<?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-556219441246552026</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:54:57.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*poisonivy*</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00108466335148891239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556219441246552026.post-7574142423427612118</id><published>2007-10-21T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T16:38:39.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged (You'r it.)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;hehe. Sorry lala:P  i am lagging and my blog is dying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;So here is my version of the tag. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;The Purrrfect Loverboi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;RULES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;- The tag victim has to come up with 8 different points about his/her perfect lover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;- Has to mention the gender of his/her perfect lover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;- Tag eight other victims to join this game and leave a comment on their blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;- If you are tagged the second time, there is NO need to do this again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;- Lastly, and most importantly, HAVE FUN DOING IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;He must be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;straight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;! Well, obviously. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;He has to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;just right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;. Not too fat and not too thin. He has to be maybe either same height as me or much more taller. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt;I can never stand a guy who is in such a mess. Always find guys who has a  thing for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;cleanliness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 153);"&gt; cute. haha. awww, baby. A guy who would pick after themselves, seems much more reliable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;That sense of style, very much depending on the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1st impression&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt; i have on him. So he has to dress right and look smart like all the time. (This includes their hairstyle) :P Even if he don, he has to have that cute smirk on his face. Hehe, just like a small little cute boy. Very much into guys who knows how to package themselves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;He has to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; when i need him OR when i don need him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 153); font-style: italic;"&gt;24/7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;. As forgetful as i can be at times. He has to be able to handle all my craziness, calm me down and save me from my commotion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;NO SLACKER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;! I hate guys who are so god damn lazy and cant even fan for himself. Why would i need a guy who needs to rely on me to make him a living. :( grrr. Ambitious but  not a workaholic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;It would be an extra bonus points if he can cook. wee~ hehe. Or any involvement in any &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;artsy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt; stuff and i would definitely keep my hands on him. Deliciousss, slurp. :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;No male chauvinist pig PLEASE. He has to be caring, outgoing, playful (at times), romantic, a true gentlemen. My purrfect loverboi would know how to cheer me up, understands me, pamper me, appreciate what i do for him and cherish what we have and had together. It don't always have to be something big, but just all the small little things we get to do TOGETHER. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;With him, everyday feels like Valentines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;The list shall go on..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;9.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;From life experience i had so far. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He must not be a BIG time- Gamer, Clubber&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gambler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;. As i am not really into any one of those. I won't want him to be so additive in them, till he sets everything apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;LAST but not least, indescribable words and he knows what i want. With only eye contact, he gets me and that would definitely be the key to being my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;purrfect loverboi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;When would god set all these purrfect lovers free? NEVER. haha. Some how, i guess. Everyone will be able to find someone they love and love them back even more one way or another. So, its the thought that counts when it comes to The Purrrfect Loverboi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556219441246552026-7574142423427612118?l=poisonivyisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/feeds/7574142423427612118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556219441246552026&amp;postID=7574142423427612118' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/7574142423427612118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/7574142423427612118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/2007/10/purrrfect-loverboi.html' title='Tagged (You&apos;r it.)'/><author><name>ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00108466335148891239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556219441246552026.post-5549520237969524559</id><published>2007-10-04T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T00:11:22.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jie jie:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Had been wanting to upload this picture since some time back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;When i do want to, my fon's usb koink out. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/RwO-BvGvhII/AAAAAAAAAXc/xJggtP1TlX8/s1600-h/a%2Ba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 267px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/RwO-BvGvhII/AAAAAAAAAXc/xJggtP1TlX8/s400/a%2Ba.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117142538656908418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;My jiejie's. Yes, indeed. Don's see the resemblance eh?&lt;br /&gt;I don't too. sigh. I might be an adopted child. :p hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I cant seem to find any picture that has the 3 of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;As my big jie was in aussie since she was 18 or so?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;So it is a pity. I do miss her at times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;But never the less. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;the time for the complete picture will come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;She will be coming back here on the 26th of Oct.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;YAYS, YAYS YAYS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Short little post, to say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I am still surviving. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;- ta-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556219441246552026-5549520237969524559?l=poisonivyisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/feeds/5549520237969524559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556219441246552026&amp;postID=5549520237969524559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/5549520237969524559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/5549520237969524559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/2007/10/jie-jie.html' title='Jie jie:)'/><author><name>ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00108466335148891239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/RwO-BvGvhII/AAAAAAAAAXc/xJggtP1TlX8/s72-c/a%2Ba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556219441246552026.post-7434732503435211307</id><published>2007-09-30T03:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T17:57:57.694+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Its been a while! hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Sorry yeah, din really have the mood or even time to blog. *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;It takes time to settle down,&lt;br /&gt;from all the new experiences that i am having now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Well, things are changing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;New classes equals new assignments,&lt;br /&gt;lecturer to please:P, new groups?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Yeah pretty much that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Finally had the mood to edit some pictures. hehe yays!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rv6iwvGvhDI/AAAAAAAAAW0/Vo6G63Da1x8/s1600-h/lomo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 218px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rv6iwvGvhDI/AAAAAAAAAW0/Vo6G63Da1x8/s320/lomo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115705184901628978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;A new toy for the family!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Complimentary from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anna Sui&lt;/span&gt; "Magic Romance Perfume"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Cute huh? hehe! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rv6ki_GvhEI/AAAAAAAAAW8/RcgNfNtJF9U/s1600-h/cammie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rv6ki_GvhEI/AAAAAAAAAW8/RcgNfNtJF9U/s320/cammie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115707147701683266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Even recent toy:P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;CANON EOS 400D with IS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Photographer wanna-be. hah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I plan to name it&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; SUPERSTAR&lt;/span&gt; or NOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;As dumb it might sound. But 28.9.08 is a indeed special day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rv6mb_GvhGI/AAAAAAAAAXM/UUo6Twksijc/s1600-h/mp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 379px; height: 243px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rv6mb_GvhGI/AAAAAAAAAXM/UUo6Twksijc/s400/mp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115709226465854562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;My soul. My life. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I HEART YOU&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rv6otvGvhHI/AAAAAAAAAXU/AVWe2JShHJY/s1600-h/fabien.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 273px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rv6otvGvhHI/AAAAAAAAAXU/AVWe2JShHJY/s400/fabien.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115711730431788146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Long lost cravings. hah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;FABIEN a.k.a "Little Jade" from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lollipop Boys&lt;/span&gt;, Taiwan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;First complete family trip to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TAIWAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firmed on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;November 3rd&lt;/span&gt;! :) Exclusive for the 7 of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Papa and mama + Big Jie and Bf + 2nd Jie and Bf + Me and :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As usual, my kichimatoink pillow will keep me company.&lt;br /&gt;I need a BF too! Boo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, as long as i get to go. hehe. Ought to be grateful. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countdown begins. Need to get one of the countdown thingie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Tick tock ticks, getting late! Gonna run. hehe. Till next~ Ta*&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556219441246552026-7434732503435211307?l=poisonivyisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/feeds/7434732503435211307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556219441246552026&amp;postID=7434732503435211307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/7434732503435211307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/7434732503435211307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-been-while-hehe.html' title=''/><author><name>ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00108466335148891239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rv6iwvGvhDI/AAAAAAAAAW0/Vo6G63Da1x8/s72-c/lomo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556219441246552026.post-4705926057990403231</id><published>2007-09-16T01:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T01:32:55.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The 4 letter word.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Love will find its way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;In this world of ours,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Inspiring yet devastating at times,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Who can tell us, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;What is meant to be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;When some are separated, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Some are on breaks, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Some are in love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;And yet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Broken into bits and bits of sorrow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Who can tell us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Where to go,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;To a place where we will be free, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;A place where&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; love find its way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Who can tell us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556219441246552026-4705926057990403231?l=poisonivyisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/feeds/4705926057990403231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556219441246552026&amp;postID=4705926057990403231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/4705926057990403231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/4705926057990403231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/2007/09/4-letter-word_16.html' title='The 4 letter word.'/><author><name>ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00108466335148891239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556219441246552026.post-2922324881570838236</id><published>2007-09-05T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T00:58:20.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My happy moment.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;hehe, Yup. Today i had my happy moment. :) Its been some time since i cook. Yes, yes. To many it may seem i don know how to cook or even do any chores. But, i do enjoy them, ALOT actually. So since had no lunch (din wanna have left overs) i made pasta. It was simple lar, just for myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rt7OWqnaMlI/AAAAAAAAAWE/FrSV8hszd-k/s1600-h/CIMG0966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 151px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rt7OWqnaMlI/AAAAAAAAAWE/FrSV8hszd-k/s320/CIMG0966.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106745916276748882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Yes again, it does not look very promising. hehe. But I enjoyed it. Love cooking. Love the process and also the part where you can test the food. *wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;The ingredients were,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;1. A teaspoon of olive oil ( I put less than that i guess?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;2. A yellow onion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;3. Some chicken breast (marinated with soya sauce, pepper and sesame oil to add some taste)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;4. Carrot (chopped into small bits)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;5. Pasta (I chose spiral ones, love them!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;6. Bolognease sauce (Who can resists the tomatoes!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;7. Salt and sugar (To create that unique taste:P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Simple eh? Be sure to cook the pasta 1st and follow the numbers to throw in the ingredients. Give it some frying and tossing, then its done! Ivy's healthy pasta. I usually put celery and button mushrooms, too bad i don have any at home. hehe. I used to make baked pasta back in the old days, that require more sauce and cheese, so this is more convenient?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Did i say anything about doing my lashes? haha. Some of you has already know abt it i guess. hehe. I was pretty excited abt the whole thing yet some part of me feel the jitters. I did read up on it. No side effects, no biggie lar right i thought to myself. So after the whole thing, yes. I was okay. hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;I did feel a little prick in the eye as my eyes were teary so it got some mix up with the glue. But, after a while it was better. So phew. Only fall back now is i cant wet the lashes. Or not it will just fall out, cause of the glue. Got to extra careful now when i was my face. I doubt it will last abt 1-2 months also like the girl said. Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;So contemplating to sign up for the course which cost me&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; RM504&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It consists of 4 treatments and unlimted touch-up. That would extend the lifespan of the lashes. For now, it was only RM98. But if i want to touch up it will be RM5 PER HAIR!&lt;/span&gt; @$%#^&amp;$ ARGH. so, i dunno yet lar. There is not a big diff as well to the before and after. I went for the more natural look, so did not do super long ones. I did take the before and after picture lar. Now only i know, i have alot of lashes, just that they are so thin. Cause the girl told me what they did was just stick the fake ones, one by one to my original lashes. Easy, but slightly tedious. Toook her &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 STRIGHT HOURS&lt;/span&gt;.!!! Lying there, not moving. Thank god some point i did fall asleep. :P Anyways, here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rt7TCKnaMoI/AAAAAAAAAWc/8dsnmmR_Fxc/s1600-h/eye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rt7TCKnaMoI/AAAAAAAAAWc/8dsnmmR_Fxc/s320/eye.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106751061647569538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;The before and after, not big diff lar. i guess. I think i still cant run from not putting eyeliner lar. Sigh. Thanks mama and papa for small little single eyelid eyes. I don love them sometimes. The pictures look weird too, so, -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;speechless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Anyone hasn't watch Transformer? Look, its an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Autobot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rt7X1KnaMpI/AAAAAAAAAWk/HpecZGkiaSI/s1600-h/CIMG0925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 158px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rt7X1KnaMpI/AAAAAAAAAWk/HpecZGkiaSI/s320/CIMG0925.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106756335867409042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rt7Yt6naMqI/AAAAAAAAAWs/Oo7izhcgh_0/s1600-h/CIMG0926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 156px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rt7Yt6naMqI/AAAAAAAAAWs/Oo7izhcgh_0/s320/CIMG0926.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106757310824985250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Who have known. haha. Msia has a Autobot. Its a Waja, then got stripes. I wonder who drives this car. I just happen to see it when i was waiting in the car. Thought it was quite cute so here are some snaps. Someone really loves transformer? hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;What else? Hurm. Its gonna be end of explore soon. Sigh. I am gonna miss the holidays. Back to the Robot times. :( Will post really soon. Chippie's (Sammie) big day just around the corner!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556219441246552026-2922324881570838236?l=poisonivyisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/feeds/2922324881570838236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556219441246552026&amp;postID=2922324881570838236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/2922324881570838236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/2922324881570838236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-happy-moment.html' title='My happy moment.'/><author><name>ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00108466335148891239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rt7OWqnaMlI/AAAAAAAAAWE/FrSV8hszd-k/s72-c/CIMG0966.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556219441246552026.post-8623732274257223530</id><published>2007-08-31T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T01:07:10.341+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 50th Bday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Haha, typical title. But once in a life time i guess. Since it is 50 yrs. Yet, i do wonder whether i will still be ard for the 100th. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Yesterday, went to Mellow Cabbage's (Rynz)  boi  house for bbq. Stupid girl freak me, by saying no cute guys at all. So i was expecting like all ah beng, lala's. *rolls eyes* She also did said there is no anyhting in that hse cause it is on the progress of renting it to ppl. So, gosh. what am i gonna do there. Chippie (Sammie) was suppose to be there as well. But she wasn't feeling too well, so sent her home to rest. Gosh, get well soon okies, sweetie? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BUT, lucky for me. &lt;/span&gt;There were some interesting guys. I mean they are average lar, fun and one or two are cute? haha. Especially the model look-alike. Freaking thin. Envy. Then Wilber Pan look alike. haha. see him digging into the lamb chops. :P I did find a passion in bbq-ing the food. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;AT LEAST I HAD SOMETHING TO DO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; made me satisfied ad lar. *grins* Then, a firefighter would come to rescue the burn food whenever i screeeeeam my lungs out. (Thanks mate, this refers to rynz boi's fren)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Ard like 1245? or so i head home. There goes Merdeka Day. Woo Hoo? haha. No fireworks was a pity. Only heard like the impact, din see any. Driving back was also a journey lar, ppl still walk ard with their flags. haha.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I might not be a very semangat Malaysian as i don feel the urge to actually celebrate for it. Though its fun for the get-away, the gathering. To meet new ppl and to go places. It would only be fun, if time allow us to do. Which is just nice now since its explore. Gosh, i don want my holiday to end. Time is drifting away just like that. *sigh* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;From the moment i became single, things ard me changed. I noticed now. I wont be like celebrating all this big festive days with my frens. Instead is just with him, that special someone that i once love. Since last time i am more of a BF person. Everything would be him 1st, then next would be my frens then me. So i don have much frens. I wont go to parties without him, I wont even wanna go anywhere just as long as i have him to cuddle with and that will be good enough. :) hah. That was me. How silly, can i be right? Just being able to be with him and spending time, i thought i was satisfied. But, it all different now.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DIFFERENT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I do wonder how would my next relationship be like. O well, not like anyone can tell me that story  or even  even sure that it would happen. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So, leave it to fate&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Yor, my blog is so boring:( HELP ME, i need make over lar, for my blog. Getting sick&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;of it till i am attempted to close it down. ARGH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Hoping all good things will come for all of us and bye lar :P xoxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;*Happy Belated to GAN lala!!! 28th bday girl! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556219441246552026-8623732274257223530?l=poisonivyisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/feeds/8623732274257223530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556219441246552026&amp;postID=8623732274257223530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/8623732274257223530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/8623732274257223530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-50th-bday.html' title='Happy 50th Bday!'/><author><name>ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00108466335148891239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556219441246552026.post-1473038399393893609</id><published>2007-08-24T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T00:19:09.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The beginning of an end.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Gosh, i did nothing for the pass 5 days. Today is Friday. The 4th day of my term break. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Its been great so far, was so damn gay about the fact that Yays, there is no need for me to be on my lappie doing, rushing my work. Though its only for 3 weeks. Sigh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Before i forget and let it go in my past. I got an A- for my publication design. My one and only Shh magazine. hehe. I was glad that i made it lar. Was a bit worried that i could not score. Well, what Leon commented did also make my day. Thanks Leon for the advice. I would seriously bear it in mind and will continue to work hard for all my other subject. The part where he said, "every page (of my mag) has love and effort, i can feel it when i read it." Awww. haha it did sound a bit pervert, BUT still. *wink* Although i had to sacrifice a lot of my FUN time for the mag, but i think and feel its all worth it. Leon can see my effort and me being hardworking. When i think about it,  I never miss one critique or any of his class before. Gosh, i am sucha freak. O well. Hah. Thats that lar, thank god my effort paid off. *chheers!* I do feel, what i do do not require any skills. So, I think being hardworking can really can me going. Well, at least i hope? I dont really know how it all works. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;OMG, i remember blogging about this before. The shopping bugs are biting into me again. Just in one day i spent more than 300 bucks. So just in this few days, i spent like 1k? Kill me, kill me pleaaase! Okay, i do only have this shopping rash during my break. So, I blame TOA for giving us break. :P I know, i need to stop, buckle up. I will, i will when term commence. Now slowly i have to cut down again. Though last month I din spent a cent lar, so i did already make up for the expenses i made. I take my words back, pur-lease don kill me papa. I LUP YOU. Now and forever, i promise. *wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Today, its my day. Although i din manage to shop for my new watch, i did get a few other stuff. I realize my list goes on and on. Most satisfying gift is the "Secret"! WOO HOOO. hehe it cost me RM129 as it is an imported version (Rock Corner claims that it is?) It comes with a book which tells about the movie. It basically the OST of the movie. My o my, Jay seriously knows how to dig some money out of his fans. The book's cover feels like its printed on MILK paper. Soft and so, IRRESISTIBLE. hehe. Lovin it. Thank god i manage to get the last one in the shop. *bluek* Sorry Mellow Cabbage, i wanted to get one for u as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I did also invest in one ring. Sigh, i do need a boi soon lar. Damn sad to like get myself a ring, which cost me another 125. :( I dont mind paying it on my own. But wouldnt it be more sweeeeet if your boi gives you a ring instead of your own. Yes, i might say. YES. Just my luck that, i see and meet no one. *boo hoo* Maybe i am just not cut out to be a gf. I do miss all the small little things that couples do. Liek how they do cooking together, shopping for groceries, watching drama cuddled up in bed. AhHh, thinking about old times bites into me as well. Argh. Bad! My mum would so kill me if she knows i also bought like 2 more tops. OH, and a pair of shoes!!!! OMG LAR. :( hah. IMABADGIRL. :P I am still checking my list for things to buy. I can feel a hole burning into my flesh now. Got to stop, stop. Soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Tomorrow will be a bright new day. I think i would start my berol simplify soon. As soon as i decide when to pack my wardrobe.  haha, one fine day. I wanna go catch up with some dvd. Before i end this long winded post. Here goes. Sorry aight, bad snaps. *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rs71AanaMXI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Prii6oEhocg/s1600-h/CIMG0892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 188px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rs71AanaMXI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Prii6oEhocg/s320/CIMG0892.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102284815350772082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;The one and only, Leon. Byebye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rs71fqnaMYI/AAAAAAAAAUc/9wpp8FyENpw/s1600-h/CIMG0905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 168px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rs71fqnaMYI/AAAAAAAAAUc/9wpp8FyENpw/s320/CIMG0905.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102285352221684098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Oh, jay. Jay, JAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rs73UKnaMZI/AAAAAAAAAUk/c6EOn_IoeSI/s1600-h/CIMG0907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 148px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rs73UKnaMZI/AAAAAAAAAUk/c6EOn_IoeSI/s320/CIMG0907.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102287353676444050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Elegance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rs733qnaMaI/AAAAAAAAAUs/EnZNyXg6phE/s1600-h/CIMG0908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 160px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rs733qnaMaI/AAAAAAAAAUs/EnZNyXg6phE/s320/CIMG0908.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102287963561800098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rs74UanaMbI/AAAAAAAAAU0/mjDMGc8Zh9k/s1600-h/CIMG0911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 169px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rs74UanaMbI/AAAAAAAAAU0/mjDMGc8Zh9k/s320/CIMG0911.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102288457483039154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Where it all begins. Love this poem. Ama-zing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rs747anaMcI/AAAAAAAAAU8/cxEmVhax0k4/s1600-h/CIMG0917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 111px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rs747anaMcI/AAAAAAAAAU8/cxEmVhax0k4/s320/CIMG0917.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102289127497937346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;The girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rs76AanaMeI/AAAAAAAAAVM/oz7C7argpTw/s1600-h/CIMG0918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 103px; height: 139px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rs76AanaMeI/AAAAAAAAAVM/oz7C7argpTw/s320/CIMG0918.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102290312908911074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;The boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rs76ZanaMfI/AAAAAAAAAVU/lxJd1R8X1Zg/s1600-h/CIMG0920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 172px; height: 128px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rs76ZanaMfI/AAAAAAAAAVU/lxJd1R8X1Zg/s320/CIMG0920.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102290742405640690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rs77dKnaMhI/AAAAAAAAAVk/RqCTNsNuMg0/s1600-h/CIMG0916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 156px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rs77dKnaMhI/AAAAAAAAAVk/RqCTNsNuMg0/s320/CIMG0916.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102291906341777938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Where it all ends. i love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rs78IanaMiI/AAAAAAAAAVs/FwggJpXtRIw/s1600-h/CIMG0921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 126px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rs78IanaMiI/AAAAAAAAAVs/FwggJpXtRIw/s320/CIMG0921.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102292649371120162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;It reaches to your heart, from here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rs78qKnaMjI/AAAAAAAAAV0/VkQ7UhYlg_4/s1600-h/CIMG0922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 132px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rs78qKnaMjI/AAAAAAAAAV0/VkQ7UhYlg_4/s320/CIMG0922.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102293229191705138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;A secret, meant to be kept. Shh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rs79FqnaMkI/AAAAAAAAAV8/jhxC3y7DBug/s1600-h/CIMG0923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 143px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rs79FqnaMkI/AAAAAAAAAV8/jhxC3y7DBug/s320/CIMG0923.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102293701638107714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;My polka mac :) how i keep things clean and round. hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Thats all for the picts. Keep it a secret, aight? haha, blabbers. Going. tA~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556219441246552026-1473038399393893609?l=poisonivyisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/feeds/1473038399393893609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556219441246552026&amp;postID=1473038399393893609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/1473038399393893609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/1473038399393893609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/2007/08/beginning-of-end.html' title='The beginning of an end.'/><author><name>ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00108466335148891239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rs71AanaMXI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Prii6oEhocg/s72-c/CIMG0892.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556219441246552026.post-4055933803696237608</id><published>2007-08-18T19:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T20:27:24.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the basics.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;It is time again. For a rest, to stop for a better beginning in 3 weeks time. TERM BREAK! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FIRSTLY, Jay Chou, i HEART YOU. haha. I heart the Secret&lt;/span&gt;. I dont mind wathcing it again and again. The storyline aint very realistic but yet it has its originality. It is unique as its own. I admire jay's piano skills. Seriously, its  blast. I give thumbs up to this movie. *cheers* hehe. recommended, so run there and get your seats now guys. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Publication Design. I finally finish my mag, printed it and bind it. Yoo ray hoorah! Feels odd now that i actually dont have to rush for it or spent any time doing any work related stuff. Feels out of the routine. But, its okies lar. i need a break. Shh! Magazine out on the racks!! Come come, buy it!:P Like real, haha. I just hope i can score a good grade for it lar, pretty please? Wish me luck! Class on monday. *crosses fingers*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Zhi, today wanted to ask u out. But, instead spent time with family. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;HAPPY BDAY&lt;/span&gt; AGAIN anyways. hehe. Was pretty sick that i cant celebrate with you on that day itself. Blame marker test okay? hehe. Will definately make it up to you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Uncle philip, IS WELL. he had a aorta- open heart surgery and he is better now and out of ICU. God is great. Amen. :P So visted him today with mum and ali. Then ventures to klcc. Scout ard and i got. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;*drumroll*&lt;/span&gt; My first branded bag- &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Calvin Klein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; sling/shoulder bag&lt;/span&gt; for RM1079 after 10% discount. Was contemplating over a Gucci sling or this. So end up with this, since is a thousand bucks cheaper and this seem more funky and it had a duo-function. Thanks mama, dada. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I LUP YOU.&lt;/span&gt; hehe. I am the luckiest girl alive. Although &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I DO NEED&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;new sunnies, new clothes, a manicure and pedicure, massage,  facial, eyelashes extension and.. new jewelry&lt;/span&gt;. haha. OKAY LAR, i am quite greedy. But slowly lar. hehe. I will get them. No worries. Yays? the shopaholic  ME is back. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I am quite glad that i feel myself again. I know i was so into my work till i neglected some of my close friends. I do care awfully alot for you all but just that i channeled all my effort and energy towards my work, my studies in TOA. I am so sorry that i let you all down. Just that, i am different. Different, i became more of a workaholic. And now, i am starting to see it. I will try to be my old self again. Rather sick of the grandma me now as well, just home and work. Sigh. hehe. Though i still prefer  a normal life. Like, no more extreme stuff for me lar, i WANT TO BE NORMAL AND BORING. :P Sorry, but yes. hehe. Being the norm now and then can be fun, just movies, karaoke, shopping, sports, etc. That kinda thing lar. See you guys soon lar! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Sammie, i told my mum abt transferring credits and further studies to RMIT earlier. She is okay abt it. Its all up to me now. I do have to find out more abt it if i am really interested. Although life aint prefect now, but i do cherish and love it. So, maybe just find out?! Dont know. I guess i have to give it some thought if i am really serious abt it. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, TOA. you suck. I am not fond of the idea you taking away my exploration week and that we have to attend class during the holidays. I know mine is only Monday. But what abt the other students. Argh. Do you think we are cows? We are not robots, we need a break. (Okay, i might be half robot. haha) But still! I hate you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Okay, do i sound more myself now? haha. I am feeling much relax and happy now. I feel i can make a difference and that i no longer am that ggressive. (Some of you know abt the pot story and the many elements) I am fine now. Need to go shower ad lar, been out whole day. Need to do the last cover for mag and photo shoot as well. Before i go, a picture of my white truffles baby? haha. Random lar. I like the holes the most out of the whole design. :P hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;See you guys soon lar, miss ya. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rsbkr6naMWI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Ejl3t7yQfy8/s1600-h/CIMG0820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 187px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rsbkr6naMWI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Ejl3t7yQfy8/s320/CIMG0820.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100015071163724130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Isnt it adorable. hehe. It is simply irresistible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556219441246552026-4055933803696237608?l=poisonivyisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/feeds/4055933803696237608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556219441246552026&amp;postID=4055933803696237608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/4055933803696237608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/4055933803696237608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/2007/08/back-to-basics.html' title='Back to the basics.'/><author><name>ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00108466335148891239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rsbkr6naMWI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Ejl3t7yQfy8/s72-c/CIMG0820.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556219441246552026.post-502899544546180940</id><published>2007-07-30T02:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T18:15:18.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bed-time errant:P</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Hah, better upload something before somebody complaints that i seldom update. hmnp! :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Yet another movie marathon day:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: lucida grande;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/RqzkFf6g7BI/AAAAAAAAATk/6Mve32CgjnY/s1600-h/3invisible00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/RqzkFf6g7BI/AAAAAAAAATk/6Mve32CgjnY/s400/3invisible00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092696061766593554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;What would you do if you were invisible? Well, Nic was kinda invisible. He was dying somewhere in the woods due to some complications. His soul was set free so can he can find someone to save him. Pretty weird that only the girl who caused him his injury was able to hear and feel him. The story comes along on how he attempts to lead the girl into making up for her mistake and he is alive again. -end- hah, what a brief. Basically thats the story. Being invisible is cool at some point if you can actually get to mess things up a bit, if you get what i mean. But, imagine how lonely you can be. Being alone where no one can see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rqzl2P6g7CI/AAAAAAAAATs/-Tze1vTxGHM/s1600-h/3vacancy00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rqzl2P6g7CI/AAAAAAAAATs/-Tze1vTxGHM/s400/3vacancy00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092697998796844066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Okay, i assumed that it would be a pretty horror movie. But, it was okay lar. Not that scary. :) Its about this couple lar, they got stranded in the middle of no where and end up checking-in into this motel. A seriously fugged- up motel. They soon find tapes of people being hit and killed in that room they were staying in and there were cameras watching their every move. The people, (3 crazy man) was trying to killed them so that they can taped down all their horrified faces and screams. SICK. Luckily for them, they survive. -end-  I wouldn't wanna be caught near any of this low-cost motels man. Totally freaky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/RqzouP6g7FI/AAAAAAAAAUE/LlPazM4txAY/s1600-h/jay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 83px; height: 112px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/RqzouP6g7FI/AAAAAAAAAUE/LlPazM4txAY/s320/jay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092701159892773970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The Lovable &amp; "Hugable" Jay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Haha, saw this poster when i passed up the cinema. Cant wait for this movie to air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;16 AUGUST 07&lt;/span&gt; Specially taken for you, Ms, cabbage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; haha. :P You crazy jay fan! Even more hype than me. I think his new song has coincides with this movie, Secret. The day will come and you will see me running to get his tickets to watch the premier. hehe. YAYS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all for saturday. :p Owe me big time you, Sharmaine. hehe. For acc-ing you for late night movies! Belanja ice-cream! hah. Hope you enjoy your day and don worrie, there will be more late ngihts and party for you lar when your time comes. By then, you will find it boring and will be so sick of going out late ad. Then , you would rather just rot at home. hehe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy day to catch up with work and finally i complete all my visual work. Sigh, i always find it a burden to do my visual work. Part of me dislikes it. Who likes it anyway? hah. Prefer more computer work so i will rather spent 10 days doing mag than one day with ANY visual work. :p But, life is unfair.  So, beat it. Get it done and feel relax until the next weekend comes along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do you think, a person or a friendship will change? I was just giving things some thought.  Don worrie, it ain't about anyone specific so don need to wonder. :) Its just a random thought of mine. When it comes to a complication, i don't wanna take sides. But, its hard to maintain it sometimes as i respect one's choice. So all i can tell myself is, there is no forever friends iether.  As sooner or later, one party will be so annoyed by the other party's gig. Bound to happen cause, we are all just mere, humans. Girls, especially. Sigh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Its getting a wee late now. Don't feel myself these days and i do feel i have a problem when i get so tense with work. Got to loosen up without feeling guilty of not being able to excel, it will be a challenge but, it is what i have to do.  *Hops to bed* Bye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;Oh yah, din get to tell you guys that- I found place to do Manicure for only RM19.90&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;, Pedicure for RM29.90. Buffering would be Rm10 extra. Pretty cheap, aight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556219441246552026-502899544546180940?l=poisonivyisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/feeds/502899544546180940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556219441246552026&amp;postID=502899544546180940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/502899544546180940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/502899544546180940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/2007/07/bed-time-errantp.html' title='Bed-time errant:P'/><author><name>ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00108466335148891239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/RqzkFf6g7BI/AAAAAAAAATk/6Mve32CgjnY/s72-c/3invisible00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556219441246552026.post-4354793595091474147</id><published>2007-07-27T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T23:29:12.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its the Lovey Dovey season.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Okay, I wanted to upload some pictures BUT i cant seem to find any. :P Sorry peeps for the boring blog layout. Will keep it short as well. *winks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;3 more weeks- mag is coming to an end. As usual today i showed some of my new work to Leon. He says again that is not there yet; need more this and that; better. Yada. Its getting a lil tense but i know or at least i hope i will be able to rough everything out. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/RqoL7f6g64I/AAAAAAAAASc/HfhxWj2ns0w/s1600-h/3wonderwomen00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/RqoL7f6g64I/AAAAAAAAASc/HfhxWj2ns0w/s320/3wonderwomen00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091895445502880642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;AGAIN, i went bu. Its getting a lil bore. NO wait, VERY BORE. haha. Went to get my sister's bday pressie. Got her a miniature perfume for her 26th bday! Went movies, that new gigi show? wonder woman. But its nice, it made me sob a lil and i find there is a story behind it. This is what i picked up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;"When all bad things come to an end, there will be always some good in it." Hence it is always good to keep striving for a better life rather than just ending it since you will never know what will be installed for you at the very very end. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Why is there no school or place where they teach you how to pick up a soul mate? Or even a potential friend. Yay, i wish. I wish. But, WHO AM I KIDDING. This is not gonna happen. True love is rare and it sure wont come to me as, i am just not cut out to have it. Just noticed that now, is like a "Couple Season". Seriously, i see more couples walking ard in malls, anywhere, everywhere! Ah! Its insane!! Hah, okay lar. Not insane but, sweet? Cant imagine that even "love", there is a season. Weird, but very true. Observe, it tells. :P Hope, all my fellow mates that you will be able to pick some "friends" up during this merry season. hehe. Bless yah+me :P, may all of us find a cute, hawt and sweet boi to venture into our love fairytale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Okay, this post is so crappy. Grammar wise or what so ever. Getting a lil high here. So bear with me. Whole long day out with only 2 hrs of sleep yesterday night. :( Need lay in my bed of roses. Checking out- ta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556219441246552026-4354793595091474147?l=poisonivyisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/feeds/4354793595091474147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556219441246552026&amp;postID=4354793595091474147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/4354793595091474147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/4354793595091474147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-lovey-dovey-season.html' title='Its the Lovey Dovey season.'/><author><name>ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00108466335148891239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/RqoL7f6g64I/AAAAAAAAASc/HfhxWj2ns0w/s72-c/3wonderwomen00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556219441246552026.post-4158151606066015440</id><published>2007-07-23T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T23:53:54.605+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter and the Dealthly Hallows.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;My o my. haha. you might be wondering why did i put a book's title as my post title?! Well, for the past 2 days. I have been reading this fat book which consists of 605 pages. TODAY, i finally and just complete it! Hee-Haa. Well, happy that i did. Yet sad to know that its the last book. The end of harry potter. Damn, that aint good. It has become a legend. Dont you reckon? Its a collectors item and i plan to collect them all. :) Not going to elaborate much of the story as i dont wanna break the bubble for those who hasn't finish the book. Its nice though, pretty tense at times. Yay, still enjoyed it. Will miss it too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Last week been fine. Had a grade of a b- for leon's mid term. Funny thing is, i do better when i am not so tense with how to get things correct. He can see it from my work, so i ought to loosen up a little. :) Cant stop working, but just, relax perhaps? I will try, i will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Good-bye my fellow cousins. Back in aussie again. Longing for your return and may god bless you both! Dont forget to write or pop by here if u all ever come by. :P xoxo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;To some may have known, my sister's case. What sets us apart is, i can never trust someone that fast again. I can hear him in the other room now. It seems that after the few days of breakout/ big hoo-ha. My sister had been seeing him. Well, i seriously dont approve of it. If he did like love her and all, when he made a mistake, why didnt he just confess? Rather than let my sister find out abt it? Means he actually had no intention of telling? I dont see how thingscan go right now. Or how to see him as a person. Feels weird. I feel, my sister had put herself ina position whereby she is worth, NOTHING. Nothing at all. Thats her choice, since she even went away with him last weekend. Can those things really make up? Sigh, I dont know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Soon, the term will be over. This term was pretty, tense? so far. What i made myself follow and do. The work and all. Though i know its not much. But, i wish to excel and get better grades since i only had to juggle with that few subjects. Maybe thats why i have been having cramps and hearing stuff. Not to mention strange dreams and a topsy turvie sleep time. But, its okay i guess as, they have become part of me, part of my lifestyle. I do miss the old days, but, no point sulking over it. Ought to enjoy and get on with what i have now. Grateful as i am. Hope everyone is healthy and happy! -cheerie'o-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556219441246552026-4158151606066015440?l=poisonivyisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/feeds/4158151606066015440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556219441246552026&amp;postID=4158151606066015440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/4158151606066015440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/4158151606066015440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/2007/07/harry-potter-and-dealthly-hallows.html' title='Harry Potter and the Dealthly Hallows.'/><author><name>ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00108466335148891239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556219441246552026.post-8273433406266625401</id><published>2007-07-17T03:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T04:07:25.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vague.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Today, seem to be special. :) Make over shopping? Without getting anything you, silly girl. I know you will be reading this post. I have been sitting in front of tv and lappie since you left. Miserable that may sound. Yes, these days, it does seems to be like that. Me and my four walls, in a empty house. Just like a shell.  Hollow shell.  Best describe how i feel as well.  I watched like what 3  love stories just now. Love? Whats that? It can be best  describe as a game? A game which need  players. Preferably just 2 players? Well, sometimes people can be greedy, so maybe more than that. Typical. yes, indeed. Its all about the pull and push, letting and holding to make the relationship a perfect one. Just that, sometimes, it dont seem to be that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel, isolated. Maybe cause i din make the effort to hang? But thats just it. I am just so worried on what i have. Though i do make it a point to ask, but it dont work both ways. sigh? Those who seem so near yet so far at times. Just seem different, get it?  What am i saying here. It can be confusing.  Indeed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Oh yah, seeing him was also quite cute. Gawd, she is a lucky lucky girl. :P I pray to have her place. Yet again, sigh? Whats the good in praying or wishing. Gripping on what i have now seem more realistic? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;All the best evryone to a better college week and for the days to come. Should scoot to bed! Take care my dearies. Miss ya's  (plurals :P) dearly. Muck.  hah.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556219441246552026-8273433406266625401?l=poisonivyisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/feeds/8273433406266625401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556219441246552026&amp;postID=8273433406266625401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/8273433406266625401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/8273433406266625401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/2007/07/hollow.html' title='Vague.'/><author><name>ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00108466335148891239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556219441246552026.post-2388888063705170175</id><published>2007-07-16T01:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T01:50:52.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by rYnz :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;INSTRUCTIONS :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;a) &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Purple &lt;/span&gt;the statements that are true to you.&lt;br /&gt;b) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Yellow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;the statements that you WISH are true.&lt;br /&gt;c) Leave the fibs alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Then, stab 3 people to do the same test...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;1) I miss somebody right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;2) I do not watch tv these days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;3) I wear glasses or contact lenses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;4) I love to play video games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;5) I have tried marijuana. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;6) I have been in a threesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;7) I believe honesty is usually the best policy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;8) I have changed mentally over the last year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;9) I curse.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Once in a while?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;10) I’m totally smart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;11) I’ve broken someone’s bones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;12) I’m paranoid sometimes. I bite! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;13) I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free. Who wouldn't?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;14) I need money right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;15) I love sushi. When i feel like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;16) I talk really, really fast. When i start to blabber?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;17) I have long hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;18) I have lost money in Las Vegas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;19) I have at least one sibling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;20) I have worn fake hair/fingernails/eyelashes in the past. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;21) I couldn’t survive without Caller ID.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;22) I like the way I look.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;23) I am usually pessimistic. Sometimes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;24) I have a lot of mood swings. Maybe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;25) I have a hidden talent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;26) I’m always hyper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;27) I have a lot of friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;28) I have pecked someone of the same sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;29) I enjoy talking on the phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;30) I practically live in sweatpants or PJ pants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;31) I love to shop.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;32) Enjoy window shopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;33) I would rather shop than eat. Okay, this might be a lil' insane. hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;34) I don’t hate anyone. hell yah, i wish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;35) I’m a pretty good dancer.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;36) I’m completely embarrassed to be seen with my mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;37) I have a cell phone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;38) I believe in God. Someone? somewhere?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;39) I am an adrenaline junkie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;40) I watch MTV on a daily basis. It can be boring at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;41) I have passed out drunk in the past 6 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;42) I’ve rejected someone before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;43) I want to have children in the future. AH, monster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;44) I have changed a diaper before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;45) I’ve called the cops on a friend before. Watch out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;46) I’m not allergic to anything. Shh! Its a secret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;47) I have a lot to learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;48) I’m shy around members of the opposite sex.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;49) I have made a move on a friends significant other or crush in the past. Hah, MAYBE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;50) I have tried alcohol before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;51) I own the South Park movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;52) I would die for my best friend. If my bestie died for me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;53) I think that Pizza Hut has the best pizza. Tee-hee! Yays!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;54) I have used my sexuality to advance my career.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;55) I love Michael Jackson, scandals and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;56) Halloween is awesome because you get free candy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;57) I watch Spongebob Squarepants and I like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;58) I am happy at this moment! Too much, too much to care at this point to be gay about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;59) I’m obsessed with girls/guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;60) I tie my shoelaces differently from anyone I’ve ever met.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;61) I study for tests most of the time. If i remember?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;62) I am comfortable with who I am right now. I can be better?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;63) I have more than just my ears pierced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;64) I walk barefoot wherever I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;65) I have jumped off a bridge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;66) I love sea turtles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;67) I spend ridiculous money on makeup.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;68) Plan on achieving a major goal &amp; dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;69) I’m proficient in an musical instrument.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;70) I hate office jobs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;71) I love sci-fi movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;72) I think water rules.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;73) I went college out of state.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;74) I like sausages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;75) I love kisses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;76) I fall for the worst people. Hope not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;77) I adore bright colours. Well, just pink, purple and grey?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;78) I can’t live without black eyeliner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;79) I don’t know why the hell I just did this stupid thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;80) I usually like covers better than originals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;81) I can pick up things with my toes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;82) I can whistle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;83) I can move my tongue in waves, much like a snake’s slither.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;84) I have ridden/owned a horse. Hee-hah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;85) I still have every journal I’ve written in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;86) I can’t stick to a diet. The sweet indulgence, ah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;87) I talk in my sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;88) I try to forget things by drowning them out with loads of distractions. It wont work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;89) I have jazz in my blood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;90) Climbing trees is a brilliant past-time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;91) I wear a toe ring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;92) I can’t stand at LEAST one person that I work with. I am saint. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;93) I am a caffeine junkie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;94) I cosplay or know what cosplaying is. I know about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;95) I have been to over 15 conventions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;96) I will collect anything, and the more nonsensical the better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;97) I’m an artist. Am i?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;98) I only clean my room when necessary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;99) I like a person of the same sex. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;100) I love being happy:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I would love to tagged. Alot, here goes. Abby, Lala, Sharmaine, Michelle, Ning, Karen, ANYONE? Haha. Enjoy you. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556219441246552026-2388888063705170175?l=poisonivyisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/feeds/2388888063705170175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556219441246552026&amp;postID=2388888063705170175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/2388888063705170175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/2388888063705170175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/2007/07/tagged-by-rynz-p.html' title='Tagged by rYnz :P'/><author><name>ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00108466335148891239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556219441246552026.post-8952473391657280801</id><published>2007-07-13T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T00:48:23.727+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blinded.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;At times, we see things as how we want to see them and  not the whole truth of it. Well, as stupid as that might sound, its entirely how we are. When time passes by, I became a more grey person. Why? Simple, life is never, NEVER perfect. There are no happy endings, (maybe 1 in a million) or perhaps just so happen being lucky? There are no forever as well, who can promise you forever when it might be end of the world tomorrow? This is where my stories begin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;1. Bad things happen to good people. Take my sister for example. I know you can be strong, you are. But, don be a stupid girl and try your way to get back at him, okay? Its not worth it, (if ou are trying that is) For some who already know, the big break up was just 2 days back.  Time will heal that wound, and provide a hole to actually fill up whats left of the memories you all had together.  It can be deceiving, unexpected? Yes. A relationship can never be steady, cause things happen. Blame it on alcohol? Its just a typical excuse guys use to get out of a situation, to feel really sorry for what they did. Unfaithful, take it and leave. Leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;2. It always comes to this day, where i will feel that  every ending is a new beginning. Next week will be my mag mid-assessment.  Anxious?  Excited? Suspend?  Argh, more to  worried i presume?   It hard to get it right. To add some spunk in my work, that special touch which is still in the blur. But, we will eventually go by and make it happen, wont we? :) Cherrie'os&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Thank god thats done. Been feeling sick these days. Tummy ache and occasionally having headaches. Migraines? Sometimes till the point that it is unbearable that i cant even fall asleep! Whats going on with me? I feel, so vulnerable. :(&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am broken, please fix me or kill me instead.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt; I hate feeling this way. For no reason at all, i feel like vomiting. ARGH, i am not bulimia okay! I dont make myself vomit, it just happens and urgh, here comes that taste again. *sniffles* Stupid. AhhHh! i cannot be looking forward to anything, with my condition. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;4. Harry potter was o-kay? Pretty cite to catch the premier. BUT, i had to go throw up when it just started. (Strike of luck) But, i feel they crop alot of the scenes since the book is so thick. So i would prefer the book. 21st the book will be out! Yays! :P I ordered my copy. Hee-ha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Wont be here till the next week if i have anything to blog on i guess? So, byes ya! Take care all of you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556219441246552026-8952473391657280801?l=poisonivyisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/feeds/8952473391657280801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556219441246552026&amp;postID=8952473391657280801' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/8952473391657280801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/8952473391657280801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/2007/07/blinded.html' title='Blinded.'/><author><name>ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00108466335148891239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556219441246552026.post-7905862329925397096</id><published>2007-07-09T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T01:30:31.427+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wee~ transformer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;haha, i so heart boi's toys now. :) Went for Transformer today! My god. I give thumbs up to this movie for its high-tech bots and automobiles! Hoo-hah! I love bumble bee the most. He is so hot. ARgh. Yummy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;One week gone now, things will come to an end. This refers to my not so memorable exploration week. Lots of things to let go and forget. Some things especially, needs time to fade away. Since its has burnt a mark in my heart, my life. BUT, i can live with it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Feeling fine, much better. Again,  here i say. I am not mad  that it happen. That it chose me. Its meant to be. The fact that it happened was the most dramatic lar. Thats all. I am not a kiddo nor am i shallow, okay? Just, want to leave it aside cause there is nothing that can be done to heal it or help. Its a serious thing to me and it does affect how i see things now. If i am mad that it happened, i would have made a police report. Just that i chose to give it a go, a try. So end of it, ends today. Since tomorrow is a  new week new beginning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Leon, o leon. Having his class tomorrow. Hooray! Anticipation. haha. Yes, okay. i am a little insane for his class lar. Who can blame me? :P He gives us alot of advice and helps us with our work. The best lecturer so far. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Heard you all having exams next week. Good luck okies! Faster complete it so we can enjoy harry! hah! Till then, byes lar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556219441246552026-7905862329925397096?l=poisonivyisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/feeds/7905862329925397096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556219441246552026&amp;postID=7905862329925397096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/7905862329925397096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/7905862329925397096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/2007/07/wee-transformer.html' title='Wee~ transformer!'/><author><name>ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00108466335148891239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556219441246552026.post-3317473581860147805</id><published>2007-07-05T01:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T03:51:27.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Closure.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/RovYmVaaAXI/AAAAAAAAASQ/sZM9nrOuWFg/s1600-h/bitten.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 187px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/RovYmVaaAXI/AAAAAAAAASQ/sZM9nrOuWFg/s320/bitten.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083394757512266098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I hate looking in the mirror now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I feel so naked, bare, ugly. I feel, lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I  have no respect for drunkies now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I cant put up for any apologies or reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;It had already happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I dont wanna put myself through this hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; Wake up, from your dream and once and for all give up, okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; Its no point sulking over a girl that has NEVER had anything for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing I can do for you now is,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;To hide the truth from my parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&amp; thats all. goodbye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;For those that are not suck into this whirlpool,Get on with life where it stopped. Dont have to feel sorry for me and jappodise a friendship:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I know how he was before and i am sorry to say, he feels like a stranger to me now. I do pity&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;him, thinking in his perspective, but, so? What about me? Its a pain as well for me and I cant&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;help feeling hopeless and blank now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Understand that its only saint for me, to be running away, leaving. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving someone who is once my friend, but not anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I don hate him. Nor am i mad at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, it takes time to heal. For now, it drifted far, far away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556219441246552026-3317473581860147805?l=poisonivyisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/feeds/3317473581860147805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556219441246552026&amp;postID=3317473581860147805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/3317473581860147805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/3317473581860147805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-hate-looking-in-mirror-now.html' title='Closure.'/><author><name>ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00108466335148891239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/RovYmVaaAXI/AAAAAAAAASQ/sZM9nrOuWFg/s72-c/bitten.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556219441246552026.post-4742679651751508238</id><published>2007-06-24T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T18:55:04.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tee-hee! Loving the memories.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This week was a blast! Well, kinda. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Din attend much classes since i skipped emilia's on Tuesday. haha. Bite me. Then wed had marker test. Screwed the whole bg, but its okie. I tried. Then Friday class was canceled. Okay, i officially miss leon. I hate not having his clas. Yar, i am crazy. Lovin' it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Saturday, Genting here i come. haha. Well, it wasnt so comfy, at least not for me. My sister, Alicia was still vomiting the whole journey there and even till the end. She has to fight it, the doctor claims there ain't anything wrong, but why? She cant keep her food down. Pale and even smaller than ever. Sigh. Hope i get to know how to help her.  :(  Get well soon? The rooms was okay, bigger than the last trips. We went for the premium rooms at the highlands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Anyways~ Back to Sammi.  MAN, she improved alot. She was dancing crazily. Missed her man. Not that i am a crazy fan of hers. But, she is just so.. hurm. She is an icon. I am sure everyone will remember her whereever she goes and whenever. Heres a glimpse on the gig. Enjoy the show! hah. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rn4vhF2qFbI/AAAAAAAAANQ/F0oXL05sN_c/s1600-h/CIMG0209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 224px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rn4vhF2qFbI/AAAAAAAAANQ/F0oXL05sN_c/s320/CIMG0209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079549675274114482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;Was at the arena pretty early. :) "So Mi" (Show me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rn4vhV2qFcI/AAAAAAAAANY/42XmZtCMmNE/s1600-h/CIMG0216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 205px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rn4vhV2qFcI/AAAAAAAAANY/42XmZtCMmNE/s320/CIMG0216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079549679569081794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rn4viF2qFfI/AAAAAAAAANw/mu3AHZ3hNbk/s1600-h/CIMG0217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 239px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rn4viF2qFfI/AAAAAAAAANw/mu3AHZ3hNbk/s320/CIMG0217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079549692453983730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Opening ceremony. SAMMI! SAMMI *SCREAMS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rn4vh12qFeI/AAAAAAAAANo/NRQaFDdMAjo/s1600-h/CIMG0218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 233px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rn4vh12qFeI/AAAAAAAAANo/NRQaFDdMAjo/s320/CIMG0218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079549688159016418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The queen herself! HOORAY HOORAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rn41Vl2qFgI/AAAAAAAAAN4/-LIldp_hse0/s1600-h/CIMG0224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 231px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rn41Vl2qFgI/AAAAAAAAAN4/-LIldp_hse0/s320/CIMG0224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079556074775385602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Look! Pretty Sammi backdrop! Sammi with wig!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rn41WF2qFiI/AAAAAAAAAOI/bOGT-e-AwiU/s1600-h/CIMG0236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 205px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rn41WF2qFiI/AAAAAAAAAOI/bOGT-e-AwiU/s320/CIMG0236.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079556083365320226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sammi just flunked her wig! hah :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rn42Nl2qFjI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/hnIsjh22USs/s1600-h/CIMG0239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 195px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rn42Nl2qFjI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/hnIsjh22USs/s320/CIMG0239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079557036848059954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;One of Sammi's drawings published in one HK mag&lt;br /&gt;during her long break one and a half years back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rn42N12qFkI/AAAAAAAAAOY/23Lf-QHt8WY/s1600-h/CIMG0244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 216px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rn42N12qFkI/AAAAAAAAAOY/23Lf-QHt8WY/s320/CIMG0244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079557041143027266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Stylo outfit! Blink! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rn44PF2qFsI/AAAAAAAAAPY/eGKCMDbfGa8/s1600-h/CIMG0247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 390px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rn44PF2qFsI/AAAAAAAAAPY/eGKCMDbfGa8/s320/CIMG0247.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079559261641119426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rn43Z12qFoI/AAAAAAAAAO4/pcXp0jOWt38/s1600-h/CIMG0264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 216px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rn43Z12qFoI/AAAAAAAAAO4/pcXp0jOWt38/s320/CIMG0264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079558346813085314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The more cool and elegance one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rn43aV2qFqI/AAAAAAAAAPI/NQv_IypEGjo/s1600-h/CIMG0269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 217px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rn43aV2qFqI/AAAAAAAAAPI/NQv_IypEGjo/s320/CIMG0269.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079558355403019938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sammi and guest artist, Cheung Keng Hin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rn46J12qFyI/AAAAAAAAAQI/8SV3hu3imyA/s1600-h/CIMG0281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 274px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rn46J12qFyI/AAAAAAAAAQI/8SV3hu3imyA/s320/CIMG0281.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079561370470061858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yet another sporty outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rn47lF2qF0I/AAAAAAAAAQY/mq2FWQIJu5k/s1600-h/CIMG0283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 275px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rn47lF2qF0I/AAAAAAAAAQY/mq2FWQIJu5k/s320/CIMG0283.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079562938133124930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She is movin'. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rn49MV2qF4I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/aEUtNPeLn60/s1600-h/CIMG0319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 184px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rn49MV2qF4I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/aEUtNPeLn60/s320/CIMG0319.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079564711954618242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cute and tire Sammi sitting for a break. :) AWwW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rn49Ml2qF5I/AAAAAAAAARA/AwTcADYnBR8/s1600-h/CIMG0305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 227px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rn49Ml2qF5I/AAAAAAAAARA/AwTcADYnBR8/s320/CIMG0305.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079564716249585554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here she goes again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rn47lV2qF1I/AAAAAAAAAQg/hWoY0fMbX0U/s1600-h/CIMG0294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 230px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rn47lV2qF1I/AAAAAAAAAQg/hWoY0fMbX0U/s320/CIMG0294.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079562942428092242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The ending? The peak of the concert!&lt;br /&gt;Wee heee, EVERYONE MOVE MOVE! AAAHHHH SAMMI I LUP YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rn47ll2qF2I/AAAAAAAAAQo/bDKlYal_M9Y/s1600-h/CIMG0333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 236px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rn47ll2qF2I/AAAAAAAAAQo/bDKlYal_M9Y/s320/CIMG0333.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079562946723059554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Encore! Encore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rn49-V2qF8I/AAAAAAAAARY/iP3Z6ZIsa2o/s1600-h/CIMG0381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 328px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rn49-V2qF8I/AAAAAAAAARY/iP3Z6ZIsa2o/s320/CIMG0381.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079565570948077506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Singing 终身美丽.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rn49-V2qF9I/AAAAAAAAARg/neMpLZiZxZY/s1600-h/CIMG0390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 341px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rn49-V2qF9I/AAAAAAAAARg/neMpLZiZxZY/s320/CIMG0390.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079565570948077522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Sammi, saying goodbye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;That wraps up Sammi's concert. Sammi, 你一定会终身美丽! Take care and hope to see you soon! XOXO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Hahah, hope you guys enjoyed the "concert" displays here as much as i did in the concert. Shout till my lungs came out. :P Though cammie was not perfect lar, but good enough. Thanks for your help, hurm, Blackie? haha. I dunno what to name him lar. Some shots was not so good cause i did not on flash. :P O well. There were some short clips as well. I havent figure out how to post them yet though. sigh?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Miss hanging out you guys, Thank god ONE MORE WEEK holidays is coming! Though only one week! SINGAPORE, here we come! Hope we will be able to work this trip out and we will be able to take a good long shopping break to freshen us up. hehe. See you guys soon yah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Before i go, dad had RM600 voucher, look at how i indulged. Man, i am gonna be a fat pig and no one will ever want me. But, ah, don care! I rather be a healthy fat baby than a weak and sickly one. (Sounds like someone related to me. :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The Olive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appetizer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rn4-r12qF_I/AAAAAAAAARw/APISAus61Yg/s1600-h/CIMG0414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 160px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rn4-r12qF_I/AAAAAAAAARw/APISAus61Yg/s320/CIMG0414.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079566352632125426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I pity you, little kicimatoink snail,&lt;br /&gt;you warent very yummy but i ate you. ONLY ONE. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main Course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rn4-sF2qGAI/AAAAAAAAAR4/8-0IqD9Bmi4/s1600-h/CIMG0416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rn4-sF2qGAI/AAAAAAAAAR4/8-0IqD9Bmi4/s320/CIMG0416.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079566356927092738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wagyu sirloin steak. Yummy! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dessert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rn4_BF2qGBI/AAAAAAAAASA/9Uo5Z4xUZV4/s1600-h/CIMG0423.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 246px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rn4_BF2qGBI/AAAAAAAAASA/9Uo5Z4xUZV4/s320/CIMG0423.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079566717704345618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;The coffee icecreamie and tiramisu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times news roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Thats all for this long long long long post! Back to berol and simplify! Oh yah, and 2 articles for my beloved Leon!:P Tata!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556219441246552026-4742679651751508238?l=poisonivyisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/feeds/4742679651751508238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556219441246552026&amp;postID=4742679651751508238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/4742679651751508238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/4742679651751508238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/2007/06/tee-hee-loving-memories.html' title='tee-hee! Loving the memories.'/><author><name>ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00108466335148891239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rn4vhF2qFbI/AAAAAAAAANQ/F0oXL05sN_c/s72-c/CIMG0209.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556219441246552026.post-4840901583341662656</id><published>2007-06-18T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T16:26:30.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A break from reality.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Its been quite a while since i last blog. Well, it feels that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Life is getting into a routine and its a rather dull one. *Yawn* i CANT help myself from rushing my work in order to meet my own deadlines. I make myself finish visual work by Monday. (Class on wed f.y.i) I just want to help more time for my publication class. But, unfortunately, I still cant manage to complete in time. Last week i was up till 630am. The bright morning sun, birds chirping, yada,yade. What a scene eh? *sigh* i could barely get a glimpse of sleep and i head to college. Thats college life, i guess?! Its a lifestyle i reckon many practices. o well, life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;My sister, Alicia, my beanie.  She is sick. Aww.  She saw 2 doctors for the pass 2 days but they din helped her. So yesterday she went to SJMC. Got blood test and check-up. They gave her a jab and she came home with-- Gastric and Urinal infection?( i have no idea what are the exact terms) haha. My god. Whatever she eats, she will vomit it out. Times like this, i will be home to check-up on her since my room is just next to hers. Today, she din get better. Mama says that if she is still in pain later. She will be admitted to the hospital. *gurp* She has a slight history in all this. But i can tell its not for the same reason she is getting it again. This time is due to stress, irregular time of food and lack of water. ( She lost her bag last week, her NEW bag. Did i mention this?) Despite from all the mishaps, she has been also very busy with admin work in Bakerzin. :( Sometimes i pity her, but what can i do? Nothing, nada, zipped.  Get well soon okay, my dear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Oh yah, i got my MAC and my K610i back! hehe. There is this new gadget that came to join my family. A compact! FINALLY! i decided what to get and wala-- A Casio EX-Z1050. Enjoying the random pictures a take and loving the awesome (well, i think they are awesome?) snaps that this camera provides. Tee-hee. :P I promise that i will take good care of you, you all. hah. Sold my Canon S3 as well for hurm Rm1100? Will be keeping the money to get a DLSR. :) hehe. peeps, i need help on how to use it when i do get it, soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;This saturday, i will be going Genting to see Sammi. Hooray, hoorah. Well, hopefully my sister gets well then. Or not, i dunno how lar. Its a family thing. So, GET WELL? I am not a big fan of hers, i mean Sammi. But i think she is just like an icon? Bottom line, i like her. Cant wait to see her since she been on holiday for 2 yrs? yar, missing her in action.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Missing, i miss you jie,  Kelly. Too bad that you are not here with us. I promise i will go visit you soon! Take good care of yrself okies? xoxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Sharmaine &amp; Jamie, how was finals? Everything okay? Its been a while since we met. Hope that the day will come soon enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I noticed suddenly that we don have a name for our gang. The usual gang, you know who you are. :) Though we don't see each other much. Bear in mind that, i miss you guys ALOT and hope that we will all be able to complete this "rat race" together. Good luck and when you all need help, you know where to find me. *winks* oh, dearest &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Tee Ning Li&lt;/span&gt;, Happy Belated 2oth bday!:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I think that sums up everything. I better continue my visual work before i attempt to pinch myself for not completing in on time. :P Lastly, may all wishes come true and stay healthy okies everyone?! Bai~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Currently into drama-ing. Its my late nights companion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ghost whisperer, Angel Lover and BBT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556219441246552026-4840901583341662656?l=poisonivyisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/feeds/4840901583341662656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556219441246552026&amp;postID=4840901583341662656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/4840901583341662656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/4840901583341662656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/2007/06/break-from-reality.html' title='A break from reality.'/><author><name>ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00108466335148891239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556219441246552026.post-385461029909546386</id><published>2007-06-04T01:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T01:48:34.465+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I will miss you, i will.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Then again. I return to this familiar spot i am. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Back&lt;/span&gt; in the days, when i have no MAC. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Something is not right and i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know why. I miss you ad. Come &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;back&lt;/span&gt; to me soon, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;okies&lt;/span&gt; dearly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt; *sighs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Today was our family day. Went &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;starhill&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dimsum&lt;/span&gt; and head to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;popo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hse&lt;/span&gt;. Happy for u girl. Michelle! Got your own room. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. Yr place is huge &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;lar&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;. next time can sleep over ad. I suddenly noticed today. That, there genes. My cousins i am referring to, they all look. cute. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;hahah&lt;/span&gt;. I mean its like they have the same look and they are all thin and tall. MAN, why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; i have such good genes. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ARGH&lt;/span&gt;. I mean, my sisters and me. SO BIG DIFF. But what can i say right? Meant to be again. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;hah&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Congrats to the newly married couple. My ex CD055-2 classmate. She got married yesterday and soon enough, she will have a healthy and cute baby. *&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;cheeeers&lt;/span&gt;* &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;hah&lt;/span&gt;. It might be too early for some. Hell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;yah&lt;/span&gt;, it is for a 19 year old. (She is one yr younger f.y.i) Then again, it all goes back to fate. OR meant to be??! Don kill me, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;reallly&lt;/span&gt; mean it. I mean you have to meet that special someone, to have those intimate moments and then conceive? Sounds &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;prefect&lt;/span&gt; to me.  :) I wish you all the best girl. Cant wait to see her baby! Few more months. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I might have say this a couple of times, its another week.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know why but, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; year is passing damn fast. I mean, i want it to be. But, it just slips away~ Wee. I wish, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; will be different. But the more u bang on things to be unique, the more ordinary it gets. So, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;ai&lt;/span&gt; yak. Don care?! As long as, i am happy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; good enough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I miss you bugging me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Sharmaine&lt;/span&gt;. I still don see yr chatterbox in your blog! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Argh&lt;/span&gt;. Whenever i think of you, my mind tend to slip off and think of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;him*. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Well, i know its silly and dumb. But it just feels the same like when i think of the other crushes. What was his name ad, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;TCJ&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;SWSL&lt;/span&gt;.  Remember? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;hah&lt;/span&gt;. Those were the days &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;wei&lt;/span&gt;, huh? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Dont&lt;/span&gt; you reckon? Good luck again for finals &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;lar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;girlies&lt;/span&gt;!* Faster come find me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;kbox&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;ler&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Come come girl, we set &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;ler&lt;/span&gt; like another day for potential &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;fren&lt;/span&gt; day! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. Crap. Just thought will be fun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;lar&lt;/span&gt;. Go for random outings. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;heh&lt;/span&gt;. Like we did that day. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. SO sick of dessert now. Yuck. Till next next week, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;Bakerzin&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Got to run now, simplify. simplified. -out-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556219441246552026-385461029909546386?l=poisonivyisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/feeds/385461029909546386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556219441246552026&amp;postID=385461029909546386' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/385461029909546386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/385461029909546386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-will-miss-you-i-will.html' title='I will miss you, i will.'/><author><name>ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00108466335148891239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556219441246552026.post-2170481653351505650</id><published>2007-06-01T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T23:42:50.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh, moments like this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Worn out and empty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Pushing myself to go further, but i have to take a break.  I got till Monday to finish my marker work. I got the other time  to reconsider my usp for publication class.  It goes on and on.  I need to see deeper. Think the alternatives.  I am trying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Wanna look at back at this day one day, and be glad that its all over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Missed having fun time rather than just my time. Missed not having someone to fall back on. Missed having someone to miss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Moments like this, i am alone. And, i have myself to rely on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Rest will revive me. Revive me to greet a bright new day, new day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556219441246552026-2170481653351505650?l=poisonivyisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/feeds/2170481653351505650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556219441246552026&amp;postID=2170481653351505650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/2170481653351505650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/2170481653351505650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/2007/06/sigh-moments-like-this.html' title='Sigh, moments like this.'/><author><name>ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00108466335148891239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556219441246552026.post-426932041576543924</id><published>2007-05-28T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T23:42:41.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Savey' mate?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Today was our gang's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;POC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;hah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;. Well, something diff though. Belle and see &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;choon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; joined us. Its pretty weird to sit next to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;sc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; as well. I guess just not use to it cause he is "new". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;hah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Well, new to me but not someone, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;hor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;abby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;hah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;. Its cute &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;lar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; having so many &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; to watch the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;muvee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Wah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;, i give thumbs up for the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;muvee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;~ Seriously. Superb production &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;, like the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;scenery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;, background, pirates, etc. Good, good. Satisfying. Cheers matey! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Opps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;, nearly forgot to mention the hot actors they have in it. Sizzling, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;tastyyyy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;College life is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;abt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; to get back to its usual position. Hectic, sleepless nights bound to come back sooner than i think. Although i only have 3 classes. I am striving to make the best out of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Dont&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; know why i keep having this impression whereby, i will get lost somewhere in between. Sigh, i have to get a grip. Follow the flow. Perhaps its cause i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;havent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; finish my actual marker or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;berol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; for this week. Nor i am anywhere close to finishing my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;mag's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;asssignments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;. I cant seem to find a time to think &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;abt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; it clearly. Afraid to get it all wrong and there goes my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;hah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;. Joking?! I will find my direction soon :) Hopefully. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Cant believe that some where back in the days, we were that close. Me and my ex. Nowadays, its hard to pretend to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;frens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;. With all the "yo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;watssup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;" speech. Its hard, to pretend to not care. Talking to him, seem so fake. No longer that sincere friendship,  or that sweet love. Last time we just click, but now? I cant see the chemistry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;iether&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;. I guess, you can never be good &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;frens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; with yr ex. Just don seem right. I am not in the mood to fall into that whirlpool again, so don get me wrong. Just, seem wasted. Nothing i can do, not asking for anything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;either&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;.  He is deep down a nice guy, but i still prefer how we were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;frens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; back then rather than now. sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Unexpected, he actually replied me. hah. When i just don seem to bother anymore. Anticipation kills. So, just lay low. Whats meant to be, will be?! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I NEED HELP, i wanna change the layout of my BLOG! help me someone! I don't know what to do. *sobs*,*sniffles*!~* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Dedication to you Sharmaine. To our special stars-- Yours, mine, hers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Don McLean &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Vincent (Starry, Starry Night) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;                                  Starry, starry night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;Paint your palette blue and grey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;Look out on a summer's day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;Shadows on the hills,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;Sketch the trees and the daffodils,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;Catch the breeze and the winter chills,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;In colors on the snowy linen land. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Now I understand what you tried to say to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;How you suffered for your sanity,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;How you tried to set them free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;They would not listen, they did not know how.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Perhaps they'll listen now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;Starry, starry night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;Flaming flowers that brightly blaze,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;Swirling clouds in violet haze,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;Colors changing hue, morning field of amber grain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;Weathered faces lined in pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Now I understand what you tried to say to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;How you suffered for your sanity,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;How you tried to set them free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;They would not listen, they did not know how.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Perhaps they'll listen now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;For they could not love you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;But still your love was true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;And when no hope was left in sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;On that starry, starry night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;You took your life, as lovers often do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;But I could have told you, Vincent,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;This world was never meant for one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;As beautiful as you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Starry, starry night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Portraits hung in empty halls,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Frameless head on nameless walls,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;With eyes that watch the world and can't forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Like the strangers that you've met,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;The ragged men in the ragged clothes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;The silver thorn of bloody rose,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;Now I think I know what you tried to say to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;How you suffered for your sanity,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;How you tried to set them free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;They would not listen, they're not listening still.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;Perhaps they never will...     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Heard this song in one of the tvb drama. hah. Starrie starrie night, a pressie for your blog opening ceremony :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Apparently, do u guys know? If u are crazy for a song. But only know a little of the lyrics. You can do this. Lets just say i only know, "if u wander of too far, my love will get us home". Go to google. Type in if u wander of too far, my love will get us home 'lyrics'. THATS IT and you can finally get the name of the song you like and download it. Just like me. Here, my pick. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Christine Glass &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;My Love Will Get You Home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;If you wander off too far, my love will get you home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt; If you follow the wrong star, my love will get you home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt; If you ever find yourself, lost and all alone, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt; get back on your feet and think of me, my love will get you home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt; Boy, my love will get you home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; If the bright lights blinds your eyes, my love will get you home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; If your troubles break your stride, my love will get you home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; If you ever find yourself, lost and all alone, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; get back on your feet and think of me, my love will get you home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; Boy, my love will get you home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt; If you ever feel ashamed, my love will get you home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt; If its only you to blame, my love will get you home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt; If you ever find yourself, lost and all alone, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt; get back on your feet and think of me, my love will get you home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt; Boy, my love will get you home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Okay, its a lil' old skul. But i like it. Feels so comfy and soothing. Then again, its from drama as well. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Loving, Fergie's- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Big girls don cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;. &amp; Chris's- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Sometimes, i can relay on Fergie's track. Like you said abby. It does remind me of him. I guess, that was back then lar. I have to be strong cause &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;big girls don cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Anyways, i MUST get back to my work. Its gonna be another week. Again, and again. sigh. Till the next time i can slot in time. Byai's~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Oh yah, i finally got my pictures. Look so different huh compared to my shot? haha. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/RlryofSGWVI/AAAAAAAAANI/xQAUNWr9XPM/s1600-h/IvyLowAiWei.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/RlryofSGWVI/AAAAAAAAANI/xQAUNWr9XPM/s320/IvyLowAiWei.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069631107965016402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556219441246552026-426932041576543924?l=poisonivyisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/feeds/426932041576543924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556219441246552026&amp;postID=426932041576543924' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/426932041576543924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/426932041576543924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/2007/05/savey-mate.html' title='Savey&apos; mate?'/><author><name>ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00108466335148891239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/RlryofSGWVI/AAAAAAAAANI/xQAUNWr9XPM/s72-c/IvyLowAiWei.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556219441246552026.post-7281814438146448094</id><published>2007-05-21T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T00:38:16.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Okie, mama:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Here i am again. Too BORE, so here i come blogging. hehe.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Well, today is the deadline i set for myself. Its to forget and lead on to my life. This refers to my recent obsession. You guys, no point teasing me abt him ad! Its over before it even started?! haha. Okay, i shall not sulk anymore abt this. Sick of this damn topic ad, i bet u guys too! hehe. NEXT:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I love spending time with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Saturday, went scrolling with mama and sista to MV. Again and again, more and more. Mum is paying again for my stuff. I just cant help it. I am trying. TRYING. I will stop. But i seriously need some shoes! Shoe hunt anyone? hehehe. Dinner had some yummy pasta, sista's specialty. Wakakak. *grins* i pick up a couple from her so i think i can handle it by myself now. hahaa.  A new recipe for my collection. heh, i Love pasta. Slurp. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Sunday, went popo hse. I dont know why. It just feels comfortable going there. Spending some time with my cousins. Cant help thinking what would our lives be when we re all grown-up? Hrm, will we still be so tight? Only time will tell i guess. Oh yah, played with sis's bf-- newton's toy car at the lanes near popo hse. MAN, the car has real engines, run on petrol! SO DAMN cool! AH. i was scare to control it. But, i did anyway! HAHAHHA. It can drift, i think i am like a boy. I like this kinda thingamagie. :) Its cute, cool and YAYS. Exciting. *cheeeers* Cant wait to go to the course to play with it. The slopes and all. WEE~* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Okie, mama. WHY? This is what my mama said: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"Why not enjoyed being pampered till the fullest here and only further your studies when you finish?"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;This was the advice my mama gave me when i said whether i should go to aussieland earlier or later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;She said here i have everything- car, no hsework, food provided etc. She said i will have a whole life being independent. Well, which was true. So, i think i will finish my diploma here. I do wanna spent more time with her and my family. Being away seem so sad at times, although i do wanna be more independent. See more things and explore. Live in a diff environment. But, i guess it could wait just a little? hehe. So, okie mama, okie! :) i guess this settles it! ME and TOA till august! Stuck to you!:P Girls, Shar and Ja! No worries i will still be going to aussieland to visit u all during my break! hehee! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Fix me, i am broken. I am so lazy to do my assign. Some of it. I hate the visual work! CRap. CAN you just walk away but i don have to fail? haha. I have been dreaming too much , too too much. I better skip and finish my assign. Wanna get it done earlier. So i have time for mag:) Anticipation bites. Bye-e.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556219441246552026-7281814438146448094?l=poisonivyisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/feeds/7281814438146448094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556219441246552026&amp;postID=7281814438146448094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/7281814438146448094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/7281814438146448094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/2007/05/okie-mama.html' title='Okie, mama:)'/><author><name>ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00108466335148891239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556219441246552026.post-2339024095336331000</id><published>2007-05-18T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T23:20:40.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simplicity.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Finally gone thru a whole week of class. Well, almost whole? hahha. Just my classes lar. It was O-kay i guess. What to expect in the 1st week? Lots of new faces and some familiar ones in my new class- AD058-1. I guess i have to start getting use to writing this instead of AD055-2. Will definitely miss you guys. WILL do! sigh? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Was browsing at my old doodles from my diary. Well, i came a long way to get to where i was. All the silly things i fuss abt and all the crushes i had. I tend to dream and wish alot. I tend to let my imagination wander off into space and come up with all softs of endings, etc. Which was cute back then. Now? I call this naive? or childish? I don't know what to categorize them? But its cute, i guess i can look back at them and have a laugh or so. hehehe. People do grow right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;For now, i will just live my simple life. At times, i would want to have more? But, i am grateful. I am. I understand now, what is more important. Where my priorities should be. Since it is still the beginning of a new term, i wanna get myself ready and make the best out of everything.  Others? Sometimes, i just wanna forget and give up the hope to have something with him. Or to even to get to know him. I am tire, i am. I am just a simple girl who needs simple things. So, i give up. I don wanna do anything more. I wanna be myself and lead on my life as how i was. :) Hope i can eventually do it. ( i  know i can, cause i had gone thru these twisty moments many many times. :P) *Cheers*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;From my doodles, i learned that i had always believe in fate. Or in god. I believed that god has a plan for everyone of us. Is it silly to think that way? Well, sorray then. I had this mindset since i was like form something lar. hahaha young and innocent mind of mine. Till this day, i still believe that everything happens for a reason. Still believe in karma. But for all the bad things i did (stealing, cheating?), i think i will go to hell. So not much of hope to go to heaven lar. I am trying to be a better person as days go by. A more obedient daughter to my parents, a more caring sister to my elder sisters, a more sincere friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;For my girls out there, test ard the corner. (Not mine though, hehee) Good luck okies? I will start missing you girls and him? Nah, i hope. hehehe. I get over my silly gaga soon enough. My special comet starrie. hehehe. You get what i mean, i know. :P You reading it, take care lar. Good luck with SL also. 24 too! Sincerely posting it here, it might come true!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;My god, so sorray for this boring post wei. I dont know what came over me. I just feel, its a end  to a new beginning and this is when a new beginning appears again! Get it? haha. Confusing eh? :P Just take this as a random post lar. A RANDOM ONE. Got some stuff on the list to complete. Phew, it is another beginning. Another. To all TOA pals, hand in hand we work thru this term and the next next next. GANBADE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Lastly, a random picture to wrap things up. Yummies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rk3Cm_SGWTI/AAAAAAAAAM4/9H-Mnbk2FZE/s1600-h/character.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 267px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rk3Cm_SGWTI/AAAAAAAAAM4/9H-Mnbk2FZE/s320/character.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065919130939840818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556219441246552026-2339024095336331000?l=poisonivyisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/feeds/2339024095336331000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556219441246552026&amp;postID=2339024095336331000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/2339024095336331000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/2339024095336331000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/2007/05/simplicity.html' title='Simplicity.'/><author><name>ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00108466335148891239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rk3Cm_SGWTI/AAAAAAAAAM4/9H-Mnbk2FZE/s72-c/character.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556219441246552026.post-3880763960169181742</id><published>2007-05-12T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T10:17:01.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wee Hee~*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Time goes by. Its saturday today!!! Tuesday class loo! hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I got my timetable and classes settled early this term. :) Quite happy with the classes i have now. Basically i have:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Tuesday: 6pm-8pm (Yah, guest lec. So the time is pretty odd.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Wednesday: 230pm-630pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Friday: 11am-3pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Thats all! heheh. Its pretty okie lar, will have alot of ME time. Make-up classes still pending, but if the times are right, i will definitely take it up. *Cheery-o's* hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;I love my term break, well its almost over. Despite from all the bad like, NOT DOING ANY ASSIGN or some of not so comfy nights. It was good. I fell i experience a turning point this term break. Like i feel i had gone thru some changes and learned some new stuff. Well, here is my story. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I went all "goo-goo" over some guy that i hardly know. It was fun, like it has been so long since i had like a major crush on somebody. I guess i just enjoyed the first impression i had abt him. Simple, Love (well, kinda. This is some part of love?!:P) is blind. Dont you think? hehe. Though nothing happened, i dont even think he remembers me for someone more than just a random fren. Maybe just a, VERY RANDOM one. hahha. *sigh*? Its okay, liking someone sometimes can just be sweet, like you feel some life in yrself. Well, thats my opinion though. Just felt that way. I felt blessed, well "xin fu" to be exact. Dont know why though. I guess some things are just meant to be, so there is nothing to expect or have hope in. Admiring is meant to be like that, isnt it? Hey Mr.x I dont think u will read a random person's- my blog right? But its okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I just wanna say, I Secretly Heart You:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; hehe. Quite glad lar that i am no longer like crazie over him, just happy i did during my term break. Made it more, hmm, colourful? Yays~ hehe:P  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Like i mentioned in my previous post, I love my shopping spreeees during the term break. I went to alot of places to look at things and also prepare for my upcoming subjects in the new term. I quite like the changes i am making. Everyone should have a change once in a while right? haha. Its fun. It gives more perspective and also more hurm, well more varieties i guess? I am happy abt it so thats most important. Hope you guys, my beloveds, hah enjoyed yr term break as well!:) I had seriously, ALOT of rest. I cant wait to get going again and get busy! Come on you guys, i will be alwes up for a trip/adventure/drive to any place you all need to go. Perhaps, printing again?? haha. I can alwes help out, okies? *wink* So feel free to jump at me! weehehe. Back to the shopping topic~ (Girls best fren, yayhoo!) I M SO IN LOVE with SHORTS now. I mean more than my MINI'S. hahhaa. Its a crazie shorts frenzie now!!!! Though i hardly find any super nice ones, so will see. =) hah~ Besides that, colours are also what i LOVE now. It gives happiness and also brightens up the mood. So yay! Support! hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Been doing some thinking, i do wanna find love. For a moment there, i just assume that i perfer  to like be alone and single? I guess, its kinda like more of a companionship? But then again, this kinda things cant really be predictable. Its hard to find someone who loves you or should i say ME for me. Or even for me t0 love them back. So, just leave things as it is. Like i say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Things are meant to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;(i kinda alwes say this, haha. But i do mean it!) I am pretty happy for my all my frens who is able to find their love. Just like my sis. haha. Went with her to sg today. Well, simple car ride, shopping, eating yummy dessert, yada- was just so so sweeeet. Bless them, may all lovers be together and hope that they will find their understanding:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;What else is there to write, OH yah, tmr is Mothers Day! Well, its pretty commercial now. But still, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Happy Mothers Day sincerely to my dear MAMAW:) &lt;/span&gt;This year kinda special, i treated my mum to a pedicure, a gift and also dim sum tmr! Well, at least i think, i am going dim sum. I am not too sure now though. Oh well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I guess i will sign off here. That was my story and  it will alwes go on, so stay put! hehe. Ta's for  now!  xoxo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556219441246552026-3880763960169181742?l=poisonivyisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/feeds/3880763960169181742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556219441246552026&amp;postID=3880763960169181742' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/3880763960169181742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/3880763960169181742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/2007/05/wee-hee.html' title='Wee Hee~*'/><author><name>ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00108466335148891239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556219441246552026.post-3556226012788055208</id><published>2007-05-07T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T23:17:14.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah, i spoke soon enough.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Yays! my uncle is out of ICU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I have my room! Thanks for the concern you guys. :) xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;These days, besides the disturbed nights of sleep (buhbyes to it, hehe) I think shopping bug is biting on me again. Cant recalled how much i used, but shopping therapy can really cheer a person up and bring joy to your life. HOORAY! Enjoying evry bits of it. BUT I CANt wait to get back to college. To get back having life with my buds, miss them dearly. AND also some solid assignment time. Slacking off ALOT these hol. Relaxing:) (Not putting the no room days in count), i had alot of sleeeeeep. Feel recharged and cant wait to get ready to go again. Well, soon anyways. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Next term, i think i will have 3 classes? So i tawt of enrolling into a make up course. Its fun and i am pretty interested in it. So, see how things go lar. I have been looking at some of the make up acedemy they have ard my place. Anyone know any details, feel free to drop me a word yah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Oh, dont know whether i am just making all this things too early. I am gonna check out the details of credit transfer to aussie soon. Just feel i should get some details. Definately i will be finishing this term here. So, lots more time. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;WE have to meet soon girls, guys, you all lar. hehehe. Missing you ppl in action lar! YOR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I MUST go sleeep now, no, you din get it wrong. ITS 11.15pm. I need to sleeep. Ah, ta's girls!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556219441246552026-3556226012788055208?l=poisonivyisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/feeds/3556226012788055208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556219441246552026&amp;postID=3556226012788055208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/3556226012788055208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/3556226012788055208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/2007/05/yeah-i-spoke-soon-enough.html' title='Yeah, i spoke soon enough.'/><author><name>ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00108466335148891239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556219441246552026.post-8588594027974689636</id><published>2007-05-06T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T18:17:10.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need my space.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I came to a conclusion that, i need sufficient space to maintain being saint. Seriously, today will be forth day, which i still don think i can sleep in my room later at night. SIGH. Night, is the time when i do my own things, listen to some tunes, meditate or something. AH, but for the passed 3 days and 3 nights, i cant!!!!! My uncle was admitted to the hospital to go thru a by-pass. ( In result of eating too many oily food and work-stresss, yada.) So my aunt, she stayed over cause she was afraid of being alone. O-kay. Fine by me. But as days goes by, i find myself sitting downstairs looking at the ceiling, unable to enjoy the tunes and also the peace. Then i noticed how important it is to have enough and undisturbed sleep. (These days i have been sleeping on the floor mattress, just like a fugitive fleeing from parents room to sis.) I cant really fall into deep sleep as well. I seriously cant take it much longer. I seriously cant. Having constant headache and flu from time to time due to this matter. I, sincerely pray for my uncle to get well soon so he can get out of ICU and then i will be able to have my own room back. MY OWN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I don think what i am doing is worth it. I think i am gonna give up. Hate the anticipation and i dont feel i shall wait anymore. Good-bye my fren. Good bye:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556219441246552026-8588594027974689636?l=poisonivyisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/feeds/8588594027974689636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556219441246552026&amp;postID=8588594027974689636' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/8588594027974689636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/8588594027974689636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-need-my-space.html' title='I need my space.'/><author><name>ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00108466335148891239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556219441246552026.post-451162006798217861</id><published>2007-04-29T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T23:08:31.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I ADORE you, and THEM!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;MY 2oth bday! Voted as the BEST PRESSIE.&lt;br /&gt;I have to blog abt it. Here they are~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;(Used phone cammie to capture these cute moments)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/RjShGZO5gBI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aGDZVXwBiW0/s1600-h/cake1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/RjShGZO5gBI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aGDZVXwBiW0/s320/cake1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058845412668571666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/RjShGZO5gCI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Hqykzas2gsM/s1600-h/love+bites.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/RjShGZO5gCI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Hqykzas2gsM/s320/love+bites.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058845412668571682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/RjShGpO5gDI/AAAAAAAAAMw/SRugFujTg7E/s1600-h/puppy+love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/RjShGpO5gDI/AAAAAAAAAMw/SRugFujTg7E/s320/puppy+love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058845416963538994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;How can i dont love her right? All hand made by my cousin. She is such a doll! She is also 20 this year, is this that i am older by like, couple of months? Neh, my chatterbox, i said i wanted cupcakes. She actually made them. THANKSS ALOT. i was SPEECHLESS when i saw them. They are SO CUTE. OMG. How i adore hand-made stuff. he-he :) Love you girl! Thanks!!!!! (Guys, she is single:P Look what good crafty hands she has. *winks*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I like the other pressies also lar, but this is... this is.. ah, u get the picture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556219441246552026-451162006798217861?l=poisonivyisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/feeds/451162006798217861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556219441246552026&amp;postID=451162006798217861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/451162006798217861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/451162006798217861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-adore-you-and-them.html' title='I ADORE you, and THEM!'/><author><name>ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00108466335148891239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/RjShGZO5gBI/AAAAAAAAAMg/aGDZVXwBiW0/s72-c/cake1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556219441246552026.post-5549965955614040823</id><published>2007-04-29T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T15:03:06.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday To Me!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Thanks you guys, for all the blessings and wishes. Most of all, this piggie for being too bore (same like bday girl, most of my frens are out of town. Boo Hoo.) so decided we should hang out and spent my bday. hahaa. Thanks a whole lot. Well, let me give u a brief intro on my bud. We talked abt practically anything and NO we are not a couple, we did share like food or drink-- Lover's combo during muvee's. But hah, my best bud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/RjQmc5O5f2I/AAAAAAAAALI/yssb3uBMh84/s1600-h/jeevan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 205px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/RjQmc5O5f2I/AAAAAAAAALI/yssb3uBMh84/s320/jeevan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058710559285411682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;Bear with me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt; Stupid cam, had to grayscale it to cover the flaws:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most of you all ad know him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;but for those who dont here goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;name: jeevan cian nagapan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;class: mm 055-1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;known him since foundation yr in TOA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;character: cheeky, fun, outgoing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Basically, we went Alexis, bsc for dinner. I was craving for the tiramisu there! Is the best so far i had. hehe. Then the food there was not bad lar. Quite satisfying. Later then we were bore death and it was only like 10pm? 2 more hrs to my big day. So, we decide to catch a muvee at Cineleisure, curve (yes, AGAIN) -- Sunshine. (Tip: remember to bring yr sunnies when you catch this muvee.haha.) Not bad, not bad at all, but everyone dies. Sigh. After that, he dropped me home and end of my day. It was ad 2am. I WAS OFFICIALLY 20. Tada. :) Thanks for the company piggie. It was fun lar, to once in a while see him and crap abt things. See yah soon okay, for flash. :P Sensai. hehee. Oh yah, best of luck with Ling yah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Well, there goes my bday. Will be having dinner again with family later i guess. But being 20, is all good. Not much diff. From this, i can see who really cares and remember this day. Its nothing much but, next year this day, i will be 21. Till time comes, i shall just enjoy how things are now. Will be uploading more pictures in this post. So, here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Pictures from Alexis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/RjQu9JO5f4I/AAAAAAAAALY/Z19J9Ok7wCU/s1600-h/A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/RjQu9JO5f4I/AAAAAAAAALY/Z19J9Ok7wCU/s320/A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058719909429215106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This place is nice and romantic,&lt;br /&gt;just right for candle-light dines:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/RjQxPZO5f5I/AAAAAAAAALg/xuBLS-LL84k/s1600-h/yummy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 204px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/RjQxPZO5f5I/AAAAAAAAALg/xuBLS-LL84k/s320/yummy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058722421985083282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Symbolic, candle and cake:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Happy 2oth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Pictures from Chilis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/RjQ15pO5f7I/AAAAAAAAALw/sx2gPmjXELs/s1600-h/groupie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/RjQ15pO5f7I/AAAAAAAAALw/sx2gPmjXELs/s320/groupie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058727545881067442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/RjQ0KpO5f6I/AAAAAAAAALo/NGEH7coFHmM/s1600-h/chilis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 220px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/RjQ0KpO5f6I/AAAAAAAAALo/NGEH7coFHmM/s320/chilis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058725638915588002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Group picture! Yew Jin, Chee Kin camera shy huh? :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Okay, enough for now. :)&lt;br /&gt;Since its my bday, i do get like 3 wishes right? hahaha. Shout-out, shout-out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish #1 World Peace&lt;br /&gt;Dont get it wrong, i am not asking for the world. Just my world:). Hope that all the ppl that i love and who loves me will be healthy and happy alwes. May their dreams come true and may they have a smooth-sailing 07.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;This wish, has the least chance of coming true. Yet, for now, its the most important wish ever. Shh, its a secret. *wink* Please, have a slight chance of coming true. Pur-lease?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Wish #3?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Okay, i think i will pass for this wish. I shall just keep this wish so that i can make the 2 other wishes i made stronger. hehe. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Lastly, signing out with picture of my 20th!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/RjQ5PJO5f9I/AAAAAAAAAMA/1YYwiPI-vI4/s1600-h/20th1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/RjQ5PJO5f9I/AAAAAAAAAMA/1YYwiPI-vI4/s320/20th1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058731213783138258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/RjQ5PZO5f-I/AAAAAAAAAMI/OHwRQElGDw4/s1600-h/20th+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/RjQ5PZO5f-I/AAAAAAAAAMI/OHwRQElGDw4/s320/20th+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058731218078105570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Almost forgot, thanks peeps, family, relatives for the pressies and ang pao. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Mama, next year can i have just one red egg instead of 2? Thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556219441246552026-5549965955614040823?l=poisonivyisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/feeds/5549965955614040823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556219441246552026&amp;postID=5549965955614040823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/5549965955614040823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/5549965955614040823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday To Me!?'/><author><name>ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00108466335148891239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/RjQmc5O5f2I/AAAAAAAAALI/yssb3uBMh84/s72-c/jeevan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556219441246552026.post-3499155750619864131</id><published>2007-04-27T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T00:01:46.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaps of Love and Kisses:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Wednesday, 25th April 2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;I must say, THANKS YOU GUYS for the celebration. Well, it wasn't on my bday itsef. But, its my 1st time celebrating with frens. Yet, felt the love and joy. hehehe. Thanks again:) It will be a day which i will remember and cherish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;This day, started long man. I woke up at 7am. GAWD, i am not krazy okay. Just that, i told my girls that will be visiting them in their college Aussie Day! (NO, there isnt any ausie food or things) It is actually just a carnival where each club will come up with something, iether games or  food. Well, there were some aussie stuff lar, like face paint a kangaroo?! hah. Some aussie map yada yada. Its an experience, to visit other colleges, rather than TOA. Its a big diff lar. They have their own canteen, and like meeting spot. It is so much easier to meet new ppl. Most of them are more english educated. (I can see that from the way they express themselves.) It was a fun day, i felt more like an exchange student, spy of some kind. hahaha. Its fun to see new things and spent time with the girls in a diff enviroment. :) All the best for test you. Missing you girls ad. xoxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;It is so easy to fall for someone that hard, but to love the person? Is another story. Well, i guess thats just me lar. haha. Easilly moved and attracted. :P BUT that does not make me a playa or anything, i am loyal when it comes to true love. hehhee. IF there is ever any of that ard these days. Have you ever meet someone and felt that you known the person for a long time? Or even that whether you two will click? I dunno, the feeling is so strange. This kinda thoughts can get you no where but yet i find it so amusing to think abt. hehee. Maybe i am just too bore?  My holiday is getting kinda lay-back. TOO laid back! I wake up like 1 most of the days where i have no intention of going out and sleep like 4-5? What kinda life is that. I do some reading, eat, watch tv and back to bed i go. Feeling the fats and boredom man. My mum calls this relax. hahah. I guess i should just slack off this week lar. Everyone needs a break, aight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Later that day, we went for haircut.  Just a  trim lar,  my frindge is killing me. But i don really like the  length of my hair now. O well, it will grow. I hope. &gt;.&lt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Had my bday celebration at Chilis. Man, lucky everyone only have one bday in a year. Because all the eating is making me feel sick. Just the food, NOT YOU GUYS. I love you guys, don get me wrong. hehehe. Thanks for taking time out to celebrate my early bday. hehehe. Took some pictures lar, will post them later. :) Oh, thanks for the necklace also. hehe. It gives me a diff feeling, celebrating/ hanging out with frens. You will still feel warm and feel that everyone is like related. No one will seem like a stranger and everyone is just enjoying being themselves. I do agree with you guys, yes i mean you two guys, yj and ck. I guess we girls are ourselves cause we arent those regular girls. We dont have to pretend cause we are all a big family? We dont see each other everyday, but the bond is still there? After all these, i dont find that i will be isolated when the term commence. (Before i was a lil' worried. hehee) Cause to me, you guys are more than just my frens. It does not feel so neutral anymore. :) So thanks again you ppl, you know who you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Today, AGAIN, another makan for bday. This time it was with my family-- Faasta Pasta, Curve.  Seriously, i hate eating. How i wish, human being don have to consume any sort of food.  (Maybe just dessert, hehehe, dessert is a temptation :P) But, its a tradition that bdya means eat? Dunno lar. hahaha. Food in Fasta wasnt excellent, just o-kay. Dessert-- Tiramisu was like YUCK. Sad, depressing lor. hahaha. 2 more days to my 2oth man. SHIAT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;When time comes, only i make my wishes. Hehehe. Can start thinking of some now, whether it happens or not... Who can tell?! Anyways, too lazy to upload pictures. So next time yah! Till then, buhbyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Oh yah, crazie with MCR songs now, infected by Abby. I think its a virus, spreading fast. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556219441246552026-3499155750619864131?l=poisonivyisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/feeds/3499155750619864131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556219441246552026&amp;postID=3499155750619864131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/3499155750619864131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/3499155750619864131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/2007/04/heaps-of-love-and-kisses.html' title='Heaps of Love and Kisses:)'/><author><name>ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00108466335148891239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556219441246552026.post-8735990901749557852</id><published>2007-04-22T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T22:33:58.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its an amusement park.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;t was Wow, FINALLY got over this term. Although i only have like what 4 classes, i still did feel like i had too much to do in too little time. But, its okie. Its all over. I actually could rest earlier after my pack class on Thursday. But my frens, they are still stuck in this "amusement park" TOA made for us/them. Just like any other park, there is the roller-coaster ride, ferris-wheel, merry-go-round etc. :) Their mag, ( i will taking it next term) i categorise as, roller-coaster? hahah. It take a whole lot of time to come up with the mag, then the printing, the binding. OMG lor.  i should consider myself lucky to have to know abt a lil more before i actually take it. They were so stress and they went all crazy with their sleeping times, so i took the initiative to ferry them there. Its peejay area, (someone still claims that its subang, ha-ha) so kinda my place. hehe. I was kinda happy for them when they got everything done and i also went for the critique clsss they had on saturday. It is only normal, for some to do better and some not to. Then again, *cheers* for all the effort and time put in. Next term is my turn, my god. I am kinda scare also lor. What it soemthing comes up adn i screw the whole thing. ARGH. Hold on, i am suppose to be on holiday, so *zips* end of this topic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;After the critique, it took for hours to wait. HMnp. stupid. :P We went to pick the daredevil boi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;(i am planning to call him that from now, Mr. Yew &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Jin ) at Jln gasing. They took my car, i was so damn sick of driving ad, after the whole week of non-stop driving to different places. So,m i just be the passenger.It was fun. I kinda ebnjoy the moment. Man, when i say we shoould stay out and not go back we REALLY MADE IT. We went to quite alot of places. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;MV&lt;/span&gt;, it was raining and we had to have a place to go chill and eat a little. KL, we check out the clubs, more to strolling. :) &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;PEEJAY, Murni&lt;/span&gt;,  Daredevil boi was craving for what hawaiian roti? Dunno lar, i only know it was quite yummy cause i had one too. hehehe. He was the driver of the night, so he made his decisions lar. Next, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;SANCTUARY, curve&lt;/span&gt;. hahaha. I forgot to mention, who went for the whole trip. (&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Yew Jin, Yew Chin, Abby, Chee Kin, and ME&lt;/span&gt;). Being drinkers they are, cant wait to go for the drink. Lala's hiccups is killing her too, she had to have something to drink. So here we are. "Potential frens" or not the place is packed with ppl, not bad. Everyone was so dressie and drunk. I was not really there to club, just to chill so not much of walking into the club itself. I had a, Rashberry Crush. Tasted a little like orange and, hurm. dunno. hahah. Lucky me, don have rashes also. hehee. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;CINELEISURE, curve&lt;/span&gt;. The night was getting way too long. So, we watched Shooter. It not bad, kinda cool. *wink* Here comes the part where i find, something or someone is taunting with us. Mr. Daredevil, okay give up on the name. Yew jin, he brought us to see the scenery on a spooky mountain on his way back home. Well, that was his intention. I was nice, obviously, we din go down cause it was like what 4 am?? We just drove pass some van, other vehicle (big possibility doing some woo-hoo?!, that is what Yew Jin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; say the mountain is for in times like this) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Btw, thats not the point. My car, my baby, black speed racer (i forgot what i name it ad) went crazy after we came down from the mountain. The lights, the radio switched off by itself. (We didnt notice that at 1st) The clock was like blinking. We tawt for a moment there, Yew jin was playing with us. (He is such a daredevil, alwes plotting to scare us and entertain us. Hmnp.) But the car, could not even accelerate. AH. i was so, what going on?! We had to stop by the side of the road. While we were waiting for help to come, i started to complain and had small little chat with my baby. IT DID NOT work, it still din start and i cant do anything. Lucky us, Yew Jin's "fren"? Aba? hahaha. dunno how to spell la was driving by. After many attempts of jump start, little baby only made it back to Yew jin hse. Window also cannot close ad. It died, the car died, EVERYTHING DIED. There was like smoke and water dripping from eksos. We chat and hung out at the pool to wait for sunrise. I had to, call my parents and ask them what to and also inform them when it is like day. Or not, i will be in so much of unnecessary nagging. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Yew Jin gave us all a ride home. Then, not long after i reach home, i was back in his place AGAIN. Called MAA, so they were on the way. Funny thing is, the battery meter indicates that the car battery was O-kay. OKAY?! I still got a new one though. So everything was back to normal. Window can close also. But then when we took it out, the old battery i mean, it indicates, weak. sigh. WTF. What is going on. Somethings is better not to be said man. Conclusion of all the drama and story, we had fun. We REALLY did mange to go all out and not go home. hahaha. We laugh, we talked, we lied, we gazed in the sky looking at the stars and the sun, we spent the whole entire night together. (If this happen to a couple, it might just be the sweetest experience ever.) Apart from all commotion, we learn abt each other more, share the moments, a chapter in life we will never forget and we think abt it, it was meant to be? It all adds a new chapter to our life. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Next weekend, my birthday. Sigh 20? WHY. Sometimes, i feel i don wanan grow up. It makes me think that one day, i will have to leave my nest (should be fun:P) and be more independent than i am now, make a living. I do hate that my birthday is on Sunday. Not much of a celebration going on on the day itself. But i do plan to have some makan before the day comes sicne lala is leaving on the 26th. So lets see how things go lar. I shall just enjoy this holiday and  keep myself occupied. Again when i start a new term, it will be something diff as, i wont be seeing, AD055-2 much. I would be more of a AD058-1. But, i know, i will still be kacau-ing u ppl back in ADO55-2 lar. Will miss yah, and still hope that things will work out just fine. I know it would if i make the effort. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Had some of my pack pictures taken. Most of the packs, our gang got taken by the lec for exhibition. :) Yays!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/RiteAL6F6nI/AAAAAAAAAK4/9mgULx4DCak/s1600-h/IMG_2575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/RiteAL6F6nI/AAAAAAAAAK4/9mgULx4DCak/s320/IMG_2575.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056238363942972018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The final mockup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/RiteAb6F6oI/AAAAAAAAALA/s1bfM5qDS_M/s1600-h/IMG_2576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 232px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/RiteAb6F6oI/AAAAAAAAALA/s1bfM5qDS_M/s320/IMG_2576.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056238368237939330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; Candy (Made out of playdoh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Next week will be the 1st week of holiday, so will blog soon? heheh. For now, byes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Oh yah, don worrie peeps. Parents din scold abt car. Its born to happen. hehehe. They are nice ppl. Lup them. :) Car also can fly ad. hehehe. So, no worries!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556219441246552026-8735990901749557852?l=poisonivyisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/feeds/8735990901749557852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556219441246552026&amp;postID=8735990901749557852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/8735990901749557852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/8735990901749557852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-amusement-park.html' title='Its an amusement park.'/><author><name>ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00108466335148891239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/RiteAL6F6nI/AAAAAAAAAK4/9mgULx4DCak/s72-c/IMG_2575.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556219441246552026.post-7010299186680572649</id><published>2007-04-10T13:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T00:46:02.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisterhood.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Happy Belated Bday MENG FAI!! Wee~ hehehe. Hope u like yr pressies as much as how i LOVE  shopping for them. :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Happy Bday SHARMAINE, An April 13th baby. :) See you soon yarh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;My o my, it seems there are alot of April babies. Every year, i would expect April to be a perfect month. So i can also enjoy being  an April baby. BUT, i guess not. It seems now, i still cant speak to my sister. Well, i dont know why. I just feel, she is a total stranger. A mean BIATCH. (I am sorray, i don mean to sound mean) This is what happen. *Flash back* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;SHOWDOWN Take 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;me: I told her that i will taking her car. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;her: She was like "drive yr own car, DONT take my car. I wanna drive my own car." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: I was like, mum said the car its not yrs, i can use it. U can drive her car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;her: No No, I WANT TO DRIVE MY CAR. MY CAR. You drive mums car lar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;me: (Shouted to my mum, told you she won let me take the car) *ran upstairs to shower* wee~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Anyways, why did i need to take her car?? Thats because my car need to go to the factory. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;SHOWDOWN Take 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Basically, cut it short. I overheard her saying to her bf, well, complaining to be exact. "Obviously, she is jealous of my dad's fren's daughter got new car, thats why have to take my car. (Complicated, sigh.)" I was in the showers, so i heard. WTF I don think anyone will expect that from her OWN SISTER??? Same blood, same sir name. Same?? Her tone, was so bitchy. Stupid "Boiatch" *winks* Anyways, back to the long winded story. I told my mum abt it, i rushed down after shower, cause i just could not take it anymore. Mum tried to sort things out.  Yada yada. I cant believe my ears, being in great disappointment. Lead me into crying a puddle. *sob* *sniff*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;Though the next day she apologise, saying she was in a bad mood, lots on her mind, bla bla bla. I still cant forgive her, and i wont pretend to. So i told her that thanks god i heard, i can finally see how she think of me as a sister. What a GREAT sister i have. Think of me as childish or anything, i seriously take our sisterhood with all due respect and sincerity.  Before this, i tawt,  亲情 was pretty important, NOW, i dont know what to believe.  All i know, now i am still not on talking terms with her.  I tried to forgive,  but, just not there yet. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Tmr my mummy will be going for her China trip. MAN, i am gonna be so lonely. Most of these  days, i have been keeping her company and she has been my  my companion too. The person i taled most to, will be on holiday. AwWw, i think i have to talk to the an empty house and 4 brick walls soon. *sigh* Life, ought to be lonely huh?? Hope she has a safe trip there and back on 18th April. :) Gonna miss u mummy. he-he. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Sorray for the drama in this post. :P Life is dramatic, don't cha think? Filled with diff aspects and elements, making it more interesting at times but not all the time. Live with it.  Got to go study for markeeting. Stupid slides. ARGH.  Oh, i still have to redo my pack. Lots to do for the last 2 weeks of college. Cant wait cant wait!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556219441246552026-7010299186680572649?l=poisonivyisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/feeds/7010299186680572649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556219441246552026&amp;postID=7010299186680572649' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/7010299186680572649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/7010299186680572649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/2007/04/sisterhood.html' title='Sisterhood.'/><author><name>ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00108466335148891239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556219441246552026.post-4799968114651298606</id><published>2007-03-27T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T01:25:00.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good old times:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;F&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;irstly,Happy Birthday Jamie!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Dont think you will read my blog, but its okie. hehehe. Just wanna shout out to you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Well, its my best bud's bday. Gawd, time goes by real fast. She is 20! AH, soon all of us will be 20. No longer a teen. I guess, its time to make some changes, time to grow up. Be more responsible for ourselves. :) Made her a bday pressie, sharing with a fren though. But end up, i am doing all the work. I guess its okie lar, hehehe, its fun when i have the time. So, i dont mind. hehe. Here is the pressie, hope u like it girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rgf8qJmOL5I/AAAAAAAAAKE/v6N9hAg6ilY/s1600-h/IMG_2508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rgf8qJmOL5I/AAAAAAAAAKE/v6N9hAg6ilY/s320/IMG_2508.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046279708552867730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hand-sewn/design on a orange tank top from topshop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rgf-JJmOL9I/AAAAAAAAAKk/SQto-ZqXd9g/s1600-h/card.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 299px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rgf-JJmOL9I/AAAAAAAAAKk/SQto-ZqXd9g/s320/card.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046281340640440274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A card specially made just for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rgf-qpmOL-I/AAAAAAAAAKs/e31xJ2XOjA8/s1600-h/jamie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 133px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rgf-qpmOL-I/AAAAAAAAAKs/e31xJ2XOjA8/s320/jamie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046281916166057954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Photoframe with your name to frame up our memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back when i was schooling, the reason i was inspire to take up art started off when i came across art and craft. It made a different in my life. Remember the days where i do such little gifts, cards for frens, family or sales. Aww, life then was- simple. I feeel my skills got rusty lar, getting a little slack behind since i havent been doing any cards. *sigh* Dont have anyone to give it to anyways, hahaha, or being too busy to make one. All my tools also covered with dust ad lar. :P I guess i must get a grip lar, read up and make use of things. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally finish my marker work. OMG. Why did i take up the challenge? With skills like mine, there is no way i will do that good. It didn't deserve a space on the board iether. hahaha. But, its okie lar. I AM TRYING. Well, trying to improve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This years resolution: Improve more on marker work :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is, my hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rgf8D5mOL2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/y-K-PxvH5RQ/s1600-h/icecremie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rgf8D5mOL2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/y-K-PxvH5RQ/s320/icecremie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046279051422871394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bear with me, its a bit distorted and also i ter-snip off the bottom. haha. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For this week, NO MORE hard reference. I will still stick to the average ones to improve my senses and skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, got to go now. Wanna go work further on my packaging, hoping to bring it to the prints tmr! Ta's~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556219441246552026-4799968114651298606?l=poisonivyisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/feeds/4799968114651298606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556219441246552026&amp;postID=4799968114651298606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/4799968114651298606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/4799968114651298606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/2007/03/good-old-times.html' title='Good old times:)'/><author><name>ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00108466335148891239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rgf8qJmOL5I/AAAAAAAAAKE/v6N9hAg6ilY/s72-c/IMG_2508.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556219441246552026.post-2982277001770267858</id><published>2007-03-23T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T02:03:59.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Well, just thinking of any single word can lead you to a whole lot of other things. Don't cha think? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Assumption&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;I just dont like the feeling where i am being assumed. No one will know myself better than me, I. Might be the way someone express their care for you or  to show that they have chemistry with you.  But,  i just hate that approach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;I have to say, there is a difference when one converse in a different language. Well, let me explain. It always sounds more harsh and aggressive when you speak in chinese of any kind. I had that experience. Its not i am not proud of being able to speak in chinese. I AM! i am! Just sometimes the tone, leads ppl to a stage where they feel threaten or even hurt? Although when you said it, you meant well, and yet the other party will take it differently. I am so not prejudice. Just things seem to be this way. I am not asking evryone to not speak chinese. Just that sometimes, just be very careful with the tone. It makes a difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;It is very important to have time management. Its your own responsibility to instill that habit in you. It might be hard, but you will be surprise at what you can achieve. Or how other people will see you as a person, cause how you behave you reflect on who you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Cherish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Know yrself well. Cherish all you love and especially, cherish yourself. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Okay, enough with the words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Just that, somehow these words kept revolving  in my mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Glad that i finally wrote them down. Wee~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;It has been a rainy week. Hope that evryone, evrywhere is safe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;World peace. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Sorry for this random post. Getting a little off hand. hahaha. Run along now. TA~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556219441246552026-2982277001770267858?l=poisonivyisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/feeds/2982277001770267858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556219441246552026&amp;postID=2982277001770267858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/2982277001770267858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/2982277001770267858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/2007/03/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts.'/><author><name>ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00108466335148891239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556219441246552026.post-8006263151393917119</id><published>2007-03-19T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T12:46:35.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exploration.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rf7hK4aKNTI/AAAAAAAAAJk/dzs2EbYajXE/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rf7hK4aKNTI/AAAAAAAAAJk/dzs2EbYajXE/s320/photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043716209758582066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;There goes explore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Quite glad that i use my time efficiently. I completed my marker work, we finally went for the photo shoot that bwe planned. Though some of things i had in mind we didnt really have the time to finish, but, its okie. There is always next time. :) Chose this picture to edit, call it my 1st lar. More to come. *wink* Damn, i am so slow in this. I will just sit there and rearranging the designs over and over again. BUT, its all worth it. I can practice my skills while i am at it. hehehe :P I have to improve lar, its getting kinda rusty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Since maid is not ard, mum had been doing most of the hsework.  Pity her sometimes. hahaha. Wanna allocate more time to be at home so i can help her out and also keep her company. Since she has to be at home, i feel i should to. hehehe :) I dont mind the hse work. BUT, yah theres a but. hahaha i still miss having a maid. Now i have to help with washing, with dogs, with tidying etc. O well, Lani please do come back like u promised. Waiting for u!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Tmr my mum will probably admit my popo (the one in cheras) to the hospital. Poor thing. She might have some bone injuries or veins breakage in her little toes. She was tire of walking then she kinda like collapse? I am not too sure. But, she did use her toes as brakes. So now its all blue black and and swollen. I cant imagine the pain. ARGh. May god bless her so she get better. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Term commenced today, its the beginning of a hectic lifestyle again. BUT, consider myself lucky, because i dont have to attend all the class. hehehe. Yet, there is so much to do in such little time. *sigh* Hope everything goes well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Got to get back to my work ad lar. :) Till the next post. Hopefully a new picture! hehehe. ta~!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556219441246552026-8006263151393917119?l=poisonivyisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/feeds/8006263151393917119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556219441246552026&amp;postID=8006263151393917119' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/8006263151393917119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/8006263151393917119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/2007/03/exploration.html' title='Exploration.'/><author><name>ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00108466335148891239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rf7hK4aKNTI/AAAAAAAAAJk/dzs2EbYajXE/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556219441246552026.post-562363676435922823</id><published>2007-03-14T03:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T04:00:37.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rocker?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Man, i must be joking myself! hehehe. Try-outs for lala (brella? new name :P) mag. She came up with -- upside down. Cute. Unfortunely, it rained like the next sec when we re abt to start? ha-ha. I had a fun time role playing a rocker lar. :P Inspired to take up some lessons lar. Anyone up for it?? C'on ler. Just a couple of picts lar. Thanks for abby and brella for the editing and photos. *cheers* I came to a conclusion. Photoshoots are fun lar. hehe. lovin' them. More to come for sure. As i said, wanna make the best out of the explore. Till then, ta's~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rfb9jH-7ANI/AAAAAAAAAI8/iry4pwNHU7Q/s1600-h/upsidedown1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rfb9jH-7ANI/AAAAAAAAAI8/iry4pwNHU7Q/s320/upsidedown1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041495612768059602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rfb6nX-7AMI/AAAAAAAAAI0/SKiQgscwKpA/s1600-h/ivyrocker1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 181px; height: 279px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rfb6nX-7AMI/AAAAAAAAAI0/SKiQgscwKpA/s320/ivyrocker1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041492387247620290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/RfcCxn-7API/AAAAAAAAAJM/FAFOABFG7oE/s1600-h/punkalicious1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/RfcCxn-7API/AAAAAAAAAJM/FAFOABFG7oE/s320/punkalicious1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041501359434301682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rfb-O3-7AOI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Q9aI6E55-hA/s1600-h/rovk.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556219441246552026-562363676435922823?l=poisonivyisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/feeds/562363676435922823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556219441246552026&amp;postID=562363676435922823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/562363676435922823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/562363676435922823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/2007/03/rocker.html' title='Rocker?!'/><author><name>ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00108466335148891239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/Rfb9jH-7ANI/AAAAAAAAAI8/iry4pwNHU7Q/s72-c/upsidedown1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556219441246552026.post-1373932472376164242</id><published>2007-03-11T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T22:06:30.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;HAhaa, whats up with this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;It has become a chain huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Well, here goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Six weird things abt me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;One- I find this quite amusing. I cant help being neat/clean. BUT, the thing is i am the dirtiest in my family, the most NOT tidy. :P I cant help being neat in what i do, how i keep my things. I just like to see everything all arranged and in its place. I love keeping my belongings all clean and in perfect condition. (I will freak out and be mad if i/someone caused any damage on my possessions) This also applies to my work. When i accidentally cause a stain somewhere? Its bye-bye to the piece of work OR I will spent all my time, cleaning it or making it less obvious. I cant just leave it alone. I cant help to see a stain on table, if there is i will bring out the jif and brush to clean it. I will make a couple of toilet trips when i am at home, just to was my hands cause i often feel its covered with dirt or something. I just love it when it smells clean and nice.  God, help me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Two- I cant help feeling out of place. Yes, sometimes i just feel i dont belong somewhere or with someone. I just feel i should be alone or just go somewhere. At times, i will feel  i should like jump down the building, just to feel alive again. Suicidal? Well, just a thought lar. :) I guess u can say sometimes i might be in depression. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Three- I will feel a slight discomfort when i see ppl ard me, slack off or like not doing what they are suppose to do when they actually have the time. Especially when it comes to group work. I might be bossy at times, cause i cant stand it when things just come to a stop. Like no one gives a damn abt anything, all just busy with their own things. Then i will start being mad with myself and sometimes i myself feel like, giving up? Not to mention how geram i would be, and how much i will start to complaint. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Four- Cant help feeling that i am suppose to take up some sort of responsibility. Well, this is hard to explain. I guess like I have to like care more for the house and also entertain my parents. I pity them sometimes, none of their other daugthers bother to talk to them or just plain acc them. Some time back, i was just a mere kido and i dont have to do anything or even think rasionally. I feel more like an "auntie" now. Looking at my sister's action, i cant afford to be like her.  It will break my parents heart when they know abt her actions. I can tell they are quite frus abt it sometimes, but they just let it go. Who would wanna feel that their own daughter has time to be her bf more than them? hahhaa. No one, i know i wont wanna go thru that. Is this a norm? i dunno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Five- I love to interpret, dream and imagine. I love to think more than usual. Like make what i saw a more perfect picture or like think what would it be like if  things were different. See things the other way round. Imagine things the way it is not suppose to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Six- Last but not least. :P I dont really fancy meeting up with random ppl in random places. It makes me feel insecure and out of place? Dont get me wrong okay. I am friendly, but, you wont find me talking to some random person just like that. I can also easily  have a good impression or a crush on someone just base on something i have on that person. (Or other way round, i can have a bad impression on a certain person) Not in item wise, maybe its their qualities or what they said. Well, i am not an innocent slut that will go all over them or is easily deceived. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Okay, i think i can keep going on and on and on. hahaha. I am a complicated person, yet sometimes i feel i am simple. I guess only ppl who really get who i am will understand me. What i am made of and what makes me, me. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Explore week- I am open for anyhting! I want to make full use of it. :) Haate having nothing to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556219441246552026-1373932472376164242?l=poisonivyisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/feeds/1373932472376164242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556219441246552026&amp;postID=1373932472376164242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/1373932472376164242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/1373932472376164242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/2007/03/tagged.html' title='Tagged?!'/><author><name>ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00108466335148891239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556219441246552026.post-4341150403675501984</id><published>2007-02-28T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T23:25:55.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM HOME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Phew, finally!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;3 days seem so so long man. Feels like the world back here has stop turning while i was in sg. :P My o My, what did i miss??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;A couple of things from my trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;1. Guys in sg are, OMG- cute? they are not like super hot, just hurm, clean? Oh plus they dress like well too. They look so innocent and smart. And their hair, GAWD please, can i touch you? wakakka. Diff from here, most of them here are la-la chai. No offence. :P SAD part is, i din get to fish any. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Current fashion: Skinny Jeans? (It look good on some guys)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;2. Girls? Well they dont look like any of the girls back here. They mostly are like thin? Well just not fat. Then nvr one will look like slumber-ish, if u get what i mean. Like their hair, their clothes- they look like they dressed up. Dont get me wrong, they dont look like a fcuking peacock/vase. Just simple yet, dressy? Ah. I was wondering what made they so like NOT FAT, then i found my answer-- I am sure they are not on diet kinda girls. THEY walk ALOT, ALOT. like their malls is like next to each other just say in one day they walk all of them. MAN thats alot of walking! Which is good. THANK GAWD, i brought the right shoes there. I cant remember how long and how far i walk. But it feels like i walk an amount of 5 days in KL all in ONE DAY. *wink* (good exercise)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Current fashion: Skinny jeans, flip flops, dress with tights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Oh, and sg ppl are not like fair kind. Most of them look tan. YET SO delicious. *drools*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Things are newer and more up to standards in quality and fashion wise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;OOooH, the cd/vcds/dvds- They have the latest for a reasonable price. (Most ppl support ori there, compared to here, which is good?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I FINALLY GOT MY HANDS ON THE LOLLIPOP cd!!! HAppinessss!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;*sigh* I guess i have to settle and come back to reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Time to start work man! Argh. Lots of catching up to do. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Blog some time soon. Got to go work on packaging liek abt NOW! Byes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556219441246552026-4341150403675501984?l=poisonivyisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/feeds/4341150403675501984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556219441246552026&amp;postID=4341150403675501984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/4341150403675501984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/4341150403675501984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-am-home.html' title='I AM HOME!'/><author><name>ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00108466335148891239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556219441246552026.post-7026152906309352241</id><published>2007-02-25T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T18:42:23.995+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunar New Year *oink!*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Oink, oink! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;There goes- one week of ang paos and fun, there goes my holiday. This whole week, its been a ride where i got to experience alot. Maybe cause i cant remember how was last yr's cny atmosphere, but i feel this year, it was more prosperous and fun! :P was glad i got to meet up with my relatives and frens. Basically, here are the highlights of the week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;*Day 1*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/ReE0KGI_nZI/AAAAAAAAAGA/6AQYDJ3frkw/s1600-h/Lunar+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 297px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/ReE0KGI_nZI/AAAAAAAAAGA/6AQYDJ3frkw/s320/Lunar+me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035363206428597650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Dressed preppy to welcome the 1st day :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/ReFHV2I_neI/AAAAAAAAAGo/SJmUsau7OnQ/s1600-h/smiley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/ReFHV2I_neI/AAAAAAAAAGo/SJmUsau7OnQ/s400/smiley.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035384299012988386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;My family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*Day 3*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/ReFJ_GI_nhI/AAAAAAAAAHA/vgyLxueccEc/s1600-h/Happy+Birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 381px; height: 286px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/ReFJ_GI_nhI/AAAAAAAAAHA/vgyLxueccEc/s400/Happy+Birthday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035387206705847826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;My grannie's party :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/ReFHqmI_nfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/NSc-XOUPc0w/s1600-h/cakes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 250px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/ReFHqmI_nfI/AAAAAAAAAGw/NSc-XOUPc0w/s400/cakes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035384655495273970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;Bakerzin b'day cakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*Day 5  Another birthday*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/ReFUsWI_niI/AAAAAAAAAHI/XCpvtGcoueI/s1600-h/mum+and+dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 257px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/ReFUsWI_niI/AAAAAAAAAHI/XCpvtGcoueI/s320/mum+and+dad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035398979211206178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;My parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;(Mummy's bday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*Day 7*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/ReFYrmI_njI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/tQok7EuAIW8/s1600-h/frenship.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/ReFYrmI_njI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/tQok7EuAIW8/s320/frenship.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035403364372815410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/ReFZd2I_nkI/AAAAAAAAAHY/nr_q3YF5_A4/s1600-h/matou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 149px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/ReFZd2I_nkI/AAAAAAAAAHY/nr_q3YF5_A4/s320/matou.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035404227661241922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mak Tou- cute eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;I love this day the most. I went Neway with my school girls. God, we sang for like 5 hrs straight. hahaha. Drank like 3 glass of drinks each. Payed a sum of hurm 52x3=156 for the trip. BUT, its all worth it. Neway is much newer compared to red box. Lucky each room has a toilet on its own, cause after 3 glass of drinks, expected to have more toilet trips. hehhe :P Then they have the newest songs. I din expect to see like Lollipop(棒棒堂) on the list. So i went all crazy, singing the song. :P I think we sang a minimum of 50 songs? I dunno, feels like a whole lot more. Man, i do enjoy singing now. Addictive. *wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*Day --*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/ReFefWI_nlI/AAAAAAAAAHg/ygdXH5gVuCE/s1600-h/GI+front+panelOutline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/ReFefWI_nlI/AAAAAAAAAHg/ygdXH5gVuCE/s320/GI+front+panelOutline.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035409750989184594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;Finally, got a rough idea what to do for packaging. :) Don know what more to edit. Basically, the concept is more asian- Baba &amp; Nyonya. So, i applied weavery on my design. Colors are more to the pastels. Oh, plus gold. Don really look like a durian candy packaging though. *sigh* cant think of anything . Din put the fruit itself on the pack as i tawt it will make it look so gordy. Help me u guys! Comment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;I think this would be my longest post. Due the the pictures. Cant help to feel grateful and happy when it comes to the end of a post. It gives a satisfaction, that yet another happy week has gone by. So i guess, it does deserve a smile. Life can be so different, it just depends on how to live it. Take care everyone. This cny, is going away and i cant wait for the nest one to come. Hope next year, my big sis can be with us:) Miss u lots, jie.  Miss having you ard. Oh, and *you* too. Days where we will play cards together, spend our cny- i will nvr forget. Hope you too have a joyous week like i did. Anyways, thats all. Heehhe. Will be missing a couple days, going to sg. :P Got to go pack ad. Till the next blog, Ta~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556219441246552026-7026152906309352241?l=poisonivyisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/feeds/7026152906309352241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556219441246552026&amp;postID=7026152906309352241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/7026152906309352241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/7026152906309352241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/2007/02/lunar-new-year-oink.html' title='Lunar New Year *oink!*'/><author><name>ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00108466335148891239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/ReE0KGI_nZI/AAAAAAAAAGA/6AQYDJ3frkw/s72-c/Lunar+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556219441246552026.post-6825969579794031178</id><published>2007-02-12T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T14:07:42.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality check.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;It feels like so long since i blog. Like days just goes so slowly that u eventually lose track of it. *sigh* Yet, just in the glimpse of time, it is another week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;My weekend was, well, hectic. Things din really go well on saturday. Missed class due to some matters. Then all the way jam to sungai wang to get the alarm for our product. Had lunch, and off back to ning's hse. Man, i got to salute to her lar. Drive all the way in the jam. I definitely, wont be able to make it. (i dont even know the way :/) Then, Blast Off was filled with a crazy crowd. *ARGH* Whats going on? Nothing seem to be right. Ning, left her slr. Lala, having &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;some matters with her fren. @#$%^$&amp;^% speechless. Worse of all, i cant do anything to help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;them. I hate it, to feel this way. Gawd, please let all bad things come to an end &amp; bless my girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;They deserve better. Really they do. Though i know, everyone has there ups and downs, but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;just let them be happy lar. Hate seeing them in misery. So, please?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Valentines on Wednesday. A day when couples- spent quality time, singles- outing with friends. Feels a little weird that all the this while i had something to do on that special day. All the planning before hand- the gifts, dinner, etc. Sometimes, i recall all the promises we make. Like we will be together forever, we will have a family together, all these- promises. Became lies, merely just words. Feel so deceive sometimes. I do miss those moments when we were really happy. Without all the conflict and also the matter which made us how we are now. I do miss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; those special minutes in our relationship, they are now like slides playing in my head. One by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;one, all the laughter, smiles, love. I might be really childish to believe in forever, but that time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;i really do. I mean REALLY DO. What can i say now? When everything has become- nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; This yr i don know what to expect, cause i am in a totally strange position where i myself is not familiar with. O well, alone or not. Got to go on, aight? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Yay? haha. Cny is nearing. I know it will be like a quiet week and also a week spent most of the time travelling in the blazing sun. But, i can see how it is now. The whether is horrible. It feels like a toaster outside these days. For me it will be slightly better, cause my family don go visiting nor does anyone com to visit.  *sigh* Not much excitement. haha.  I am actually use to it by now. Been liddat for yrs.  Lala and Abby also going back hometown. Sounds like fun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;sometimes, get to go back to a different place. But, i know, i wont like the journey. :P Just cant wait to gather all my ang pows. I must save some money this year. Really. Shopping habit is getting slightly out of hand. I guess, its in a girls nature to love shopping rite? muahahaha. So don blame me ler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Lastly, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Shout-out: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY early VALENTINES AND CHINESE NEW YEAR peeps. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Will miss u girls when u are gone! xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556219441246552026-6825969579794031178?l=poisonivyisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/feeds/6825969579794031178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556219441246552026&amp;postID=6825969579794031178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/6825969579794031178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/6825969579794031178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/2007/02/reality-check.html' title='Reality check.'/><author><name>ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00108466335148891239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556219441246552026.post-375391698041151270</id><published>2007-02-07T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T14:07:42.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>meDesign07</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/RclqP9s8GkI/AAAAAAAAAFc/xKisWG7zKIw/s1600-h/meDesignchar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 126px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/RclqP9s8GkI/AAAAAAAAAFc/xKisWG7zKIw/s320/meDesignchar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028667281429502530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt; Modified and added elements, it represents me - &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;meDesign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Still contemplating where to apply these.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Still in progress. So much to do, they still look not that perfect. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Bear with me. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Maybe we each come up with a design which can represent us? I know some of you have ad &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lar&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hehhe&lt;/span&gt;. Then print to a shirt, or somewhere. Since, i am like leaving. Sigh. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556219441246552026-375391698041151270?l=poisonivyisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/feeds/375391698041151270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556219441246552026&amp;postID=375391698041151270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/375391698041151270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/375391698041151270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/2007/02/medesign07.html' title='meDesign07'/><author><name>ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00108466335148891239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/RclqP9s8GkI/AAAAAAAAAFc/xKisWG7zKIw/s72-c/meDesignchar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556219441246552026.post-3762878626042109521</id><published>2007-02-06T05:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T13:39:22.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/RcejYds8GhI/AAAAAAAAAFA/NbHeLtFvE5k/s1600-h/blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 187px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/RcejYds8GhI/AAAAAAAAAFA/NbHeLtFvE5k/s320/blog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028167149667752466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;Call me crazy, this is me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;All about me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;me, me, ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556219441246552026-3762878626042109521?l=poisonivyisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/feeds/3762878626042109521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556219441246552026&amp;postID=3762878626042109521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/3762878626042109521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/3762878626042109521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-am-me.html' title='I am me.'/><author><name>ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00108466335148891239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/RcejYds8GhI/AAAAAAAAAFA/NbHeLtFvE5k/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556219441246552026.post-1327874889033571426</id><published>2007-02-04T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T22:38:13.095+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good-bye.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Goodbyes my dearies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;They are leaving pretty soon.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;I will sure miss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Take care of each other, okie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Keep in touch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;May you be blessed with love throughout your entire journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Aww, they are starting a whole new life abroad. A new stage in their life is abt to open. Seems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; weird when u think abt it. How would yr life be? Day by day, it just goes by. But what is waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; for you the very nx day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Unpredictable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Joy. Welcome each day, with a positive mindset. :) I wonder, what is there for me? hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; Hope, one day, i will find out, who i truly am,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;and where i truly belong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;I wish i had a prayer, which i can say. For those i love, Take care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556219441246552026-1327874889033571426?l=poisonivyisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/feeds/1327874889033571426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556219441246552026&amp;postID=1327874889033571426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/1327874889033571426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/1327874889033571426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/2007/02/good-bye.html' title='Good-bye.'/><author><name>ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00108466335148891239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556219441246552026.post-2255972035891836390</id><published>2007-02-03T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T23:44:51.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>These days.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Wee, it has been a long time since i last post. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Well nothing much has been going on. Classes are getting more boring as i have too much time for myself. Plus, some of the lec are so into themselves- blabbering. (i am so sorray, mr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;vincent.) Having more work for marker class. Don't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;seem to feel myself these days. Getting a little, slumber when it comes to going to college. BUT, i still make it a point to finish all my work, meet assign deadlines. Due to the fact i have more time and breaks, it is causing me t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;have the urge to go places, to get away,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;MAN, i reallie do wanna go some place. Not desperate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; yet, just feel bore being ard. *sigh*. Its all good, i have to live with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;These days, been visiting the malls quite often. Got a couple of things. I cant wait for cny. Big&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt; sis won be able to come back.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Neither can i go there. So, just another year whereby its just us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Take care kelly. :P Lots of love from yr lil' sis. hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I love my mum, i tell you, i really do. But, whats up with her. Kept bugging me abt me "making&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; a statement". Weell, whats wrong on commenting.  Yah, i hate kidds. Some of them. Yah, i will not wanna convert to Islam if i have a Malay hubby. Yah, i do not want my other half to be a gambler. Yah, yah, yah. So why cant i? Her reasoning is, when u say it, it is likely to happen to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;you. *argh* What comes ard, gets ard i get it. But, there is alternatives right? If i don wanna convert, move away form malaysia. Kidds? Maybe i can change them. Gambler? ITS just a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt; turn-off for me. So, i can just like get away with it right? Unless the damn guy change and become a gambler. So thats like fated? I dont&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;get her, i really dont. There are definitely ways to get ard with things till it suits yr style, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Oh yah, i am so in love with Vincent. (Not our lec) :) He fix my hair. God, he is so amazing. Thumbs up for him, pray for him, ANYTHING.  I am on cloud 9 .  Thanks,  thanks, thanks man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;i admit, okay. I am a drama freak, drama queen? haha. I cant live without drama, muvees. I am so into the a taiwan drama Hana Kimi ( Not like crazy yet, cause i am reading the manga.) and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; also Lollipop. Man, they are so cute and funny. They actually form a group. hehehe. Gorgeous. Maybe they are not that like perfect and maybe not as good. But, at least they have the chance to show what they have, to perform. Just like fahrenheit. Maybe some people still ahve no idea &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;who are they, they are another group who is working hard to make a statement. Enjoy seeing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;the effort of the "stars of tmr".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;wakaka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I should post some more pictures soon ler. Gawd, forgive me for being so lazy. I am just gonna post a couple now. :) Anyways, got to run!!! Miss you girls lots. hehehe. xoxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;           &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/RcSf4ds8GZI/AAAAAAAAADk/RaAh6239H9Y/s1600-h/102405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/RcSf4ds8GZI/AAAAAAAAADk/RaAh6239H9Y/s320/102405.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027318876446923154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;This is the special 6- Lollipop Boys 七彩棒棒堂&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/RcSpwds8GaI/AAAAAAAAADs/p6rKvhS_RqU/s1600-h/newalbums20060911fl0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/RcSpwds8GaI/AAAAAAAAADs/p6rKvhS_RqU/s400/newalbums20060911fl0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027329734124247458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;They are - Fahrenheit 飛輪海&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556219441246552026-2255972035891836390?l=poisonivyisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/feeds/2255972035891836390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556219441246552026&amp;postID=2255972035891836390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/2255972035891836390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/2255972035891836390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/2007/02/these-days.html' title='These days.'/><author><name>ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00108466335148891239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/RcSf4ds8GZI/AAAAAAAAADk/RaAh6239H9Y/s72-c/102405.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556219441246552026.post-5033095119577783265</id><published>2007-01-13T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T22:21:42.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please type the title here.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Yesterday was dad's bday. Happy bday dad! I was too obsess with editing the picts till i forgot to blog. Din take&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;much picts also ler. Hurm, no one wanted to be in the picts. So forget it la. waakakak. People&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;were more attracted to the food! We went Tony Roma's @ Sunway Pyramid. Yah, totally dumb&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;to  go back college area eventhough i dont have college. *sigh* what to do. Parents wanna try&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;out the place. Well it was not bad la. I just ate what people order, cause i know the helping like&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;super big. It was just nice by the way. We had fun and a very satifying dinner. Personal rating&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;for the meal i had. Maybe 3.5/5? It was okay. Enjoyed it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Mum woke me up at 9am today. *yawn* I have no idea why do i always have to go with her, to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;meet all her aunty frens. I am getting frus and tire with it. After eating then they will sit there&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;for hours. I guess, if i was too free. (I wasn't, i had class but i skipped! hahah) Told mum will go&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;with her to Curve so i just went lor. Finally brought my lappie to the shop. Apple is so nice.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;They just check it for free and helped me with the bootcamp. Though i still have to install&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;windows. Which i havent, will soon, but not now. Feel so wanna lay down now. Relax. Got my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;dodol also form the shop. Then roughly look thru the current stuff they have. Wanna draw&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;them out later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Its weird you know, these few days, my family asked me abt my ex. Just yesterday, my grandma&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;asked me where was yr little fren? *smiles* Why is he not here wth us having dinner? awWW, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;how sweet of her. Then today, my aunt and her frens brought it up again. They said they like&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;him, as a person, as how he was. Commented saying he was nice. When my aunt said, " Ama&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;like him, i also like him lar." Feels so warm. From there, i can feel their care and love for me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Well, i liked him too, hold on, rephrase, I Loved him. But, again and again, i have been saying. Things will happen cause it is meant&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;to be, it is fated. If i was given a chance to change things, i still wouldnt expect anything from&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;him. Its no point to make him go against his nature right? So as long as he is happy. I rather i&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;change. Therefore, i chose to give up. Sometimes, i feel i might be wrong, cause of all the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;promises to be together forever, i did not keep mine, to be there, for you forever. Call me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;selfish, but i cant keep being taken for granted. So, as how things are now. I wish we are both&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;happy. Happy for days to come. :) As simple as that. I love &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;my family, thank them for their concern, their love for me. God bless them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Won't be uploading picts in this blog, cause tmr i know i will have more picts. So will blog&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;them all together. So till then, ta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556219441246552026-5033095119577783265?l=poisonivyisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/feeds/5033095119577783265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556219441246552026&amp;postID=5033095119577783265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/5033095119577783265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/5033095119577783265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/2007/01/getting-old.html' title='Please type the title here.'/><author><name>ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00108466335148891239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556219441246552026.post-2994739913603671955</id><published>2007-01-11T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T15:19:59.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Officially, my new term.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Well, finally i get to settle down. Dont mind me at the last post. Don't know why, this time, i&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;really just leave it to fate. Its not up to me how things work. Things happen for a reason as&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;well. The college wants to standardise, put an end to the old system. Whih is kinda &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;good also la. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;So, okay. I have to stop one term. I will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;graduate in term 10, &lt;/span&gt;which is  August, 08? Yah, provided no other failings la. wakkaka. Will try&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;my best to maintain it this way. :P It would be the last term i spent time with you guys ler. But,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;no matter la.  You guys will always be my best college buds! wakakka. Still include me in yr big&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;big trip ler! :P Anyways, i have 4 subjects for this term. Have class on Monday, Wed, Thursday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;and Saturday. Wee~ more time for assignments and also drama!! haha. I actually think i will&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;find good in this. Just meant to be la, no point i go appeal like what some say i should. :) As for&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;aussie, even if i go. I will still complete my Year 2 for this diploma lar. At least a better end&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;rather than just half way.  So it all depents la. Worry abt that when time comes. Oh, today is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;jee's bday! Happy 2oth bday pig. :p Hope he is able to complete his studies by term 9. You guys&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;also ler, good luck in the rest of the term, ganbade ler!!! Sounds like i am leaving ad. wakakka.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Soon, soon. I will definitely miss you guys la! *sigh* When i don have class, i will sure go&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;college and kacau you all. Fetch you all to lrt again la! wakakka. :) Just feel everything really&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;happens for a reason, like i feel god has ad like arrange them for each and evryone of us. Which&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;is pretty special when u come to think of it.  *wink* So, appreciate and enjoy! :P Wanna go&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;catch some tv ad lar. Ta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556219441246552026-2994739913603671955?l=poisonivyisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/feeds/2994739913603671955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556219441246552026&amp;postID=2994739913603671955' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/2994739913603671955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/2994739913603671955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/2007/01/officially-my-new-term.html' title='Officially, my new term.'/><author><name>ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00108466335148891239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556219441246552026.post-1660173954980649225</id><published>2007-01-09T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T16:53:53.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New term? NOT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;It is ad an issue to me that i have to go see step evry term to arrange my class. But not this again.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;It seems that, I might not be able to proceed to the next term. *argh* What the fuck, toa! take&lt;/span&gt; back the words and promises you gave to us? Whats the point of me working my ass out to &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;achieve good results, so that i won be on the border line of failing in order to proceed? Seriously,&lt;/span&gt; toa, is not a very trust-worthy college.  Last term i was relieved that they let us proceed and the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;condition was that we don fail anything. Now? Back to square one. The battle begins again. One&lt;/span&gt; subject only for the whole damn term? Uh-huh. This time, i don even have the urge to go thru&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt; with this again. Just being too naive to believe what they said last term ad is a mistake. Should&lt;/span&gt; have sign some agreement. Wasted effort for me to prepare for my new term also, the new 2007 &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;when what happened back in 06 is repeating itself. *sigh* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556219441246552026-1660173954980649225?l=poisonivyisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/feeds/1660173954980649225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556219441246552026&amp;postID=1660173954980649225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/1660173954980649225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/1660173954980649225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-term-not.html' title='New term? NOT.'/><author><name>ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00108466335148891239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556219441246552026.post-6458435767737180366</id><published>2007-01-08T21:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T21:25:07.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was then, and now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Went to college today to check some things out. Results was not bad. No c's. :) An&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;improvement. *wink* Collected all the timetable i can get, hopefully i can go to the illus's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;marker class. I guess i rather have a full day in college rather than like another day extra.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Hurm, so just hope things will go my way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't help going there again,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;. Yah, u know where.  Brings me back to  how it all started and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;also how i ended it.  It was something so special then, that i believe i was living a dream, a life&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;where i would have a happy ending. A family, with kidds, ambitions and your soul mate. But,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;back then, I was so into him. My 1st priority . I would finish my class, and urgent to his place to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;do assign, to spent time with him, to cook him pasta. I would bake for him, I would wake up&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;early on my free day to bring him lunch boxes so he can have them after his college, make him&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;his favourite sandwiches. Take care of him when he is sick, pack his room.  Spent my time,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;making him gifts, planning for an occasion. Knowing that he love big crowds, so let him spent&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;our festive days with frens. Actually, for me, i rather just spent it with my love one, but, what&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;to do. Well, evrything just seem so perfect. Not for long for me to lose my patience. The fact he&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;takes his frens more important, drop out on me so he can he can meet his buddies. In his mind,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;he feels that i will always be there, so, he can go with his frens 1st then only come to me IF he&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;had extra time. *sigh* This phrase is still ringing in my head, "I sacrifice my fren time just to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;be with you."  That pricked my heart, woke me up. So, i was just all that to him, i finally&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;knew. Maybe to some ppl, i am too much, (guys being guys, rite?). This time was not like the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;other time, i was really determine. My heart and feelings just stop when i recall the last&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;conversation as a couple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;He was also a nice guy, pretty much what i ever ask for in a guy. He is sweet, my own "gf",&lt;/span&gt; companion and soul mate. We would go for movies, shopping spree, yummy food, trip to end of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;the world if i say so. (Well, almost. hahah.) He knows when i am sad, he knows when i am&lt;/span&gt; happy, he knows how to cheer me up, how to work things out for me. Tried also to help me &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;with my work, hurm, sometimes. Most days he will just doze off. Love the way he sleeps, like a&lt;/span&gt; cute little baby. Love the way he tucks me in, food delivery, his pampering, his small little &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;thoughtful actions. :) But all this has come to an end I guess, now, he will be happier since he&lt;/span&gt; can FINALLY have all his time to his frens. So, yah. Thats it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;As days go by, i have also develope a diff personality. I no longer believe in happy endings. I&lt;/span&gt; know now, i have to stand on my two feet. So, i have to be more independent, confident when i &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;come to a dead end in my life. Try my very best in evrything i do, so i can make a better life for&lt;/span&gt; myself. I know now, it is important, to have friends. To not only put all your soul and life into &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;merely just one guy. To me, back then, family was not an issue. Well, now, i love them more&lt;/span&gt; than before. I know how to see things differently now. Cant express how much i feel, how &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;grateful i am to meet new frens, yah, its you guys ler. I know we haven known each other for&lt;/span&gt; long. But just as long as we are happy when we have each other, isn't it enough? Lucky i was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;that ivy who neglects her frens just for a guy like before anymore. wakakka. Or not don't say&lt;/span&gt; any trip, any muvee la, i am sure to be absent for all. :) I will crazily rush to see him, to meet &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;him. *sigh*. (I might be mentally ill back then to do such things, eh?) Its all good now. To me,&lt;/span&gt; 2007 is really a new beginning. As a different person, with different goals. Thanks guys, for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;being my friends, my classmates, my companion. :P&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;So in love with Kenji Wu, 吳克群. He is more talented than Jay. (OMG, i cant believe i just type &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;that.) He is, well in writing songs. He wrote so many songs for his album. Came to know abt&lt;/span&gt; him in Lollipop. Lucky i did. Cause i love his songs!! Songs like 殘廢, 我有罪, 不屑紀念, etc. are &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;like *cheers*. wakakka. They rock my world :P I feel i am losing my sense for english songs.&lt;/span&gt; Anyone who has any english songs, any songs to recomment me? Feel free to! I wanna get &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;updated la. Especially for english la. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Tommorow, is officially the 1st day of college. Hope evrything goes well, symbolising a good &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;beginning for the yr! :p Glad that i express all i got to say in this blog. Wee~ Anyways, Got to&lt;/span&gt; go get some things done now. So, ta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;* getting crazy with the colors, bear with me!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556219441246552026-6458435767737180366?l=poisonivyisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/feeds/6458435767737180366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556219441246552026&amp;postID=6458435767737180366' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/6458435767737180366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/6458435767737180366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-was-then-and-now.html' title='I was then, and now.'/><author><name>ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00108466335148891239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556219441246552026.post-5686328042014465860</id><published>2007-01-08T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T00:24:20.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotions.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;WEIRD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty obvious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of expectation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things, just meant to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, just let it be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556219441246552026-5686328042014465860?l=poisonivyisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/feeds/5686328042014465860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556219441246552026&amp;postID=5686328042014465860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/5686328042014465860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/5686328042014465860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/2007/01/emotions.html' title='Emotions.'/><author><name>ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00108466335148891239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556219441246552026.post-3124588568861719804</id><published>2007-01-06T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T22:35:28.142+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2007, i am gay.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Yup, super gay. hahaha. Started my 2007 shopping spree today. Wee~ (well, did not wait for 2007 also la actually. :P) hehehe. Anyways, loving what i bought. I know its pretty early but, i bought my cny clothes ad. Might still scout for a new bottom to go with the whole set, since i do have like new top, and under garments. Finally got the watch that i was eyeing, finally today i made up my mind to get it. :) I actually like it for the animal print strap. Its in a zebra printand also it has this furry surface! The face of the watch well, not really super nice. But for the strap. Its worth it. hehehe, thanks dad for the x'mas pressie! (A late one.) I am a total guess freak. I officially have like 3 guess watches. I think i will keep this for like special occasion. :) Thanks Mr. for the love watch. Still lovin' it! heheheh. One of these days, i should really visit the outlet where they sell the strapes, which is in Pan Global. Hurm, gawd, i dunno where is it la. :(  But its okie la, will get there one day. Or someone who knows, pls give me a ride! :P Other than that, i was thinking to myself why didn't i get one of the adicolor collection while i was in Adidas. I didn't expect to find one in my size. So, i was just browsing. Then, i saw it. One of the adicolor! YAY! Tra-la-la! Gawd has made my day. It has my size and it looks kinda my type also. Its silver, and it comes with four diff, hurm, i dunno what you call it, the "stripe" ? yah, it 4 diff colours too. Though i would perfer some other colour. If u guys see it, tell me yah. I wanna get diff colours. :) Today is my day, i consider it as the last shopping spree before i start college! So, cheers! hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Previous paragraph, practically wrap up abt my spree. Actually why we(Mum, aunty and cuz) went to klcc? Its because my cuz are like leaving for Queensland in Feb. Which is basically kinda soon. So, they had to go and check out some stuff. Like shoes, jacket, air ticket, etc. Mum was pretty generous. She bought my cuz a topshop jacket and another a nike shoe as farewell pressie. Wow! hahaha. I guess, onece in a lifetime. They are the 1st ppl to and leave to study, excluding my sisters la. So okie la, summore like relatives. Sums up to be like Rm800? yah, generous! Its actually the 1st time i am like going out with them in such group also. I think i am gonna miss them lor. No one to crap with ad. Aiks. But i guess, everyone has their life rite? It just depends on the timing, bound to happen rite? Hurm. Mum say in 2008 we will visit them, then can put up in their apartment. Then i also can go Melbourne to visit my colleges. :) Take good care of yourself girls, and remember, to get things for me!!! hehehhee :P Oh, oh, and my collection of booklets and post cards kiez!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;2007, Its a new beginning. Pretty freak out that i might not be able to go to the same marker clas with jee. I wouldn't be use to it. No one to blabber with, No more "if" questions?, No more stupid conversations, prep talk? Ah! I cant take it! So i pray la, hopefully there will a time for you and me! Purlease. As for the others, i wish this yr, i will be even happier and also have a healthier. These days, i have been sleeping pretty late. Its not i dont wanna sleep early. Just that, i cant fall asleep!!! Argh! So yah, healthier lifestyle. Moreover also maintain or even be more dedicated to my work! Spent more time with my family, my frens!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Just a few words in my prayer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Thank you god, for giving me what i have now. I will appreciate them with all my heart. Please bless the people i love with much happiness, healthy life and please also lead them to a promising and bright future. xoxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Lastly, some picts to wrap things up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/RZ-nKL00-vI/AAAAAAAAACg/uPuYV6n-xG8/s1600-h/IMG_1704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 166px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/RZ-nKL00-vI/AAAAAAAAACg/uPuYV6n-xG8/s320/IMG_1704.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016912303328918258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;                                                                               Late X'mas pressie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/RZ-xHL00-wI/AAAAAAAAACo/UQjC3X8nqQs/s1600-h/IMG_1701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 195px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/RZ-xHL00-wI/AAAAAAAAACo/UQjC3X8nqQs/s320/IMG_1701.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016923246905588482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;Adicolor Superstar 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/RZ-x4r00-xI/AAAAAAAAACw/Z5ul2rwBsYA/s1600-h/IMG_1702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/RZ-x4r00-xI/AAAAAAAAACw/Z5ul2rwBsYA/s200/IMG_1702.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016924097309113106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;The "stripes"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556219441246552026-3124588568861719804?l=poisonivyisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/feeds/3124588568861719804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556219441246552026&amp;postID=3124588568861719804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/3124588568861719804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/3124588568861719804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/2007/01/2007-i-am-gay.html' title='2007, i am gay.'/><author><name>ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00108466335148891239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/RZ-nKL00-vI/AAAAAAAAACg/uPuYV6n-xG8/s72-c/IMG_1704.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556219441246552026.post-7301571849842074</id><published>2007-01-03T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T01:46:27.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>31st of January 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Finally, i settle down after my trip to genting. Well, it was only a day trip. But i just cant stand the journey there, the inconvenience of the facilities there, the expensive food, yada yada. But i had lotsa fun, though it was a bit, way bit too chilly. *brrr*. We had to cuddle each other just to stay warm. hahaha. But, still, glad i went. The whole trip, despite from all the above, was FUN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;It been a year guys, since i 1st met you all. Thanks for everything &amp; also thanks for bearing with me and my ways with things. (Sometimes i can be a lil' too stubborn and bossy,yay, i know. hahaha. :P) I guess, since we are all diff, that makes us a stronger team. So cheers!! hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Anyways,  I was the photographer for the trip, well, kinda. So there are not many picts of myself.  But i got this firework pict that i am so in love with! hehehe, Represents a bright and promising 2007, a great new beginning. hehehe. I will pass my thumbdrive ard so u all can get the share of your pictures. :)&lt;br /&gt;(Abby, chill la, wait patiently yah!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/RZttlVOZNjI/AAAAAAAAACU/KuIp6kDyeVY/s1600-h/1st+jan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/RZttlVOZNjI/AAAAAAAAACU/KuIp6kDyeVY/s320/1st+jan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015723098127283762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;                                                                                            i love this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I tried uploading the other picts. But i have no idea why is not working. Well, giving up for now. Load some other time. :)&lt;br /&gt;Till then, Ta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556219441246552026-7301571849842074?l=poisonivyisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/feeds/7301571849842074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556219441246552026&amp;postID=7301571849842074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/7301571849842074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/7301571849842074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/2007/01/31st-of-january-2006.html' title='31st of January 2006'/><author><name>ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00108466335148891239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/RZttlVOZNjI/AAAAAAAAACU/KuIp6kDyeVY/s72-c/1st+jan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556219441246552026.post-114168795224924974</id><published>2007-01-01T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T21:45:44.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>01-01-07</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;No matter how fckin tire i am, how sick i am feeling now, i must blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; as today is de 1st day of 2007. hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Yay!! lots went by in 2006 and 31st was a memorable one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Lovin you guys, missing you already. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Will blog abt the memorable last day of 2006 soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 2007 people!! Hope we will be able to "slim" into our perfect 2008. wakakka. Need to go catch up with some frens so, ta for now. Muacks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556219441246552026-114168795224924974?l=poisonivyisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/feeds/114168795224924974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556219441246552026&amp;postID=114168795224924974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/114168795224924974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/114168795224924974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/2007/01/01-01-07.html' title='01-01-07'/><author><name>ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00108466335148891239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556219441246552026.post-3686790492664167398</id><published>2006-12-27T23:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T23:45:21.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plans.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Today is an experience. I went to like a few colleges- 2taylors, metro, sunway, toa with my cuzs. It was really a delighting lesson as i learn abit. hahah. On courses i know i will nvr take. But it makes me feel old. Even my younger cuz is enrolling college soon. Well, back then he was just some kido. Now, he will be going to col. Wow, time really, just *swish*. gone. He is into hotel and tourism. So might be going iether taylors or sunway. Looking at the other campus, besides toa. Toa. is a little, very little and not up to par college. Other colleges has campus as big as a maze. Well, i nearly got lost. hahah. But i guess we specialise in diff things. So toa, is o-k-a-y. Alot of plans is being considered now since its nvr too early to to plan for your future, rite? i mean like there are some things which you have to consider. At 1st i tawt i will depend on my sister's pr and see whether i can go to aussie earlier than i have expected. But a better offer came up. It would be fun if i go there with one of my cuz. That is after i finish my diploma here.  I haven really see into the expenses. But, that means my sister cant sponsor me? Will i miss out on an opportunity? I dunno. I guess i have  to just wait and see when time comes. As for cuz, it will be cool le. Going to the same college with you and sharing a place. hahha. :p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;So just hold on, hold on to the time where we have to decide. Then we will know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556219441246552026-3686790492664167398?l=poisonivyisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/feeds/3686790492664167398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556219441246552026&amp;postID=3686790492664167398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/3686790492664167398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/3686790492664167398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/2006/12/plans_27.html' title='Plans.'/><author><name>ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00108466335148891239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556219441246552026.post-5269144088284510134</id><published>2006-12-26T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T04:31:59.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedication to you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Christmas is so over! &lt;/span&gt;Forgot to wish you guys here &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;E&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;R&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; X&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;A&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ler. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Well, this christmas was, different. Recalling back the last christmas, had to worry on how to spent and where to spent with with my special someone. What pressie to get, what this what that. I guess, 2007 will be a new beginning (well, just couple more days. It would be 2007 :P).  Things are different now, and i know, its best if the passed remain as the past. My past. On festive like this, memories will warm up my day. The funny thing is, ppl do only remember the good memories, so yah, thats good, rite? :) Will be keeping all those in my heart for the yr 2007 and i wish when the new yr comes, it will turn into my courage, my faith, my hope to lead a even better yr. Grateful of the things i evr have and will be having when the future comes. *wink* To my special someone, if you are reading this. Thanks for evything we had together. I know, we will alwys be best buds rite? Like i once said, you are the "guy" version of me. So, what we had, will nvr be replaced. God bless for letting us to have a chance to be together. :) "I hereby wish you" all the best, to a great and promising future. Take care kiez, bie? xoxo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Phew, that was my christmas prayer, message. Glad to let it all out. Been thinking that it is good to have those memories. It makes me a better person. Make me feel so grateful, well, the good memories lar. :P Neways, had only 2 kampai and i can feel the a rash coming. Man, i am so bad at this. Why do ppl drink anyways? To get high? To feel different? The only thing i feel is like, i feel so warm and like irritated with the rash. I guess thats the end of drinkin! :P hahah. NOT. Well, the rash will go away, i just have to stay in like cold places than it wouldn't be bothering me. :) Today was like freaking pack at the mall-- 1 utama. Crazy i tell you. It gives me a feeling that evry single shop is giving out FREE stuff. Yah, i mean like "Come come, just take me home. I AM FOC." What are you ppl thinking?  *argh* I went to get my lil' cuz their bday  pressie. Got these cool legos. Was telling my mum that, how lucky can kidds be these days? I want one of those! Aiks, won be happening though. *sigh* Legos and a 19 going 20 girl won work out. So instead i took a picture of it. hahaha :P. Serve its purposes la, it is made to be like displayed. Oh oh, i also bought like a couple of kampais for my cuz as christmas gift! wakakak. I left my camera alone for so so long, missed it. So i have decided to bring it with me, evrywhere i go starting from now. :) This christmas is kinda special, our hse got a small and cute tree. With lotsa deco, lights, and a glittery star. Then my dad, said we could pick out a christmas pressie. For the 1st time, Christmas spirit! hahaha, will be getting a new guess watch. I think, cause i haven lay hands on a perfect one. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Just a couple and my 2006 will be complete. Probably will post on like 1st of jan since its like kinda like a good beginning to a bright new year. I will be 2o and YAY, i can officially drive without the "p"-- 30th January 2007. Not sure what i hve to do yet besides taking the "p" away. I still recall the 1st time i had to drive, omg. My parking skills still sucks. Well, maybe it improve a lil'. :P Once again, thank you for teaching me and guilding me how to drive, you know who you are -- my special someone. hahha. I know it was a pain la, i was a mega blur driver. I was so scare that all the other cars will gobble me up since my ride is kinda smal. But i still Lurve it. hehehe. What la, see another small detail which has yr shadow. Man, you are evrywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Besides the "p", my cuz, 2 of them. One confirm leaving to Queensland b4 Feb 14, or was it 12? Hurm, Feb la. The other might be going, she will able to confirm when she gets her results this week. Although i don't see them that often. I am sure gonna miss them. Feels sad that like ppl are leaving to urgent to their studies, work. It means that, even less chance to meet up. Feels just like my sister, leaving me. Anyways, she cant come back for cny. *sob* When i heard abt the news, i was devastated. I was so looking forward in seeing her! So now, i insisted that we shud visit her, and my mum said okay. hahaha. And i think like all my other relatives are also going, since like if my 2 cuz are like going Queensland. They can 1st make a trip to visit my other aunt and sis in aussie b4 going to Queens. :) A whole group! Wee hee. hahaha. I love gatherings and groups!! So i guess this cny, will be different. Or at least i hope all this will work out. As for my sis's application for pr, i hope she gets it. Then i can go there earlier than i planned. Cant wait cant wait. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I am so excited. I have no idea why. Just feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;gay! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;hahhaa. Joy, joy. Glad to have evrything, i mean evrything. Love my family, my frens and i don know? evryone? hahha. Especially my mum. and my dad. :P For all the expenses done within this week. On my hair. Shit man. It was like shit. I hate the guy who is responsible in making my hair into a big friz ball! @#$^~! Lucky me in that same week. My mum paid (with my dad's money, hahah.) for another treatment, to make my hair all better, back to how it was. *phew*  Love ya, love ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Lastly, Just a few picts. Post soon yah, I miss you guys ler! Got to tell me all abt yr holiday as soon as we meet. Lala, Ning, Abby.. eveyone!! *peace*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/RZAkrG5m30I/AAAAAAAAABA/HDg4FOUubcQ/s1600-h/kampai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/RZAkrG5m30I/AAAAAAAAABA/HDg4FOUubcQ/s320/kampai.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012546708268572482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                 &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  My special Christmas gift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/RZAqmG5m33I/AAAAAAAAABY/vxyffY1DT2o/s1600-h/tree1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 282px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/RZAqmG5m33I/AAAAAAAAABY/vxyffY1DT2o/s320/tree1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012553219438993266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                        &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Our Christmas Tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/RZAvYm5m36I/AAAAAAAAABw/sDGuwTL1yoc/s1600-h/tree2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/RZAvYm5m36I/AAAAAAAAABw/sDGuwTL1yoc/s200/tree2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012558485068898210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                                                                             The Glittery Star.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/RZAtmW5m34I/AAAAAAAAABg/pCAwHPty8hA/s1600-h/pressie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/RZAtmW5m34I/AAAAAAAAABg/pCAwHPty8hA/s200/pressie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012556522268843906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                        &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                               Spidey &amp; Inika.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556219441246552026-5269144088284510134?l=poisonivyisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/feeds/5269144088284510134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556219441246552026&amp;postID=5269144088284510134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/5269144088284510134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/5269144088284510134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/2006/12/dedication-to-you.html' title='Dedication to you.'/><author><name>ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00108466335148891239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/RZAkrG5m30I/AAAAAAAAABA/HDg4FOUubcQ/s72-c/kampai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556219441246552026.post-6021869403584764674</id><published>2006-12-21T19:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T12:19:37.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm lovin' it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;, I am, i am. I so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lurve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;todays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; movie marathon. :) didn't mind to wake up early (its been long since i woke up at 930 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;. :P) to get ready to catch the opening. Well, here i go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/RaHF9L00-yI/AAAAAAAAADE/-TzosUKllao/s1600-h/curseofthegoldenflower_posterbig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 190px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/RaHF9L00-yI/AAAAAAAAADE/-TzosUKllao/s200/curseofthegoldenflower_posterbig.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017509114804501282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I seriously &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tawt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; i would have like fell asleep or something while watching the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;muvee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;. But, NO WAY man. It is really a very &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;inspiring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; and "thumbs up" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;muvee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;. Despite from the fact that i adore Jay Chou, he was good by the way, its the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;muvee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; itself that brings life and excitement. It has interesting like colors, clothes, and settings. Everything was so grand, and the production was like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;omg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;, speechless. The amount of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; and also the " golden flower", all of the little elements are so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;taken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; care of. But funny thing was, i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;tawt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; it in mandarin, but instead it was in canto. I think the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;muvee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; will be much more enjoyable if it was at its original state, but oh well, better than nothing. The best part of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;muvee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; is the part where Jay risks his life to save his mothers, its kinda like touching *sigh*, although he too died at the end, but it was worth it. (His dad was going to let him go for going against him, but the bargain is to watch his mum drink the poison that the dad made day by day. So better off dead la, hooray for him. :P) I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;wouldnt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; mind watching the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;muvee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; again but hopefully it will be in mandarin. Jay is a natural actor, his third attempt(after his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;muvee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; "Finding Jay" &amp; "Initial D") in this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;muvee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; was g-r-e-a-t:) Cheers cheers cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/RaHGK700-zI/AAAAAAAAADM/TJ5Niq1mP8k/s1600-h/10m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/RaHGK700-zI/AAAAAAAAADM/TJ5Niq1mP8k/s200/10m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5017509351027702578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can resits another &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;hottie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Hahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Eragon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; was kinda like my type of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;muvee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;. Love magical stuff and creatures so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;yah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;, Love it too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Eragon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; is the main character, the dragon rider. He found this egg one day, and it hatched into this cute baby blue dragon named &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;saphira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;. Well, it was cute till it learned how to fly and became bigger. God know hows it works, but still, who is there to tell us rite? The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;muvee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt; is cool and all, worth seeing too. It teaches us to have faith, courage and believe in ourselves. Well, i do believe. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Anyways, i so got to go, i need to go catch another show. Later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556219441246552026-6021869403584764674?l=poisonivyisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/feeds/6021869403584764674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556219441246552026&amp;postID=6021869403584764674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/6021869403584764674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/6021869403584764674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/2006/12/im-lovin-it_21.html' title='I&apos;m lovin&apos; it.'/><author><name>ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00108466335148891239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/RaHF9L00-yI/AAAAAAAAADE/-TzosUKllao/s72-c/curseofthegoldenflower_posterbig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556219441246552026.post-3890170918075656877</id><published>2006-12-14T02:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T02:53:10.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perhaps one random day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/RYBGVzCRnCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2qhO9PNnG2w/s1600-h/2006081516540727.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/RYBGVzCRnCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2qhO9PNnG2w/s320/2006081516540727.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008080125926939682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Hahah, i am so slow. i know. I just finish watching this taiwan drama. :P sorry la guys, got no time back in the college days. Its great, cute love story. As usual it makes you feel that Love after all, will bring us together- happy ending, yada yada. For a moment there, i really wanted all of this to be true. To have such love, to have a random guy to fall in love with you. Wouldn't it be just prefect? :) The guy is good, he is local, so proud of him to have such an achievement. Cheers! Anyways back to what i was saying, from most of the taiwan drama i watched, they all have the effect on you whereby you will wannna taiwan drama get their sales. :) But i guess its good to like fantasize and dream once in a while. Cause once you come bak to reality, NO WAY, there is such romantic guy or such love. Maybe its just me. But, for ppl out there, i hope you will find your love, your other half, your soul mate. Just like this drama. Happy sweet ending. The ost of the drama is superb too. So, i guess, this drama is worth seeing. At least here, you will feel what is like to have such love and experience them just as if it is part of your life. Role playing can bring you places, gives you n opportunity to learn and grow up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556219441246552026-3890170918075656877?l=poisonivyisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/feeds/3890170918075656877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556219441246552026&amp;postID=3890170918075656877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/3890170918075656877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/3890170918075656877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/2006/12/perhaps-one-random-day.html' title='Perhaps one random day.'/><author><name>ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00108466335148891239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_eh7blTxp2_E/RYBGVzCRnCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2qhO9PNnG2w/s72-c/2006081516540727.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556219441246552026.post-107943566486518196</id><published>2006-12-11T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T01:17:29.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It has come to an end.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Well, should i say finally? perhaps. haha. Its end of a term and, holiday has begun. A point where things will meet its changing point and what was then will become a past. My past. Don feel too jolly and anxious all at with the whole "holiday" thingie because yah, i think i am a workaholic. haha, i prefer to have some things on mind or in hand. Cant really get use to being relax and just plain "i have nothing to do." But, i might as well like recharge myself and make the best out of everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Its raining again. I love it when it rains. i enjoy just  to look at the  drops and drops of rain, seeing them brings back memories, some good and bad. *sigh* (life was never perfect, and i had my moments.) I do wish now it rains heavier, so that my dad cant watch astro. ( Astro gets wacky when it rains heavy) No, i am not mean, nor am i a bad child. Just that, i am fucking piss when it comes to his " games" He watches evry single game, evry i mean, evry freaking football game there is in this world. UNBELIEVABLE. Here comes the part where i am most shock of, he bets in ALL of them. Its ad okay that we have to rush back from were we are during dinners juts so he can see his stupid games, but, he just has too much money to practice this kind of hobbie. Its his way to feel relax, but, why this. But, i guess, its better than he has like what another woman rite? Then my family would just break apart. He is not getting any younger (he is like what 56 yrs old? Looks can be deceiving.) and he has some heart problem, so i still don get him sometimes, all the late nights. But i think god heard my prayer or saw me blogging this. cause, it is raining cats and dogs out there and yah, my dad is back in his room sleeping. Hoo ray. hahahah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Soon, it will a new yr. 2007. wow. i will be 20 then. i feel its time for me to make some changes. In my mind there is just so much and i feel so, lost and confuse. Been giving the moving to aussie thing some thought, i know it is nothing right now, but i do hope, i will be able to have that change in life. Although there are much to lose here, but, if i have the chance. i would. For now, i so have to make use of this holiday and decorate my room, pack some stuff, change my bed (its killing my back!), and preferably get a new wardrobe. So sick of not getting to wear skirt when i go to college cause i have to walk alot up to the stairs, but you know what. I DON CARE. i am just gonna. I so need to start wearing some slippers, flip flop ah, anything that is none cover toes. My toes have not been able to breath since well, i dunno when.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I think i will stop rite here, these days had been feeling so moody and i will get all frus withlittle things. I got to get myself together. Hope tmr, this week. Will be a better day~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556219441246552026-107943566486518196?l=poisonivyisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/feeds/107943566486518196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556219441246552026&amp;postID=107943566486518196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/107943566486518196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/107943566486518196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/2006/12/it-has-come-to-end.html' title='It has come to an end.'/><author><name>ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00108466335148891239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556219441246552026.post-8147647494684591440</id><published>2006-11-30T03:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T04:27:15.355+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first time.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;:P what a title. wakakka. Well, have been busy this few days, Finally finished my typo work. Printed them too. *phew, finally* Then ad principles ab say to abai so, yah, okie since there is not much time to execute them for friday. Gone thru photography class, it was okay la. (credits to zhi, wakakka, for some questions :p) I did some on my own also la, so, ai yar. Give me a break la. Will be getting A for photgraphy class also, hehehe. Provided if i attend the last class also la, so that attendence will remain full. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;My 1st time. Here goes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Got a job to help with x'mas deco in bakerzin. Which is kinda cool cause i totally love it. So went to bakerzin at like abt 10pm, when eveyone is like going home. So bk will be like empty.  Den, started out some work. But din manage to do much la. Since like, there wasnt enuf of stuff.  So, Just fixed the lights. Feels kinda weird la, for the 1st time, i can jump at bk. wakkaka..  Then look thru all the freezers and cupboards.. Steal some food. :p (Call me a greedy pig, when it comes to bakerzin's food/dessert, they so rock my world.)  I went to the storeroom also, man the big frezer there is so so fun. Feels like genting. hahah. But also like pity my sis la. She has so much to do, like check stock, carry some freaking heavy stuff from one outlet to the other, cook/bake, etc. I officially announce her as ms. superwoman, i have to, i just do. Okay, back to topic, somehting happened to the lights when i fixed the lightings with newton. Smoke like  puff out, freakin scare me man.  *argh*  lucky nothing big happened. Or not i will ad be so dead now. hehehe.  I went home at abt like 2 am. Yet i am loving what i have to do for bakerzin, its not much, but i am havin fun. :) So *cheers*. Might actually consider like taking this up as a job, like deco, craft and art. Man, i so lurve them.  :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Thats abt it la, will blog more soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;So, later. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556219441246552026-8147647494684591440?l=poisonivyisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/feeds/8147647494684591440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556219441246552026&amp;postID=8147647494684591440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/8147647494684591440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/8147647494684591440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-first-time.html' title='My first time.'/><author><name>ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00108466335148891239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556219441246552026.post-1067522562546349593</id><published>2006-11-26T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T23:26:09.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the title.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Well,  this is the title to summarise my week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Evryday is an aventure for me. As, eveyday i have to meet diff deadlines. Finally my typo work is on track, just a little touch up i can pass it up this coming saturday. *cheers* But, the press ad is a pain la, cause i have to start from scratch plus the way the lec want me to make it is kinda not really what i had in mind. But, fcuk it la. Better just follow la since she is the one grading it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Went to alot of places this week man. Like klcc, low yat, sungai wang, star hill, lot 10, curve, ikea, 1u, and also count pyramid in la since my col is liek so near. Yah, its like omg la. Went to half of the existing malls. :P (call me crazie, i think i am.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Today, i had dim sum at star hill then walk ard a bit. Then head to sungai wang. It is okay, not that pack. It was a catch la since io saw alot of cosplay ppl. Waakak.. they were dress in all sort of clothes, lolita, gothic, punk, ghost. etc. Some were kinda like, scary. :p but it was cool la to see ppl dress up. It was for some comic fiesta.  Din get anything from there though. (i am on shopping strike, well, kinda m.) So urgent to low yat instead. Wanted to wait for pc fair, but it seems the price diff is like ten bucks, and that time will be super pack till i won have time to think abt what i want. So got them today. A speaker and a lappie cooler. Loving my Sonicgearlar. I got a blak one so look pretty stylish, BUT here comes the fun part. The wiring is not long enuf, so, tmr i got to go get more wiring.. Fcuk@#$#$%%^!!! o well, tmr lor then. *sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;It is gonna be the 2nd last week ad. Mama, please help me. I am so in holiday mood. I need to help my sista deco bakerzin soon. *yipee* wakakka. Love this kind of job la, so today also went ikea to shop for deco. :) For dinner, i ate tiger prawn and beef at The Ship. (man, the tiger prawn is so like omg.!) Anyways back to topic, Yah, 2nd last week. Means alot of assignment to meeetttt! Next/ This week, i will have moral and photography test, packaging, Hurm.. what else? OH, ad campaign which is kinda like no where now, but soon to have la since tmr will have meeting cause got late clas. ( Shiat, i so hate to drive at nite) Thats abt it. Not much la, i guess.. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Been doing some thinking these days, and i concluded it with these words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;-mix&lt;br /&gt;-deep&lt;br /&gt;-heart&lt;br /&gt;-waiting&lt;br /&gt;-cherish&lt;br /&gt;-miss&lt;br /&gt;-secret&lt;br /&gt;-luck&lt;br /&gt;-couple&lt;br /&gt;-fate&lt;br /&gt;-wish&lt;br /&gt;-anxiety&lt;br /&gt;-hope&lt;br /&gt;Thats abt it. hahaha. Just some words la. Anyways, i got to start of with my typo work! So ta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556219441246552026-1067522562546349593?l=poisonivyisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/feeds/1067522562546349593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556219441246552026&amp;postID=1067522562546349593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/1067522562546349593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/1067522562546349593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/2006/11/this-is-title.html' title='This is the title.'/><author><name>ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00108466335148891239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556219441246552026.post-3440167000746667432</id><published>2006-11-23T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T21:53:05.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got to stop rite there.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"  &gt;If you're not the one then why does my soul feel glad today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt; If you're not the one then why does my hand fit yours this way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt; If you are not mine then why does your heart return my call?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt; If you are not mine would I have the strength to stand at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt; I never know what the future brings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt; But I know you are here with me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt; We'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt; And I hope you are the one I share my life with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt; I don't wannna run away but I can't take it, I don't understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt; If I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt; If I don't need you then why am I crying on my bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt; If I don't need you then why does your name resound in my head?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt; If you're not for me then why does this distance maim my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt; If you're not for me then why do I dream of you as my wife?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt; I don't know why you're so far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt; But I know that this much is true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt; We'll make it through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt; And I hope you are the one I share my life with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt; And I wish that you could be the one I die with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt; And I'm praying you're the one I build my home with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt; I hope I love you all my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt; I don't wanna run away but I can't take it, I don't understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt; If I'm not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt; 'Cause I miss you, body and soul so strong that it takes my breath away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt; And I breathe you into my heart and pray for the strength to stand today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt; 'Cause I love you, whether it's wrong or right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt; And though I can't be with you tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt; You know my heart is by your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt; I don’t wanna  run away but I can’t take it, I don’t understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt; If I’m not made for you then why does my heart tell me that I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Is there any way that I can stay in your arms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If u're not the one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Daniel Bedingfield.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A song,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;a way to express,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;brings us places,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This song,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today was a blast la. woke up early. Then went strolling with mum. My main purpose was to get another pair of shoe. So yah, mum brought me to klcc. I guess its just my luck la, don have what i want. (curse u topshop) Then, It all happens again. There were like two of them. All in new designs. Shiat. I got crazy and ran to spread the news to my mum. I am sick, i am obsess. I am, i know. Then at last. I bought it. (No, no, my mum bought it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8154/67897881011541/1600/592867/tokidoki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 157px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8154/67897881011541/320/732429/tokidoki.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lesportsac&lt;br /&gt;Tokidoki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Okay, i know. I got to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; STOP &lt;/span&gt;buying things. Just that is a temptation. I see it, I need it, I love it.  But, i will, stop buying things till January. Even if i do buy, it got to be my own money. A promise that i got to live with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot of assign to meet, alot on my mind. I just wish all this will go away. So i may just, rest. So cant wait for hols man. *argh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aneways, Got to run ad la, no time for super long post. :P Later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Welcome back lala, in abby's com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556219441246552026-3440167000746667432?l=poisonivyisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/feeds/3440167000746667432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556219441246552026&amp;postID=3440167000746667432' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/3440167000746667432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/3440167000746667432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-got-to-stop-rite-there.html' title='I got to stop rite there.'/><author><name>ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00108466335148891239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556219441246552026.post-3162810434017175934</id><published>2006-11-22T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T22:28:35.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are playin' with me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I am sure u are. The time when i bring umbrella, u shine down so brightly at me; when i don't, u pour down on me! What the. *argh* Today had to run with my hoodie and jacket in the rain. Stupid la, the weather is so unpredictable. Dumb, after when i reach my car, it actually stop rain a lil'. Fckin piss that the place i park it was flooded. Later then was fine though. Went to aunt's place after i drop jee off. Mahjong. One of my new learned skill. Played for a while la, and i won. Wakakak.. some small deal only la. So no big la. Then was too free so served red bean to all the other uncle and auntties there. I like la, to hang out with aunties and my mum. Like feel i can just be myself, have fun and relax:p  (As weird as it sounds, but, yah its true. plus I havent seen my aunt since like 2 weeks ago, so i mis her la) hehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;My poor baby. They are sick. :/ My dad &amp; my sis. AwwW.. it has bean days, and my dad is still like that. His voice sound like a lil' chipmunk now since he got flu. wakakak. i call him "fei tut". Find him so annoying at times (ding dong will just take the remote and switch my tv channel, damn.), but yet sometimes just like a big kidd. I guess, i cant expect more la. Since he is a very good provider. (See him payin off my bills, feeel so sorry.) He will just do anything to make his lil' girls happy, and even if he don express it out in words, of we needed anything, we can just get it. He wont whine, he wont grumble. (Works with my mac, mobile &amp;amp; evrything else:p) Just as long as we need it. So, for that, i pray he get well sooon la, since he is kinda old ad.(pushing 60,unexpected) As for my sis, she dumbo la. So call outlet chef, need to wash plates.  Then caught the sickness when it was too stuffy. *sigh*. Just too much sometimes. But i am sure she will be okay. Her bf will take care of her. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Saturday, man. Lots of asign to meet. Gonna have a funny exam also. Logo test??! Hurm. Need to finish up my packaging la, and mock-up. ( Someone, somthing, just take me away, please?) Just a couple of weeks, I need to hang in there. Oh, in clas today heard abt some drawin trip to penang. OMG la.  more drawin? i bet none of us will go. So haha, like jee say. I shall just buy my own tic adn ice kacang and sit there to stare and laugh at u guys who need to draw:p I guess, yah, it would be an experience la. But i cant expect who are the ppl who will be going, so nah. No Thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Lollipop, i so lose hope in watching. Still will la, some time. Xiao ma wasnt one of the six to be chosen. Fckin sad la, so like whats the whole point again. Seeing all those guys make me think like why is my life so sad. Fill with no excitement or any cute guys like so. Come la girls, boy scouting, clubbin'. wakakak. I guess evryone is just feeling the same. But in life there is so much more things more important, and so, we just wish things will go our way la. At least i do. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note* Lala, get yr ass back online la. Less one more person to crap with is just bore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556219441246552026-3162810434017175934?l=poisonivyisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/feeds/3162810434017175934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556219441246552026&amp;postID=3162810434017175934' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/3162810434017175934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/3162810434017175934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/2006/11/you-are-playin-with-me.html' title='You are playin&apos; with me.'/><author><name>ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00108466335148891239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556219441246552026.post-3902734604557389575</id><published>2006-11-22T02:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T02:48:50.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I swear, i swear.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Damn, i am so not eating satay, ketupat, lobster, etc. ANYmore. Took me fckin long to finally finish the stupid product. Well, i did start only at 10 to do my work. But, its ad early. Just that this week, had to meet deadlines. So din manage to touch my product. Like yesterday, had steamboat so like kinda reach home late at 11. Started to brain storm for the comm service folder. Which i did till 530 am. (volunteer do finish it since like the others had marker clas, ah, so i do la) At 530 itself, i tried so hard to slep. I think i might be sick or sumthing, 530 but i still still staring into space. Gawd, help me!  Spare me some sleeping time la. *argh* Yet, one thing good is, eventhough if i din slep enuf i still will be fine in col la, bek to my daily happy come lucky routine. wakaka. :p I know la, i am kinda just starting with at this drawing stuff, i so promise myself that i will try to start work even earlier, hate hate hate to rush!!!! I actually tawt of abai-ing the work, but its kinda wasted la. No point end of the term only lose semangat in meeting all assign deadlines rite. But, yah. Its all good now:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Got a moment to think abt stuff today. (I love to wander off) I would so like to find a guy who can cook for me, bake or whatver. I find them sweet, adorable, cuddly ( a full description of a teddy bear) wakakka. I dunno la, got this tawt while i was at the bakery. This guy semangat baking a cake. Though actually in my family there is ad like what 2 chefs/baker (my sis), whatver they do la, too complicated to categorize from like what hotside, cakes, cuisine, yada, yada, yada. Probably eveyone will be thinkin they actually specialise in that when they were in college, NOP. they both have some degree , hurm..  marketing, finance, business. Its a twist la from wht they are doing now. Okay, back to the guy. Oh, and if the guy is good in drawing, art, design. I would firstly ask him to teach me how to improve on my simplify figure hair. (Trust me, they look like shit) I guess, its just meant to be la. Its too earlt to dream anyways, since I am not even asleep. :P But i am so looking forward in studyin abroad la, better chances there! hehehe :) *drools*  Oh, wishing early Happy Anni to Jee (happy to help him out with his masterpiece, wakakka)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I think i will buzz now, I dont wanan be late for class AGAIN. (so not me okay, i am no slacker.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;So, ta. Post soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556219441246552026-3902734604557389575?l=poisonivyisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/feeds/3902734604557389575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556219441246552026&amp;postID=3902734604557389575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/3902734604557389575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/3902734604557389575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-swear-i-swear.html' title='I swear, i swear.'/><author><name>ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00108466335148891239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556219441246552026.post-4191872357649087964</id><published>2006-11-20T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T02:12:42.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another week.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;Well, a week has just go by. Oh, before i forget. Happy bday jie!! too bad i cant get her, or not i will sure bug her.. wakakak. There are a few highlights which i wanna blog abt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8154/67897881011541/1600/744371/2006110209203561947.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 285px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8154/67897881011541/320/168791/2006110209203561947.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 肥田囍事 To grow with Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Woo hoo~ finally finish this show from tvb. I have to admit, i am a freaking tv addict. Watched most of the dramas i can get hold of. :p But this drama is pretty special. For once the main actress is actually fat!! wakakka. She got all chubby just for this drama (ppl professional, who wouldn't, after that got slimming programme for free!) yah, she pretty good. This drama show how ppl think and discriminate fat ppl.. Its true. Fuckin unfair. How she fell in love, but the guy (andy) only thinks of her as a pig. If the ending she did not get to be with andy i will so fckin hate this show. (she did la of course) Besides, the theme song and sub theme song is cute la. It also keeps me wondering, whether there is just that 2 person on earth who can read each others mind, just like her and andy, but thats just in the drama la. Will it happen in reality?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is love? I seriously feel its like what "not the time for love"  season. Sad to see like, when u love someone and u cant be with the person. Then your heart will be like *argh* (i rather die). But how also, u got to move on, u got to live yr life. Then sometimes, u just wish u just get to see that person, even for just a glimpse. But NO, fat hope. nada. When u do see that person, (finally) that will be yr happiest moment, it will so brighten yr day. *sigh* These are the norm la, perhaps missing someone it is also a way to love. Whether to let the person know or not, whether u still can be frens after the confession? It will be a even bigger prob, a problem which also requires courage and lotsa bravery. So, is it better not to love?? :/ well, for all the love, i just wander off in my thoughts. I guess, when it comes, it comes, it goes, it is so gone! :p So pray for u guys, better luck in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8154/67897881011541/1600/295056/covenant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 257px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/8154/67897881011541/320/202842/covenant.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in love with this muvee!! hehehe.. :p for one, the guy is so hawt! *slurp*. The other cool thing is, this muvee is kinda the guy version of Charmed. In charmed there is " The book of Shadows". In convenant,  "The book of Damnation". I just cant resits all this kinda magical stuff. Perhaps some would say that it would be childish to even dream of havin some power of my own. But, who cares? wakaka, i wont mind havin some power. yah, childish or not, imagine what u can do if u had some power or some kind. I think this muvee ought to have like a 2nd epi since like the baddie was no where to be found later at the ending. For now, i will be waiting. Waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing is, one of my fren. She is getting married. OMG la rite. haha.. she is just the same age as i am. I am still thinking whther i wanna attend her wedding party. (I am not that close to her back in the school days) When will be a perfect time for a girl to get married anyway? Though, i really wonder how har hubbie look like. And why is she getting married so fast, izit because of.. Hurm.. unprotected sex?? wakkakaka.. Not nice to say and ask anyways la, since she is yah "a" fren. Will be find out soon la.. from someone. :p Though i still wish her all the best la!! *cheers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, will be the 3rd week. Term gonna end soon. So damn fast. Kinda scarie also la, gonna have some presentations and also exams. (i am so not good with books) Then after that, will have a break! Hurm, have no idea whether its for 2 or 3 weeks though. Time really goes by just like *swish*. Okay, i am 20, and i am half way thru dip. Man, april, don u come so fast. i still wanna enjoy my "10's"! Pretty proud of this term though, did not miss any assign, visual skils improved a lil, so yay!! Enuf for me:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So need to go finish up my simplify and also continue with some research! Later~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556219441246552026-4191872357649087964?l=poisonivyisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/feeds/4191872357649087964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556219441246552026&amp;postID=4191872357649087964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/4191872357649087964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/4191872357649087964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/2006/11/just-another-week.html' title='Just another week.'/><author><name>ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00108466335148891239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556219441246552026.post-9162347426617060471</id><published>2006-11-15T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T01:47:50.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Low, The other two.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/8154/67897881011541/1600/me%20and%20sis.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/8154/67897881011541/320/me%20and%20sis.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Thoughts just went by while i driving just now, i do miss you. I wonder how u are? What u are doin? Are u okay? Did you buy anything for me? hahaha:p My sis, the elder one. She is currently in aussie, perth. Man, i really do miss havin' her ard. The middle pic was taken when i was there during my last holiday. I know, i know, i dont look like her or any one of them! *sigh* I myself dont see the resemblance. I wonder whether, she herself had expected herself to be far away from her family when she is my age, like did she make plans? Being away is an experience, but sometimes, when she calls, i rather wish she is here with me, with us. A simple family dinner, a day out. Sound so simple, yet its so hard to get us, my family and i, all five of us in a picture. I cant even remember the time when she was ard me. When i was schooling? Nop. College? Nop.  Though i can remember that she loves to annoy me, hahah which is okay la, its just her way to show that she care. ehehhe. When i was there at her place, she made me caesar salad, my favourite!! She will go off early morning to class and later in the afternoon, we would meet up in the city to explore the place. At some days, she will go to work. Now she is waiting for her pr application. I cant wait for her to visit during CNY. :P I wanna get a purfect family picture. For now i can just pray that she has all the best things in life and that she will be happy with her new guy. Oh, Happy early bday:p! Lurve ya jie!! -Kelly- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Another, whom i see almost each day. ALMOST. Its kinda weird. We do stay under the same roof, but its like still uh huh. .. cause, when she goes to work, i am still asleep. Then she come bek, pretty tire and all so she sleeps while i kinda up till late. So our timing is like opposite. hahha. But yah, its still okay la, these days i see her more often. Her and her bf that is, :p I guess as long as she is happy, that is enuf for me la. Though sometimes see her pity her also ( she got promoted, yay!:p) cause she works too hard. Ad so small size also not enuf, still must skip her meals and get so so tire after a days work. Take care my dear sis, i give u some of my fats la.. wakkaka.. :p (i wish). When she has off, sometimes she will include me in her plans, she will go bring me ard to the shops.. heheh. The best part is, she cooks the best pasta ever!! Which is another one of my favourite. Its yummy i tell u!!! My sis, she is a very crazie person, she goes all go to please the person, to make others happy although she is damn damn tire.. (how angelic @!#*~) :P yah, for all the little things she does, i love her and i wish she will be always happy and TAke care!! -Alicia-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/8154/67897881011541/1600/ivy%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 205px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/8154/67897881011541/320/ivy%20copy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;I think, both of my sis will kill me if they know i posted their pic. hahaha sorry la jies.. my blog wor, hehehe.. and i really wanna post abt the second best thing that has ever happen to me, my feelings and thoughts all this while. (1st is my parents la for sure,haha.) Well, at the moment in my life, i feel i am a luckiest girl on earth, to have them. But, it wasnt always liddat, when i was younger, they both turn against me, haha cause i was the youngest, a big tell-tale. (sorry la, i was just a little mummy's girl.) There were times, when we  just shut each other out, for some reason which i cant even remember what.:p Bottom line, i know we are just meant to be, and 3 of us will always be "Low", Fate! Just like when we were young ( i guess i was, cause i cant remember anything abt a cake.. Hurm?).  I love you jies! Take care kiez, i will always be there to annoy and brighten yr life with my silly acts, :p wakakaka! xoxo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556219441246552026-9162347426617060471?l=poisonivyisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/feeds/9162347426617060471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556219441246552026&amp;postID=9162347426617060471' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/9162347426617060471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/9162347426617060471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/2006/11/low-other-two.html' title='Low, The other two.'/><author><name>ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00108466335148891239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556219441246552026.post-7431252932802108367</id><published>2006-11-15T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T23:23:14.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I commited a sin.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Yah, i seriously did. I shopped again! Shiat man. Mama, please kill me. It just comes natural to me to get things, and it has become a habit. :( If i had to live on my own with the way i spent and maintain my current lifestyle, i think i will be better off dead. hahaha. I guess, i have to try to change the way i am, i will try, i wil!:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i had visual class. It was okay, but guess what time i reach?? i think it was 10.10 and class was at 9.30! Whoops!!! i was like fckin' late, for a moment there i decided not to go for class, but ah, i dun wanna break my " not skipping class" record. So, i drove like a crazie, found a nice parking and up i go. Lucky sf din say anything, i just apologize and went to my spot. *phew* :p i din miss much anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After class, me and the girls went to mv! It was kinda fun la, 1st time i ever went with them to mv. We went walking ard and that is went i started getting my hands full with bags of shopping! haha.. We also went for bowling, not me actually, them Abby, Lala, Ning. I just tumpang cause i was wearing skirt, so din wanna make a big scene, so just bowl a lil'. It was cool, with my skill i definately did not get like a strike. Just hit some pins la while it was lala's turn. Shes good la, hahaha.. scored the highest. Come to think of it, i din bowl for a long time. In fact, it was when i was still with my ex. He thaught me how to. I was all clumsy, and " i don know how to bowl". Thanks Chris sifu. wakakak.. thanks for the skills. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also wanted to watch death note, so we waited till the reserve tic were available, but tough luck! SOLD OUT! shiat. A day out without muvee, just don seem prefect. Sorry guys, i shud have go see the tics before i even start shopping. :p There is like a fckin long list of shows i wanna see, *argh* but, just don seem to find the rite time. :( I guess Saturday will be prefect, rite? I do hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jam that i had to go thru was also crazie, like what the hell, how do ppl travel liddat everyday, its torturing. the chances of meeting with an accident is also higher, everyone shud just like fly to there destination. But, would there also be like jam in the sky? :/ Its all good la, along the way just chill with abby and lala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i came bek, i ate again. (ate sushi earlier) :P i am such a pig.. Must be some disease that i caught from one of my frens (pigs who love eating, u know who u are) hahaha.. No one can resists the temptation, definately not me since i LOVE dessert! Told my sis to get me sweet pleasure also. wakakka (BEST CAKE EVER!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, got to go, be back soon. Wanna post on someone i miss. :) so later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556219441246552026-7431252932802108367?l=poisonivyisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/feeds/7431252932802108367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556219441246552026&amp;postID=7431252932802108367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/7431252932802108367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/7431252932802108367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-commited-sin.html' title='I commited a sin.'/><author><name>ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00108466335148891239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556219441246552026.post-8400755408064864875</id><published>2006-11-15T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T02:52:48.692+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Blak Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/8154/67897881011541/1600/underground.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/8154/67897881011541/400/underground.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;This is my Underground Magazine for my Typo assign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;The girl of this front cover is Lara Fairie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/8154/67897881011541/1600/Mag.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/8154/67897881011541/400/Mag.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After i showed Sharon, she din really change much*phew*. She is famous for her act of changing ppl's work into in own style. She practically will just delete what u have done, and make a new one. But still, i respect her man, she is pro. The pic is kinda small so let me just tell u the topic i did , "99 ways I love you and also", "ultimate kissing guide". Wanted to choose some goth topics but was kinda scare that it will clash with my other classmates so chose these instead. The colors change here and there after i transfer it from ai to photoshop. So, bear with me. I love this kind of assign man, i can spent hours arranging and designing the layout. :p   Wanna head off to bed &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(morning clas, was 20 mins late that day)&lt;/span&gt;, so ta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556219441246552026-8400755408064864875?l=poisonivyisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/feeds/8400755408064864875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556219441246552026&amp;postID=8400755408064864875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/8400755408064864875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/8400755408064864875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/2006/11/girls-blak-book.html' title='Girls Blak Book'/><author><name>ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00108466335148891239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556219441246552026.post-6598031795673246674</id><published>2006-11-15T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:07:47.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lolli,Lollipop.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Yay! i finally finished all my assign for tmr. :)&lt;br /&gt;i think it is pretty nice of sf to only give us like what, 1 product and 2 simplify. wakakka, which is kinda yeah, happiness since the workload those days were so hectic. Tmr will be havin' visual clas. But i feel this week kinda not so stress since i dont have to rush any typo work.. maybe just hurm the thumbs for what press ad.. or sumting liddat lar.. no idea how to get that done though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, i am so into this taiwan game show that i actually knew abt much more earlier b4 abby told me abt it. But that time, i was more into the guest going into the show, NOT the hawt guys that are there. Man, some of them don even look 22. Though, i need to give some credits to abby since she pass me the whole seasons show, no need me to load. So, Abby, if u are reading this, please download summore. I am ad at the 2nd epi, faster keep my mac loaded with the other epis! By the way, if u all are wondering what game show i am talking abt is "Lollipop" (Bang Bang Dang). Well, the guys there are good to see la, they are pretty talented also, some of them know how to dance and sing. girls will go all drooling looking their performance, i din, but i was impressed. :p You dont see guys liddat walking ard in kl, so yeah, it is in our nature to go admire them form this kind of superstar show. i myself cant stand a guy with the "abc" look, man, he rocks my world! hahaha, yah, and lala likes the "monkey" and abby is into "doggie". I hope all of them really form a band or sumthing, then i can be one of those crazy fans (maybe not that crazy lar) haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, wanna go scan some pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556219441246552026-6598031795673246674?l=poisonivyisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/feeds/6598031795673246674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556219441246552026&amp;postID=6598031795673246674' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/6598031795673246674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/6598031795673246674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/2006/11/lollilollipop.html' title='Lolli,Lollipop.'/><author><name>ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00108466335148891239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-556219441246552026.post-9117948016440055041</id><published>2006-11-13T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T01:08:22.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>13 Nov 06|My very first post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Damn, finally i decided what name to use for my blog. (yah, okay i am indecisive, i know,i know! :P Hmnp.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;So yeah, "Ta-da", heres my blog!! Well, i guess its only right to have a place for me to blabber abt my life and me-- PoisonIvy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today like any other random col days, i had photography class. Submitted my 2nd and final photography assign. Its actually quite interesting but yet sometimes its so hard to get the rite pics, in the rite time, lighting, compo. . yada.  The topic that David (is his name david?!) gave us was texture/design, color, relection, shape, light&amp;shadow. Will probably post the pics here later or maybe check out my deviant acc (Which is kinda low on pics also, sorry.) Yah, bottom line, i have submitted it lar, which is also a relief. There will a theory test comin up soon like in 2 weeks time, that will a pain also. ARGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, at least his class is better than&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; Ari's clas. Sometimes i just don get him, whats up with all the sex, gay, and masturbation stuff that he cant stop mentioning. They are indeed amusing, but from a prevert like yrself, NO okay. I used to get all annoyed with him. Decided then, it is a waste of my time. Sometimes i just listen to what he says, write my own notes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;( I don wanan flunk the sub and see him again.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was rather fun too after davids class, went to pyramid with ning &amp; lala. And the dumbo ning, claims that she lost her thumbdrive, started going all worried and crazie. BUT, it was in her bag all this time. Bought things form topshop again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;(Shiat, the credit bill will be a bom this month. 2k? I M SO DEAD.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;I really got to control and stop buying things man, i pity my dear papa who is paying for my bills. Dear papa, i will repay u one day! haha. Oh, me and lala managed to get ning to apply some make-up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Hooray!:p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Pics in my fon though, so later lar upload.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways need to go find some sifu to help me with my templates.hahah. So lost man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/556219441246552026-9117948016440055041?l=poisonivyisme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/feeds/9117948016440055041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=556219441246552026&amp;postID=9117948016440055041' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/9117948016440055041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/556219441246552026/posts/default/9117948016440055041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poisonivyisme.blogspot.com/2006/11/13-nov-06my-very-first-post.html' title='13 Nov 06|My very first post.'/><author><name>ivy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00108466335148891239</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
