<?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-8183237</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:05:14.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>M i n t _i n* a_ b o x</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mintclover.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183237/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintclover.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769359681766225324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/1948/320/Cool.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183237.post-111157238501062230</id><published>2005-03-31T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T06:33:09.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baguio</title><content type='html'>Well, Baguio was great fun! Know wut? A total of 2000++ people were saved!! *rejoice* Plus the trip was also a good experience for the members to bond and know each other better and to break down cliques. 2nd plus, its also a wonderful opportunity to find our goals in life and to do God's will and in the process grow closer to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the chance to experience celebrity lifestyle, although, perhaps not as much as Andrew, Melissa or Daniel did. The crowd treated them/us like celebrities, with all of the screaming, pulling at our T-shirts and all that.. However, the girls were noticably crazier than the guys. Daniel even had a girl run up to him and kiss him on the cheek. :D Ah, well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furthermore, the trip helped us realise the importance of prayer. And to rely on God and not our own ability or strength. My most memorable bit of the trip is the visit to the city church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kept this in the draft for age, its feeling rather stale now.. So, I'll just post it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183237-111157238501062230?l=mintclover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mintclover.blogspot.com/feeds/111157238501062230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183237&amp;postID=111157238501062230' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183237/posts/default/111157238501062230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183237/posts/default/111157238501062230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintclover.blogspot.com/2005/03/baguio.html' title='Baguio'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769359681766225324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/1948/320/Cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183237.post-111035669507772779</id><published>2005-03-09T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T00:24:55.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Esther's Bday!!!</title><content type='html'>Oh yea, I can't believe I left this out of my post juz now.. Today, is &lt;strong&gt;Esther&lt;/strong&gt;'s bday!!! Yep yep, happy bday to her! Hmm, I know u dun read my blog but anyway a very happy bday to you.. I wouldn't be able to run cf without you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to all those not in the know, Esther's the vice-prez in cf. And she's this really capable, strong, sweet, pretty gal. Most importantly, strong and wise in the Word of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;log&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183237-111035669507772779?l=mintclover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mintclover.blogspot.com/feeds/111035669507772779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183237&amp;postID=111035669507772779' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183237/posts/default/111035669507772779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183237/posts/default/111035669507772779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintclover.blogspot.com/2005/03/esthers-bday.html' title='Esther&apos;s Bday!!!'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769359681766225324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/1948/320/Cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183237.post-111035563414583211</id><published>2005-03-09T16:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T00:07:14.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty...</title><content type='html'>Dear beloved readers, (if any exist apart from et) I strongly encourage you ppl to use the comment link at the bottom of each post.. It gets rather discouraging when I don't get any response from the audience, u know all that bout having a good rapport wif audience and all that..? Well, hope to see some comments soon. Thanx! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to move on to deeper waters. Beauty. Its all bosh that physical beauty doesn't matter. The core of human nature is always partial to beauty. Its all around you, love partner, marketing, packaging, advertising.. Especially, in the area of llove and sales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God, God made me pretty.. Guys don't look twice at ugly girls (no matter what they say), and vice versa.. In sales especially, you wrap everythin up into a nice eye-catching package. And customers lap it all up eventhough the quality s*cks.. And advertising boosts sales tremendously.. Why? Beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty gives an unfair advantage.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a matrix of lies and twisted truths. Nothing is true, except for the one truth, Jesus Christ. Without him, I wouldn't be where I am today.. No way. I'd probably have jumped of a building already what with this pithole we live in.. Thank God for Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's changed me tremendously, undoubtedly.. If it wasn't for him, I'll be chasing the wrong goals, b*tchy, hot-tempered and worse.. Braden thinks I'm an optimist, Brendan does too (in fact).. But I wonder if they truly see the innermost workings of my brain.. My blog has turned in to a place where part of my soul is bared. Or rather, I fancy so.. But my blog has turned into a place were my thoughts can be aired freely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for blogs. Well, all in all.. As a conclusion, life is twisted reality and beauty is essential. And God rules above all! Amen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183237-111035563414583211?l=mintclover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mintclover.blogspot.com/feeds/111035563414583211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183237&amp;postID=111035563414583211' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183237/posts/default/111035563414583211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183237/posts/default/111035563414583211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintclover.blogspot.com/2005/03/beauty.html' title='Beauty...'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769359681766225324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/1948/320/Cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183237.post-111003407453768458</id><published>2005-03-05T22:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T06:53:05.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revelation</title><content type='html'>Hmm, I received a revelation today.. Its something my parents told me.. I have come to the conclusion that I think too highly of myself and my opinions. Um, in the sense that I always think that I'm better than all those surrounding me. For example, I think that my english teacher's english isn't good, some leaders aren't good, etc, etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah, this is a rather personal post.. Hmm, I'm not sure if I mind ppl reading this.. Well, and I think that I don't really like thinking of myself in the wrong even if I am. Aiya, I can't find the words to articulate my meaning.. Just that, I shud stop thinking judgementally of ppl. And stop thinkin that I'm always right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, to move on to other less soul-searching stuff.. Firstly, we lost the drama, as expected and predicted. But the process was fun. Especially loved the make-up, dressing-up part of it. Secondly, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MEI YII &lt;/span&gt;is back!!!!! I've missed her so so very much this 3months. She's gotten darker and stronger but as pretty as ever.. My darling cousin is back! Hip Hip Hurrah! =D And on the plus side, we're going Baguio next week! Mei yii, Hui yii and I. The trip will be a good chance for me to catch up with her and her NS stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, lastly, exams have been strangely uneventful. On hindsight, maybe not strangely..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, my movie start liao!! I want to watch it! Its called "The Gods must have been crazy". And its about this Zulu tribe who worship &amp;amp; fight over a coke can which dropped from the sky. *grin* Shud be entertaining.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183237-111003407453768458?l=mintclover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mintclover.blogspot.com/feeds/111003407453768458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183237&amp;postID=111003407453768458' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183237/posts/default/111003407453768458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183237/posts/default/111003407453768458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintclover.blogspot.com/2005/03/revelation.html' title='Revelation'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769359681766225324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/1948/320/Cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183237.post-110958114193634694</id><published>2005-02-28T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T00:59:01.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Truth!</title><content type='html'>Hmm, after much thought and pondering.. I think that no matter how much I pretend it isn't so.. Physical appearances do matter quite a bit to me. I know all that preachy stuff about not judging a book by their cover, in fact, I myself preach it. I just find it hard to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do. &lt;/span&gt;Hmm, as in just normal frenz, I dun care how u look like, I'll accept you the way you are.. But when it comes into considering you as my boyfriend. Then, looks are taken into account of. *sigh* I wonder if its just me or is the whole world like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, mr michael will be bringing us to drama competition this thursday. And well, there's no hope of us winning. Or even coming close to a win. All we can do right now, is to try to save ourselves from embarrassment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I wonder.. Is what I'm unable to do limited only by my mental blocks? I don't think I can act.. But is that really true? I dunno.. I'm reevaluating the matter.. Thanx to krys, and partly mr michael.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be counting on your prayers for my exams. *grin* Thanx!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183237-110958114193634694?l=mintclover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mintclover.blogspot.com/feeds/110958114193634694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183237&amp;postID=110958114193634694' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183237/posts/default/110958114193634694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183237/posts/default/110958114193634694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintclover.blogspot.com/2005/02/truth.html' title='The Truth!'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769359681766225324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/1948/320/Cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183237.post-110908699540731611</id><published>2005-02-22T23:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T07:43:15.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All About Love....... =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;According to the Hebrew definition, love is separated into 3 categories.&lt;br /&gt;a) &lt;b&gt;agape&lt;/b&gt; = God's love for us, the perfect love&lt;br /&gt;b)&lt;b&gt; phileo&lt;/b&gt; = Friendship type of love, tender affection&lt;br /&gt;c)&lt;b&gt; ahab&lt;/b&gt; or &lt;b&gt;aheb = &lt;/b&gt;either familial, romantic or friendship. May also signify sexual lust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, since Valentines just passed not too long ago.. Or at least since i miseed blogging about it, I shall blog about it now. I believe that true love isn't about physical looks or character or personality. When you truly love someone from the bottom of your heart, you learn to forgive the fact that they own a huge nose or like to smoke or is a critic. You just accept them the way they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what agape love is. God died for us while we were yet sinners. He died for the murderers, robbers, liars, adulterers, &lt;b&gt;you and me&lt;/b&gt;. He accepted us, he didn't try to change us, he just hoped that through His love for us we would change. And through His love, touch and influence others to change too.. In fact, the Bible describes Christian love as agape love. That's a real challenge isn't it? Hah, to love all mankind no matter what their faults are? That would be really tough..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phileo love needs time and lots of understanding. I relate it as to the kind of love me and krys have for each other. It is also the love Jesus had for a certain disciple. Phileo is tender affection. Hmm, nothing much to elaborate on this point. Shall leave it to your own imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahab or aheb love... I shall talk about this love in the romantic and sexual context. Well, firstly this love needs maturity. Spiritual and mental maturity. When you think you like someone and want to kau them or accept them check your motives first. Do you want to be with them for personal benefits or because you want to care for them. And most importantly, don't give in to peer pressure, don't accept someone just because everyone around you has a boyfriend. Trust me it won't work out, I've been there and done that. Lastly, remain sexually pure for God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and a tip for finding a bf/gf. =D Pls pls pls don't be desperate.. Keep your cool and pray for a partner and one will pop up right before your very eyes in no time at all. So stay cool and don't be desperate. And spread God's love around the world! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;1 Cor13:4-6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices in the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always perseveres.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183237-110908699540731611?l=mintclover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mintclover.blogspot.com/feeds/110908699540731611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183237&amp;postID=110908699540731611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183237/posts/default/110908699540731611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183237/posts/default/110908699540731611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintclover.blogspot.com/2005/02/all-about-love_22.html' title='All About Love....... =)'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769359681766225324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/1948/320/Cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183237.post-110890137087989192</id><published>2005-02-20T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T04:09:30.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im Back!!!</title><content type='html'>Hey dearies!!! I'm BACK!!! =D Read krys and ee wennie's blog juz now. Den, read my own. And somehow I just realised how very very much I've missed blogging. Therfrefore, I've come to the conclusion that I shall blog again. And hopefully hopefully, this time I'll stay committed to my blog. *shoos flies* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's still that little teeny weeny irritating problem of the blinking taggy but if it still does't work yhan I shall delete it!! Muahahahaha... I shall be so happy to get rid of that stewpid thing once and for all.. Then, those of you faithful readers shall have to resort to using the comment link at the bottom of each post loh.. Hope that won't be to bothersome.. Sorry.. But well, cest la vie.. (Hmm, probably spelled it wrong.. Enlighten me pls someone?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I wonder how many ppl will actually realise I have continued blogging.. Well, help me spread it through word of mouth la.. Oh and thanx so very much ET, you devoutness to the blog contributes a lot to my motivation to contine blogging. God bless you!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;K la, shall blog more next time and give you an update on life. *grinz* Lovin my life a lot!!!! See ya, peeps!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183237-110890137087989192?l=mintclover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mintclover.blogspot.com/feeds/110890137087989192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183237&amp;postID=110890137087989192' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183237/posts/default/110890137087989192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183237/posts/default/110890137087989192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintclover.blogspot.com/2005/02/im-back.html' title='Im Back!!!'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769359681766225324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/1948/320/Cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183237.post-110180544023022419</id><published>2004-11-30T16:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T01:04:00.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Cyber cafe</title><content type='html'>I'm in the cyber cafe now. Yep, typin out the cg message for daddy. Oh btw, I won't ba able to go cg this fri.. Sniff sniff.. Cos it clashes with planet shakers concert and I'll be going for that instead. =( Sniff, I'll miss going for cg.. (Note to aaron/adrian: Help me tell li peng on fri)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, my parent's office kinda like caught fire. Or to be exact, the fire escape at the back of the office caught fire. It was kinda scary. The toilets and back room were thick with smoke. It turned out that the cause of the fire was a bunch of drug addicts were taking drugs in the fire escape and somehow somthing caught fire cause they were high and wasn't paying attention. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People got rather panicky, running around with pails of water. I didn't really realise the danger though cos my parent's were so casual about it. Mum just got her secretary to call the bomba then we left the office for lunch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we came back, there was 2 fire engines and firemen walking around. By that time, there fire was out already lar.. Although still got smoke and blackened walls. Was kinda cool. =D Something to add into my life experiences,ya know? Never saw real life firemen nor fire engine before till today. =D *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, I need to make a revised bit of something to my future plan. Hehe, mei yii, hui yii and I decided awhile ago that we'll build our houses/vacation houses next to each other. All 3 houses on a single plot of land. And have a swimming pool, pool table, basketball court and other nice stuff. =D And stay together!! Yippee, wouldn't that be so fun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh crap, something just hit me... *smacks head* If my com is spoilt and I am forced to reformat or if I simply can't on it anymore... Then, all my lovely lovely pictures would be gone gone gone. And I have so many that I can't afford to lose.. No no.. Please don't tel me they're gone. Please everybody, please pray really hard for my com.. If I can't get my stuff back, I'll dive from KL tower.. Urgh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God, I pray my com stuff will not disappear. And that all the people who pray for me will be blessed abundantly in return. In your name, amen. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183237-110180544023022419?l=mintclover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mintclover.blogspot.com/feeds/110180544023022419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183237&amp;postID=110180544023022419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183237/posts/default/110180544023022419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183237/posts/default/110180544023022419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintclover.blogspot.com/2004/11/in-cyber-cafe.html' title='In Cyber cafe'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769359681766225324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/1948/320/Cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183237.post-110170595549578934</id><published>2004-11-29T13:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-28T21:25:55.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grrrr... Com Spoil!!!</title><content type='html'>Bleh, I dunno why but I cannot on my com liao.. So, I haven't been bloggin for awhile.. I'm in Yan yee's house now supposed to be doing the camp name tags now, but blogging instead.. hehe.. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I drove on Fri night!! Hehe, my dad taught me how to drive. Hehe, and I was using his BMW 5-series.. It was so cool driving, I luuurrrve driving!! I really can't wait to get my license. He taught me how to drive straight, turn left and right, U-turn and reverse. The reversing was the hardest part, and the u-turning was the funnest. Hehe, the biggest mistake i made was pressing the accelerator too hard (the engine is too powerful liao) then panicking when I saw a bump up ahead and braking so hard the car went from a 40km/h to a standstill stop in a matter of seconds. =D Can't wait to drive again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, i had a really weird dream the night before last night. I dreamt of going to the prom but i forgot to buy my prom dress so I had to go in my sch uniform and white shoes.. *pulls a long face* And I dunno why but in the dream dat didn't upset me at all.. Ewww, imagine if it was true. Neway, I remember there was a guy with different coloured eyes in my dream. One was blue and the other grey. Or mebbe it was green and the other brown. Sumthin like that, can't recall.. Neway, he was using coloured contact lenses. Hmm, when I woke up I thought that was really cool. I've a good mind to try that one day. =D    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my dream, I had 2 dogs and a cat. One was star, my real doggie, a black huge big doggie, and a cat which looked somewhat like a thinner version of garfield. The black dog and the cat seemed to be suffering for some kind of skin disease. The cat had some kind of deer antler thing on the left side of its forehead. But the antler had no branch, just the tuft of growing horn. Hmm, it ws a weird dream. Hehe, do you think dreams have a hdden meaning behind them? =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183237-110170595549578934?l=mintclover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mintclover.blogspot.com/feeds/110170595549578934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183237&amp;postID=110170595549578934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183237/posts/default/110170595549578934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183237/posts/default/110170595549578934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintclover.blogspot.com/2004/11/grrrr-com-spoil.html' title='Grrrr... Com Spoil!!!'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769359681766225324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/1948/320/Cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183237.post-110114063716498817</id><published>2004-11-22T00:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T02:59:02.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lotsa Stuff!!</title><content type='html'>Hehe, I have soo much stuff to blog I dunno where to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;FRIDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cow's birthday!! Hehe, happy 17th bday to you. Mooooo... Must drive krys and I around when you get your car ya? :D Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neway, went caroling practise in the morning and arrived there super late. But hey, it twasn't 100%-ly my fault. Mostly, I was waiting for my bro and then my mum. But partly, my fault cos I was supposed to wake them up but I myself woke up late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After, caroling then went to one utama for CF camp committee meeting. We went to McD and dragged a few tables and joined them together and held the meeting there. Hehe, was weird having a meeting in such an open place like McD but nevertheless it was cool. All the camp stuff is finally falling neatly into place. Yippee!! So happy! =D Neway, if you plan to sign up for camp better do it quick otherwise gonna close registration oredi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Date:&lt;/span&gt;  5th to 9th Dec &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Place:&lt;/span&gt; Jungle Lodge, Gombak (but gather at tapak first, den take bus der)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Price:&lt;/span&gt; RM120 only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and if wanna sign up for FGA camp better do it quick too. Closing date is next week if I'm not mistaken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neway, went to watch &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Incredibles&lt;/span&gt; and it was really really good. A must-watch show. Hehe, when I left I felt like wanting to be a superhero. You noe, dat mushy feeling good books and movies leave you with? Wanting to live in their world. *ponders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been in a chatty mood recently. Everytime I wanna blog, then I think twice, then I realise that I don't really want ppl to know &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; certain something which i say, think, did.. Hehe, part of me wants to grow up and the other part wants to stay young forever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PROS of growing up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) can &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;drive&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;2) get a bf, experience true love and get married&lt;br /&gt;3) have kids&lt;br /&gt;4) the possiblities &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;out there&lt;/span&gt;(the can-bes)&lt;br /&gt;5) the chance to get &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;RICH&lt;/span&gt; ($$$)&lt;br /&gt;6) urm, can't think of anymore.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;CONS of growing up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) responsibility (although this is kinda like a double-edged sword kinda thing...)&lt;br /&gt;2) more decisions to make&lt;br /&gt;3) kinda scary&lt;br /&gt;4) riskier&lt;br /&gt;5) basically, SCARY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, whatever.. Change subject. Hmm, guess I dunno wut else to say.. I'll blog another time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183237-110114063716498817?l=mintclover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mintclover.blogspot.com/feeds/110114063716498817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183237&amp;postID=110114063716498817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183237/posts/default/110114063716498817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183237/posts/default/110114063716498817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintclover.blogspot.com/2004/11/lotsa-stuff.html' title='Lotsa Stuff!!'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769359681766225324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/1948/320/Cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183237.post-110059337456372313</id><published>2004-11-16T16:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T00:25:32.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grrr....</title><content type='html'>Bleh!!!! Stewpid taggie!!! Why oh why doesn't it work properly?? Why izit blinkin?? And why is www.shoutbox.com not allowing me to register?? Sniff sniff.. Pls, work....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neway, let's move on. I'll fix the taggie some other day when I've regained my patience..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh gosh, I opened up www.cursor&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mania&lt;/span&gt;.com in another browser window and i terpressed something giving the com a few instructions at the same time and the whole com went completely crazy.. Opened up about 40++ windows and wouldn't stop. I had to "close group" and "close group" and still it kept on opening.. In the end, had to go to task manager and close the whole browser down. And in the process, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nearly&lt;/span&gt; losing this post.. Hehe.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mania &lt;/span&gt;indeed.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;SATURDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To continue, wif my life.. Spent the weekend in Tampin, negeri sembilan visiting my uncle &amp; his family. It was fun &amp;amp; boring at the same time. As always, kampungs are boring and monotonous cos there's nothing to do.. Hmm, but thank God dis time it was near the A Famosa Hotel in Melaka. And its a pretty cool place, had an Animal Farm, Water Park, and Cowboy Town and all that.. The animals were really clever, a talking and singing parrot, cycling monkeys, golfing orang utans, rolling bears and all. Clever stuff.. I loved the elepehants. They were soo cute!! Hehe, I even ended up wif elephant saliva and bits of sugarcane on my hand after the elephant grabbed my hand wif its huge trunk. Disgusting yet cool. Hehe, if you get my drift..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cowboy Town was a cool place too.. Loved the Red Indians!! *swoons* They made very realistic Red Indians in their leather loincloths and rippling shiny muscles.. And the way they gallop pass sooo swiftly on their horses. Incredibly yeng! And the bloodcurdling yells had all the kids and overgrown adults (mostly &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;men&lt;/span&gt; ) following suit by the end of the day.. I loved the fire-eating stunts too. And the way they twirled the fire batons were WOW-ing.. Amazing.. Din get to go the Water Park though.. Nobody in my family knows how to swim except for dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was great fun at the AFamosa Hotel. Hmm, have you guys noticed the adverts around? There's quite a number on billboards and newspapers even television. Go there, its a not bad place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;SUNDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sniff sniff, din get to go church.. By this time, I was missing church tremendously.. Starting to understand how ET and Joanne feels when they dun get to go CF. *sigh* Neway, I got my bible food that night at my uncle's church dedication. They had just purchased and built a new church. And a pretty big church! Watched all &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;five&lt;/span&gt; of my cousins dancing. Dey were all really cute and good. Btw, lemme list out my cousins and their age for you:&lt;br /&gt;(1) Hannah, f, 13&lt;br /&gt;(2) Sarah, f, 11&lt;br /&gt;(3) Letitia, f, 9/10 *can't remember age&lt;br /&gt;(4) Daniel, m, 8&lt;br /&gt;(5) Cordelia, f, 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, they're a huge family.. Wif mostly females. Cute but noisy bunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, gtg now. Neway, was a great dedication service. Nice weekend. God bless my cousins! =) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183237-110059337456372313?l=mintclover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mintclover.blogspot.com/feeds/110059337456372313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183237&amp;postID=110059337456372313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183237/posts/default/110059337456372313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183237/posts/default/110059337456372313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintclover.blogspot.com/2004/11/grrr.html' title='Grrr....'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769359681766225324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/1948/320/Cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183237.post-110027484488776316</id><published>2004-11-12T23:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T08:04:50.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams For My Future..</title><content type='html'>Thought about my future on my bday night.. Seriously thinking bout what I wanted to be 10yrs from now. What I wanted to see myself do.. Jotted them all down in my diary (hehe, the paper-pen diary).. And now I'll jot them here for your reading pleasure. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My whole life plan:&lt;br /&gt;I intend to study hard, work hard, play hard and thoroughly enjoy myself and be financially independent before I marry. My nett-worth shall be 10million by the age of 30. And I plan to get married around the age of 27/28. Hehe, yea, I noe that's very old &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt;... That's what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna have my first child when I'm 29. My 2nd child when I'm 33, followed by age 35, age 38 and age 40. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;, 5 children. =D They'll be an awful handful but, I love kids. Hmm, love feeling that they're my own flesh and blood and i brought them up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went through a Hebrew language diary and chosen a few Hebrew names for my future kids. **** Kai Li/Lee will be the name of one of the boys, and his short name will be &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kai&lt;/span&gt;. Kai means water in Hebrew. And it'll also be a tribute to Krys, whose full name is Krystle Wong &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Kai Li&lt;/span&gt;. And I've always been partial water. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Selena&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Charis&lt;/span&gt;. Selena means moon. And Charis means grace. My parents used to want to call me Charis when I was young but the name never stuck, somehow.. Hehe, imagine if I was called Charis right now instead of Liz. *ponders* Hmm, btw what do you guys think about Chazach/ Chazaq/ Kazach as a guy's name? I'm still wondering if it's suitable.. Then we could call him &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Zach&lt;/span&gt;. Chazach means strength in Hebrew. But I'm still wondering if it looks and sounds too weird.. Does it? And also do you think Kai sounds too much like chicken in Cantonese? Hmm, hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I reach age &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;38&lt;/span&gt;, I'll retire and devout myself completely to my kids. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pre-38&lt;/span&gt;, I'll be running a business hopefully corporate.. And donating money to various christian organisations, charities and non-profit organisations.&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Post-38&lt;/span&gt;, I'll take care of my kids, work part-time in church, and be a volunteer for charity work. Plus I wanna be involved with some gospel work somewhere somehow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;60&lt;/span&gt;, that's when my youngest will be 20 yrs old, Both hubby and I will retire, drop all stressful tasks and devout ourselves to God's work, rest &amp; relax. We'll also use this time to really bond together. We'll get a vacation home on the French Riviera? Or mebbe Paris? Hawaii? Or Bali? Phuket? I dunno where.. But I noe that I definitely want one of those floating houses on the sea, those on stilts. And wif some transparent glass slabs here and der so, we can look straight down at the sea and also a roofless-shower.. *grin* And maybe we'll get a luxury yacht too.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neway, bottomline is we'll enjoy ourselves. And keep ourselves industrious by staying involved with ministry work. Plus we'll do some real estate work, so, we can still be assured of a steady income. In case of emergencies, like mebbe ungrateful kids.. *touch wood!* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, of course all these are flexible plans. It still all depends on &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mr Future Husband&lt;/span&gt;'s plans and wishes. And also depends on the timing of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Jesus's coming&lt;/span&gt;  back for us. So, yea.. It still depends..     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, thank you to all the ppl who called, sms-ed me for my bday. May God bless you tons!! And pui munny, thanx for the midnight call. Miss you, dear.. And meng fai, your call came really unexpected. Thanx. God bless! God bless! And all the SPM-ers enjoy your break and put this time to good use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy holidays everyone! Happy Deepavali! Happy Hari Raya! And christmas is coming up!! *toothy wide grin* Yippee!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183237-110027484488776316?l=mintclover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mintclover.blogspot.com/feeds/110027484488776316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183237&amp;postID=110027484488776316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183237/posts/default/110027484488776316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183237/posts/default/110027484488776316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintclover.blogspot.com/2004/11/dreams-for-my-future.html' title='Dreams For My Future..'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769359681766225324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/1948/320/Cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183237.post-110010527584539251</id><published>2004-11-11T00:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T08:53:00.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/1948/640/Ending%20cake.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/1948/320/Ending%20cake.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I chopped it.. Before I/ we ruined it, chopped it summore and finished it. *double grin*&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183237-110010527584539251?l=mintclover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mintclover.blogspot.com/feeds/110010527584539251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183237&amp;postID=110010527584539251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183237/posts/default/110010527584539251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183237/posts/default/110010527584539251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintclover.blogspot.com/2004/11/after-i-chopped-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769359681766225324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/1948/320/Cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183237.post-110010520888759045</id><published>2004-11-10T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T08:49:46.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/1948/640/starting%20cake.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/1948/320/starting%20cake.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cake ET, esther, yan yee, tian an, and fiona got for me!! Before I chopped it. *grin* &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183237-110010520888759045?l=mintclover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mintclover.blogspot.com/feeds/110010520888759045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183237&amp;postID=110010520888759045' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183237/posts/default/110010520888759045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183237/posts/default/110010520888759045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintclover.blogspot.com/2004/11/cake-et-esther-yan-yee-tian-and-fiona.html' title=''/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769359681766225324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/1948/320/Cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183237.post-110010446260741554</id><published>2004-11-10T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T08:54:11.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday &amp; Wed (2in-1)</title><content type='html'>                        &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well, today's my 16th birthday!! :D So so so very happy! ET bought a bithday cake for me!! Was the very first bday cake I got which was not parents-bought. So happy! Joy!! :D Was so yummy summore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, and I kinda like kena my mouth smash it in cos Yan Yee push my head in.. And I ended up wif a white cream moustache.. Hmm, din knoe whether to laugh or yell!! Got a really nice card from them drawn by Tian An. Really nice poem inside. I'll post it after I get the publishing-rights and approval from him. I like the poem, especially certain lines. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks everyone for all your kind bday wishes! God bless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gtg, mum chasing me to bed. Really pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, juz made it in time for my bday post! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Monday (the day before yesterday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was really a much too eventful day to miss blogging about. In fact, being able to blog about it was the most prominent thought in my mind while undergoing the whole ordeal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;dad's car overheated&lt;/span&gt;! In the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;rain&lt;/span&gt;! Hehe, ironic isn't it? Anyway, lemme start at the beginning. After a gruelling morning's work at the office, my parents decided to bring me to a really classy chinese restaurant in a KL hotel to celebrate an early bday. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;But..&lt;/span&gt; When we arrived at &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2.33pm&lt;/span&gt;, the hotel had closed for lunch. Apparently, they took their last lunch order at &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2.30pm&lt;/span&gt;. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, from the high-class restaurant.. We dropped to a mamak-ish style chicken rice stall in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Chi Cheong Gai&lt;/span&gt; (Petaling Street)instead. Cos it was nearby, fast and convenient. What a steep decline in class. Den, dad drove to K Avenue for his cleaning project der. (K Avenue is the shopping mall opposite KLCC dat's due to open &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;soon&lt;/span&gt;) However, upon leaving &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Chi Cheong Gai&lt;/span&gt; dad's car started to whirr in a most alarming manner and pretty soon we realised dat the car engine's temperature had risen to the RED DANGER spot according to the dashboard. Dat was really alarming cos dat meant it could catch fire anytime. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Switched off&lt;/span&gt; the air-con. Proceeded to call up the mechanic on the phone and asked &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;how&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Why&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, all we had to do was to keep the car moving. If we &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;moved&lt;/span&gt;, the temperature would be normal. If we &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;stopped&lt;/span&gt;, the temperature would rise. however, dat's hard to do when you're caught in the so-many traffic lights around &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Chi Cheong Gai&lt;/span&gt;. Dad ended up having to turn off the engine each time we stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The meeting in K Avenue had to be canceled. Stopped by at a mamak to let the engine cool down. Dad stole the mamak's menu to fan his car engine. He was a sight especially in his sweat-drenched shirt. A big wind soon blew and it ws evident a storm was coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we rushed home in the car as it started drizzling. Got caught in the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;world's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;biggest parling lot&lt;/span&gt;, a.k.a. kl traffic jam!! Had to on car, off car, on car, off car.. Each time we crawled along the road. Horror of horrors! To make things worse, the car windows started steaming up cos the temperature outside the car was much cooler than inside.. (Hehe, kondensasi, Frm3 sains..) The air-con was still &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;off&lt;/span&gt; remember? Ugh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The windows had to be winded down some so the cool &amp; hot air could be &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;seimbang&lt;/span&gt;. But still the mist prevailed and now the rain started beating in and drenching &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;us&lt;/span&gt; and dad's precious leather seats.. Terrible! We started using the hazard lights in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;hopes&lt;/span&gt; of driver's giving way to our car. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt; well, put &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Malaysian &lt;/span&gt; drivers, traffic jams and thunder storms together and of course they won't give way. They even cut our lane and overtaking us and all that. Most mean of dem! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, so, these are the conditions suffered:&lt;br /&gt;(1) Crawling forward in a might-catch-fire car&lt;br /&gt;(2) Crawling in a KL traffic jam&lt;br /&gt;(3) Having to on &amp; off the car engine&lt;br /&gt;(4) No air-con (hot as a sauna)&lt;br /&gt;(5) Rain beating in&lt;br /&gt;(6) Bad visibility due to rain and misty windows&lt;br /&gt;(7) Drenched in sweat and rain&lt;br /&gt;(8) &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Fear of fire &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thank God it ended safely back in the PJ mechanic's..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, we saw in the newspaper dat KL had a very bad traffic jam yesterday due to ramadhan, rain, and fallen trees blocking the roads. Imagine.. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183237-110010446260741554?l=mintclover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mintclover.blogspot.com/feeds/110010446260741554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183237&amp;postID=110010446260741554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183237/posts/default/110010446260741554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183237/posts/default/110010446260741554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintclover.blogspot.com/2004/11/monday-wed-2in-1.html' title='Monday &amp; Wed (2in-1)'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769359681766225324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/1948/320/Cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183237.post-109975968526972619</id><published>2004-11-07T00:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T08:48:05.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life..</title><content type='html'>*sniff* I've gotten sick bit bit lately.. Runnny nose and headache.. Got it really bad on thur night at LCCI class.. Felt as though my head was spinning round and round and about to explode. Called my mum during break time and went home. Felt as though if I stayed any longer I might vomit. *Bleurgh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, neway, I'm much much better now. =D Hmm, fooled around with the camera and took some pics of myself and i have mixed feelings over them cos dey simply dun look like me.. Hmm, maybe I'll post some up some day.. When I get more comfortable with them.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cell group was super fun last night, as usual. Wish we could have it every week! On hindsight, maybe not. Cos it might lose its novelty and start to feel like an obligation. The part I like best about cg is the fellowship, chatting wif one another, making frenz, gettin to know each other better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(OOPS, was supposed  to call somebody at 12, juz remembered. Hehe, guess its too late oredi kua.. So sorry)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, we played a really fun game in cg. Had sumthin to do wif ducks, quacks and clapping. I'll teach it to you next time if you ask me. =P Laughed our asses off dat night. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LOVE CG!!!&lt;/span&gt; CG rocks to the max!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you all!! (especially the SPM-ers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, juz recalled an incident today. Sumthin I wanted to blog about, hehe.. I came back from church wif edison and his brothers cos din have any alternatives. Hmm, firstly felt weird being the oni girl in a car full of guys. Assorted ages I might add.. 19yrs, 16 yrs and 11yrs and 11 yrs. One of the 11yr old being my bro, Jian Soon. Neway, dat's not the point..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is, Edison and Elvin (the 19 and 16 yr old guy) thinks/thought I a Frm5. Hmm, and I've known dem rather well for nearly &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2yrs&lt;/span&gt; now. Wut wif seeing dem in CG and every weekend in church.. And dey thought I'm Frm5.. Hmm, I suppose I'm flattered. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183237-109975968526972619?l=mintclover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mintclover.blogspot.com/feeds/109975968526972619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183237&amp;postID=109975968526972619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183237/posts/default/109975968526972619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183237/posts/default/109975968526972619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintclover.blogspot.com/2004/11/life.html' title='Life..'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769359681766225324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/1948/320/Cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183237.post-109976234802445419</id><published>2004-11-06T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T09:32:28.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/1948/640/liznjapfamily.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/1948/320/liznjapfamily.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, fun fun!! *rubs hands in glee*&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183237-109976234802445419?l=mintclover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mintclover.blogspot.com/feeds/109976234802445419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183237&amp;postID=109976234802445419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183237/posts/default/109976234802445419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183237/posts/default/109976234802445419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintclover.blogspot.com/2004/11/hehe-fun-fun-rubs-hands-in-glee.html' title=''/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769359681766225324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/1948/320/Cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183237.post-109976229645390647</id><published>2004-11-06T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T09:31:36.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/1948/640/lizpout.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/1948/320/lizpout.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purikura rocks!! Can you see my host mum?&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183237-109976229645390647?l=mintclover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mintclover.blogspot.com/feeds/109976229645390647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183237&amp;postID=109976229645390647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183237/posts/default/109976229645390647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183237/posts/default/109976229645390647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintclover.blogspot.com/2004/11/purikura-rocks-can-you-see-my-host-mum.html' title=''/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769359681766225324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/1948/320/Cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183237.post-109976223770512445</id><published>2004-11-06T09:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T09:30:37.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/1948/640/lizhostfamily2.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/1948/320/lizhostfamily2.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purikura with my host sisters and me =P&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183237-109976223770512445?l=mintclover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mintclover.blogspot.com/feeds/109976223770512445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183237&amp;postID=109976223770512445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183237/posts/default/109976223770512445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183237/posts/default/109976223770512445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintclover.blogspot.com/2004/11/purikura-with-my-host-sisters-and-me-p.html' title=''/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769359681766225324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/1948/320/Cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183237.post-109976220268476750</id><published>2004-11-06T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T09:30:02.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/1948/640/lizboo.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/1948/320/lizboo.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japan purikura with Ayana&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183237-109976220268476750?l=mintclover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mintclover.blogspot.com/feeds/109976220268476750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183237&amp;postID=109976220268476750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183237/posts/default/109976220268476750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183237/posts/default/109976220268476750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintclover.blogspot.com/2004/11/japan-purikura-with-ayana.html' title=''/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769359681766225324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/1948/320/Cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183237.post-109976015418522290</id><published>2004-11-05T23:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T08:55:54.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TO: My dear darling cousin</title><content type='html'>*sings*&lt;br /&gt; Happy birthday to Mei Yii&lt;br /&gt; Happy birthday to Mei Yii&lt;br /&gt; Happy Birthday to Mei Yi-iiiiii&lt;br /&gt; Happy Bii-rrthday to yo-oouuuu&lt;br /&gt;*sings*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, a bit out of tune and off-key but I'm sure you understand right? =P Neway, enjoy your special blessed day and God bless!! Btw, the song was sang Hallelujah, opera, style. =D Hehe.. The same style as the songs we sang on the way back from isetan(i tink) last week. Remember that awful sounding-style? =D *grin*  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you get lots of prezzies! *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183237-109976015418522290?l=mintclover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mintclover.blogspot.com/feeds/109976015418522290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183237&amp;postID=109976015418522290' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183237/posts/default/109976015418522290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183237/posts/default/109976015418522290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintclover.blogspot.com/2004/11/to-my-dear-darling-cousin.html' title='TO: My dear darling cousin'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769359681766225324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/1948/320/Cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183237.post-109956077032329107</id><published>2004-11-04T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T02:00:59.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>High school, College, Work?</title><content type='html'>Hmm, sorry for not blogging for so long. I've been busy cos I started working for my dad. Working is fun although rather headachy at times.. My dad's office is a complete mess and the files don't make sense. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;And &lt;/span&gt;my job is to straighten and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;tidify&lt;/span&gt; things up.. Confusing really, such a job.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, on tue (or was it wed?) I was in my mum's car and we were leaving the office on our way back home when I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;saw&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;familiar stocky figure..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"Eh, that guy looks like perng?"&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, wait a sec, the baldy beside him looks like ronald? And hey, that's cow and suan aik! So, I called cow and told him that I spotted dem. =D But he din share my enthusiasm.. *sigh* He nonchalantly oh-ed and dat was about it. Hmm, baker's cottage in kelana jaya is not a place I wud expect 4 teenage guys to hang out. =P And well after inquiring, cow said they dun go der often. So , that's that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday (wed), during lunch hour, my mum and I went to systematic college in ss2. Hehe, actually I registered &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;last year&lt;/span&gt; for LCCI course but I never went for any of the classes cos they alwiz clashed wif my other tuitions. But neway, since I oredi registered and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;paid&lt;/span&gt; the admission fee, I have to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;start &lt;/span&gt; attending the course. So, yesterday I went there and re-registered for the course.... And apparently my timing was very timely cos classes for Nov-intake started on the very same night in just a few more hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, so at night. Classes started at 6.30pm and I arrived so-not fashionably &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;half an&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;hr late&lt;/span&gt; at 7pm. Thank God, the lecturer was nice! She said she din mind us coming late cos some of us were working and she understands how bosses can be such pigheads *nods nods* *pretends to look like a working adult* and etc etc.. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;But &lt;/span&gt; she wants us to pay attention in class and go home and revise..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The class environment was very different. For one, it was really quiet. Maybe this was due to the fact that there were only 9ppl in class? Or mebbe it was becos dis were all working adults wif no sense of humour? Or mebbe it was cos everybody paid for their classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, i gtg. Mummmy's yelling and slamming doors and she claims I'm late and we have to leave now eventhough I haven't had dinner.. Bother her.. Its oni 6pm and she wants me to leave now!! Bleh.. Its soooo early..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183237-109956077032329107?l=mintclover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mintclover.blogspot.com/feeds/109956077032329107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183237&amp;postID=109956077032329107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183237/posts/default/109956077032329107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183237/posts/default/109956077032329107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintclover.blogspot.com/2004/11/high-school-college-work.html' title='High school, College, Work?'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769359681766225324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/1948/320/Cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183237.post-109932257978312650</id><published>2004-11-01T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T07:48:55.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expectations..</title><content type='html'>Today I went to times square with my mum. Did a lot of christmas shopping, and bought some stuff for me also lar.. Realised how much i ought to be grateful for having parents as nice as this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to know this guy called Ah Ming last year thru rather weird and suspicicious circumstances. Namely a wrong call to the wrong person *grin* Hmm, he claimed to be cute and really leng chai and all.. But he's &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;.. Hmm, and I dunno why, but looks suddenly seem to matter so much. Heh, eventhough everyone alwiz says looks comes second to character. But well, in real life its an entirely different matter it seems. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt;, he kinda looks scary and shifty.. You noe, dat kinda cantonese ah beng.. He looks like dat.. *reflects* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neway, God bless him. I hope he finds real love, someday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;# Names have been changed to ensure decorum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hehe, in case someone who knows &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt; ever reads dis)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183237-109932257978312650?l=mintclover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mintclover.blogspot.com/feeds/109932257978312650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183237&amp;postID=109932257978312650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183237/posts/default/109932257978312650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183237/posts/default/109932257978312650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintclover.blogspot.com/2004/11/expectations.html' title='Expectations..'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769359681766225324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/1948/320/Cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183237.post-109924554631960225</id><published>2004-10-31T01:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T05:32:16.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*yawn*</title><content type='html'>Hehe, I'm sleepy. So, let's make this brief. So, today.. Was fun. Oh wait let's start wif yesterday, saturday. Went for a post orientation for the afs Japan thing. Was really nice to meet everyone again! Sharing our experiences and all, was nolstalgic. Aih, so many ppl met their romantic somebody over there.. I was the unlucky one, posted in a location wif shy guys.. *sigh* And Shah had such a dang &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cute &lt;/span&gt; rugby player guy!! Ee, jealous.. *turning green* But i suppose it was most probably better dis way lar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, den, went church in the afternoon. Church was fun, as usual. And today was &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Awards Day!!!!&lt;/span&gt; Guess wut, my care group &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;won!!!!&lt;/span&gt; Yippee!! And the best part, the prize is RM300 subsidy for the philippines mission exposure trip!!! *grin* I can't wait to go! And the other best part, my parents allowed me to go!! Plus my cousins are goin too!! =D So so so so happy, fun, exciting, interesting, benificial, cool, surreal, and good experience! =D Can't wait..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, after church went gombak together with et and yanyee. Went for lunch first at ming tien in tmn megah. Hehe, i tried fried ice cream for the first time in my life.. And hmm, it wasn't too good an experience.. Nobody told me it would be &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; messy..  My hands were dripping with ice cream by the time I was done with it. I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;thank God&lt;/span&gt; that nobody I liked (in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; way) saw me &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;eating like that&lt;/span&gt;. So messy.. *squirm* Felt like a 5-yr old kid. I wish I was warned first of how the ice cream would squirt and melt and flow.. Ice cream..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, drove to the campsite. Et, ever the self-sacrificing hero drove us there despite battling valiantly, drenched in his perspire (in other words, sweat) thru petrol stations and terrible L-drivers.. Thank God for him, truly.. I wouldn't be able to do without him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the campsite was so beautiful! It looked like a kampung resort or something.. There even was this really cool pond with water lilies and angsas =D And this little bamboo hut and chickens roaming freely and all.. Plus got swimming pool, muahaha.. I foresee a lot of water fights.. =P And there's a river marking the camp boundaries and you have to cross a bridge in order to get across, really cool.. The only bad bits are, cold water baths and blood-thirsty mosquitoes. So, if you're goin for the camp prepare A LOT of mosquitoe repellent. =D Hehe, i'll be bringing enuff for everybody in the camp.. Kind me. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K la, gtg. Nitey nitez! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183237-109924554631960225?l=mintclover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mintclover.blogspot.com/feeds/109924554631960225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183237&amp;postID=109924554631960225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183237/posts/default/109924554631960225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183237/posts/default/109924554631960225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintclover.blogspot.com/2004/10/yawn.html' title='*yawn*'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769359681766225324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/1948/320/Cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183237.post-109908159184359083</id><published>2004-10-30T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T13:26:31.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So late!!</title><content type='html'>Gosh, its 4.23am oredi!! I've been concentrating so much on my blog that I din even notice the time! I'll look like a panda tomorrow. Summore I have to wake up at 7.55am!! That leaves me with only 3plus hrs of sleep!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, neway, wut do you think of the blog? I'm overjoyed! Ecstatic with happiness, euphoria! =) =D !!!! K la, gotta sleep oredi.. Nitey nitez! *hugz and squishes all in sight* Hehe, too happy liao! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183237-109908159184359083?l=mintclover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mintclover.blogspot.com/feeds/109908159184359083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183237&amp;postID=109908159184359083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183237/posts/default/109908159184359083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183237/posts/default/109908159184359083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintclover.blogspot.com/2004/10/so-late.html' title='So late!!'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769359681766225324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/1948/320/Cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183237.post-109907372179811146</id><published>2004-10-30T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T11:16:19.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I am yet again..</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm praying that this post won't be swallowed up by blogger like what happened last time I blogged. Well, I want to blog and blogger shall not &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;stop&lt;/span&gt; me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I went to KL today with my mum, aunty carol and mei yii, hui yii. Spent most of the day looking for a prom dress for mei yii. *sigh* I wish I could go for prom too.. It was so fun and exciting, the prom hype, ya know? =P And the dresses were absolutely 100 percently gorgeous!! *swoons* I can't wait till I get to go for prom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, died laughing today. You have no idea how much fun it can be squished in a changing room (high class changing room wif furry stools) tugging, pulling, twisting at dresses. =D Hmm, satu kesimpulan daripada pemerhatian of today: prom dresses are awfully mafan to wear.. Its quite impossible to get into one by yourself. I suggest a standby sister or cousin nearby ready to assist you in wearing it. =D Fascinating stuff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some snippets of today's dialog:&lt;br /&gt;"Pull up or pull down?"&lt;br /&gt;"Do you think they can hear us?"&lt;br /&gt;"Hehe, feel so bad trying so many of their dresses"&lt;br /&gt;"That shopkeeper is so snobbish. Don't want to give her business."&lt;br /&gt;"Aiya, how can you stretch the string like dat?"&lt;br /&gt;"Do you think daddy and mummy will let me wear something so revealing?"&lt;br /&gt;"Pull higher a bit lar.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, throughout the whole ordeal we were in fits of laughter. Crcked my face laughing. =D Though now, when blogging all these I can't seem to instill all that humour throgh the words.. Heh, was great fun anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the memorable parts of the day was when we were entering Nike shop. &lt;br /&gt;Mei Yii: "Hui Yii, help!! My heel is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;stuck&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, her heel went into the little crack of the doorway and stuck fast.&lt;br /&gt;Then, in the end mei yii had to remove her shoe and reach down to pull out her shoe. And hui yii had to go back to the crack again to pull out the rubber sole part of the heel which dropped off.. =D And me? I was the laughing bystander. The shop promoters? Staring at us &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;gobsmacked&lt;/span&gt;. *blush blush* Embarassing event, especially for poor mei yii who couldn't move from the shop's doorway for want of a shoe heel... *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The icing which ended the day was the car trip home. Chatted about singing out of tune very loudly (in front of unknown listeners), memories involving an escalator and 2boxes of cake, memories of toilets, imitating a certain guy, care group and celine dion, etc.. Loved today! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bwahahahaha!! *laughing with tears rolling down my face while clutching at my tummy and rolling about on the car seat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bwahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183237-109907372179811146?l=mintclover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mintclover.blogspot.com/feeds/109907372179811146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183237&amp;postID=109907372179811146' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183237/posts/default/109907372179811146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183237/posts/default/109907372179811146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintclover.blogspot.com/2004/10/here-i-am-yet-again.html' title='Here I am yet again..'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769359681766225324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/1948/320/Cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183237.post-109908117308295694</id><published>2004-10-29T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T13:19:33.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/1948/640/DSCN9040.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/1948/320/DSCN9040.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see any naked bodies around? *grin*&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183237-109908117308295694?l=mintclover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mintclover.blogspot.com/feeds/109908117308295694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183237&amp;postID=109908117308295694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183237/posts/default/109908117308295694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183237/posts/default/109908117308295694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintclover.blogspot.com/2004/10/can-you-see-any-naked-bodies-around_29.html' title=''/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769359681766225324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/1948/320/Cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183237.post-109908103100674130</id><published>2004-10-29T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T13:17:11.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/1948/640/DSCN9041.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/1948/320/DSCN9041.1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe, the ofuro in Japan! =P&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183237-109908103100674130?l=mintclover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mintclover.blogspot.com/feeds/109908103100674130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183237&amp;postID=109908103100674130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183237/posts/default/109908103100674130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183237/posts/default/109908103100674130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintclover.blogspot.com/2004/10/hehe-ofuro-in-japan-p.html' title=''/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769359681766225324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/1948/320/Cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183237.post-109616247515337877</id><published>2004-09-25T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T18:34:35.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hecticness!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Gosh, im frantic. I have to go to the bus station soon to go to Tokyo and I packed my bags all in a rush. I had to cram everythin in and sit on the bag as I slammed it shut. Gosh, I hope my bags aren't over 20kg so I dunnit to pay money when I fly back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the &lt;strong&gt;worst&lt;/strong&gt; is I forgot my bag's lock combination number!!!! God, help me!!! All my clothes are in dat bag (even my pyjamas) and I dun see how im goin to survive wif oni the clothes on my bag till wed!!! Im goin to call my parents tonite and hopefully dey'll remember the combination number..... Pls God!!!! Crap, and its a new bag. So, mebbe dey won't remember the number oso.. But God, u're d oni thing im holding onto now. God's my oni hope. I can't believe I locked it and turned the numbers den oni realised I can't remember the numbers!!! God help. Pray for me. At least I haven't lost my bag or sumthin but dis is nearly s bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie ,I gtg. Dis will be my last post in Japan. So, see all u ppl in MAlaysia on Wed. ANd pls pray for my bag!!! *runnin round the room tearing all my hair out* And God knoes, I oredi have too little hair, bald spots and all!!!! Argh!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183237-109616247515337877?l=mintclover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mintclover.blogspot.com/feeds/109616247515337877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183237&amp;postID=109616247515337877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183237/posts/default/109616247515337877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183237/posts/default/109616247515337877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintclover.blogspot.com/2004/09/hecticness.html' title='Hecticness!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769359681766225324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/1948/320/Cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183237.post-109609683087967632</id><published>2004-09-24T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T00:20:30.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yea!!! English!!!</title><content type='html'>Thank God its in english dis time.. Neway, life has been really great! Have been doing a lot of first time stuff over here.. First time, harvesting rice; first time, painting a house; first time, kendo; first time, kyodo.. Yea, you read correctly.. I helped to paint my host's family's house.. We painted the outside of it and had to climb metal platforms and such.. It was really rather scary climbing up so high with no support. And definite death or serious injury if we fall!! Neway, I survived and now I can boast that I've painted a house!! *grin* Btw, Kendo is japanese fencing and Kyodo is Japanese archery. And yea, both of dem is &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; tiring......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, was my last day in school.. I'll miss all of dem A LOT!!! Never even got to say proper goodbyes to everyone cos der wasn't even enuff time. And din have a chance for friendships to blossom properly anyway.. Makes me wonder bout alll the could-bes.. &lt;strong&gt;Especially&lt;/strong&gt; if you happen to meet a romantic could-be/might-be.. *sigh* I suppose der's cute guys in malaysia too, neway.. But man, I get weak in the knees at the sight of a full-blooded male.. *swoon* Who is athletic and has broad shoulders and muscular arms.. Who is also nice, caring, kind, sweet.. Dang, the perfect guy.. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neway, I have been giving and receiving &lt;strong&gt;a lot &lt;/strong&gt;of presents lately.. I've got so many presents dat it feels like my bday.. Nearly cried yesterday.. I dunno whether it was out of joy or sadness.. Its so weird being sad and happy at the same time. Happy cos of all the presents and knowing dat ppl care; sad cos you're leaving dem and most probably never ever going to be seeing them &lt;strong&gt;ever&lt;/strong&gt; again........ It's really saddening. Meeting new ppl, getting to know dem, den having to leave so freakingly soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I can't wait to go home and see my family and frenz again.. Yea, all &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt; ppl reding dis blog, I MISS YOU!! *sigh* Still, Im feeling rather sad now. So, pls excuse me and all the sighs.. I dowan to go back yet!! Its too short.. (Pls, forgive me for saying so.. But its the way I feel and im simply being frank wif u) I dowan to say sayonara, dowan to leave my host family forever.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neway, I'll be arriving back in Malaysia nex week on wed. I dunno wut time though.. But I shud be in sch again on Thur. Today's my last day here in Inashi. Tomolo I'll be taking the bus back to Tokyo. The 11am bus, time time wif ppl here no more.. Im feeling rather sentimental today seeing as I'll &lt;strong&gt;never ever &lt;/strong&gt;be seeing dis ppl again (the chances are really slim). I'll miss Aki and Chiaki (my hosts sisters), miss my host parents, Ayana, Miki, Tomoko, Kanako, Haruka, Hitomi, Taito.. *sniff sniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, goodbyes suck..! Neway, dis will most likely be my last blog here in Japan seeing as I won't be having computer access in Tokyo.. We'll be living in the National Youth Centre again, and schedules will be strict. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, life here has been great wif lots of memories and experiences.. Classes were rather boring considering dey're all in Japanese and I can't understand a single word. So, I fell asleep a couple of times. *grin* Im a poor ambassador of malaysia, a bad example.. But its hard paying attention when der's nothing to pay attention at except the teachaer's facial expression!! Plus the class is so quiet you can even hear a pin dropping to the ground. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had exams last week so I spent my time in the English Teachers's Office instead. Folded origami, mada misanga (friendship bracelets), and read English books borrowed to me by Amy sensei. (sensei=teacher) Amy sensei was born in Cananda but both her parents are Japanese. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gtg, help wif dinner. I'll continue bloggin later.. Promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183237-109609683087967632?l=mintclover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mintclover.blogspot.com/feeds/109609683087967632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183237&amp;postID=109609683087967632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183237/posts/default/109609683087967632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183237/posts/default/109609683087967632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintclover.blogspot.com/2004/09/yea-english.html' title='Yea!!! English!!!'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769359681766225324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/1948/320/Cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183237.post-109542540541036939</id><published>2004-09-17T05:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T05:50:05.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleh..</title><content type='html'>I dunno how to change my last blog.. Um, kwee if u're free and have nothing betta to do, dewn mebbe u cud try help me change it? Neway, if you go into the edit posts thingy it's in English so U'll be able to read my post. That wud make you the oni person able to read it :D Pls, do go read it der la, it has sum interestin stuff. And yea, I'll pray for ur exams and for everyone else too.. Especially for all u ppl who read my blog :D &lt;strong&gt;Kwee: dun worry bout exams, God blessed you wif a wonderful brain. And he'll continue to bless you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, life in Japan is very different. They're lots more healthier and exercise a lot more than we malaysians. For the sch marathon nex week, the students have to run 30km!!! And dey run 3km twice a week for PJK. And thier fashion sense is terrible. They like the colour grassy dark green.. Ewww, ugly. And the in-colour seems to be dat ugly green or yellow. Eww... And they layer and layer.. Skirts over pants, sleeveless over short sleeves, short sleeves over long sleeves etc..  But the weird thing is pierced ears aren't common here.. There's no ear piercing shops. If u want to pierce ur ears der's dis DIY ear piercing kit that u can buy from shopping malls. And the gals like wearing sailormoon kinda uniform to sch. Seriously, no kidding!! Wif the collar, ribbon, short skirt and all.. I'll show u the pix when I get home.. Feels kinda like Im in a cartoon show sumtimes. And dey wear dat uniform eventhough its no uniform required. Juz weae outside, going out clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, gtg.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183237-109542540541036939?l=mintclover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mintclover.blogspot.com/feeds/109542540541036939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183237&amp;postID=109542540541036939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183237/posts/default/109542540541036939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183237/posts/default/109542540541036939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintclover.blogspot.com/2004/09/bleh.html' title='Bleh..'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769359681766225324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/1948/320/Cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183237.post-109549526781338126</id><published>2004-09-16T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T01:14:27.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired...</title><content type='html'>I am so so tired.. My legs ache like crap.. Yesterday, i had to wake at 6 den walked to the &lt;em&gt;Eki&lt;/em&gt; (train station) which is at least one km away den got on train.. Got off train den walked at least another km to &lt;em&gt;gakko&lt;/em&gt; (school). Den, had to run 3km for PE. Apparently, dey have PE twice a week and have to run 3km each time. their marathon is next month and dey &lt;strong&gt;have to run 30km!!!&lt;/strong&gt; I am so glad i won't be here next month for the marathon.. Den, after sch at 3.30pm, had to go for Kendo club. Btw, Kendo's japanese fencing. Right now, my muscles ache like crap. Japanese ppl exercise so much more den Malaysians. I've never had to walk anywhere before in my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, i gtg help prepare dinner now. But i've got so much to tell... Hmm, i'm keeping a diary too, a book type. Hehe, but oni Krys will get to read the whole of it. Dat way she will be able to noe everythin bout my life!! :D K, gtg. Good luck wif exams, ppl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183237-109549526781338126?l=mintclover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mintclover.blogspot.com/feeds/109549526781338126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183237&amp;postID=109549526781338126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183237/posts/default/109549526781338126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183237/posts/default/109549526781338126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintclover.blogspot.com/2004/09/tired.html' title='Tired...'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769359681766225324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/1948/320/Cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183237.post-109495195631856018</id><published>2004-09-11T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T18:19:16.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Japan (10am)</title><content type='html'>Sori, sumthin weird wif the com juz now. Neway, to continue. My okaasan (mum) told me that to get to sch each, I have to walk 1.5km to the  train station and then take a train. And afetr I get off the train I still have no idea how far I may have to walk.. Plus I'll be walking the dog everyday. So, wif all dis exercise and sleeping early and waking early, im pretty sure I'll be thinner and healthier when I get back. Hehe, mebbe God's tellin me I need to be healthier and more helpful wif household chores at home.. :P Life here is super healthy! Im even eating home-made yoghurt now while typing. And standing cos there's no chair. *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the okaasan (mum)'s sister's house last night and met my okaasan (mum)'s cousin and American husband. The cousin and Amercan husband stay near Tokyo but this is their first time balik kampung to Inashi so it was the first time my host family met the American husband. I talked to him and he said he was suprised at how american-ised my English was. He said it had the American slang and accent, but I think it was cos I was juz following he's accent.. Dunnolah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the afternoon today, I have to go harvest the rice in the paddy field. Heh, it'll be dang hard work but a good experience la.. I've even gotten blisters oredi from luggin my luggage around Tokyo while catchin the bus to get here to Inashi. And I foresee even more blisters from harvesting rice later. OH YEA, I need to tell u guys bout the ofuro(public bath). Hehe, public bath neans takin bath naked wif a lot of other ppl. In NYC Tokyo during the orientation we had to take bath every nite in this big bathroom wif a lot of strangers plus my other orientation frenz from Malaysia, Singapore and all the ASEAN countries. It was embarrasing.. *blush* First, u strip off all ur clothes den u go to dis shower place (no stalls) and everybody can see everything. Clean urself properly wif soap den after u're all clean, get into dis big bathtub the size of a small swimming pool and soak urself there. The water's hot and nice. Hehe, I got to check out so many naked bodies while I was der *grin* But it was oni the same gender wan lar.. Guys in a diff bathroom. Gals in a diff one. It was embarrasing on the first day but after awhile it was fun, cos it was so refreshing and invigorating. And der's sumthing which makes you closer and more open wif ur frens after you see dem naked.. Mebbe cos u've oredi seen everything der is to see about dem. But it's amazingly slumber saja.. It's like eventhough u're naked it doesn't really matter cos everyone is naked too and you've got everything they've got so der's nothin to see neway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie la, gtg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183237-109495195631856018?l=mintclover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mintclover.blogspot.com/feeds/109495195631856018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183237&amp;postID=109495195631856018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183237/posts/default/109495195631856018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183237/posts/default/109495195631856018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintclover.blogspot.com/2004/09/japan-10am.html' title='Japan (10am)'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769359681766225324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/1948/320/Cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183237.post-109494953647725908</id><published>2004-09-11T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T17:38:56.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Japan</title><content type='html'>Okie,I arrived in Japan on the 7th. But we had an orientation in Tokyo first so I juz arrived here in Inashi with my host family yesterday. My host family is really nice and really friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neway, after arrivin in Tokyo. We had an orientation in the National Youth Center wif all the other ASEAN countries. There were some very leng luis and chais from Thailand. The Brunei-ians were cute too. When I get back home I'll upload the pic for u to see. The Brunie-ians were so blessed! The brunei government actually gave them free coats and souveneirs to give away!! And the coats were so amart looking. And the Brunei embassy came to take dem out at night for a tour round Tokyo. Hmph, the malaysian government dun even noe we exist. I suppose of all the countries, Malaysia was the least prepared. Din have any gifts from the Sultan and stuff liddat..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Group Leaders at the orientation was so veri nice!! My GL(Group Leader) was Aki and Junna. They're very kirei(pretty in Jap)! The JAp GL'S at the Orientation were nice too. Hiro was really cute. Shuntaro was leng chai and nice. And Hakase was seriously funny. I think I like Shun best though cos he seemed the nicest. Neway, at the orientation we has Jap classes and had to perform stuff bout our country. We oso learnrd bout JAp lifestyle and their traditions. Stuff which are taboo and kenot be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okie, arrived at my host family's place yesterday at 12. There's the otoosan (dad), okaasan(mum), and ny two sisters called Aki and Chiaki, and the 4 month old puppy called Bunta. One thing bad though, I have to do a lot of household chores here, collect the clothes, set the table, walk the dog, wash dishes, etc. I have to sleep at 9.30 and wake at 6.00!! And on weekends, I have to wake at 7am. 　&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183237-109494953647725908?l=mintclover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mintclover.blogspot.com/feeds/109494953647725908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183237&amp;postID=109494953647725908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183237/posts/default/109494953647725908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183237/posts/default/109494953647725908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintclover.blogspot.com/2004/09/japan.html' title='Japan'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769359681766225324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/1948/320/Cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8183237.post-109420786915741209</id><published>2004-09-03T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T03:37:49.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This 1st Post</title><content type='html'>is not by liz :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8183237-109420786915741209?l=mintclover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mintclover.blogspot.com/feeds/109420786915741209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8183237&amp;postID=109420786915741209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183237/posts/default/109420786915741209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8183237/posts/default/109420786915741209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mintclover.blogspot.com/2004/09/this-1st-post.html' title='This 1st Post'/><author><name>Liz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14769359681766225324</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/152/1948/320/Cool.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
