/i%2Bwill%2Balways%2Bforgive%2Byou.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/TN1CUgJILPI/AAAAAAAAAQA/st2TCb7MTsE/s1600/the%2Bmore%2Byou%2Bcare%252C%2Bthe%2Bmore%2Byou%2Blose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 245px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538656036728614130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/TN1CUgJILPI/AAAAAAAAAQA/st2TCb7MTsE/s320/the%2Bmore%2Byou%2Bcare%252C%2Bthe%2Bmore%2Byou%2Blose.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm gonna be fine. But let me rant it out a bit now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TK, if you still read this (and you better do so only after Alevels), hahha, you remember how we used to quarrel everytime? There's another person who's like you. I think I'm meant to quarrel with people my whole life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can sense your sincerity from how serious you sound in your SMS. But, still, on second thoughts, isn't it scary how we are seemingly close and yet you are like that? Isn't is contradicting that because we are good friends, I should know how you feel and jolly well know that you don't mean what you say, but exactly because we're close, I expect you to treat me a little better?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many a times, those we want to treasure ended up being those we will hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think our friendship needs to be way stronger than this and it will only be better (I hope) after this time round. I feel like I'm exaggerating things a bit too much, it's just a brainless comment but that's exactly how I feel. Sometimes, I don't quite understand myself too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I'll be okay. It's only gonna be better. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159184715948801431-2058781604577792774?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2058781604577792774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=2058781604577792774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/2058781604577792774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/2058781604577792774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2010/11/im-gonna-be-fine.html' title=''/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/TN1CVB1Uf1I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/gzxPw80eVsQ/s72-c/just%2Bbecause%2Byou%2Bapologize%2Bdoesnt%2Bmean%2Byou%2527re%2Bmagically%2Bfixed.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-6432053658291945085</id><published>2010-11-09T23:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T00:06:02.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angry no more!</title><content type='html'>I'm pissed pissed pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the first time I'm pissed over you already ahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really dislike I.N.C.O.N.S.I.D.E.R.A.T.E people! Thank you, you just spoilt my mood today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I can be angry, like I get pissed once in a while but not the real 'flare-up' kind of angry. And I wish I would, so that it can act as some form of protest. That I really HATE what's happening now and you better do something to change it because your attitude is freaking bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND NO, IM NOT GOING TO GET WRINKLES FOR YOUR SAKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when I'm trying to be nice and arghh, that's it seriously. What a waste, but that's it. I need you to realise this: I'm v affected and you better change. I'm not demanding, but you're pushing your limits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159184715948801431-6432053658291945085?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6432053658291945085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=6432053658291945085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/6432053658291945085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/6432053658291945085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2010/11/angry-no-more.html' title='Angry no more!'/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-7729950781944300540</id><published>2010-11-07T18:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T18:27:31.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/TNZ6qinMehI/AAAAAAAAAPg/km5_ueB3pWo/s1600/best+friend+brings+out+the+best+in+me.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536747663162898962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/TNZ6qinMehI/AAAAAAAAAPg/km5_ueB3pWo/s320/best+friend+brings+out+the+best+in+me.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/TNZ6qSQ5ltI/AAAAAAAAAPY/-qSM3vKSMdE/s1600/bubbles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536747658774419154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/TNZ6qSQ5ltI/AAAAAAAAAPY/-qSM3vKSMdE/s320/bubbles.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Highlights of the week:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;CAC members' night.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Meetup with ZB &amp;amp; Chai.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;CAC members night was quite fun! I honestly think the company matters A LOT! Met with Rubin after OB and then we proceeded on to Hall 15 Function Hall for CAC Members Night. Stupid Bus C takes forever, seriously! As usual, Rubin and I talked about all the studies and stuff. I really admire how Rubin seems to handle everything with ease. Haix.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rubin and I were normally dressed and I got a shock seeing Josiah in a dress. Worse thing: the dress was so pretty luhh, ahh wahlao!! I was ashamed to sit beside him and refused to take a photo with him and covered my face when he forcefully pulled me into the picture. Gosh, hahha Alex was another shock. Woahhs generally, everyone was quite to the theme, ahhh why is everyone so cooperative?! Hahah oohs and Alex won the 'Best Dressed' again, two years in a row hahah. Ended the night exchanging gossips with my VP for Scandal Club, Shanshan, on the bus/MRT ride home :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday was Stats quiz, I did horrible gosh. And meetup after that with ZB &amp;amp; Chai. ): I have bad bad cramps gosh. OMG I feel like a SPINS talking about cramps openly but wells, I've to do so in order to illustrate how awesome ZB &amp;amp; Chai were. Anyw I was early at Cineleisure waiting for them, already in pain and feeling uncomfortable. And ZB came over and fetched me home after I vomited. I slept for a while when I reached home while the two went for dinner. And they were really sweet cause they came back to see how I was and stuff. However, they got lost and drove everywhere hahah I was so worried 'cause they took 30mins or more for a journey that's usually 5mins LOL. Then we chit-chatted at the playground downstairs for 2hours! I'm sorry for spoiling the meetup but it was an awesome chat anyways (: 7 years of friendship and counting!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reminder to self: Stop slacking! I'm dissatisfied with my results thus far. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reminder to self: Stop acting like a spoilt brat. I've been asking for too many car rides, and I'm starting to find myself irritating too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. : Kinda sucks to be a perfectionist. Spent hours trying to fix my new blogskin, actually for what?! When blogging is no longer IN now LOL. Perfectionism (?) at work ahh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159184715948801431-7729950781944300540?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/7729950781944300540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=7729950781944300540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/7729950781944300540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/7729950781944300540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2010/11/friendship-is-like-wine-it-gets-better.html' title='Friendship.'/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/TNZ6qinMehI/AAAAAAAAAPg/km5_ueB3pWo/s72-c/best+friend+brings+out+the+best+in+me.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-1023370309767609379</id><published>2010-10-31T21:28:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T22:03:19.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>October ended on a high note!</title><content type='html'>Yayyyyyyyyyyyyyyys a great way to end October! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was meeting with Lissya and An! Omggggg I haven't seen Lissya since MD senior girls' chalet. And then I haven't seen An since Cooking Day @ Gwen's house. OMGGGG speaking of them reminds me of Saniah and Gwen. COME BACK SOON GIRLS!!!!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yup, so Lissya and I and An had lunch at Secret Recipe, followed by a little shopping at Cotton On. Yayyyyy hahha more clothes after some time, and some casual dresses that i can wear to school yays :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG highlight (is it considered one?) of the week was that I actually left school at 12.10am after DrumZout meeting!!! Gosh, and hereby I would like to thank my chief, Eugene! (as well as Paklun) cause Eugene kindly drove me home!! And Paklun lives near Eugene, and so hence, had to follow along while Eugene sent me and Shanshan home!! Mygosh, Shanyl lives in Tampines somemore. AWESOME PEOPLE RIGHT (: That's why I bother to volunteer to help my chief out whenever needed hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mummy's complaining about the late nights from DrumZout though ): Boohoos!! I will try to leave early luh the next meeting. Latest by 11pm!! That means no practising of percussion or something already luh ): UPSET&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sick of this blogskin. Wanted to change one. BUT TOO LAZYYYY. Anyws, shall just end the post with pretty Tumblr pictures (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534209081069142386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/TM111nXeAXI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/m57mXRk422Q/s320/a+girl+shd+be+confident.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534209076630726098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/TM111W1RJdI/AAAAAAAAAPI/2ejMzjVtoo8/s320/who+never+left+your+side.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159184715948801431-1023370309767609379?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1023370309767609379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=1023370309767609379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/1023370309767609379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/1023370309767609379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2010/10/october-ended-on-high-note.html' title='October ended on a high note!'/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/TM111nXeAXI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/m57mXRk422Q/s72-c/a+girl+shd+be+confident.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-157923509382155199</id><published>2010-10-26T22:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T22:20:57.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>COME BACK TO ME!</title><content type='html'>I lost all my motivation to study/do productive stuff eg. DrumZout related/homework after one week of recess week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I didn't go out chit chat have fun a lot (besides Playnation and Halloween) but I didn't do anything productive too. Everyday I just spend my time on my laptop, and I wonder how come I actually manage to let time pass by like that?! Facebook updates damn slowly, and Twitter and Tumblr too. And I just kept blog-hopping around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THATS WHY SCHOOLS SHOULDNT GIVE ONE WEEK BREAK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's enough to make me slack but not enough for me to have damn lotsa fun and come back to studying once again. Aiyah wth wth, but I treasure that recess week too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;))))))))))))))))))): I NEED TO CONCENTRATE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159184715948801431-157923509382155199?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/157923509382155199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=157923509382155199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/157923509382155199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/157923509382155199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2010/10/come-back-to-me.html' title='COME BACK TO ME!'/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-6931365944903797431</id><published>2010-10-24T14:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T14:18:19.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPOOKTACULAR!</title><content type='html'>Sentosa SPOOKTACULAR with Rowan peeps on Friday night! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met for dinner first. I attempted to be early and was indeed 5mins early but half the group was close to 30mins late! Ohman so much for trying to be early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was a hard time coordinating things because some people aren't meeting for dinner and some people will be quite late. Ended up Mingzhan and Rubin couldn't even go for the trails and wasted 28bucks getting the ticket! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just like the zoo outing luh. Sentosa SPOOKTACULAR was boring, but Rowan was interesting! Hahah, alright frankly speaking, it wasn't THAT bad. But it was disappointing because it wasn't even scary! Honestly felt that NBS Fright night and CAC Adventure night was scarier! Hahahhh felt a bit cheated eh. I was scared mostly by Romario and Zhisheng. ARGHHH. Zhisheng shd just go and be one of the ghosts there next year, honestly!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all in all, I think it was a great gathering after a long time. Hmmm, when was the last one!! Yingling's mini bday celeb is only for a short while, and stargazing/Mt Faber was only a small group of us. Offhand, I really cannot remember when was the official gathering!! Was it dinner and movie BY Mr Chou? Hahah nonetheless, it was awesome. At least my recess week seem more proper after two awesome outings with DrumZout and Rowan respectively. :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 7: 4 turn-offs&lt;br /&gt;1. Cigarette smoke. Hence please don't be a smoker!! Esp to my friends.&lt;br /&gt;2. Tattoos. No offence but feels damn beng-ish ehh.&lt;br /&gt;3. Someone who thinks he's the whole world. Eg. the guy whom I cannot even rmb his name alr.&lt;br /&gt;4. White hair LOL. I feel damn grossed with white hair so I presume I gonna start dying my hair once I reach like 40 or smth when my white hair starts coming out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 8: 3 turn-ons&lt;br /&gt;1. Confidence but not over-confidence to the extent that you think ur the world. Yes I'm shooting at that guy in point 3 above again.&lt;br /&gt;2. Humour.&lt;br /&gt;3. Decisiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 9: 2 smileys that describe your life right now.&lt;br /&gt;1. (: Cause life's pretty good luh honestly.&lt;br /&gt;2. ): Cause recess week is over and I've done nothing productive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 10: 1 confession&lt;br /&gt;1. I always lie. White lie, big lie, small lies. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright 10-posts challenge done. Cause I actually wanted to start a 30-days one. Cannot imagine how long that will drag though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159184715948801431-6931365944903797431?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6931365944903797431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=6931365944903797431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/6931365944903797431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/6931365944903797431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2010/10/spooktacular.html' title='SPOOKTACULAR!'/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-6392485424420625315</id><published>2010-10-21T12:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T12:46:13.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drumzout!</title><content type='html'>Yays had an AWESOME DrumZout outing yesterday :DDDD&lt;br /&gt;(Still v influenced by Saniah&amp;amp;Gwen, AWESOME is still being used v frequently.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways hardworking Proggies and Liaisons took so long for their meetings!! Me and Yuewen were at one side, we walked like two rounds and decided to just stand there and chat because if we were to continue walking, we could have walked 10,20 rounds and they're not yet done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started dinner close to 730pm and then Mavis extended the timing to 830pm at PlayNation! Woots damn fun, SUPER MARIO :DDD Loves hahah, I didn't know Super Mario can be so addictive/exciting. Maybe it's just us hahha. I feel like I'm qualified to be in the Dumbcycle already LOLLLL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Alex's damn classic line is damn funny. 一个一个来，不要推我！！Hahahh and I love it that the WII control has the vibration LOLLL. When someone jumps on my character's head, I feel it on the WII thing hahahhh damn cool :DDDDD We entered the castle at least 10 times? And our strategy that night was to commit suicide hahahh damn hilarious. I remember at some point in time, I was laughing so hard that my stomach hurts and I cannot continue playing. YEAH THATS HOW FUN IT WAS :DDDD AND THE COMPANY MATTERS TOO LUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, then, I came out of the room to answer phone call and I saw Huixuan hahah!! She was out to answer phonecall too oh she didn't tell SPINS until I met SPINS at that toilet then she was like uber shocked. HAHAHH AHEM. (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum it up, I LOVE DRUMZOUT :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159184715948801431-6392485424420625315?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/6392485424420625315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=6392485424420625315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/6392485424420625315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/6392485424420625315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2010/10/drumzout.html' title='Drumzout!'/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-2162232378480802955</id><published>2010-10-18T22:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T23:29:58.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/TLxfZgLIaDI/AAAAAAAAAPA/2-iwXnzs-JY/s1600/there+are+certain+people+you+are+always+coming+back+to.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529399334242117682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/TLxfZgLIaDI/AAAAAAAAAPA/2-iwXnzs-JY/s320/there+are+certain+people+you+are+always+coming+back+to.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 6: 5 people who meant a lot. (In no order whatsoever.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NJC Malay Dance.&lt;/strong&gt; It was such a huge part of my life and I don't think I can survive JC well without these group of wonderful people. My lovely senior girls and the seniors juniors everyone who made my 2 years in NJMD the best ever. (:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BCD. (Namely Lilin, Steph, Peisi.)&lt;/strong&gt; It wouldn't have been easy without you girls when I had to balance between CCA commitments with studies. Mugging has been made less boring and stuff like that, and let's continue keeping close and staying in contact, esp faraway Stephanie!! (:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rowan&amp;amp;Pendra.&lt;/strong&gt; You guys made my life in uni way better. And although I'm always busy to come for every other Pendra&amp;amp;Rowan event, I try my best to. Because you guys created awesome memories for me during FOCs, and will continue to be the highlight of my uni days.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Family.&lt;/strong&gt; I usually don't express myself well with my family members. But I love them, for their care and concern. Even though my parents are rather strict with me etc, because there's still a place called home.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drumzout. &lt;/strong&gt;A new phase of my uni life. Drumzout just started but so far, I've been enjoying time with fellow Drumzout members, with most people called Dumbouts. HAHAH and I believe for the next year of Drumzout, it's only going to get more awesome and I'm only gonna get more bonded with them. :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159184715948801431-2162232378480802955?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2162232378480802955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=2162232378480802955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/2162232378480802955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/2162232378480802955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-6-5-people-who-meant-lot.html' title=''/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/TLxfZgLIaDI/AAAAAAAAAPA/2-iwXnzs-JY/s72-c/there+are+certain+people+you+are+always+coming+back+to.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-5065379844055023176</id><published>2010-10-17T20:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T21:27:56.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recess week!! (:</title><content type='html'>Yay recess week is here!! So happy (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I realise that it's not gonna be as relaxing as I thought it would be. And it definitely isn't gonna be slack. (Like I'm reading up on OB now, and there's still Econs and Stats test after recess week.) But at least I can wake up a bit later, meet up with a few people, get a bit more rest. Phew thank gawd for recess week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise my 10-posts (evolved from 10-days) challenge has dragged 1 month maybe? And I'm not even halfway through goshgosh. But I'm too busy to update during weekdays luh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay once again, a summary of the week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Monday: Handed up OB ethical case report, finally!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tuesday: Did stats report! And also explored the damn cool ADM library plus manual lift!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wednesday: Everyone else was discussing about stats report results during OB! :/ Met Rom Can Andrew for dinner and then proceeded for CAC FOC GL interview.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thursday: Had Pizza Hut with Lilin and Spins after lecture. Got Yingling a bday cake and luckily, bday surprise celebration went smoothly. Drumzout meeting was high! And Shanshan and I managed to catch the last train home after Alex dropped us at Pioneer MRT. I want to go eat supper with them too! ):&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friday: Marketing quiz is OVERRR. Ate Sakae Sushi with sis and mummy. Yucks hate Cityvibe Sakae. Everything is sold out and just arghh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was mugging away on Thursday night till 2am cause Drumzout meeting only ended at 11plus and I reached home at 12plus am. And I woke up at 7am the next day because I couldn't finish studying marketing. And and and... I did the questions in My Marketing Lab and I kept getting Cs and Ds and am always one grade below my class's average. Doing it that morning made me feel even worse gosh.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Day 5: 6 things you wish you had never done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;XY, I wish I had never ignored it. If I had taken effort/had more courage to face up to it, we wouldn't be what we have been now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SC, I wish I had put in more effort to it. If I had, I might not need to worry about it now and then, I might have been more disappointed, but I might have succeeded too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ZH, I wish I had never known about it. It was not good while it lasted, and it's even worse after it ended. I got caught in a scenario whereby I'm not sure which one is better.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gwen Hwarng &amp;amp; Sharifah Saniah, I wish I had never not spend more time with you guys. Missing you guys terribly, please come back soon! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish I had never not taken good care of my eyes. ): It has been not nice wearing specs and sometimes I'm lazy to wear contacts and stuff. I wish I had my perfect eyesight!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish I had never done many other things.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159184715948801431-5065379844055023176?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5065379844055023176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=5065379844055023176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/5065379844055023176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/5065379844055023176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2010/10/recess-week.html' title='Recess week!! (:'/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-2271903003686373457</id><published>2010-10-09T20:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T21:04:00.971+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Another week zoomed past! Like what I told Hwarng over email, that means another week for her to be back! (And I assume Saniah too!) I miss them, and I miss NJMD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the whole week was packed because I had to rush OB report out by next Monday 8am! I'm not done with it yet and it's only 100 more words to word limit, shucks I'll have such a hard time summarizing them next week! But at least after this week passes, I will feel more relieved, I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I realised that I'm being bullied everywhere I go. ): HAHAH! Besides getting suaned by Rowan everytime, my OB group also attacked me!! Hahah look at this interesting activity we did on Wednesday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rank the following from 1 to 12, with 1 being the most important for your survival:&lt;br /&gt;Ball of steel wool, Newspaper, Compass, Hand ax, Cigarette lighter, 45-caliber pistol, Section air map, Canvas, Shirt and pants, Can of shortening, Whiskey, Chocolate bars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, your plane crashed. The pilot cannot radio for help in time. The nearest town is 45miles away and you're on a deserted island with rivers and lakes and it's winter. But you and the other surviving passengers are dressed in appropriate winter clothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My no.1 choice was shirt and pants and everyone claimed I'd just die there. And then they told me never to get on a plane to be safe. Hello then my honeymoon how!!!! We then had to come up with a group ranking and in the end, my individual ranking is even closer to the experts' rankings as compared to my group's. The rest of my group are the ones who would die there luh!!! But all in all, I love my OB group :D They're such hilarious people. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was biz mag meeting. Before that I crashed Drumzout Proggie's meeting with Yingling :P Hahah we were eating dinner while they were discussing proper stuff hahah. And then yesterday afternoon was spent doing Stats project. My stats group people are quite funny too hahahh!! We got so stressed cause we changed our decision tree again and again LOL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/TLBirCMmT_I/AAAAAAAAAO4/2r-c4-Mvvl0/s1600/i+dont+feel+like+doing+anything+today.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526025234247208946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/TLBirCMmT_I/AAAAAAAAAO4/2r-c4-Mvvl0/s320/i+dont+feel+like+doing+anything+today.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Day 4: 7 things that cross your mind a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#01: Results!!&lt;br /&gt;#02: When will I have the time to meet up with my friends?!&lt;br /&gt;#03: Money issues!! (For biz mag and my tuition fees and generally, money to buy stuff :P )&lt;br /&gt;#04: A lot of 'what ifs'.&lt;br /&gt;#05: I hate my frizzy hair.&lt;br /&gt;#06: I need to diet.&lt;br /&gt;#07: The past.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159184715948801431-2271903003686373457?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/2271903003686373457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=2271903003686373457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/2271903003686373457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/2271903003686373457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2010/10/another-week-zoomed-past-like-what-i.html' title=''/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/TLBirCMmT_I/AAAAAAAAAO4/2r-c4-Mvvl0/s72-c/i+dont+feel+like+doing+anything+today.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-1041513322863895349</id><published>2010-10-02T18:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T19:13:51.821+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woah another week ended! I'm starting to get used to university life and independent learning (still preferred to be spoonfed) but I still hate the many projects/reports/presentations and I'm shamelessly proclaiming that I haven't started on any but I better start reading my OB ethical case tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A summary of events for the week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mugging with Canida and Rubin on Monday.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nasty useless bag broke.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Punctuality issue.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drumzout first meeting.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Point 1, I'm gonna meet Canida for mugging this coming Monday again. Because we only have 2hours of Econs lecture from 830-1030 every Monday and both of us are really not productive and just waste the whole Monday away at home, we decide to mug on Mondays. Hahah whether the plan can continue or not is another problem, at least we did something right! And yes, I asked Rubin for some help and advice on schoolwork.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Point 2, my stupid bag actually broke. ): Upsetttt, and hall friends cannot be trusted because they all dont carry extra bags around with them. But fine fine, that means I've an excuse to get a new bag/bagpack :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Point 3, yesterday was the first time in my four weeks of university life that I was early for a lesson (be it tutorial or seminar or lecture). I was incredibly late by 20mins for stats tutorial on Thursday. Woahhs right!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Point 4, first drumzout meeting on Wednesday night! Nice people around and Rubin still cannot stop embarrassing me hahah! I'm getting stressed on the first meeting as a BM. There're like so many things to do, but I can't wait to bond more with my Drumzout people (: And and and... Eugene drives! :DD Yayyyy more free car rides to MRT stations (at least). :DDDDD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/TKcMjPh2IUI/AAAAAAAAAOw/-XRIQnZqOqw/s1600/someone+who+stays+for+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523397267596648770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/TKcMjPh2IUI/AAAAAAAAAOw/-XRIQnZqOqw/s320/someone+who+stays+for+me.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Day 3: 8 ways to win your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Comfortable to talk to.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(And talks a lot i.e. friendly because I can just faint if you ask me to keep my mouth shut all day long. Neither do I want to be the one doing all the talking.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Sense of humour!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Laugher is the best medicine right. Or rather, just possess the ability to make me laugh.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Tall dark and handsome does not apply anymore. But short fair and ugly isn't good too.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Any Rowans reading this? Hahah once again, the decisive factor/a little MCP.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Not too goodlooking/popular.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; (It always gives girls this sense of insecurity doesnt it? And that's why AHEM remains as an eyecandy only.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;Non-smoker. I know I've friends who are smokers too but to me, in general, someone who doesn't even treasure himself doesn't deserve to treasure me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;My guy friend told me before that he prefers girls that are flat to fat. For me, I'd rather guys that are fat to flat.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Flat as in skinny ttm! And if you ever wore skinny jeans before, byebye.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;Be able to tolerate me.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(I realise I'm like so troublesome, picky, spolit brat at times blahblahblah.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/TKcMiqKuPiI/AAAAAAAAAOo/35NQTcqBxzI/s1600/not+prince+charming.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523397257567551010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/TKcMiqKuPiI/AAAAAAAAAOo/35NQTcqBxzI/s320/not+prince+charming.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159184715948801431-1041513322863895349?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/1041513322863895349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=1041513322863895349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/1041513322863895349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/1041513322863895349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2010/10/woah-another-week-ended-im-starting-to.html' title=''/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/TKcMjPh2IUI/AAAAAAAAAOw/-XRIQnZqOqw/s72-c/someone+who+stays+for+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-5685404851336332202</id><published>2010-09-26T18:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T18:25:48.488+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Day 2: 9 things about yourself.&lt;/span&gt; (Gosh it's like 1 month since the last post hahah 10-posts challenge is gonna span over a long time.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#01: I appear sociable, but &lt;em&gt;I hate ice-breaking sessions&lt;/em&gt;. It's always so awkward. But then again, my sociablity isn't fake one luhh, I sincerely&lt;em&gt; cannot survive&lt;/em&gt; without friends/talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#02: I love to eat, A LOT! I know I'm always talking about a diet hahah and I know why it never works. And I actually shd be glad that my weight isn't increasing despite eating nonstop and not exercising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#03: I am extremely lazy. I hate to pack stuff, I hate to do this and that. I dislike making my bed after I wake up (and sometimes, I don't do it :P just like today) This explains why I hate exercising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#04: I am contradicting. I want this but I want that too. I hate this but I like it too. I want to do this but I don't want to do it too. Oh yes yes, &lt;em&gt;you cannot have the cake and eat it too&lt;/em&gt;. Is there some phrase with the same meaning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#05: I hate to fail. I think I've high expectations of myself. I hate failures and stuff like that. I break down in front of failures (but behind others LOL). Words of wisdom: &lt;em&gt;Life will knock us down but we can choose to get back up.&lt;/em&gt; (Oh yeah, saying is way easier than doing it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#06: I hate to be forgotten/neglected. Even if I am of the slightest importance in your heart/ you have the least importance in my heart. Ohman I sound selfish. I guess I am lollllll, &lt;em&gt;I just hate to be just another memory.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#07: I'm fickle-minded. I like a lot of things and my tastes can just a lot within a short period of time. And yes, here's the reason why I've many eyecandies since I don't know when. (Hey but at least the latest one is good enough for most people to agree with me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#08: I think I'm quite rough etc (partly because I like sports) and not demure but the things I like are all very ladylike. Ie. pink, dance, long wavey hair, pretty dresses and I cry a lot when I watch dramas and read love stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#09: Sometimes,&lt;em&gt; I don't understand myself either&lt;/em&gt;. (P.S. I'm not mentally sick esp the part about the domineering boyf thingy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah how come this whole thing seems to be talking negatively about me. Tada, done for this post. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2159184715948801431-5685404851336332202?l=lizse-herstory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/feeds/5685404851336332202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2159184715948801431&amp;postID=5685404851336332202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/5685404851336332202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2159184715948801431/posts/default/5685404851336332202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizse-herstory.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-2.html' title='Day 2!'/><author><name>lizhu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12289304667773211636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/Sr8P9Mdk-iI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1nCR8dK9u3Y/S220/DSC02044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2159184715948801431.post-2879824664750910080</id><published>2010-09-26T17:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T18:02:07.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SRTTM! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/TJ8TTFEmyVI/AAAAAAAAAOg/HyNzqeJLWdg/s1600/happiest+people+make+the+most+out+of+everything.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521152886679456082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ycBfG4D6Exo/TJ8TTFEmyVI/AAAAAAAAAOg/HyNzqeJLWdg/s320/happiest+people+make+the+most+out+of+everything.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an AWESOME time with the SRTTM gang (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will zoom past the week because the highlight was on Friday night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was 2hours of Econs lecture at 830am which Jianb claims he will definitely pon if he has lessons then only. I went home after lecture and then went out with Juan to shoppppp! :DDD Hahah yeah fruitful shopping treat. Hahah satisfied for the next few weeks or so I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday evening was Siqi's bday celebration. Met up with Siqi Juehong Lilin Ross Tingyun Shaun. Quite a fun time catching up on each other's lives. A pity that Shengda has tuition cause his Alevels are coming hahah and Joseph has airforce BBQ and Pinglin's not free too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, yeah you know I was dreading Econs lessons &lt;strong&gt;SOO MUCHHHH&lt;/strong&gt;. I had like practically no friends there except Jan and everyone else seems to know each other. And then after class, thank gawd my sociable nature makes me want to/have to talk to someone and I made some friends and phew, Econs class is not that bad afterall!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlight of the day was that I received Jianb's message saying Peng wants to go stargazing and meet at 6pm! Gosh frantically called up like dont-know-how-many-people before finding Ross who is in hall. Hahah and then I reached Can A at 530pm and started a long and draggy wait for the others to arrive. Ate at Palette! Not too bad, just that it's kind of slightly more expensive. Finally got to get on top of the ADM grass patch yayys lovely view up there, hahah quite a romantic place. (: BUT BUT BUT... we didn't see Astro Club people so after 10mins or so we went to Eugene's hall 12 TV room. Again, got bored and stuff, and someone came up with a crazy Mount Faber idea and off we go!! Hahha haven't been that spontaneous for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah that's partly because I don't want to watch the Donnie Yen's movie. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I WANT TO WATCH HEARTBREAKERS LEHHHH! ):&lt;/span&gt; Anyway, we stopped by for a &lt;strong&gt;car wash&lt;/strong&gt;! Hahah Peng thought Eugene meant asking us to manually wash his car LOL. I'm so tickled and excited throughout the carwash hahah. ((((: Then yeah reached Mount Faber and started our &lt;strong&gt;Adventure Night&lt;/strong&gt; again after CAC FOC lol. Forest trek to find a shortest route to Henderson Waves was kinda a failure, but on the way, we saw &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pretty fireworks&lt;/span&gt;! : DDDDD Lucky us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat down and HTHT a bit about school and stuff. But the funniest thing was that Eugene has some age gap with us hahahha. I'm not sure if it's good to publicize here. But yeah, the night ended with Eugene sending me right to my doorstep because my phone battery died and my mum couldn't get hold of me and she's getting a bit angry so I abruptly stopped our HTHT and rushed home. Yayyyy hahah how awesome to have a car! &lt;em&gt;From &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Can A&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ADM &lt;/span&gt;to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;hall 12&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;petrol station for carwash&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mount Faber&lt;/span&gt; and to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;home&lt;/span&gt;, hahah transport for the night is Eugene's awesome yellowish-green car! &lt;/em&gt;Oh yeah forgot to mention that I met Yanhui along the way and went with her to say hi to Yitong and Yijun and Yitong sent me in her car to hall 14 to find Ross! So yeah &lt;strong&gt;Yitong, Sam, Weiquan&lt;/strong&gt;, you guys have awesome cars too :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eugene messaged the SRTTM gang randomly in the afternoon yesterday (while I was doing a &lt;em&gt;manicure&lt;/em&gt; with my sister hehh) for a random i-dont-know-what but I couldn't go because Mummy's still kind of angry. Ahhhh ): Nvm, more SR meetings to come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehh and I cannot wait for Wed's first official Drumzout meeting! Yayyyy I'm gonna have a balanced school life with &lt;strong&gt;fun&lt;/strong&gt; and commitment and work hahah. Not just lots of work and no fun. 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