<?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-7521397</id><updated>2011-07-31T13:13:06.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dost thou love life? Then do not squander time as that stuff is what life is made of.</title><subtitle type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,
But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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>419</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7521397.post-7468889544020802418</id><published>2011-03-17T17:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T17:30:09.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011 a week after 8.9 quake in Japan</title><content type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you surprised that there's actually a post dated March 2011 in THIS BLOG? I am surprised myself. I am also surprised on why do you even click my blog? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for me, i just want to stop by to say that i miss my besties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uf--7ZI_kMw/TYHUXZ6C_WI/AAAAAAAAAaE/YexOzZsEYro/s1600/29039_401707273302_731848302_4482466_2602450_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uf--7ZI_kMw/TYHUXZ6C_WI/AAAAAAAAAaE/YexOzZsEYro/s320/29039_401707273302_731848302_4482466_2602450_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584978511472557410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rapzLVOqxwg/TYHUXdX4xHI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/igFvBpiNJ7s/s1600/6440_126451498302_731848302_2588576_4776118_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rapzLVOqxwg/TYHUXdX4xHI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/igFvBpiNJ7s/s320/6440_126451498302_731848302_2588576_4776118_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584978512403022962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7521397-7468889544020802418?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/7468889544020802418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=7468889544020802418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/7468889544020802418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/7468889544020802418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2011/03/2011-week-after-89-quake-in-japan.html' title='2011 a week after 8.9 quake in Japan'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uf--7ZI_kMw/TYHUXZ6C_WI/AAAAAAAAAaE/YexOzZsEYro/s72-c/29039_401707273302_731848302_4482466_2602450_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7521397.post-3911914798665195502</id><published>2009-04-24T19:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T20:17:29.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IM BACK!</title><content type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no people, NO NO, just when you think you should stop coming to this blog cos its dead, think again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. Im back to update my blog, especially during my 5 weeks stay in Boston. I will be writing daily journals and letters here. Although i havent decide for quan or qil. Either or i have to make another new one for the other. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now, i would want to note down a few reminders for myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Izzy, before you start working in May and got VERY VERY busy preparing (physically, emotionall, cognitively) for Boston in June - including doing your module evaluations and essay, collecting your ezlink at SSC and textbooks from Aishah, there are a few things that you need to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Check out dancing classes/workshops in Singapore (nearer the better) and inform Fizah when she finishes her exams on 8 May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) JOIN. ENROL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Check out for recipes and start experimenting and learning on how to make chocolate hersey pie. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) If number three is a success, Check out for recipes and start experimenting and learning on how to make black pepper pasta. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Start finding presents for your besties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Start finding present for mother's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Start finding a surprise present (that will be hidden somewhere in your room) for father's day. (When you are in Boston, you are going to wish ayah happy fathers day and ask him to hunt for the present in your room)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Transfer all your stuff in hp to pc. And send hp for repair before it gets 1 year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) And lasty to start getting back in touch with your new year resolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, Izzy, you should know what you meant. I read tru your previous enties and you are making a big deal that you are 20 and blah blah blah. Well, you are going to be 21 this year. YUP. That quick. You have to work on your diet, workout and your punctuality young woman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COME ON izzy, prove to everyone that you are a goal-driven woman!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7521397-3911914798665195502?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/3911914798665195502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=3911914798665195502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/3911914798665195502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/3911914798665195502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-back.html' title='IM BACK!'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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-7521397.post-7797548540287368815</id><published>2008-11-21T20:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T20:30:13.997+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will you</title><content type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This prose is titled will you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will you do if your only daughter dies suddenly?&lt;br /&gt;Disappear, vanish and fade away unexpectedly in your life&lt;br /&gt;Will you cry and weep till your eyes turn swollen red&lt;br /&gt;Will you loose weight as you don’t recognize appetite everyday &lt;br /&gt;Will you sob again till the bulging eyes started to sink&lt;br /&gt;Will you look through my baby pictures and reminisce the moments and realized my strengths, something that you never did when I am still alive &lt;br /&gt;Will you weep again and successfully managed to dry up the moisture in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And then will you repeat your careless parenting mistakes?&lt;br /&gt;Will you deal with your menopause with 24hour mood swings and never think about how your loved ones may feel&lt;br /&gt;Will you start attacking your only child left&lt;br /&gt;Will you drop his self-esteem tremendously &lt;br /&gt;Will you start comparing him with me and previous late brother and will never stop&lt;br /&gt;Will you make him feel so low, useless and depressed &lt;br /&gt;Will you make him feel so scared to visualize about having a family on his own because of the curses that you have thrown&lt;br /&gt;Will you make him feel so bad that he will start questioning about the purpose of his life &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you want to go through the whole cycle again for you to realize your mistake and finally understand our feelings?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7521397-7797548540287368815?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/7797548540287368815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=7797548540287368815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/7797548540287368815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/7797548540287368815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2008/11/will-you.html' title='Will you'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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-7521397.post-5303758946660263209</id><published>2008-11-01T16:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T16:35:28.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>japanese adict</title><content type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First i like Huaze Lei.&lt;br /&gt;Then Sano Izumi.&lt;br /&gt;And now i fell in love with Hanazawa Rui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow the three characters are similar. Ordinary looks, introvert, mysterious, simple yet...ah...charming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe LEI!!!! (Aww frinks thanks for the wonderful outing at east coast. Once i got e picts from shikin i will jot down e details of our memories here okay!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about boys, i am now surrounded by a class filled with mischievous yet charming young boys. Hee. Its so good to work with them and care for their everyday routine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, jaa nee!! sayoonara=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7521397-5303758946660263209?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/5303758946660263209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=5303758946660263209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/5303758946660263209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/5303758946660263209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2008/11/japanese-adict.html' title='japanese adict'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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-7521397.post-6757733150304388084</id><published>2008-10-24T17:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T22:08:28.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>letter to abang</title><content type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Abang,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you? It have been over 3 years since i last saw you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God knows how i have been strong and successfully carry on living although it is incomplete every single day. Can you believe it, im already 20?! And this is the third year i celebrated my birthday without you and your generosity of gifts. You know, Abang Qil never gave me anything this year. Well, maybe his little sister is not that cute little girl anymore. Hehe, maybe if you are here, you will think so too. LOL, but its okay, deep inside, i know he still love me as much. In fact, i think his love for me have doubled (his previous love for me plus your love for me). Yeah, im so lucky huh. But you know what!! He brought me to Cash Studio last tuesday for my belated birthday outing. It was so fun abang, if you were there with us, you will love it too! We sang your favorite songs too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember how much i have cried and suffered from separation anxiety when the first time you went for NS? And how i have tried to make a "surprise" for you when i heard you are coming home at last that weekend? Hehe=). Can you believe it, now, my own friends are going for THEIR national service! Can you believe it!! Sean, Yayat and everyone! Hehe. Even Eidel, Rudy lor!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, abang, Ijam and Emillia is getting married next month you know. 8th and 9th November. So cool rite!! I am so excited for them abang!! All of us the family members is going to wear peach as a theme colour. If only you are here, Ijam would surely ask you to be his bestman, cos remember how close were you with him? You are not only his best cousin, but also his best friend and a brother to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abang, Abang Qil is still like last time. So shy when it comes to girls. And when he is braver, rejection is always the answer. Its so unfair right, abang. I really want him to be happy like any other guys of his age. Hey, i have an idea, abang, since you are and expert when it comes to girls, why not you come in his dreams every night and gave him private lessons? Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abang, it have been so long since you visit me in my dreams. Where have you been? Have you got a new family over there? And a new sister too that you have been spoiling on? Do you still remember us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is it true that it is a completely two different world and we could not have any connections anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abang, do you have a new girlfriend there? Or have you made her your wife already since there is no parents anymore to stop you? Hehe. You are so lucky abang. THAT is a true love. THAT is THE love for eternity. Unlike "love" in our world. The world that i am still stuck in. Love is sweet, ok, but it is so temporary. For example, you know your 2nd ex- she already have a baby i heard. And your 3rd ex- she got engaged, around a year after you are gone and she never even invited us. Its not that im not happy that they manage to move on with their life you know. But you know, where is all that "I will love you forever and ever" promises? Till now, i dont understand the in depth meaning of ture love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Whats important, abang, i want you to be happy there. Find a really hot and truthful bidadari. How's e bidadara there? Have you seen any? How are they like? Are there any japanese or korean looking ones? Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know abang, our parents have been so much different now. Remember how you have told them once that you wish to get engaged with your 2nd ex when you are 26 or 27, i think? And how was their reactions and lectures? And how hurt you are for that hole year? And how she have left you just because of that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, parents are not the same anymore. They have been pestering and asking Abang Qil when is he going to bring back home his girlfriend when he is only 25 lor. I know!! Weird right!! Is not only that abang!! They sometimes pick up on me too. Like hello....how old am i again?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya abang, remember k. nong? Hahahahahaa!! OOooo. She never failed to bring drama after drama out from our plain and monotonous family. Hehe, you should have been here with us to watch it!! You'll love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, our favorite uncle, Cak'a? He's single now. Sigh, i think i really believe that nice guys finish last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know abang, sometimes right, i really envy you. You are happy over there, nothing to worry about, as your "sins book" have been closed forever. Whats done, is done. As for me, i still have to worry this, worry that, unhappy this unhappy that, sins here, sins there, stress here stress there, here competitive, there also competitive. Its so tiring you know abang. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for now abang, my eyes feel so sore. I think i got to rest them. (You know lately i always get sore eyes, tembel and such. You know i am using transition lenses. Dont know if you heard of it before, cos i think its quite new, like 2 years ago. Hehe and all my friends always like to tease me on that cos they think i look old. Hehe but you should have seen how effective it was even if its just a slightest sunlight)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours,&lt;br /&gt;Your beloved sister =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7521397-6757733150304388084?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/6757733150304388084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=6757733150304388084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/6757733150304388084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/6757733150304388084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2008/10/letter-to-abang.html' title='letter to abang'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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-7521397.post-5593297119954360514</id><published>2008-10-16T23:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T23:52:54.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fandi sons</title><content type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at Fandi Ahmad's sons!! They're grown up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/SPdi2MTAJsI/AAAAAAAAARY/xD96R751CVs/s1600-h/fandi+sons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/SPdi2MTAJsI/AAAAAAAAARY/xD96R751CVs/s320/fandi+sons.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257779773131728578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valencia want 2nd look at Fandi's sons  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOING PLACES: Fandi Ahmad's sons, ikhsan (left) and Irfan. -- PHOTO: THE RED CARD PTE LTD&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;FANDI Ahmad's two sons have reached yet another milestone in Europe. &lt;br /&gt;Irfan, 10, and Ikhsan, eight, have been invited by Spanish Primera Liga side Valencia to train with their youth academy for two weeks in September. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pair, who are the eldest children of the former Singapore star, impressed Valencia officials during tryouts last week in Alicante, Spain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miguel Tendillo, co-ordinator for the club's Under-12 set-up, described Ikhsan as 'a great talent and a natural goalscorer'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the former Spanish international, Irfan 'showed good movement and worked hard to create chances'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During a trial match alongside Spanish boys in his age group, Ikhsan scored four goals. Irfan played as an attacking midfielder in another match, creating three goals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rare opportunity to train with Valencia's youth teams came after the Singapore boys earned rave reviews at AC Milan's junior football camp in the Spanish city of Malaga two weeks ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they do well at Valencia, the club may be given first option to sign them when they turn 14. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R. Sasikumar, the director of sports management agency, The Red Card, is helping to coordinate Irfan and Ikhsan's European stint. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said the former Singapore footballer: 'They passed Valencia's first test with flying colours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Clubs like that don't just invite anyone to train at their academy, so this is a big achievement for the boys.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two youngsters will also head to London later this month to play in an Under-13 tournament organised by Arsenal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are likely to attend football camps in Europe on an annual basis during their school holidays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7521397-5593297119954360514?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/5593297119954360514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=5593297119954360514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/5593297119954360514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/5593297119954360514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2008/10/fandi-sons.html' title='Fandi sons'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/SPdi2MTAJsI/AAAAAAAAARY/xD96R751CVs/s72-c/fandi+sons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7521397.post-6236520431943031697</id><published>2008-10-16T17:01:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T17:14:25.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 days after birthday</title><content type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bimbo accent*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O M G. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This place is like totally dead!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe. Miss me right..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe it, i have been living in this world for totally 20 years 2 days 21 hours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all those who wished me, thanks for remembering. Those who want to make me happier, bring me for a karaoke session as a birthday outing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CANNNNN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im dying to CROAK the whole day with my friends. I dont mind to have 10 karaoke session with different group of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*HINT*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much, really =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7521397-6236520431943031697?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/6236520431943031697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=6236520431943031697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/6236520431943031697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/6236520431943031697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2008/10/3-days-after-birthday.html' title='3 days after birthday'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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-7521397.post-5315984007070069479</id><published>2008-06-29T18:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T18:48:27.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>survive wheelock week 1</title><content type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 BLOODY WEEK OF WHEELOCK!!!!!!! WE SURVIVED!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekends is a form of celebrating one's success of surviving an unexpectedly messy week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben and Jerry's is a form of indulging one's cravings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I got myself ONE cheesecake brownie and fossil fuel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art is a form of expressing one's feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lz95.org/mw/talbert/giraffe2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.lz95.org/mw/talbert/giraffe2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cartoon is a form of WATEVER, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.funfonix.com/clipart/giraffe.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.funfonix.com/clipart/giraffe.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this week =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7521397-5315984007070069479?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/5315984007070069479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=5315984007070069479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/5315984007070069479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/5315984007070069479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2008/06/survive-wheelock-week-1.html' title='survive wheelock week 1'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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-7521397.post-6346253356248084020</id><published>2008-06-06T22:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T23:45:05.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>anti army</title><content type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, at last its Friday. My brother should be coming home by tmr or sunday. CANT WAIT!!!!!!!, how i missssssssss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Army/Reservist is so unreasonable. Taking away our family member for the whole week! I still could not forget, 2 years ago, when Qil went for THIS same reservist thing for a week too, and the week after that was THE 3rd July week. Can you imagine how both of them felt? All their life they have been so close and attached, suddenly because of the stupid army, they got separated and in addition with the fate, they are separated forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the use of this whole reservist thinggy? To make men in the country prepareee la la blah blah blah. Then why, WHY may i ask, up till now, already four months plus, your EVER READY!! muscular army people still havent catch Mas Selamat Kasturi, the limped guy???? Ya the one that escaped though the visitor's toilet little window. Ya ya ya and your poor security blah blah blah. The low fencing... The non-activated alarm.... Wow, fascinating, very convincing. Waaaahhhh....now that its four months already, nobody even bothered already right? I can almost hear their loud sigh and laughter behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe i am a citizen of a child-like and coward country.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the longest week i have ever been through. For the whole week my dinner have been tooooo-peaceful with parents. Without having a brother to laugh, sing, irritate, joke, gossip and consult about our whole day encounters. From Fiza O's fantasy of ABANG ANUAR!!!!, to reflecting on how our little cousins have grown and how OLD are we, to how the teenagers in his school attitude got worst ever since they move school, to his confusion on "what-to-do-next-now?" situation with her, to Mr Chow's "EEEEI MASAK AIR! MASAK AIR!" and well too many to mention. And last minute sms of "Wanto go imm?" LOL, ok pjs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And im finished with PS I LOVE YOU book. I really can feel the story. The book totally scores a 10 and the movie totally, NONE. =P Im like nodding at literally every single Holly's thoughts, feelings, emotions, words and quotes in the book. It made me miss Abang even more. Especially with Qil not being around too for the whole week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only he had knew it earlier like Gerry does..he would have done somewhat like that too for us. Or sweeter still. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never see myself as mummy's girl or daddy's girl. I have always been THE brothers' girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7521397-6346253356248084020?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/6346253356248084020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=6346253356248084020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/6346253356248084020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/6346253356248084020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2008/06/anti-army.html' title='anti army'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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-7521397.post-1460495981410752467</id><published>2008-05-22T12:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T12:26:53.969+08:00</updated><title type='text'>60s</title><content type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/pl/Z6xle9tP2F/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/pl/Z6xle9tP2F/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="340" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/ThP-bUF/playlist/bSlXEUY8/koleksi_seniman_p_ramlee_seniwati_saloma_music_playlist/"&gt;KoLeKSi SeNiMaN P. RaMLee &amp; SeNiWaTi SaLoMa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. How i wish we still live in the 60s where everything is so stress-free and every moment can be communicated by singing. Work? Date? Walking down the road? You name it. Its the time where everyone appreciates art and seni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7521397-1460495981410752467?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/1460495981410752467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=1460495981410752467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/1460495981410752467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/1460495981410752467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2008/05/60s.html' title='60s'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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-7521397.post-2289617771784754803</id><published>2008-05-21T22:51:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T00:28:40.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long update on holiday 2</title><content type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's soooooooooooooooo many things to update!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets start from last Wednesday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fa Mulan and myself experimented, discovered and created a candy/ toffee named: Zara Gremlins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/SDRE0eQj2TI/AAAAAAAAAOo/n1jYT05gBdw/s1600-h/DSCF2903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/SDRE0eQj2TI/AAAAAAAAAOo/n1jYT05gBdw/s320/DSCF2903.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202859137786173746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/SDRE0-Qj2UI/AAAAAAAAAOw/ILXUz3HOA6s/s1600-h/DSCF2906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/SDRE0-Qj2UI/AAAAAAAAAOw/ILXUz3HOA6s/s320/DSCF2906.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202859146376108354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/SDRE1OQj2VI/AAAAAAAAAO4/N6n8BnSmR6M/s1600-h/DSCF2913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/SDRE1OQj2VI/AAAAAAAAAO4/N6n8BnSmR6M/s320/DSCF2913.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202859150671075666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/SDRE1OQj2WI/AAAAAAAAAPA/4Ic_2sHxAkE/s1600-h/DSCF2915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/SDRE1OQj2WI/AAAAAAAAAPA/4Ic_2sHxAkE/s320/DSCF2915.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202859150671075682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aqueous-transmission.blogspot.com/"&gt;For more details and full story, click to Fa Mulan page lol.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, i went for my volunteer and after that The FRINKS (and shikin) go to the Cash Studio Karaoke Box and we sang till 11pm. At the same time celebrating Zul's Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Muke semangat kite:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/SDRHhOQj2XI/AAAAAAAAAPI/LYekRv-ANbQ/s1600-h/IMG_1262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/SDRHhOQj2XI/AAAAAAAAAPI/LYekRv-ANbQ/s320/IMG_1262.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202862105608575346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/SDRHheQj2YI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Jbhf-hKiadU/s1600-h/IMG_1274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/SDRHheQj2YI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Jbhf-hKiadU/s320/IMG_1274.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202862109903542658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/SDRHhuQj2ZI/AAAAAAAAAPY/_-NRaQyQt4c/s1600-h/IMG_1276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/SDRHhuQj2ZI/AAAAAAAAAPY/_-NRaQyQt4c/s320/IMG_1276.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202862114198509970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/SDRHh-Qj2aI/AAAAAAAAAPg/eTOl6Ltq6wQ/s1600-h/IMG_1287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/SDRHh-Qj2aI/AAAAAAAAAPg/eTOl6Ltq6wQ/s320/IMG_1287.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202862118493477282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/SDRHieQj2bI/AAAAAAAAAPo/01Iku8iZVPw/s1600-h/IMG_1326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/SDRHieQj2bI/AAAAAAAAAPo/01Iku8iZVPw/s320/IMG_1326.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202862127083411890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/SDRIP-Qj2cI/AAAAAAAAAPw/uFrBfCqO-1o/s1600-h/IMG_1344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/SDRIP-Qj2cI/AAAAAAAAAPw/uFrBfCqO-1o/s320/IMG_1344.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202862908767459778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/SDRIQOQj2dI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_hy2unZbCZE/s1600-h/IMG_1345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/SDRIQOQj2dI/AAAAAAAAAP4/_hy2unZbCZE/s320/IMG_1345.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202862913062427090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/SDRIQOQj2eI/AAAAAAAAAQA/umKQeezbRFc/s1600-h/IMG_1347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/SDRIQOQj2eI/AAAAAAAAAQA/umKQeezbRFc/s320/IMG_1347.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202862913062427106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duet with the birthday boy. This is how it looks like haaaa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/SDRIQeQj2fI/AAAAAAAAAQI/Omt3bnn5Zd0/s1600-h/IMG_1319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/SDRIQeQj2fI/AAAAAAAAAQI/Omt3bnn5Zd0/s320/IMG_1319.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202862917357394418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one i try to follow the girl's expression. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/SDRIQeQj2gI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/IFRL-KJup8E/s1600-h/IMG_1316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/SDRIQeQj2gI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/IFRL-KJup8E/s320/IMG_1316.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202862917357394434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday, i went for my hanyu pinyin class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, i went for pedicure!!!!!!! AT LAST!!!! HAVE BEEN WANTING TO GO FOR A LONG LONG TIME!!! Faz/ Tinkerbell and myself went to Clarke Quay to pamper ourselves. Just because i wear scarf and walk around that place, we got unnecessary attention sey. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ape ingat aku clubbing ke!&lt;/span&gt; FINGERWORKS is a great place, im really considering to go there again! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, the besties spend our quality time at West Coast Park at the same time celebrating the May babies birthday. Our quality time is nonexchangeable and nontransferable. Sorry ah. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/SDRKYuQj2hI/AAAAAAAAAQY/_xM1Yr67Mq4/s1600-h/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/SDRKYuQj2hI/AAAAAAAAAQY/_xM1Yr67Mq4/s320/3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202865258114570770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/SDRNmOQj2oI/AAAAAAAAARQ/cZtC7ARGYK4/s1600-h/iwish.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/SDRNmOQj2oI/AAAAAAAAARQ/cZtC7ARGYK4/s320/iwish.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202868788577688194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/SDRKZOQj2jI/AAAAAAAAAQo/ktCWVcOERzo/s1600-h/mentel.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/SDRKZOQj2jI/AAAAAAAAAQo/ktCWVcOERzo/s320/mentel.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202865266704505394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hidden-smile.blogspot.com/"&gt;For the full story, click to Syikin's blog.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, my family and Syikin went for the Pramlee Musical at the esplanade. It was the bomb. Really worth the money and time. The Pramlee and Saloma is reallyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy similar to the seniman and seniwati!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/SDRMWOQj2kI/AAAAAAAAAQw/nNm4RDPs0C4/s1600-h/DSC00451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/SDRMWOQj2kI/AAAAAAAAAQw/nNm4RDPs0C4/s200/DSC00451.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202867414188153410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/SDRMWuQj2lI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/fvf5HoK3Gpc/s1600-h/DSC00077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/SDRMWuQj2lI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/fvf5HoK3Gpc/s200/DSC00077.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202867422778088018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/SDRMXOQj2mI/AAAAAAAAARA/wm2FstcqctY/s1600-h/DSC00078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/SDRMXOQj2mI/AAAAAAAAARA/wm2FstcqctY/s200/DSC00078.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202867431368022626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thats our lovely mother after enjoying her unforgettable mothers day present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/SDRMZeQj2nI/AAAAAAAAARI/UxvkaCzY9d8/s1600-h/DSC00084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/SDRMZeQj2nI/AAAAAAAAARI/UxvkaCzY9d8/s200/DSC00084.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202867470022728306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday, i received a call for relief teaching at last. And for that whole day, i was being called CIKGU. haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today, its Miss. And personally i feel that cikgu sounds more wiser and respected. LOL~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, its a great experience teaching in a primary school. Just make me relish back MY moments. And looking at some of them, they really look like my ex-primary school friends. Weird but very comforting feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW, i never did so many things in a week ever since the vacation starts since Fenruary. LOL~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you ah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7521397-2289617771784754803?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/2289617771784754803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=2289617771784754803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/2289617771784754803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/2289617771784754803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2008/05/long-update-on-holiday-2.html' title='Long update on holiday 2'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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/_2BMYzLcbS5c/SDRE0eQj2TI/AAAAAAAAAOo/n1jYT05gBdw/s72-c/DSCF2903.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7521397.post-4162506408997491612</id><published>2008-05-07T18:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T18:04:30.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>are you smarter than a fifth grader?</title><content type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed my breakfast this morning! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fox.com/areyousmarter/features/"&gt;Click here! Lets play Are you smarter than a fifth grader?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7521397-4162506408997491612?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/4162506408997491612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=4162506408997491612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/4162506408997491612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/4162506408997491612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2008/05/are-you-smarter-than-fifth-grader.html' title='are you smarter than a fifth grader?'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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-7521397.post-2417961622633616567</id><published>2008-05-06T15:06:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T19:26:16.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chantek.</title><content type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title: CHANTEK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/HgEQZ3PjgR"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/HgEQZ3PjgR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love listening to songs which have meaningful lyrics. Sigh, wouldnt it be so sweet to have a husband who will sing a song like this to you every single night till the end of your life? I wonder, what kind of guys are girls left with in this world? What are they worth of? What can they do? To what extent they will go? GOD  ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This is just my random thoughts. Nothing to worry about. im fine lol.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7521397-2417961622633616567?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/2417961622633616567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=2417961622633616567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/2417961622633616567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/2417961622633616567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2008/05/chantek.html' title='chantek.'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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-7521397.post-1179583593899037489</id><published>2008-05-06T14:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T16:35:53.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>food!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.groovycandies.com/sendbinary.asp?path=D%3A%5Cwwwroot%5Cgroovycandies.com%5Cuploadmedia%5Cimages%5C6594L.jpg&amp;Width=450"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.groovycandies.com/sendbinary.asp?path=D%3A%5Cwwwroot%5Cgroovycandies.com%5Cuploadmedia%5Cimages%5C6594L.jpg&amp;Width=450" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.groovycandies.com/sendbinary.asp?path=D%3A%5Cwwwroot%5Cgroovycandies.com%5Cuploadmedia%5Cimages%5C6594R.jpg&amp;Width=450"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.groovycandies.com/sendbinary.asp?path=D%3A%5Cwwwroot%5Cgroovycandies.com%5Cuploadmedia%5Cimages%5C6594R.jpg&amp;Width=450" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.wonka.com/SweeTarts/swtrope_vote/blowup.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.wonka.com/SweeTarts/swtrope_vote/blowup.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The taste of Wonka's SweeTARTS never fail to bring me back to my childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, not forgetting the Koko Krunch DUO!!!!!!!! Myyy oooh my... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food glorious food. Food is the only major thing in the world right now that is able to make me happy. Eat, enjoy, eat as much as you can cos life is too short to have second thoughts, diets and limitations really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7521397-1179583593899037489?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/1179583593899037489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=1179583593899037489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/1179583593899037489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/1179583593899037489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2008/05/food.html' title='food!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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-7521397.post-4144056308434551534</id><published>2008-05-05T21:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T22:36:34.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just like heaven</title><content type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What i have to tell you is not easy to understand. It may seem impossible to accept. But if you listen to my story- if you are willing to trust me- then maybe in the end you'll believe me. For without knowing it, you're the only person in the world who can share my secret,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its magical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie is such a disappoint.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7521397-4144056308434551534?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/4144056308434551534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=4144056308434551534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/4144056308434551534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/4144056308434551534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2008/05/just-like-heaven.html' title='just like heaven'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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-7521397.post-5171619621783808376</id><published>2008-05-02T16:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T16:46:39.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick</title><content type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant believed on 29th April i spend my whole day groaning in pain at home when it is supposed to be enjoy-yourself-with-lots-and-lotsa-scoops for Ben and Jerry's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw my body. Am im really getting that old? My muscles are really aching all over!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7521397-5171619621783808376?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/5171619621783808376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=5171619621783808376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/5171619621783808376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/5171619621783808376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2008/05/sick.html' title='sick'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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-7521397.post-6976069557582932972</id><published>2008-04-20T17:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T17:35:00.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ARGHH!</title><content type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried so hard today that my eyes feel so sore. I am not exaggerating. Her menopause period really make me feel so stressful, useless, upset and down. It makes my heart says "What is there for to continue living? All these while i lived for my family. Now?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry i can never be so perfect.&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry i am just a normal human being.&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry to make you miserable for the past 20 years.&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry for never bringing you joy and memories for you to cherish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got the sms from AC's got talent again. I really dont know if they've got the wrong number, its a junk msg or its another guys stupid joke of "Oh sorry, i must got the wrong number. Btw you are?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i watched I AM SAM, at last. Beautiful movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYONE WANT TO GO PEDICURE WITH ME? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really feel like pampering myself. Am i really ready to go to the Taman Jurong Centre tmr? Hmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7521397-6976069557582932972?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/6976069557582932972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=6976069557582932972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/6976069557582932972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/6976069557582932972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2008/04/arghh.html' title='ARGHH!'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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-7521397.post-4766314346843086480</id><published>2008-04-18T15:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T17:48:55.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NTUC offer again~</title><content type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huan ying ni peng you, jian dao ni, wo hen gao xing.&lt;br /&gt;Welcome friends, I am very happy to see you =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/SAhiyQaPoCI/AAAAAAAAAOg/Obl9udqvDuo/s1600-h/P1010894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/SAhiyQaPoCI/AAAAAAAAAOg/Obl9udqvDuo/s320/P1010894.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190507186082521122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That, was my preparation for the scholarship interview yesterday. I am THIS close to loosing THAT black file which contains all my important documents like resume, testimonials and work samples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And TODAY!! I've got a call from one of their center to work as a part time teacher till june. LOL and the funny thing is I thought its a call saying that i am accepted. Hahahaha!!! False alarm. Okay lor, i also dont mind working. But to think of it, wah like where do they get my contact suddenly sey???? Then no need interview, no need anything. Straight away come next week with my bank book. And i dont even know who to look for when i am there next week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Issit because of yesterday, my name is being spread around the whole organisation so fast? LOL. And i am going to take this as a positive sign that i am going to be accepted also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAH CONFIDENT SAK AKU. CAN PUKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, watched 2 more classic disney movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://anination.free.fr/images/affiches/anastasia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://anination.free.fr/images/affiches/anastasia.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.impawards.com/1994/posters/swan_princess_ver1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.impawards.com/1994/posters/swan_princess_ver1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least before wo qu (i go),&lt;br /&gt;Wo bu shi xuesheng, wo shi laoshi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahhaaa!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7521397-4766314346843086480?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/4766314346843086480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=4766314346843086480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/4766314346843086480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/4766314346843086480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2008/04/ntuc-offer-again.html' title='NTUC offer again~'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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/_2BMYzLcbS5c/SAhiyQaPoCI/AAAAAAAAAOg/Obl9udqvDuo/s72-c/P1010894.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7521397.post-3226928329544095400</id><published>2008-04-15T18:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T10:33:54.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>more movies</title><content type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched more disney movies. LOL~ Dont blame me. I have got to watch as many princesses movies as possible while I AM STILL A PRINCESS MYSELF you know. And before i turn twenty. Ohnooman am i that old???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B00005JKHN.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/P/B00005JKHN.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.impawards.com/1995/posters/pocahontas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.impawards.com/1995/posters/pocahontas.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.adisney.com/peliculas/pocahontas2/img/pocadvd2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.adisney.com/peliculas/pocahontas2/img/pocadvd2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://paisley.presys.com/graphics/mulan2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://paisley.presys.com/graphics/mulan2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.jimhillmedia.com/mb/images/upload/sharon-morrill-b-web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.jimhillmedia.com/mb/images/upload/sharon-morrill-b-web.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, thats it until Thursday. I am not allowed to watch anything else although its so addictive. Haram hukumnya! Got to prepare for the NTUC interview. WHAT???? BUT I DONT WANTTT TO GOOOOOO~ Come on inner self izzah dont be so silly. You are not rich, you need their help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How upsetting.=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7521397-3226928329544095400?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/3226928329544095400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=3226928329544095400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/3226928329544095400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/3226928329544095400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2008/04/more-movies.html' title='more movies'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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-7521397.post-4762809125134808751</id><published>2008-04-11T16:15:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T22:24:15.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'>recap of da week</title><content type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/4v87UtI7V6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/4v87UtI7V6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Recap of da week =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched these beautiful movies. AYAT AYAT CINTA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Its a really good movie, really. Im going to the library to find the novel asap. Hmm I wonder, in reality, is there really such a guy? THAT NICE??????? =X &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ruangfilm.com/__files/images/ayat_ayat_cinta_poster.preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://ruangfilm.com/__files/images/ayat_ayat_cinta_poster.preview.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.impawards.com/2004/posters/ella_enchanted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.impawards.com/2004/posters/ella_enchanted.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.teachwithmovies.org/guides/mulan-DVDcover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.teachwithmovies.org/guides/mulan-DVDcover.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.coverbrowser.com/image/bestselling-movies-2007/131-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.coverbrowser.com/image/bestselling-movies-2007/131-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i helped my mum make kuih habuk habuk sagu. Its my very first attempt to make a very traditional malay delicacies, okay!!!!!!!!! =P The ingredients were so easy to get, its easy to make and the folding is so addictive!!! I think this will be my next favourite malay kuih after lopis. Din managed to take any snaps tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i baked this type of cookie named Rocky Road marshmallow!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hen hao chi!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R_8ipRX-QjI/AAAAAAAAAOA/aCJlOtPoXGI/s1600-h/P1010880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R_8ipRX-QjI/AAAAAAAAAOA/aCJlOtPoXGI/s320/P1010880.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187903388188033586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R_8i8xX-QkI/AAAAAAAAAOI/yyoubHpvRT8/s1600-h/P1010881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R_8i8xX-QkI/AAAAAAAAAOI/yyoubHpvRT8/s320/P1010881.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187903723195482690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R_8jfhX-QlI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/YPF7eCWbXc4/s1600-h/P1010887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R_8jfhX-QlI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/YPF7eCWbXc4/s320/P1010887.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187904320195936850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R_8jnRX-QmI/AAAAAAAAAOY/M5qTk3skFoI/s1600-h/P1010889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R_8jnRX-QmI/AAAAAAAAAOY/M5qTk3skFoI/s320/P1010889.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187904453339923042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this week is my first week of volunteering at KKH Play Centre. I played like Xbox (racing game, so as usual i bang and crash into everything) and football table game with this boy. Lol. Such an experience. He is so talkative that i can feel his thirst at the end of the day. And today will be my third mandarin class. And im halfway reading the novel Memoirs of the Geisha. And im halfway with my assignment of sewing my very own princessey skirt. GUESS THE COLOUR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, wan shang. Wo yao chi wan fan. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7521397-4762809125134808751?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/4762809125134808751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=4762809125134808751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/4762809125134808751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/4762809125134808751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2008/04/recap-of-da-week.html' title='recap of da week'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R_8ipRX-QjI/AAAAAAAAAOA/aCJlOtPoXGI/s72-c/P1010880.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7521397.post-4406764358982734047</id><published>2008-04-09T16:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T16:30:37.987+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fake poems</title><content type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time you make me so mad, so sad, so bad that nobody can ever imagine, i will always try my best not to hate you after that. I could not hate you. What if karma happens and my children would do the same thing to me? It would be a phobia for me to have children then. I always try to make myself feel better by crying my heart out and writing poems. Fake fake poems. Fake poems regarding my fake feelings. Fake poems on how "i understand you". Fake poems to cover up what i really truly feel. I have no idea how long this can continue. I have no idea when you are going to change.&lt;br /&gt;You're my mum, why, the simplest things like this you just cant adapt and understand? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY GIRL~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were born into the world,&lt;br /&gt;So precious, so delicate, so pure,&lt;br /&gt;I tried my best to bring myself up,&lt;br /&gt;To look at my masterpiece that i have,&lt;br /&gt;To look into your deep brown eyes,&lt;br /&gt;My gaze of love that can never be compared,&lt;br /&gt;Can never be measured, can never be sold,&lt;br /&gt;So weak yet so strong,&lt;br /&gt;So tired yet so ambitious, &lt;br /&gt;Motivated by your lovely, precious cries,&lt;br /&gt;I swear to bring up the best in you,&lt;br /&gt;My darling girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lady you are now,&lt;br /&gt;Smart, strong and young,&lt;br /&gt;However you grew up so fast,&lt;br /&gt;And have your own ways, styles and dreams to achieve,&lt;br /&gt;Leaving my expectations behind,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heartbroken i am,&lt;br /&gt;Looking at my shattered dreams,&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to nag and irritate you,&lt;br /&gt;every single second,&lt;br /&gt;I just want to talk sense out of you,&lt;br /&gt;That is what i meant,&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to make you feel useless and down,&lt;br /&gt;When i compare you with other's daughters,&lt;br /&gt;I just want to make you realise that you can be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girl,&lt;br /&gt;You are never too old,&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be my baby,&lt;br /&gt;And you deserve to be treated like one forever,&lt;br /&gt;I have got no one else,&lt;br /&gt;I only have you,&lt;br /&gt;Please make my dreams come true,&lt;br /&gt;My girl, i love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7521397-4406764358982734047?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/4406764358982734047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=4406764358982734047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/4406764358982734047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/4406764358982734047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2008/04/fake-poems.html' title='Fake poems'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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-7521397.post-2377997855439336858</id><published>2008-04-03T14:07:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T22:05:48.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The leap years</title><content type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/mvhwKJZCIB"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/mvhwKJZCIB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break me open&lt;br /&gt;Tear me down&lt;br /&gt;Into pieces&lt;br /&gt;Broken crumbs&lt;br /&gt;On the ground&lt;br /&gt;You can mould and shape me&lt;br /&gt;In your image&lt;br /&gt;Breathe your life&lt;br /&gt;You know I need it&lt;br /&gt;Scars make us stronger for life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'A saint once decreed that a man must agree to a woman's proposal today.&lt;br /&gt;Give me a sign whether to meet me at eight, at the same place you sit and fulfill the tradition of February 29.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT LAST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last i watched The leap years. I have been dying to watch okay. DYING DYING DYING. And what is even better, i watched it with my besties!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R_R2_aYeDaI/AAAAAAAAAN4/XnGgv9aCPvM/s1600-h/P1010113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R_R2_aYeDaI/AAAAAAAAAN4/XnGgv9aCPvM/s320/P1010113.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184899902796074402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This is so not yesterday picture. LOL. Cos we've got no time to take a group pict)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing Delphine as Li-Ann (Wong LiLin)&lt;br /&gt;Syamilah as Suneetha (Nadya Hutagalung)&lt;br /&gt;Syikin as Kim (Paula Malai Ali)&lt;br /&gt;Izzah as Jennie (Vernetta Lopez)&lt;br /&gt;KS (Qi Yu Wu).... Melvin can be that guy. I think he's a that kind of friend. lol~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahah!!!! Phine as the girl who is always so nice, so humble and patient, Syam as the girl who fall for the guy who's right in front of her all these while, Kin as the girl who have the problem of "too many halves" and me as the GAY girl!!! Hahahahahahahhhhahaha!!!!!!!! Gay as in always the happy one, making jokes and of course, likes girls. LOL~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really love this local movie so much. I think the storyline is so unique, special, marvellous and i can soooo feel it. Well done Mediacorp Raintree Pictures, Catherine Lim(author), and Corrinne May(singer). Excellent camera angles, they make our country looked so romantic, suddenly. I love the roof top part. I love how all the characters blend through their lines and their way of life through literature and beautiful poetry. I love how KS show the true meaning of friendship. It is really really heart warming. And you can really feel it especially when you are watching with the people that you loved as dearly. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quotes from the movie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In three words, I can sum up everything I've learnt about life: It goes on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's better to have loved and lost then never to have loved before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person often meets his destiny on the road he took to avoid it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are not too long, I will wait for you all my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coincidence is god's way of remaining anonymous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't need anyone's approval to love someone, so why bother how other people think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love poetry always uses the word "miss" rather than "love".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediacorpraintree.com/tly/"&gt;The Leap Years official website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.timeanddate.com/date/leap-day-february-29.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;St Patrick and St Bridget's Tradition&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tourclare.com/irishtraditions.php"&gt;Irish Wedding Tradition&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://moviexclusive.com/review/theleapyears/poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://moviexclusive.com/review/theleapyears/poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am not dead. I thought am dying. But I lived. And I am stronger."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7521397-2377997855439336858?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/2377997855439336858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=2377997855439336858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/2377997855439336858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/2377997855439336858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2008/04/leap-years.html' title='The leap years'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R_R2_aYeDaI/AAAAAAAAAN4/XnGgv9aCPvM/s72-c/P1010113.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7521397.post-477149948873777453</id><published>2008-04-02T16:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T16:35:20.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Real me.</title><content type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, i feel that actually i am not that loud, rowdy, flamboyant, open and talkative as i have always described myself and you guys have known all this while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no! Go to go meet my besties! Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7521397-477149948873777453?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/477149948873777453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=477149948873777453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/477149948873777453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/477149948873777453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2008/04/real-me.html' title='Real me.'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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-7521397.post-352617122351560551</id><published>2008-04-01T19:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T19:40:31.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrity Morph by MyHeritage</title><content type='html'>&lt;table height="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/video/I/28/v41y87_27898510f12f747s167w87" width="340" height="340" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com"  &gt;MyHeritage&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com"  &gt;Family trees&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/genealogy"  &gt;Genealogy&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/celebrities"  &gt;Celebrities&lt;/a&gt;&lt;embed height="0" width="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/JnB*PTEyMDcwNTAwNTg4NDMmcD*xMTA1NzEmZD1tb3JwaCZuPWJsb2dnZXI=.swf" flashvars="" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" &gt; &lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7521397-352617122351560551?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/352617122351560551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=352617122351560551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/352617122351560551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/352617122351560551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2008/04/celebrity-morph-by-myheritage.html' title='Celebrity Morph by MyHeritage'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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-7521397.post-2365944669321960971</id><published>2008-03-28T14:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T16:38:13.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>strange signs</title><content type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2 days, 5 strands of my eyelids dropped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the old people, that are some of the signs some people is missing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So honest, who misses me, raise up your hand!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, if you miss me, is it like you miss me five times, or are there actually 5 people misses me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this is so whatever, izzarr. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I think my body is not right for the past few days. Firstly, the eyelids. Secondly, i think i have a wisdom tooth growing. Thirdly, i found two lines of blue blacks on my throat. And finally, last night i cant sleep cos my chest hurts real bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not making this up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7521397-2365944669321960971?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/2365944669321960971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=2365944669321960971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/2365944669321960971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/2365944669321960971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2008/03/strange-signs.html' title='strange signs'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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-7521397.post-873691148031128652</id><published>2008-03-25T19:31:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T21:04:04.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long update on holiday</title><content type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESTERDAY. Was another girl-frinks outing~! Yeah!!!! The initial plan was to have a karaoke outing with the frinks. But the guys was busy so...yeah.. This is like the second girl-frinks outing in a row. The first one is when we went to Vivocity to celebrate Faz belated birthday with the Merlionster and when they followed me go shopping for the "princess dress for Tioman night by the beach" thingy. And that is also when Faz bought me a Diva Princess Jasmine necklace and bracelet. It was so gorgeous, and i really feel bad about it. At last there werent any princess night out in Tioman. WHAT? REALLY? Yah, really... GOD I DONT BELEIVE IT!! YOU MISS YOUR ONLY CHANCE TO LIKE FEEL THE BREEZE OF TIOMAN BEACH WITH YOUR FRIENDS AND THE FLOWY DRESS YOU PURPOSELY BOUGHT FOR THE OCCASION WHERE THE FRINKS HAVE TO ENDURE WITH YOU FOR THAT WHOLE DAY!!! Yes, yes i know..i missed the only chance. ITS NOT LIKE YOUR PARENTS LET YOU GO ON A HOLIDAY WITH YOUR FRIENDS EVERYDAY YOU KNOW! UNLESS ITS A YEP TRIP!! Yes, yes i know... Its all over. Kita hanya mampu merancang, Tuhan yang menentukan segalanya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... Ah, tau diam pon eh inner self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Yeah so Tioman trip's great. Snorkeling was awesome. I enjoyed being inside the strong waves and currents. The fishes were beautiful. The scenery there was calming and pretty. I enjoyed the boat rides, singing all the way with Yana and Yaya. Yes, all the way. Thank you again, YEP. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R-jw16YeDMI/AAAAAAAAAMI/b3f7GoDj5_A/s1600-h/DSC_0814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R-jw16YeDMI/AAAAAAAAAMI/b3f7GoDj5_A/s320/DSC_0814.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181656180285377730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R-jxWqYeDNI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jO77gJbVtgM/s1600-h/DSC_0489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R-jxWqYeDNI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jO77gJbVtgM/s320/DSC_0489.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181656742926093522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duyung (mermaid) sound track:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/pJDQ4Zb3rU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/pJDQ4Zb3rU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly one week after Tioman island trip, my family's flew off to Langkawi island. This trip, i tell you, is ten times more awesome. OHGOD. Yes, it was that good. We took bum boats and the splashes of waves are unforgettable. There were sky-riding but dad refused to allow me cos its too pricey. WHAT ARE YOU KIDDING!!!!???????? IT WAS YOUR DREAM ALL THIS WHILE AND YOU JUST LET IT GO JUST LIKE THAT??? Well, yeah. I've got to listen to my parents right, its THEIR money. But beside that particular incident, my sweet dad brought us to the movies (malay show: Duyung. Its about a real life mermaid in a very beautiful island. Fantasy story, and funny.) and literally spoiled me during shopping. Not that he bought be two full shopping bags, but its just two pieces of dress and a princess nightie. But its not the quantity that matters. Its just the way how calmly he agreed that it is nice on you and willingly pay it for you. He really makes me feel like a daay's little girl. Hahahahha!! Maybe im too used to going shopping with my mum where there is more of nag and then willingness, rather than just willingness alone. =]And my brother. He is so sweet too. He bought me a Liverpool jersey (matching with one of his) and a patrick star pillow. &lt;3 I truly, deeply, madly love my family. But i cant help it but to still think about Abang Mi every moment. I really really miss him, dont know how to describe, dont know how much. And i wonder how will i be like if Abang Qil is gone too. I know all this while i've been wanting so much for him to get a real girlfriend and get married and have children and etc. But...now i think again. How am i going to survive? He'll surely not stay with us after getting married right.. How am i going to bare with the emptiness of the house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz. I dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is Langkawi, the duty free island (chocolates, perfumes, corelle): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R-j1oqYeDZI/AAAAAAAAANw/LFH0HrB9wJs/s1600-h/P1010512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R-j1oqYeDZI/AAAAAAAAANw/LFH0HrB9wJs/s320/P1010512.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181661450210250130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The princess nightie daddy bought =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R-j1c6YeDYI/AAAAAAAAANo/1N9-Tme8V30/s1600-h/P1010527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R-j1c6YeDYI/AAAAAAAAANo/1N9-Tme8V30/s320/P1010527.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181661248346787202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R-jy6qYeDPI/AAAAAAAAAMg/3LQUODTP8iE/s1600-h/P1010566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R-jy6qYeDPI/AAAAAAAAAMg/3LQUODTP8iE/s320/P1010566.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181658460913011954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R-jzSqYeDQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/vDxl1KZPkbU/s1600-h/P1010584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R-jzSqYeDQI/AAAAAAAAAMo/vDxl1KZPkbU/s320/P1010584.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181658873229872386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R-jzm6YeDRI/AAAAAAAAAMw/kuc2nCEAjW8/s1600-h/P1010625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R-jzm6YeDRI/AAAAAAAAAMw/kuc2nCEAjW8/s320/P1010625.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181659221122223378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R-jz-KYeDSI/AAAAAAAAAM4/8p0-TnwA9xs/s1600-h/P1010751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R-jz-KYeDSI/AAAAAAAAAM4/8p0-TnwA9xs/s320/P1010751.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181659620554181922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R-j0KqYeDTI/AAAAAAAAANA/oHU4ghCo7jA/s1600-h/P1010822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R-j0KqYeDTI/AAAAAAAAANA/oHU4ghCo7jA/s320/P1010822.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181659835302546738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R-j0eqYeDUI/AAAAAAAAANI/Y7YP5Lv5lxM/s1600-h/P1010814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R-j0eqYeDUI/AAAAAAAAANI/Y7YP5Lv5lxM/s320/P1010814.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181660178899930434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R-j0oqYeDVI/AAAAAAAAANQ/5suqN3A9uFc/s1600-h/P1010790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R-j0oqYeDVI/AAAAAAAAANQ/5suqN3A9uFc/s320/P1010790.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181660350698622290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R-j05qYeDWI/AAAAAAAAANY/-MAPl0B7Mbo/s1600-h/P1010854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R-j05qYeDWI/AAAAAAAAANY/-MAPl0B7Mbo/s320/P1010854.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181660642756398434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R-j1H6YeDXI/AAAAAAAAANg/_m4KgDWPo1E/s1600-h/P1010867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R-j1H6YeDXI/AAAAAAAAANg/_m4KgDWPo1E/s320/P1010867.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181660887569534322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the final results were out and it was not good. Whatever it is, its over, i dont want to talk about it and i've send for the wheelock enrollment anyways. So, im proud to say that my poly life have officially ended. =] And i'll pray that somehow mendaki will just accept and grant me some financial assistance for the degree. I'll also pray that the hospital will call me up for the volunteer work. I really want the experience. And this friday, i'll be starting my mandarin class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday pictures (Board games and baking):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R-ju76YeDKI/AAAAAAAAAL4/5rv62s1ECLE/s1600-h/S6300182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R-ju76YeDKI/AAAAAAAAAL4/5rv62s1ECLE/s320/S6300182.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181654084341337250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R-jvj6YeDLI/AAAAAAAAAMA/spVgt4PTFaI/s1600-h/S6300208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R-jvj6YeDLI/AAAAAAAAAMA/spVgt4PTFaI/s320/S6300208.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181654771536104626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7521397-873691148031128652?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/873691148031128652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=873691148031128652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/873691148031128652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/873691148031128652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2008/03/long-update-on-holiday.html' title='long update on holiday'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R-jw16YeDMI/AAAAAAAAAMI/b3f7GoDj5_A/s72-c/DSC_0814.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7521397.post-2366340175194469353</id><published>2008-02-11T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T21:38:04.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>princess update</title><content type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay..here's my update.. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did the princesses celebrate their graduation? With much spoilt royalty, of course... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After submitting our final assignment at the NTUC income building(LOL), &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R7BCMz0a9iI/AAAAAAAAAKg/GoyFTA8dUMs/s1600-h/SSL10032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R7BCMz0a9iI/AAAAAAAAAKg/GoyFTA8dUMs/s320/SSL10032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165701560429901346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to East Coast Garden for our carriage rides!!! As usual, i took a couple ride with snow white and ariel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R7BDVT0a9kI/AAAAAAAAAKw/K-3Feaoe9Yw/s1600-h/DSCF2115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R7BDVT0a9kI/AAAAAAAAAKw/K-3Feaoe9Yw/s320/DSCF2115.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165702805970417218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R7BDBj0a9jI/AAAAAAAAAKo/dRItm8Nzg08/s1600-h/SSL10060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R7BDBj0a9jI/AAAAAAAAAKo/dRItm8Nzg08/s320/SSL10060.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165702466668000818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ya ya ya... I tried riding my own... but was unsuccessful.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R7BJMj0a9pI/AAAAAAAAALY/4207Xjlb9a4/s1600-h/DSCF2070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R7BJMj0a9pI/AAAAAAAAALY/4207Xjlb9a4/s320/DSCF2070.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165709252716328594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R7BJpz0a9qI/AAAAAAAAALg/D4Ysh_KpJwI/s1600-h/DSCF2071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R7BJpz0a9qI/AAAAAAAAALg/D4Ysh_KpJwI/s320/DSCF2071.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165709755227502242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya and i love this picture!! Its like a mirror reflection photo, but its not, get it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R7BGiz0a9lI/AAAAAAAAAK4/UOKOlZG0qBk/s1600-h/SSL10076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R7BGiz0a9lI/AAAAAAAAAK4/UOKOlZG0qBk/s320/SSL10076.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165706336433534546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R7BHAT0a9mI/AAAAAAAAALA/H6YfIF7NonQ/s1600-h/SSL10061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R7BHAT0a9mI/AAAAAAAAALA/H6YfIF7NonQ/s320/SSL10061.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165706843239675490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, as usual, the princess got out of hand. Check out jasmine and ariel pose! Hahahhaahhaaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R7BHaD0a9nI/AAAAAAAAALI/YBdkkYbPPsM/s1600-h/SSL10088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R7BHaD0a9nI/AAAAAAAAALI/YBdkkYbPPsM/s320/SSL10088.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165707285621306994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we head to the beach, like a mini-tioman trip. But i know, its nothing as compared to Tioman =D MUAHAHAHAHAAA~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R7BIKj0a9oI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Uh_pcdq5Lhc/s1600-h/SSL10120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R7BIKj0a9oI/AAAAAAAAALQ/Uh_pcdq5Lhc/s320/SSL10120.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165708118844962434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.. Thats our carriage ride experience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the next day, we had the princess partay slash the exquisite lunch at my palace!!!!! We've got herbs and mushrooms spaghetti, sour and cream chips, garlic bread, grapes, oranges. Our table is beautifully decorated with candles, rose petals and my golden fork and spoon, cups and teapot. With name tags. =D. Then we watched The Cinderella Story, 50 first dates, cut our chocolate cake brought by Giselle, sign autographs (LOL), play twister, and dance on my very own dancefloor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R7BNbT0a9rI/AAAAAAAAALo/G4cyWqyAqC0/s1600-h/DSCF2188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R7BNbT0a9rI/AAAAAAAAALo/G4cyWqyAqC0/s320/DSCF2188.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165713904165910194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R7BN9j0a9sI/AAAAAAAAALw/zgaSDpaT8I4/s1600-h/rose+petals2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R7BN9j0a9sI/AAAAAAAAALw/zgaSDpaT8I4/s320/rose+petals2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165714492576429762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Thats that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya! Yesterday i decided to get some part time job. I send my resume to 3 companies. Then this morning, they tried calling me. But then i thought im not ready to commit myself to any jobs. So i didnt answer any of their calls. HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a must listen song, okay everyone, okay Belle.. =):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/s8k1FHS3ye"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/s8k1FHS3ye" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. What a long entry. I gotttaaa watch Hantu jatuh cinta. Dada!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7521397-2366340175194469353?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/2366340175194469353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=2366340175194469353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/2366340175194469353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/2366340175194469353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2008/02/princess-update.html' title='princess update'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R7BCMz0a9iI/AAAAAAAAAKg/GoyFTA8dUMs/s72-c/SSL10032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7521397.post-3102495902397736397</id><published>2008-01-28T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T21:10:39.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>true to ur heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R53UM4_xZSI/AAAAAAAAAKY/x4Pwv1zKW1k/s1600-h/mulan.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R53UM4_xZSI/AAAAAAAAAKY/x4Pwv1zKW1k/s320/mulan.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160514065959839010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7521397-3102495902397736397?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/3102495902397736397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=3102495902397736397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/3102495902397736397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/3102495902397736397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2008/01/true-to-ur-heart.html' title='true to ur heart'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R53UM4_xZSI/AAAAAAAAAKY/x4Pwv1zKW1k/s72-c/mulan.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7521397.post-8856873602139141321</id><published>2008-01-27T08:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T08:58:54.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mungkinkah</title><content type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/_Amvsb5VeF/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/_Amvsb5VeF/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sleep so well, so soundly yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU SHOULD KNOW WHY RITE. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooooooooooooooooooyeaaaaaaaaaaa hrm test............................~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7521397-8856873602139141321?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/8856873602139141321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=8856873602139141321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/8856873602139141321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/8856873602139141321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2008/01/mungkinkah.html' title='mungkinkah'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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-7521397.post-4168409693098588404</id><published>2008-01-25T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T21:37:15.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>POSTER PRESENTATION DONE</title><content type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my IEP members:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE DID IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! POSTER PRESENTATION DONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ALL OF US DID SO WELL TODAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I AM SO HAPPY FOR OUR GROUP EVEN THOUGH REBECCA COMMENTED ON OUR 60%-70% TEAMWORK THING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUGGS!! I LOVE YOU MIRAH YAYA MAMA GAYA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now we're left wif 3 more assignments and 1 major test. WHOOPEE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7521397-4168409693098588404?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/4168409693098588404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=4168409693098588404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/4168409693098588404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/4168409693098588404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2008/01/poster-presentation-done.html' title='POSTER PRESENTATION DONE'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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-7521397.post-4873324124468408936</id><published>2008-01-15T10:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T10:17:44.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/a-ihEdLzPF"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/a-ihEdLzPF" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7521397-4873324124468408936?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/4873324124468408936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=4873324124468408936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/4873324124468408936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/4873324124468408936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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-7521397.post-2695862731687298551</id><published>2008-01-06T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T14:03:18.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pandan primary</title><content type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly i miss primary school so much. And i decided to wear my pandan uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAAHAHAHAH BELONYE IZZAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R4BvAITxnNI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/B_0XQrseEzE/s1600-h/izzy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R4BvAITxnNI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/B_0XQrseEzE/s320/izzy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152240021732957394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7521397-2695862731687298551?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/2695862731687298551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=2695862731687298551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/2695862731687298551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/2695862731687298551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2008/01/pandan-primary.html' title='pandan primary'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R4BvAITxnNI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/B_0XQrseEzE/s72-c/izzy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7521397.post-6956094120329552022</id><published>2008-01-03T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T22:03:42.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;bloodyfuckinghellyouahassholejackasssuckcock. i die den you know. you'll be alone. no one with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7521397-6956094120329552022?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/6956094120329552022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=6956094120329552022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/6956094120329552022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/6956094120329552022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2008/01/bloodyfuckinghellyouahassholejackasssuc.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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-7521397.post-637619548125317417</id><published>2008-01-01T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T22:44:28.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008 resolutions</title><content type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooookay, since i have achieved 4 out of 5 of my resolutions last year...(especially e one which is to get a driving license at the youngest age hoooray!)i will increase by 2 this year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 new year resolutions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Eat organic food every Monday. &lt;br /&gt;2. Every Thursday is a Veggie Day.&lt;br /&gt;3. Save $2 by the end of every week.&lt;br /&gt;4. Carry out IEP workout steps every Saturday and Sunday evening.&lt;br /&gt;5. 1 hour of my Sunday after madrasah (while listening to Ria charts)will be spend on cleaning and wiping of my princess room. (Refer to appendix 1.1 and 1.2)&lt;br /&gt;6. Only 5 intake of chocolates/ice-cream/donuts/sweets from Monday to Friday. Weekends, biase ah kan P.Ramlee, PUBLIC HOLIDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;7. Not to be late for appointments. Please izzah PLEASE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first two resolutions is being shared with my beloved brother. We will be reminding each other throughout the year. Yeah man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can do it! If 2007 resolutions are successful, why not this year, ey?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...back to HRM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appendices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R3pQ8YTxnLI/AAAAAAAAAKA/v-wx6QWDh94/s1600-h/P1010390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R3pQ8YTxnLI/AAAAAAAAAKA/v-wx6QWDh94/s320/P1010390.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150518122099350706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R3pRMYTxnMI/AAAAAAAAAKI/oUAH45CxP98/s1600-h/P1010386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R3pRMYTxnMI/AAAAAAAAAKI/oUAH45CxP98/s320/P1010386.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150518396977257666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahhahahahahahahahhah!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7521397-637619548125317417?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/637619548125317417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=637619548125317417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/637619548125317417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/637619548125317417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2008/01/2008-resolutions.html' title='2008 resolutions'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R3pQ8YTxnLI/AAAAAAAAAKA/v-wx6QWDh94/s72-c/P1010390.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7521397.post-6371202068444894966</id><published>2007-12-26T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T22:58:22.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stress</title><content type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=535244"&gt;&lt;img width="400" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFnJQc3JnR3l4M0JHeDFVVVlsTVViWncAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="Poison apple on christmas" height="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been wasting my time on this website. OMYGODIZZAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i become this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=545173"&gt;&lt;img width="400" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFkZMVEFqRjJ6M0JHczZoWm1sTVViWncAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="stress ecstasy" height="400" 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/7521397-6371202068444894966?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/6371202068444894966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=6371202068444894966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/6371202068444894966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/6371202068444894966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2007/12/stress.html' title='stress'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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-7521397.post-6343048213544755270</id><published>2007-12-26T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T00:42:28.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>missing my bros.</title><content type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am missing both of my brothers very very much. Abang Qil can you please come home quick. Why must you go on holiday and leave me here just like that??? Abang Mi, i suddenly visualize on how you always like to squeeze in bed together with me. You always layankan me like i am a very little girl, your expression, your actions and i am missing that so much. I missed asking you to pull my hair and i missed you asking me to put prickly heat at your back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week, izzah, you have to submit 2 bloody assignments. And you havent really done anything. You are such a jack s.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7521397-6343048213544755270?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/6343048213544755270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=6343048213544755270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/6343048213544755270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/6343048213544755270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2007/12/missing-my-bros.html' title='missing my bros.'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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-7521397.post-627852350452031684</id><published>2007-12-20T22:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T22:26:37.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>panorama</title><content type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R2p7PoTxnKI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/d6NhYsrdK5Y/s1600-h/izzahgile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R2p7PoTxnKI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/d6NhYsrdK5Y/s320/izzahgile.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146061032672828578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panaroma by kak aqil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smell of kambing is still in my nose... Aaaaaarrr!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7521397-627852350452031684?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/627852350452031684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=627852350452031684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/627852350452031684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/627852350452031684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2007/12/panorama.html' title='panorama'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R2p7PoTxnKI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/d6NhYsrdK5Y/s72-c/izzahgile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7521397.post-5079922418491456336</id><published>2007-12-20T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T10:26:19.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;source: http://toys.about.com/library/quiz/disneyprincess/bldisneyprincessresult.htm?cor=61&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Which Disney Princess Are You???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the answers you have just chosen you are most like the Disney Princess Jasmine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An exotic and fiery beauty, Jasmine doesnt want much. She just wants to marry for love and to experience life outside the palace. A strong independant woman, she is ready for some adventure and is quite capable of taking matters into her own hands by rejecting unsuitable suitors and sneaking off into the marketplace alone. When she meets Prince Ali she begins to get a taste how the other half lives and finds the freedom she has longed for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done with the quiz? Now check out some great Disney Princess Pictures for this year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7521397-5079922418491456336?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/5079922418491456336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=5079922418491456336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/5079922418491456336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/5079922418491456336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2007/12/fame-is-scentless-sunflower-with-gaudy.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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-7521397.post-7181507839686296411</id><published>2007-12-17T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T22:22:20.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>asian idol</title><content type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mcXmsl88wwc&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mcXmsl88wwc&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This deserving guy is supposed to be the Asian Idol. But yah, Hady got it instead. OH yeah Singapore is so proud of him right.. Watever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7521397-7181507839686296411?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/7181507839686296411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=7181507839686296411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/7181507839686296411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/7181507839686296411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2007/12/asian-idol.html' title='asian idol'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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-7521397.post-8964103778437494785</id><published>2007-12-14T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T21:34:12.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>princess towels</title><content type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa! Vad a day man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when i come back home, there's like no one. Then soon, my dad came back. I thought my mum should be with him, but he say, "No lah. Mama pegi orchard."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahha! Wat the hell is she doing in town all alone rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then soon she came back. And she said she went shopping at OG. hahaah her favorite place. Then she gave me a big wrapped present. "Ni. Mesti kau suke."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like wat.... hahahahah den when i open it u noe wat's inside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disney princess towels!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHA!! She is so cute rite!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She say, "One of them is you right, i donno which one, so i buy 2,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahah. But no. Jasmine is not inside. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7521397-8964103778437494785?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/8964103778437494785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=8964103778437494785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/8964103778437494785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/8964103778437494785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2007/12/princess-towels.html' title='princess towels'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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-7521397.post-3556413722937021661</id><published>2007-12-08T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T20:37:11.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>deathly hallows</title><content type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello friends. I am reading Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallow and am very "in" to the  wizardly magical world right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya and as usual im still in the fantasy world too. Just watched Aladdin movie. Aladdin you are so charming as usual. But peterpan you are just as charming too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I LOVE TO EAT SOUR SQUEEZE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7521397-3556413722937021661?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/3556413722937021661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=3556413722937021661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/3556413722937021661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/3556413722937021661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2007/12/deathly-hallows.html' title='deathly hallows'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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-7521397.post-5587191142720356442</id><published>2007-12-02T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T22:06:18.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mummy!</title><content type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R1K7dZa_6sI/AAAAAAAAAJw/kH3cf6B2u_o/s1600-R/favourite+ppl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R1K7dZa_6sI/AAAAAAAAAJw/wTQB6lwie5g/s320/favourite+ppl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139376238497884866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess how old is she again. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG izzah!!!!!! Like please go back to HRM!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7521397-5587191142720356442?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/5587191142720356442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=5587191142720356442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/5587191142720356442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/5587191142720356442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2007/12/mummy.html' title='mummy!'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R1K7dZa_6sI/AAAAAAAAAJw/wTQB6lwie5g/s72-c/favourite+ppl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7521397.post-2368425014312360759</id><published>2007-12-02T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T22:03:26.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tepak sireh</title><content type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy's birthday celebration at Tepak Sireh Arab Street 2007. Very classy place, but very bad service with all the workers from india. Not kampung people, but very rude and unfriendly. Oh well. Whatever it is, here's some picts. =D!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R1K4v5a_6qI/AAAAAAAAAJg/-2dhCz4TEu0/s1600-R/DSC00311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R1K4v5a_6qI/AAAAAAAAAJg/1teFn3UcJ_Q/s320/DSC00311.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139373257790581410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R1K4e5a_6pI/AAAAAAAAAJY/fDj_wLdlEC8/s1600-R/DSC00284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R1K4e5a_6pI/AAAAAAAAAJY/98lFQlrJ37k/s320/DSC00284.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139372965732805266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at everyone's ghostly eyes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R1K4CZa_6oI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/KHMok5ovRMU/s1600-R/DSC00287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R1K4CZa_6oI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/wXjXmp3CcLc/s320/DSC00287.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139372476106533506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww the big family. The one next to my mum is my favourite uncle and beside him is my favourite aunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R1K5m5a_6rI/AAAAAAAAAJo/QnJwa_y_cIY/s1600-R/DSC00477.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R1K5m5a_6rI/AAAAAAAAAJo/UKhwPWTJdvM/s320/DSC00477.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139374202683386546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my very young aunt. Same face rite. Hahahhahhhhahha!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7521397-2368425014312360759?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/2368425014312360759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=2368425014312360759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/2368425014312360759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/2368425014312360759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2007/12/tepak-sireh.html' title='tepak sireh'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R1K4v5a_6qI/AAAAAAAAAJg/1teFn3UcJ_Q/s72-c/DSC00311.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7521397.post-9093308427754505647</id><published>2007-12-02T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T11:31:25.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the lima</title><content type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width='300' height='180'&gt;&lt;embed src='http://widget.lyricsmode.com/i/scroll2.swf?lid=573569&amp;fontcolor=ff0099&amp;fontfamily=verdana&amp;fontsize=10&amp;bordercolor=3366ff&amp;backgroundcolor=ffffcc' width='318' height='181' type='application/x-shockwave-flash'/&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsmode.com" target="_blank"&gt;Song lyrics&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/t/the_lima/separuh_masa.html" target="_blank"&gt;Separuh Masa lyrics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7521397-9093308427754505647?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/9093308427754505647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=9093308427754505647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/9093308427754505647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/9093308427754505647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2007/12/lima.html' title='the lima'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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-7521397.post-2789746331734041125</id><published>2007-11-30T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T21:46:21.158+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so close</title><content type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Enchanted- So close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/QRz1jKPJEJ/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/QRz1jKPJEJ/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re in my arms&lt;br /&gt;And all the world is calm&lt;br /&gt;The music playing on for only two&lt;br /&gt;So close together&lt;br /&gt;And when I’m with you&lt;br /&gt;So close to feeling alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A life goes by&lt;br /&gt;Romantic dreams will stop&lt;br /&gt;So I bid mine goodbye and never knew&lt;br /&gt;So close was waiting, waiting here with you&lt;br /&gt;And now forever I know&lt;br /&gt;All that I wanted to hold you&lt;br /&gt;So close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So close to reaching that famous happy end&lt;br /&gt;Almost believing this was not pretend&lt;br /&gt;And now you’re beside me and look how far we’ve come&lt;br /&gt;So far we are so close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could I face the faceless days&lt;br /&gt;If I should lose you now?&lt;br /&gt;We’re so close&lt;br /&gt;To reaching that famous happy end&lt;br /&gt;And almost believing this was not pretend&lt;br /&gt;Let’s go on dreaming for we know we are&lt;br /&gt;So close&lt;br /&gt;So close&lt;br /&gt;And still so far&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7521397-2789746331734041125?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/2789746331734041125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=2789746331734041125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/2789746331734041125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/2789746331734041125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2007/11/so-close.html' title='so close'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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-7521397.post-7652307818380076318</id><published>2007-11-30T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T21:43:47.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>that's how you know</title><content type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enchanted- That's how you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xRYU4cqUAUs&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xRYU4cqUAUs&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giselle:&lt;br /&gt;How does she know you love her?&lt;br /&gt;How does she know she's yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man:&lt;br /&gt;How does she know that you love her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giselle:&lt;br /&gt;How do you show her you love her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both:&lt;br /&gt;How does she know that you really, really, truely love her?&lt;br /&gt;How does she know that you love her?&lt;br /&gt;How do you show her you love her?&lt;br /&gt;How does she know that you really, really, truely love her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giselle:&lt;br /&gt;It's not enough to take the one you love for granted&lt;br /&gt;You must remind her, or she'll be inclined to say...&lt;br /&gt;"How do I know he loves me?"&lt;br /&gt;(How does she know that you love her?&lt;br /&gt;How do you show her you love her?)&lt;br /&gt;"How do I know he's mine?"&lt;br /&gt;(How does she know that you really, really, truely love her?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well does he leave a little note to tell you you are on his mind?&lt;br /&gt;Send you yellow flowers when the sky is grey? Heyy!&lt;br /&gt;He'll find a new way to show you, a little bit everyday&lt;br /&gt;That's how you know, that's how you know!&lt;br /&gt;He's your love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man:&lt;br /&gt;You've got to show her you need her&lt;br /&gt;Don't treat her like a mind reader&lt;br /&gt;Each day do something to need her&lt;br /&gt;To believe you love her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giselle:&lt;br /&gt;Everybody wants to live happily ever after&lt;br /&gt;Everybody wants to know their true love is true...&lt;br /&gt;How do you know he loves you?&lt;br /&gt;(How does she know that you love her?&lt;br /&gt;How do you show her you need her?)&lt;br /&gt;How do you know he's yours?&lt;br /&gt;(How does she know that you really, really, truely-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well does he take you out dancin' just so he can hold you close?&lt;br /&gt;Dedicate a song with words in&lt;br /&gt;Just for you? Ohhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All:&lt;br /&gt;He'll find his own way to tell you&lt;br /&gt;With the little things he'll do&lt;br /&gt;That's how you know&lt;br /&gt;That's how you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giselle:&lt;br /&gt;He's your love&lt;br /&gt;He's your love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how you know&lt;br /&gt;(la la la la la la la la)&lt;br /&gt;He loves you&lt;br /&gt;(la la la la la la la la)&lt;br /&gt;That's how you know&lt;br /&gt;(la la la la la la la la)&lt;br /&gt;It's true&lt;br /&gt;(la la la la la)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because he'll wear your favorite color&lt;br /&gt;Just so he can match your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Rent a private picnic&lt;br /&gt;By the fires glow-oohh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All:&lt;br /&gt;His heart will be yours forever&lt;br /&gt;Something everyday will show&lt;br /&gt;That's how you know&lt;br /&gt;(That's how you know)&lt;br /&gt;That's how you know&lt;br /&gt;(That's how you know)&lt;br /&gt;That's how you know&lt;br /&gt;(That's how you know)&lt;br /&gt;That's how you know&lt;br /&gt;(That's how you know)&lt;br /&gt;That's how you know&lt;br /&gt;(That's how you know)&lt;br /&gt;That's how you know&lt;br /&gt;(That's how you know)&lt;br /&gt;That's how you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giselle:&lt;br /&gt;He's your love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man:&lt;br /&gt;That's how she knows that you love her&lt;br /&gt;That's how you show her you love her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giselle:&lt;br /&gt;That's how you know...&lt;br /&gt;That's how you know...&lt;br /&gt;He's your love...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7521397-7652307818380076318?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/7652307818380076318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=7652307818380076318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/7652307818380076318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/7652307818380076318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2007/11/thats-how-you-know.html' title='that&apos;s how you know'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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-7521397.post-2594928301970682863</id><published>2007-11-30T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T21:40:16.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy working song</title><content type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Enchanted- Happy working song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KObgs81QyR4&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KObgs81QyR4&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come my little friends&lt;br /&gt;As we all sing a happy little working song&lt;br /&gt;Merry little voices clear and strong&lt;br /&gt;Come and roll your sleeves up&lt;br /&gt;So that we can pitch in&lt;br /&gt;Cleaning crud up in the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;As we sing along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you’ll trill a cheery tune in the tub&lt;br /&gt;As we scrub a stubborn mildew stain&lt;br /&gt;Lug a hairball from the shower drain&lt;br /&gt;To the gay refrain&lt;br /&gt;Of a happy working song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ll keep singing without fail&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise we’d spoil it&lt;br /&gt;Hosing down the garbage pail&lt;br /&gt;And scrubbing up the toilet&lt;br /&gt;Ooh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How we all enjoy letting loose with a little&lt;br /&gt;La-da-da-dum-dum&lt;br /&gt;While we’re emptying the vacu-um&lt;br /&gt;It’s such fun to hum&lt;br /&gt;A happy working song&lt;br /&gt;Oo-ooh&lt;br /&gt;A happy working song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how strange a place to be&lt;br /&gt;Till Edward comes for me&lt;br /&gt;My heart is sighing&lt;br /&gt;Still, as long as I am here&lt;br /&gt;I guess a new experience&lt;br /&gt;Could be worth trying&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Keep drying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could do a lot when you got&lt;br /&gt;Such a happy little tune to hum&lt;br /&gt;While you’re sponging up the soapy scum&lt;br /&gt;We adore each filthy chore&lt;br /&gt;That we determine&lt;br /&gt;So friends even though you’re vermin&lt;br /&gt;We’re a happy working song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing as we fetch the detergent box&lt;br /&gt;Or the smelly shirts and the stinky socks&lt;br /&gt;Sing along&lt;br /&gt;If you cannot sing then hum along&lt;br /&gt;As we’re finishing our happy working song!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7521397-2594928301970682863?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/2594928301970682863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=2594928301970682863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/2594928301970682863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/2594928301970682863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2007/11/happy-working-song.html' title='happy working song'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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-7521397.post-4762956037324541384</id><published>2007-11-30T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T21:36:28.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>true love kiss</title><content type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Enchanted- True love's kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sJH8YhKc9y4&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sJH8YhKc9y4&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giselle: When you meet the someone who was meant for you&lt;br /&gt;Before two can become one there is something we must do&lt;br /&gt;Animal: Do you pull each others tails?&lt;br /&gt;Animal: Do you feed each other seeds?&lt;br /&gt;Giselle: No, there is something sweeter everybody needs&lt;br /&gt;I've been dreaming of a true love's kiss&lt;br /&gt;And a prince I'm hoping comes with this&lt;br /&gt;That's what brings everaftering so happy&lt;br /&gt;And that's the reason we need lips so much&lt;br /&gt;Four lips are the only things that touch&lt;br /&gt;So to spend a life of endless bliss&lt;br /&gt;Just find who you love through true love's kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giselle: aaaaa aaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;Animals: aaaaa aaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animals: Shes been dreaming of a true love's kiss&lt;br /&gt;And a prince she's hoping comes with this&lt;br /&gt;That's what brings everaftering so happy&lt;br /&gt;And that's the reason we need lips so much&lt;br /&gt;Four lips are the only things that touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giselle: So to spend a life of endless bliss&lt;br /&gt;Just find who you love through true love's kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward: You're the fairest maid I've ever met&lt;br /&gt;You were made...&lt;br /&gt;Giselle: ...to finish your duet&lt;br /&gt;Giselle and Edward:  And in years to come we'll reminisce&lt;br /&gt;Edward: How we came to love&lt;br /&gt;Giselle: And grow and grow love&lt;br /&gt;Everyone: Since first we knew love through true love's kiss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7521397-4762956037324541384?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/4762956037324541384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=4762956037324541384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/4762956037324541384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/4762956037324541384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2007/11/true-love-kiss.html' title='true love kiss'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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-7521397.post-397298320852937877</id><published>2007-11-30T00:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T00:30:32.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>subjective matter</title><content type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, all you princess,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Question of the day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;get into a very committed relationship and date for yearss and then wait for him to propose you, OR&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;get married to him &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and then&lt;/span&gt; get to know each other better for the rest of your&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; life together?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Princess Jasmine signing off- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7521397-397298320852937877?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/397298320852937877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=397298320852937877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/397298320852937877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/397298320852937877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2007/11/subjective-matter.html' title='subjective matter'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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-7521397.post-510785927523811352</id><published>2007-11-23T23:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T23:33:11.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>disneyy</title><content type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today after IEP, jasmine, arial, aurora went to centrepoint, flied to the moon and played among the stars. And saw THESE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R0bxFUb0yxI/AAAAAAAAAJA/OJQiIKX9hvQ/s1600-h/DISP7932+Disney+Princess+Barbie+with+Tiara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R0bxFUb0yxI/AAAAAAAAAJA/OJQiIKX9hvQ/s320/DISP7932+Disney+Princess+Barbie+with+Tiara.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136057498749684498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disney pwincess babie dolls... (spot us ha hahaahhahhaah!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R0bxbkb0yyI/AAAAAAAAAJI/1mnLIBnzUPE/s1600-h/18062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R0bxbkb0yyI/AAAAAAAAAJI/1mnLIBnzUPE/s320/18062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136057881001773858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REAL LIFE COSTUMES!! Thats yana's daughter!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, look at this website. I dont know where is e link at all. I mean they dont look anything like the disney characters at all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bridalwave.tv/2007/04/disney_bridal_g_1.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.bridalwave.tv/2007/04/disney_bridal_g_1.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7521397-510785927523811352?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/510785927523811352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=510785927523811352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/510785927523811352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/510785927523811352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2007/11/disneyy.html' title='disneyy'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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/_2BMYzLcbS5c/R0bxFUb0yxI/AAAAAAAAAJA/OJQiIKX9hvQ/s72-c/DISP7932+Disney+Princess+Barbie+with+Tiara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7521397.post-1902783484920172780</id><published>2007-11-22T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T21:07:58.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pms sia!</title><content type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;PMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no. It is so totally coming. Just finished watching Cheaper than a dozen 2. And i cried so frantically and continuously. Like, whaaaaat? So unlike me, i cant cry!!! Seriously, its such a family story. But i still think that there's more other movies that are lot more touching, but yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enchanted!! Princess is coming to watch youu!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7521397-1902783484920172780?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/1902783484920172780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=1902783484920172780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/1902783484920172780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/1902783484920172780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2007/11/pms-sia.html' title='pms sia!'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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-7521397.post-4203800229611087318</id><published>2007-11-11T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T00:16:51.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>abg bdae</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Its 11.11.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Dear abang,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;we fused and we teased,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;we had fights and we had fun,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;and always in my heart i knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;that i would do anything for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;we forged a bond &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;that time cannot erased,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;and we share a secret smile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;that the world will never understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;you can never know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;how proud i am to tell the world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"That's my brother"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;but im even prouder to say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"That's my friend!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Thanks for the listening ears. Get a wife lah i want to play with my nieces and nephews so bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;HAPPY TWENTYY FIVEEEEE BDAE. haaaaaaaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7521397-4203800229611087318?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/4203800229611087318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=4203800229611087318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/4203800229611087318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/4203800229611087318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2007/11/abg-bdae.html' title='abg bdae'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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-7521397.post-2063929451964597065</id><published>2007-11-08T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T23:47:40.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oowheeee i love giraffes!</title><content type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/RCDqS03MVp/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/RCDqS03MVp/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RzMs9hhrXAI/AAAAAAAAAI4/D4zVNV-GVBo/s1600-h/Peter+Pan,+Tinkerbell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RzMs9hhrXAI/AAAAAAAAAI4/D4zVNV-GVBo/s320/Peter+Pan,+Tinkerbell.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130493835988392962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Fly me to the moon&lt;br /&gt;And let me play amongst the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 51); font-family: lucida grande;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Let me know what spring is like&lt;br /&gt;On Jupiter and Mars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;In other words, baby kiss me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(68, 68, 51);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fill my heart with song&lt;br /&gt;And let me sing for ever more&lt;br /&gt;You are all I long for&lt;br /&gt;All I cherish and adore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, please be true&lt;br /&gt;In other words, I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1.S10/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RzMrJhhrW-I/AAAAAAAAAIs/ApnHCpadIfg/s1600-h/dancing_giraffees.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RzMrJhhrW-I/AAAAAAAAAIs/ApnHCpadIfg/s320/dancing_giraffees.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130491843123567586" 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/7521397-2063929451964597065?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/2063929451964597065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=2063929451964597065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/2063929451964597065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/2063929451964597065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2007/11/fame-is-scentless-sunflower-with-gaudy.html' title='oowheeee i love giraffes!'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RzMs9hhrXAI/AAAAAAAAAI4/D4zVNV-GVBo/s72-c/Peter+Pan,+Tinkerbell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7521397.post-4701499069750659436</id><published>2007-10-31T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T15:35:47.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>update wow</title><content type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man. There is like soooooooo much to update. School have started, so yeah. I dont wanna type too much cos..... later im watching SAW 4 at movie6 yaaahooo!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;illegal, NAMPAK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RyglN16e9MI/AAAAAAAAAG8/b1vcokCo2FU/s1600-h/P1010345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RyglN16e9MI/AAAAAAAAAG8/b1vcokCo2FU/s320/P1010345.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127389095502214338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. THANK YOU MIRA WIJAYA FOR THIS! Nice rite. Free sumore. hahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RygmC16e9NI/AAAAAAAAAHE/csW6mlemR-I/s1600-h/DSCF0845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RygmC16e9NI/AAAAAAAAAHE/csW6mlemR-I/s320/DSCF0845.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127390006035281106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RygnSF6e9OI/AAAAAAAAAHM/lRiDn6WmSAc/s1600-h/DSCF0847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RygnSF6e9OI/AAAAAAAAAHM/lRiDn6WmSAc/s320/DSCF0847.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127391367539913954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RygnnV6e9PI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Rl-7iWUy_U8/s1600-h/IMG_0098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RygnnV6e9PI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Rl-7iWUy_U8/s320/IMG_0098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127391732612134130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(yah yah yah same face.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. The ECH ppl rent a Fiat car for visiting for freaking $60. Or issit F*** off car? Oh whats the difference. Its a very sucky car with all e jerky rides and with my brother following us. So yeah. I am happy, cos i am able to smile throughout the outing and not spoiling the group excitedness and happyness. Oh man. This is going to be our last year, together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RygoNF6e9QI/AAAAAAAAAHc/-BjZjXzSsUs/s1600-h/DSCF0844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RygoNF6e9QI/AAAAAAAAAHc/-BjZjXzSsUs/s320/DSCF0844.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127392381152195842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/Rygowl6e9RI/AAAAAAAAAHk/pohMSBOgA-k/s1600-h/DSCF0852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/Rygowl6e9RI/AAAAAAAAAHk/pohMSBOgA-k/s320/DSCF0852.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127392991037551890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RygpJl6e9SI/AAAAAAAAAHs/FRLAbcoq4jg/s1600-h/IMG_0102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RygpJl6e9SI/AAAAAAAAAHs/FRLAbcoq4jg/s320/IMG_0102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127393420534281506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/Rygphl6e9TI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dte7UUJPOk4/s1600-h/IMG_0117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/Rygphl6e9TI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Dte7UUJPOk4/s320/IMG_0117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127393832851141938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sad rite. So fast. Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Then...on friday Frinks have a movie marathon! Click on to this link for the pictures. NICE NICE PICTURES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://share.shutterfly.com/action/welcome?sid=8QbOWTRo1bMgg"&gt;http://share.shutterfly.com/action/welcome?sid=8QbOWTRo1bMgg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then...met up with besties Syam and Phine and ate at Sakura. Whoooo~ So full! No pictures tho. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then....oh ya. Mama bought me belated birthday present from CHOCZ!! I have been wanting to try chocolates from there man. Macam paham, NAMPAK. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RygrY16e9UI/AAAAAAAAAH8/_KnScsoVYEs/s1600-h/P1010376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RygrY16e9UI/AAAAAAAAAH8/_KnScsoVYEs/s320/P1010376.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127395881550542146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RygruF6e9VI/AAAAAAAAAIE/t9B-TKj7HWU/s1600-h/P1010379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RygruF6e9VI/AAAAAAAAAIE/t9B-TKj7HWU/s320/P1010379.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127396246622762322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RygsxF6e9WI/AAAAAAAAAIM/wIy6-IEujis/s1600-h/P1010378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RygsxF6e9WI/AAAAAAAAAIM/wIy6-IEujis/s320/P1010378.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127397397673997666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. And i cut my hair and instantly i look 10 years younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/Rygtcl6e9XI/AAAAAAAAAIU/uAm5q0dyu4c/s1600-h/P1010370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/Rygtcl6e9XI/AAAAAAAAAIU/uAm5q0dyu4c/s320/P1010370.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127398144998307186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RygtmF6e9YI/AAAAAAAAAIc/E1gXJIZMfmY/s1600-h/P1010369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RygtmF6e9YI/AAAAAAAAAIc/E1gXJIZMfmY/s320/P1010369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127398308207064450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And see that bear pin? Mira Wijaya gave me that. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i bought Taufik darling third album. I love him so much. And i also love Aliff's Cinta Arjuna. Hero's Love oooooooowhee. I used to love the original japanese song. But now since there's a malay version, its even better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wow. Ok. Dats enuf for now. Saw 4 here i come!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7521397-4701499069750659436?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/4701499069750659436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=4701499069750659436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/4701499069750659436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/4701499069750659436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2007/10/update-wow.html' title='update wow'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RyglN16e9MI/AAAAAAAAAG8/b1vcokCo2FU/s72-c/P1010345.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7521397.post-92029219444612370</id><published>2007-10-19T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T22:07:39.385+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wat e hell quan</title><content type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i knew it i wouldnt have lie my parents so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lie for nothing. Dose aje aku dapat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKE WAT THE HELL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;YOU SUCKED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7521397-92029219444612370?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/92029219444612370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=92029219444612370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/92029219444612370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/92029219444612370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2007/10/fame-is-scentless-sunflower-with-gaudy.html' title='wat e hell quan'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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-7521397.post-4801798140106586613</id><published>2007-09-30T14:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T14:25:48.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lagu raye</title><content type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Warning. Im feeling so slacky and sembarang. So whatever i write and the language or the spelling may not be right.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nari the topic is all about lagu raye.&lt;br /&gt;Di corang corang radio da semakin hot eh lagu lagu raye dimainkan.&lt;br /&gt;Dan aku makin gelisah, rimas dan sedih.&lt;br /&gt;Lagi- lagi lagu Pulanglah dari Aisyah.&lt;br /&gt;Liriknya terlalu sangat kena mengena dengan keluarga saye.&lt;br /&gt;Lagu dari Anuar Zain dan partner and Awie dan Ziana Zain and Siti.&lt;br /&gt;Lagu yang selalu aku and Abang nyanyi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagu raya sepatutnye brings joy, semangat untuk puasa, looking forward for raya dan sebagainya. Siapa sangka it can make a person feel so sad and sucky?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Air mata syawal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hai. Apelah yang kau tulis ni izzah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;FAZ AKU PON MISS KAU LAH. SPEEDY RECOVERY KAY. FRINKS WILL GO OUT AND BUKE TOGETHER SOON KAY, FOR SURE. hearttttts!&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/7521397-4801798140106586613?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/4801798140106586613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=4801798140106586613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/4801798140106586613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/4801798140106586613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2007/09/lagu-raye.html' title='lagu raye'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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-7521397.post-2506337965035693223</id><published>2007-09-27T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T16:37:51.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>flasshbackss</title><content type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abang,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You abandoned me too quickly,&lt;br /&gt;And broken, im left alone,&lt;br /&gt;Weeping out the memories,&lt;br /&gt;A different one per tear,&lt;br /&gt;A dry, invisible but aching tear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i miss you,&lt;br /&gt;I just close my eyes and im with you.&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, i realised that there is no need to miss you,&lt;br /&gt;Cos hey, we are not apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advices that you have given me,&lt;br /&gt;Loving words that you have said,&lt;br /&gt;Will remain etched in my memory,&lt;br /&gt;Always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although in reality you are never to be with me again,&lt;br /&gt;I am sure to cherish our next world together,&lt;br /&gt;And am looking forward to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7521397-2506337965035693223?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/2506337965035693223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=2506337965035693223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/9SJJbYPt5-"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/9SJJbYPt5-" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice riteeeee. ah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7521397-6806208582339882207?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/6806208582339882207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=6806208582339882207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/6806208582339882207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/6806208582339882207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2007/09/kekasih-gelapku.html' title='kekasih gelapku'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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-7521397.post-1099940399170097304</id><published>2007-09-01T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T19:30:34.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss....</title><content type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok this is really random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i really miss secondary school memories, environment and setting. Like really deep inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And primary school too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of this education stage is special in their own ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But tertiary? Nahhh. I hate being an adult.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7521397-1099940399170097304?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/1099940399170097304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=1099940399170097304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/1099940399170097304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/1099940399170097304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-miss.html' title='i miss....'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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-7521397.post-8610202572295602148</id><published>2007-09-01T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T18:22:25.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first teachers day.</title><content type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my first teacher's day celebration. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, i didnt expect anything at all, anyway they are just k1. And i know that im not likeable at all in this class. Hahahahahah!! I give them no face at all. Lol. But i have no choice what. They are such an active, mischievous  and noisy class lah.  And also whinny and irritating and childish.  Really. I dont really quite fancy with my class as compared to my previous kids from my attachment. I am so irritated that if anyone  come to me  to complain stuff about their fights between each other, i will like open my eyes big and say "I DONT WANT TO HEAR ANYMORE COMPLAINS." Hhahahahahahahah!!! So freaking irritating. Kids~.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no matter how strict i tried to be, which is so not me, im still nothing compared to their chinese teacher. lol. i also scared looking at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah so, about yesterday. I do receive some presents lah!!!! I got like the big plush flower with "Happy teachers day" on it. Its from mini toons and its pink. =D. Cant find the picture online but its something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/Rtk7qmDfGuI/AAAAAAAAAG0/28-hjGtrUVI/s1600-h/messageflower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/Rtk7qmDfGuI/AAAAAAAAAG0/28-hjGtrUVI/s320/messageflower.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105177255556881122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i got chocolates, cartoon frog mug, handphone chain made of clay, card, sticker, plush ballpoint, winnie the pooh notepad and yeah. Yeah, just that out of the 27 students. But i feel so satisfied oreadi lah. Walao. So heart warming and i feel that all my sacrifice and dedication to them is all worth it.  Cheyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And anyway, i didnt go back to either pandan or yiss yesterday to meet the teachers. Wat the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it for now. To all the teachers, especially my friends, juniors and seniors from ECH, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;HAPPY TEACHERS DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah. I know i am a new driver and i dont dare to dream too high. I want to aim low first, just a small car. I want to get Kia Picanto!!!!!!!!!! Only $99 per month. But i still cant afford lah. How? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/Rtk572DfGtI/AAAAAAAAAGs/--KPKF_wduU/s1600-h/picanto2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/Rtk572DfGtI/AAAAAAAAAGs/--KPKF_wduU/s320/picanto2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105175352886368978" 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/7521397-8610202572295602148?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/8610202572295602148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=8610202572295602148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/8610202572295602148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/8610202572295602148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2007/09/first-teachers-day.html' title='first teachers day.'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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/_2BMYzLcbS5c/Rtk7qmDfGuI/AAAAAAAAAG0/28-hjGtrUVI/s72-c/messageflower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7521397.post-5915550830397442421</id><published>2007-08-10T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T17:49:45.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love is cinta</title><content type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/2WyUNKyb7W"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/2WyUNKyb7W" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;== Ada Cinta ==&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ucapkanlah kasih&lt;br /&gt;Satu kata yang kunantikan&lt;br /&gt;Sebab ku tak mampu membaca matamu&lt;br /&gt;Mendengar bisikmu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nyanyikanlah kasih&lt;br /&gt;Senandung kata hatimu&lt;br /&gt;Sebab ku tak sanggup&lt;br /&gt;Mengartikan getar ini&lt;br /&gt;Sebab ku meragu pada dirimu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa berat ungkapkan cinta&lt;br /&gt;Padahal ia ada&lt;br /&gt;Dlm rinai hujan&lt;br /&gt;Dlm terang bulan&lt;br /&gt;Juga dlm sedu sedan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mengapa Sulit mengaku cinta&lt;br /&gt;Padahal ia terasa&lt;br /&gt;Dlm rindu dendam&lt;br /&gt;Hening malam&lt;br /&gt;Cinta terasa ada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE IS CINTA~&lt;br /&gt;_________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say it to me my love...&lt;br /&gt;One word that i've always waitin' for...&lt;br /&gt;Because i can't read it in your eyes anymore...&lt;br /&gt;Listening your whisper...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing it to me my love...&lt;br /&gt;The words that u have in your heart...&lt;br /&gt;Because i can't my love...&lt;br /&gt;To hold this tremble anymore...&lt;br /&gt;Because dear my love i'm doubting you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why it is so hard to express your love...&lt;br /&gt;Where else it was always there... either its in the rain..&lt;br /&gt;Or in the shining moon or in the hardness of your breath...&lt;br /&gt;Why it is so hard to admit the love where else you have felt the same...&lt;br /&gt;In the deepest miss and blissful night... Love... It was always there...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7521397-5915550830397442421?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/5915550830397442421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=5915550830397442421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/5915550830397442421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/5915550830397442421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2007/08/love-is-cinta.html' title='love is cinta'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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-7521397.post-4282887547708347365</id><published>2007-08-09T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T23:34:04.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'>42 birthday.</title><content type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont care how low the rating is for Harry Potter. But to me, it is still a bomb as evar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;Happy birthday, my fellow nations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update in a while, crocodile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7521397-4282887547708347365?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/4282887547708347365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=4282887547708347365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/4282887547708347365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/4282887547708347365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2007/08/42-birthday.html' title='42 birthday.'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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-7521397.post-2882518297191613441</id><published>2007-07-29T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T19:59:09.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>malam bulan dipagar bintang</title><content type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/Rqx_CVf_duI/AAAAAAAAAGM/r4-CS7Agl3k/s1600-h/DSC00187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/Rqx_CVf_duI/AAAAAAAAAGM/r4-CS7Agl3k/s320/DSC00187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092584956756981474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/Rqx_OFf_dvI/AAAAAAAAAGU/OLBRXm5ZfRU/s1600-h/DSC00189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/Rqx_OFf_dvI/AAAAAAAAAGU/OLBRXm5ZfRU/s320/DSC00189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092585158620444402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/Rqx_j1f_dwI/AAAAAAAAAGc/OddC8vTMIN0/s1600-h/DSC00190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/Rqx_j1f_dwI/AAAAAAAAAGc/OddC8vTMIN0/s320/DSC00190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092585532282599170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gosh. This ice cream, i really i recommend all of you out there. Theres five scoop of ice cream which melts VERY slowly. Hot chocolate in the middle. You can dip it with marshmallows, cone biscuit, puffs, strawberries,  bananas (!!!!!!!!!!YES!!!!!), cherries and yeah.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/Rqx_2Vf_dxI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Akp9jBcktdg/s1600-h/DSC00191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/Rqx_2Vf_dxI/AAAAAAAAAGk/Akp9jBcktdg/s320/DSC00191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092585850110179090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. and then i turn even chubbier den dis picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/6Is5-guish/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/6Is5-guish/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malam bulan dipagar bintang&lt;br /&gt;Makin indah jika dipandang&lt;br /&gt;Bagai gadis beri senyuman&lt;br /&gt;Pada bujang idaman&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Belai kasih ingin dimanja&lt;br /&gt;Dengan cumbuan mesra&lt;br /&gt;Untuk pelipur lara&lt;br /&gt;Penawar dik asmara&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Mm .... mm .... mm .... mm ...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Malam bulan dipagar bintang&lt;br /&gt;Tambah seri cuaca malam&lt;br /&gt;Murni sungguh ciptaan Tuhan&lt;br /&gt;Bulan bintang lampu alam&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Andai kata bintang menyepi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another P.Ramlee song that will be stuck for at least a year on my mind and lips. You will be hearing a lot of this as and when whenever you are with me. its no longer the "Jangan tinggal daku oh dewi oh puspita" Hahahahahaahaha to Mama and Yaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who didnt know yet, I PASSED MY TP!!!!!!! ON MY ABANG MI'S BIRTHDAY!!! AND I AM SOOOOOO HAPPYY RIGHT TO THIS INSTANT. MY PARENTS ARE BRAGGING TO EVERYONE. THEY ARE TOO HAPPY FOR THEIR BABY GIRL! YAH RELI! My mum was there with me when i am having my test. And when she know that i pass, she cried, call everyone and announced. And everyone almost cried too. =D. Then she gave me money that she promised, treat me to Swensons, and buy me a pretty pyjamas at Marks and Spencers. My dad, when he knew that i pass, he called me and with his very happy and proud voice, he say "Congaratulations for passing on your first attempt!! Very good!!!" Hahahah!! Then when he's back from work, he gave me a gift box and a card. And when i opened it, bahhhh he got me something very girlish cute and childish! A girlie necklace, hairband stand and a brooch holder next to it. And the card he gave me is very baby-ish. Hahahahahaah my daddy is so cute rite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okokok. gottogo and print my DAC last assignment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7521397-2882518297191613441?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/2882518297191613441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=2882518297191613441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/2882518297191613441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/2882518297191613441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2007/07/malam-bulan-dipagar-bintang.html' title='malam bulan dipagar bintang'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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/_2BMYzLcbS5c/Rqx_CVf_duI/AAAAAAAAAGM/r4-CS7Agl3k/s72-c/DSC00187.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7521397.post-9122757918824143224</id><published>2007-07-07T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T18:28:35.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wat a life.</title><content type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok izzah, lets put away all the FP stuff from your mind for at least 20 mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Abang have left us for 1 year 4 days. I didnt feel it at all. 1 year is loooooooong but i feel nothing. In this 1 year so many things happen. Me passing my year 2 supervision. New friends syndrome. Me going to Thailand. Me going to final year. Ayah get warded at hospital for the first time. Parents go to mekkah. Me and abang having a bad time wif grandparents for a month. Abang qil going to bangkok. Hari Raya. New year. Everyone's birthday. Mothers day. Fathers day. Ayah bought a new car. Abang passing the driving test. Abang crash other people's car in Malaysia. Me taking up driving and all the bad and good instructors that i got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that special days and dugaan, ups and downs without abang. But i donno. I feel nothing. I still feel that he's here. Even tho i know that i have been saying that all over and over again for this whole 1 year 4 days to the people around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These few days have been very very emotional. Besides the demanding FP, my family have not been that good. My mum as usual, cant control her emotions. Of course the rest of us are sad too, but we never show like how she do. Of course i understand la, she being the mum, of course she feel it more den any of us. She's e one who give birth to abang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But honestly i think me and abang qil is more closer to him. LIKE VERY VERY CLOSE. We like share almost everything, every secrets, every sins. But my mum is never that close to him. She always think about religion, n to make us be a better, better, better person. She is never happy with us. N bcos of that she don really know inside of us that well. Alright, she also realise that now, she regret it, she told me. She regret not opening up and showing her love to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now? She's repeating her same old mistakes again. She is doing the same thing to abang qil. These few days, just because she is very emotional, she have been comparing and comparing and comparing AND COMPARING him with abang mi. Alright, she is upset, but she also have to consider and think about abang qil's feelings what. If abang mi's here, he'll be saving us, fighting for us. He'll be talking back to her. Saying that enuf is enuf. Im veri sure. All of us is special in our own ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what will happen. I have been crying alot about my mum. When will she change. When.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok enuf of letting out my feelings. Time to get back to attachment stuff. haiz. wat a life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7521397-9122757918824143224?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/9122757918824143224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=9122757918824143224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/9122757918824143224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/9122757918824143224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2007/07/wat-life.html' title='wat a life.'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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-7521397.post-8150064142397424499</id><published>2007-07-01T14:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T14:27:31.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kewell</title><content type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My loverboy Harry Kewell is here in Singapore !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RodI4uide1I/AAAAAAAAAGE/EPOQqjMbl5o/s1600-h/kewell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RodI4uide1I/AAAAAAAAAGE/EPOQqjMbl5o/s320/kewell.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082110843913337682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*FAINTS*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hhahaha he score e second goal yesterday. Im so proud of him. No more injuries, but more goals kay sayang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKOK BACK TO FP IZZAH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7521397-8150064142397424499?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/8150064142397424499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=8150064142397424499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/8150064142397424499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/8150064142397424499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2007/07/kewell.html' title='kewell'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RodI4uide1I/AAAAAAAAAGE/EPOQqjMbl5o/s72-c/kewell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7521397.post-5671231610600285792</id><published>2007-06-20T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T22:39:49.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kill me</title><content type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;to all the killers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;looking for someone to kill?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;can kill me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;im ready to die and meet my lover brother there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;anyway, lecturers and friends in this world is killing me too so im used to e pain yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7521397-5671231610600285792?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/5671231610600285792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=5671231610600285792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/5671231610600285792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/5671231610600285792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2007/06/kill-me.html' title='kill me'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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-7521397.post-6389207209242851883</id><published>2007-06-14T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T16:56:36.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>taufik</title><content type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/5t65MkRvh6/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/5t65MkRvh6/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww. Thanks Taufik, for singing for me. You just make me feel a lot more better! HEARTS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7521397-6389207209242851883?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/6389207209242851883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=6389207209242851883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/6389207209242851883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/6389207209242851883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2007/06/taufik.html' title='taufik'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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-7521397.post-3737883679874793799</id><published>2007-06-14T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T15:31:41.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>argh!</title><content type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHIT LAH. I THINK IM GOING TO GET TRAP AND ENTANGLED IN THIS SPIDERWEB YET AGAIN. I FEEL LIKE TELLING SOMEBODY BUT DONNO WHO EXACTLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY IZZAH WHY.&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://bp3.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RnDuE_5OveI/AAAAAAAAAF8/R0TdU6V9QCs/s1600-h/argh%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RnDuE_5OveI/AAAAAAAAAF8/R0TdU6V9QCs/s320/argh%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075818549684911586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so far the two weeks vacation doesnt feel like a vacation at all. i not enough rest lor!!! thanks alot lecturers. you want your year 3s to die rite.&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/7521397-3737883679874793799?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/3737883679874793799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=3737883679874793799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/3737883679874793799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/3737883679874793799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2007/06/fame-is-scentless-sunflower-with-gaudy.html' title='argh!'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RnDuE_5OveI/AAAAAAAAAF8/R0TdU6V9QCs/s72-c/argh%21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7521397.post-8448939246134904398</id><published>2007-05-27T09:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T09:41:04.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kenangan terindah</title><content type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/FboPytahH5/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/FboPytahH5/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bila yang tertulis untukku&lt;br /&gt;Adalah yang terbaik untukmu&lt;br /&gt;Kan kujadikan kau kenangan&lt;br /&gt;Yang terindah dalam hidupku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namun takkan mudah bagiku&lt;br /&gt;Meninggalkan jejak hidupmu&lt;br /&gt;Yang tlah terukir abadi&lt;br /&gt;Sebagai kenangan yang terindah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+cries+&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7521397-8448939246134904398?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/8448939246134904398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=8448939246134904398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Izzah if you realised something, you have not been much of yourself lately. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You get tired VERY easily???!!?!?!?!?!?!&lt;/span&gt; You get hurt and sad by people's actions very easily. You are being over sensitive over nothing. You just let your mum cry, not making any effort to comfort her. You get tired so easily that you go to sleep even before your only brother come back home, you didnt make any effort to wait for him. You get tired easily and let your mind stone for the whole hour thinking about nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Izzah you really have to change for the better. Stop being so weak and feeble and frail and pathetic and strength-less like a whiny seaweed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Izzah is supposed to be a lady that is strong, iron-willed, determined, independent and muscular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/Rlba3jwzWWI/AAAAAAAAAF0/HlMUOv3n8Hw/s1600-h/mus.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/Rlba3jwzWWI/AAAAAAAAAF0/HlMUOv3n8Hw/s320/mus.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068479078679664994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want abang to come back and be very proud looking at you. So, change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7521397-5284962810655445988?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/5284962810655445988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=5284962810655445988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/5284962810655445988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/5284962810655445988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2007/05/tire.html' title='tire'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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/_2BMYzLcbS5c/Rlba3jwzWWI/AAAAAAAAAF0/HlMUOv3n8Hw/s72-c/mus.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7521397.post-1475426656458861546</id><published>2007-05-15T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T20:21:19.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spiderman n mothers day</title><content type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz. I feel the huge urge to complain about stuff to people, but i dont really know who to. Mother's day this year is the most meaningful and momentous day ever, yet is the most empty and incomplete day ever. We literally spend the whole day together, from going to Westmall to buy bedsheets at Ausino, Swensons chocolate icecream cake, rojak for my grannies, to the grannies house, to Arab Street, to Masjid Sultan, to Amirah's Grill, to showing my mum the Esplanade, to walking around the historic and quieter part of town area, to showing my mum Vivo for the first time, to filling up petrol at Pandan Loop and all the way back to our home. Although most of the time were felt with silence, i know that each of us are appreciating each other more and those moments to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama, thanks for putting a smile especially for us throughout the day. Although i know how bitter it feels deep inside. Happy mummy's day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People that i love dearly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RkkiSxnL0LI/AAAAAAAAAEE/34jeG5ffzoU/s1600-h/P1010113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RkkiSxnL0LI/AAAAAAAAAEE/34jeG5ffzoU/s320/P1010113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064616961905512626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will love her as much as she love my granny:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RkkiSxnL0MI/AAAAAAAAAEM/oHS4CrERIrU/s1600-h/P1010114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RkkiSxnL0MI/AAAAAAAAAEM/oHS4CrERIrU/s320/P1010114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064616961905512642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kakak love you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RkkiTBnL0NI/AAAAAAAAAEU/k5V0_p5pcKQ/s1600-h/P1010116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RkkiTBnL0NI/AAAAAAAAAEU/k5V0_p5pcKQ/s320/P1010116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064616966200479954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my mother more than any of you can love your mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RkkiTBnL0OI/AAAAAAAAAEc/AhfdZE7ekaQ/s1600-h/P1010117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RkkiTBnL0OI/AAAAAAAAAEc/AhfdZE7ekaQ/s320/P1010117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064616966200479970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RkkiTRnL0PI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Yy40BqkIja0/s1600-h/P1010129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RkkiTRnL0PI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Yy40BqkIja0/s320/P1010129.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064616970495447282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mother&lt;br /&gt;and daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RkkjRBnL0QI/AAAAAAAAAEs/eX4CVHjJifc/s1600-h/P1010134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RkkjRBnL0QI/AAAAAAAAAEs/eX4CVHjJifc/s320/P1010134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064618031352369410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RkkjRRnL0RI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Z0Lwo24U0nQ/s1600-h/P1010147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RkkjRRnL0RI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Z0Lwo24U0nQ/s320/P1010147.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064618035647336722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RkkjRRnL0SI/AAAAAAAAAE8/JwYHTyHeLqQ/s1600-h/P1010151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RkkjRRnL0SI/AAAAAAAAAE8/JwYHTyHeLqQ/s320/P1010151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064618035647336738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RkkjRhnL0TI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zSpUrRPXEbs/s1600-h/P1010153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RkkjRhnL0TI/AAAAAAAAAFE/zSpUrRPXEbs/s320/P1010153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064618039942304050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah like tourist from Brunei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RkkjRhnL0UI/AAAAAAAAAFM/jg4MriBLFek/s1600-h/P1010160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RkkjRhnL0UI/AAAAAAAAAFM/jg4MriBLFek/s320/P1010160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064618039942304066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RkkkZRnL0VI/AAAAAAAAAFU/TcEaajBVXkw/s1600-h/P1010169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RkkkZRnL0VI/AAAAAAAAAFU/TcEaajBVXkw/s320/P1010169.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064619272597918034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's everything to me. My heart, my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RkkkZhnL0WI/AAAAAAAAAFc/c_PwMR5_7Qg/s1600-h/P1010172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RkkkZhnL0WI/AAAAAAAAAFc/c_PwMR5_7Qg/s320/P1010172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064619276892885346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RkkkZhnL0XI/AAAAAAAAAFk/dLeWgyy5-5M/s1600-h/P1010174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RkkkZhnL0XI/AAAAAAAAAFk/dLeWgyy5-5M/s320/P1010174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064619276892885362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RkkkZxnL0YI/AAAAAAAAAFs/inpd3t6vj_8/s1600-h/P1010187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RkkkZxnL0YI/AAAAAAAAAFs/inpd3t6vj_8/s320/P1010187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064619281187852674" 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/7521397-1475426656458861546?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/1475426656458861546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=1475426656458861546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/1475426656458861546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/1475426656458861546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2007/05/spiderman-n-mothers-day.html' title='spiderman n mothers day'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RkkiSxnL0LI/AAAAAAAAAEE/34jeG5ffzoU/s72-c/P1010113.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7521397.post-7093329788222365129</id><published>2007-05-02T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T21:26:39.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>superhero</title><content type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i miss these superheroes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RjiPsBnL0HI/AAAAAAAAADk/fqaM57klF8I/s1600-h/f4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RjiPsBnL0HI/AAAAAAAAADk/fqaM57klF8I/s320/f4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059952167860555890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RjiQohnL0JI/AAAAAAAAAD0/jdlkoF9OQcA/s1600-h/7-137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RjiQohnL0JI/AAAAAAAAAD0/jdlkoF9OQcA/s320/7-137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059953207242641554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RjiQQBnL0II/AAAAAAAAADs/VoT_9FE6d3Q/s1600-h/7-136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RjiQQBnL0II/AAAAAAAAADs/VoT_9FE6d3Q/s320/7-136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059952786335846530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RjiRDhnL0KI/AAAAAAAAAD8/xixoZ4yd-YI/s1600-h/spiderman3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RjiRDhnL0KI/AAAAAAAAAD8/xixoZ4yd-YI/s320/spiderman3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059953671099109538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But im going to meet the last one real soon! Whiiiiiihuuu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7521397-7093329788222365129?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/7093329788222365129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=7093329788222365129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/7093329788222365129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/7093329788222365129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2007/05/superhero.html' title='superhero'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RjiPsBnL0HI/AAAAAAAAADk/fqaM57klF8I/s72-c/f4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7521397.post-6400249587593080111</id><published>2007-04-18T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T22:18:23.475+08:00</updated><title type='text'>racist</title><content type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;" class="blogtxt" align="left"&gt;       &lt;p&gt;"the reason why soul fusion is foreva in the bottom three is cos there's this JDI and Fantastic FOur who are an all-malay-boy-group.. and we noe that the malays got a lot of money to throw away..&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;to all the blind ppl who are still voting for JDI...pls open ur eyes BIG BIG!! to JDI: pls scram out of the competition!!&lt;br /&gt;if you get into the finals, I will puke!&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogtxt" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;            soul fusion fan! | 18/04/2007, 18:59"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Can you believe that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Racist.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Looser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Typical *******.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cumon lah. Like Soul Fusion have been in the bottom 3 for like what? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6 weeks in a row&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? Like since the dancefloor started????!! Like? Cumon man, get a life. Singaporeans dont like, means dont like lah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiyohh. Then still want to get so defensive and racist.  You like your unappealing group so much, then vote lah. Why say about other voters. And why must say malay??? Just because all this while malays have been winning all the competition is singapore? Sore looser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EH. TOO BAD AH. LOOSER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7521397-6400249587593080111?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/6400249587593080111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=6400249587593080111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/6400249587593080111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/6400249587593080111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2007/04/racist.html' title='racist'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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-7521397.post-2903731779731482814</id><published>2007-04-13T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T10:42:33.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two television series that i used to be my all-time-favourite,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;is no longer my favourite anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hikmah 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :- With Arman becoming so stupid, unwise and so not him this season, it makes me feel so sick of the show. He doesnt look as goodlooking anymore. So, whats there to watch if the heroes are no longer heroic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amazing Race all stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :- My star- the nigger couple is out. Bcos of a very very stupid reason. No airplane ticket? Wat the hell. Alright, Rob n Amber's out too and im too happy about that, but to think of it, now its all left with blondes. Dustin, Kandice, Mirna and Danielle. Pfft. They are just so lucky that god gave them half brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU CALL A BLONDE WITH HALF A BRAIN?&lt;br /&gt;ANS: GIFTED!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHHAHAHAHAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so? Im not going to watch these two shows ever again. Furthermore. SCHOOL IS STARTING IN 3 DAYS TIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But im still watching dancefloor tho. Cos Esquared is out and F4 is still in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7521397-2903731779731482814?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/2903731779731482814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=2903731779731482814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/2903731779731482814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/2903731779731482814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2007/04/fame-is-scentless-sunflower-with-gaudy.html' title=''/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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-7521397.post-6091198718906851244</id><published>2007-04-08T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T19:05:28.478+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dambaan cinta</title><content type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/4U7U3NEHeO/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/4U7U3NEHeO/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7521397-6091198718906851244?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/6091198718906851244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=6091198718906851244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/6091198718906851244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/6091198718906851244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2007/04/dambaan-cinta.html' title='dambaan cinta'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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-7521397.post-7551776535514878652</id><published>2007-04-05T13:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T14:21:57.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mazlan boy my foot lah.</title><content type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. I promised myself not to blame it on my instructors anymore at this stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT I CANT STAND IT LAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, i really hate my group instructor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, he is the only one that have no sympathy at all and did not pass me. Let me stay at my current stage. Let me waste my money just like that. Well, not my money, but still!!!! 58 dollars is hell alot okay!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is so irritating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tot i did quite well for my right turning compared to my previous lesson!!! I tried my best what. Can you at least pass me. kanasai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He think i got like all the time in the world???? School is soo going to start soon. HE IS SO INSENSITIVE LAHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*breathe out*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And about dance floor? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boring lah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; SFB is out, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;wthell.&lt;/span&gt; And i have no idea y is Vasandpris and E2 is still in. '?????????!!!' And i dont know why is the judges still keeping e soul fusion. Like, hello... dont you get the msg dat sporeans have been wanting to pass all this while? To me they are good, alright. But if Spore dont like them, then too bad ah! Easy what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my fantastic four? Wat the hell lah happen. Idiot NS. Y must take Haifz away?? Even tho he's not that good looking and my fav Gino and Ewan is still in, it seems so empty la with only 3 of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiya. Watever it is. If next wk, if Fantastic 4 gotta go, or if VasNPris is STILL in, im not gonna watch dancefloor anymore lah. Such a waste of time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7521397-7551776535514878652?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/7551776535514878652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=7551776535514878652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/7551776535514878652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/7551776535514878652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2007/04/mazlan-boy-my-foot-lah.html' title='mazlan boy my foot lah.'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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-7521397.post-4397190540815863376</id><published>2007-04-04T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T20:21:24.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>drivingggg</title><content type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok im now at Stage 2 already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I soooo need to set a standard and expectation for my ownself. I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no longer&lt;/span&gt; a freshie and i cannot waste time and keep on blaming it on the instructors for my faults that i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i went for 2 sessions. For the first session, after going off, then i realised that i did not adjust the mirrors. For the second session, after going off, my instructor realised that i did not wear my seatbelt!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I DONT EVEN REALISE LAH! WAT THE HELL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at the end of the session, when my instructor ask me to change over, i forgot to put to park and pull my handbrake!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I soooooo need to pull up my socks and be extra focus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Izzah, u sooo cannot afford to repeat any of these mistakes anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7521397-4397190540815863376?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/4397190540815863376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=4397190540815863376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/4397190540815863376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/4397190540815863376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2007/04/drivingggg.html' title='drivingggg'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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-7521397.post-8219226907823995810</id><published>2007-04-03T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T11:49:47.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kepo nurse</title><content type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nurse: So... you are the only girl in the family, is it?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah. (grinning)&lt;br /&gt;Nurse: How many siblings do you have?&lt;br /&gt;Me: 2 brothers. (swallowed hard) 2 big brothers.&lt;br /&gt;Nurse: Whoaaaa. Princess ah. Must be very pampered right? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Im the princess!!!"&lt;/span&gt;, right? (laugh away)&lt;br /&gt;Me: (try to force a smile anyway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people need to ask about these topics? This is not the first time lor. No other topics meh????? So kepo and insensitive. Cant they like ask my favourite colour or something, so i can like, state all shades of red- from pale pink to maroon. What is there to say about siblings? What job is my brother doing currently??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7521397-8219226907823995810?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/8219226907823995810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=8219226907823995810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/8219226907823995810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/8219226907823995810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2007/04/kepo-nurse.html' title='kepo nurse'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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-7521397.post-7306876095773150926</id><published>2007-03-30T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T18:18:06.914+08:00</updated><title type='text'>frinks!</title><content type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RgzO-hBpruI/AAAAAAAAADM/3_wojY3BdCo/s1600-h/frinks3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RgzO-hBpruI/AAAAAAAAADM/3_wojY3BdCo/s320/frinks3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047636855787990754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEYY!!! I MEET DA&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; FULL FRINKS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;YESTERDAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soooooooo happyyyy to see alllll of themmm~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do lotsa stupid things together! Including going in the ~SOO SPACIOUS Puma fitting room together and took a reflective picture. Hehehhehehehehhehhehheh! My idea! It was so thrilling lah! And when we went out of the room, the salesperson was like, "Wadda..?" Hhahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had some Faz called it "diploma games" and more blonde jokes from me at the Vivo's open area or roof top or garden or watever they call it, next to the swimming pool area there. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How many man mannn mannn meh meh meh meh meh jump over the moon?"&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;"How many sheep..." oh i forgot wats Faz's one. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we had an &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ARCADE SESSION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then after that we ate some dough nuts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then everyone had to leave. And after today, everyone's going to be very busy already. We are going to be the third yearies. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RgzfvRBprwI/AAAAAAAAADc/CetKJwfrLEo/s1600-h/frinks8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RgzfvRBprwI/AAAAAAAAADc/CetKJwfrLEo/s320/frinks8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047655285492657922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just want to live it our way. Cause theres a kid in me. Like the kid thats in you. All the fun we have together. Fun that last forever. Just you! You and me. Where we can be free~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) See u real soon frinks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7521397-7306876095773150926?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/7306876095773150926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=7306876095773150926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/7306876095773150926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/7306876095773150926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2007/03/frinks_30.html' title='frinks!'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RgzO-hBpruI/AAAAAAAAADM/3_wojY3BdCo/s72-c/frinks3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7521397.post-2814945663640527329</id><published>2007-03-29T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T11:17:00.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>abang</title><content type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im crying now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you terribly. I dont know why. Usually this tears are so stubborn to come out no matter what sad situation i am facing, no matter how many people around me were crying, but suddenly right now, it's continuously flowing for at least 15 minutes already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angin rindu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting you in my dreams will never be enough. I want you to come home this instant. Right now. Havent you been spoiling me by listening to whatever i said and fulfilling whatever i wanted? Why arent you doing that anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at your photos will never be enough. I want to see you personally. Come here and take me with you please. I want to be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh. i am so childish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Faizal: Mahakarya cinta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Begitu berat melangkah&lt;br /&gt;melihat kau bersamanya&lt;br /&gt;adakah aku yg salah&lt;br /&gt;atau hanya helah saja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ku masih mencintai diri kamu&lt;br /&gt;bila kau menjauh&lt;br /&gt;ku rindu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kau bagaikan udara&lt;br /&gt;yang membantu aku untuk terus hidup diatas dunia&lt;br /&gt;tanpamu ku lemah&lt;br /&gt;pasti aku tak berdaya&lt;br /&gt;kerna kau maha karya cinta ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;biarpun kau tidak mahu&lt;br /&gt;menerima kasih daku&lt;br /&gt;ku kan setia bersama mu&lt;br /&gt;sehingga ke akhir waktu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ku masih menyayangi diri kamu&lt;br /&gt;bila kau berlalu&lt;br /&gt;ku rindu ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kau bagaikan udara&lt;br /&gt;yang membantu aku untuk terus hidup diatas dunia&lt;br /&gt;tanpamu ku lemah&lt;br /&gt;pasti aku tak berdaya&lt;br /&gt;kerna kau maha karya cinta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kau takkan dapat aku lupakan&lt;br /&gt;kerna kau lah punca cinta kita&lt;br /&gt;mengajar aku erti bahagia&lt;br /&gt;kembalilah ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terimalah pesan daku&lt;br /&gt;yang akan terus menunggu ... &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/7521397-2814945663640527329?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/2814945663640527329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=2814945663640527329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/2814945663640527329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/2814945663640527329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2007/03/abang.html' title='abang'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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-7521397.post-7786356640073281715</id><published>2007-03-25T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T00:38:10.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>abg dream</title><content type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, i woke up very very reluctantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt of Abang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my dream, it was a Friday night. And i was doing work at my laptop when suddenly abang came back home. He appeared at the front door. I was so shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT FEELS SO REAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really seems like last time when he was still alive, he came back from work late at night and i was doing my assignments. Its the exact situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so shocked to see him. But he looked so calm, as if &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; happen. He smiled at me. And he walked in to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;somewhere&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i heard someone told me, "God lend him to you another time for tonight" I dont know who exactly, and i cant see anyone actually. But i just heard it from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;somewhere&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my brother came out to the hall and lie down on the sofa. Then he called me and asked me to massage his legs. And so i did and im in tears. But he looked so calm and have no reaction, as if &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOTHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thing is, when im massaging his legs, i cant really feel anything. Compared to my previous dreams about him, when i hugged him, i can feel his body and his warmth. But this time, i can only feel air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after that, we had a long chat, throughout the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really seems like last time when he was still alive, he came back from work late at night and he came and accompany me while telling me about his encounter for that day. He talked about his friends. He talked about girls. He complained about how nicely he have treated them and how they dont appreciate it sometimes. And i will think that he is being too nice and very sweet and such a gentleman. Its the exact situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With his exact expression. Exact smile. Exact frown. Exact style. And his voice. His voice that i  missed terribly. That all of us missed terribly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then halfway through, my mum came to join, then he stopped talking. Hahha! Its really like last time. Whenever he talks especially about girls, its just between us siblings. Nanny nanny poo poo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the thing is, my mum seems to be very calm about it too. Like as if &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; happen too. Like he have been always alive, like that. No reaction to his presence. I dont know why, its seems like its just me who thought that he's......, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we talked, talked, talked and laughed, laughed, laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly i woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in dazed and stared into nowhere for so long. Why does the dream have to end? Why is it a dream? When will this dream turn into a reality and will he just come back so that everything will be back as per normal? Why cant we be together forever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY IS IT A DREAM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7521397-7786356640073281715?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/7786356640073281715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=7786356640073281715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/7786356640073281715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/7786356640073281715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2007/03/abg-dream.html' title='abg dream'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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-7521397.post-4695608415886939208</id><published>2007-03-22T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T01:24:56.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first lesson!</title><content type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first lesson today. Saw Fiona and Loon haha! The other day saw Terrance and Tiffani from D class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had so much trouble with the steering wheel and staying in my lane. It is soooooooooooooooooooooo HARD! I din know when to turn and how much to turn and pull and where to look for the line. Dammit. I feel that e $58 is not worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.............. dance floor! YEY! Watched it wif my bestie Syam and Delphine at Delphine's house. Tmr Delphine will fly to Cambodia. Will miss her, herk herk. But anyways, we had lotsa laugh stiches yet again dis evening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RgFha3f9XXI/AAAAAAAAADA/5L0xyL0llMY/s1600-h/fan4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RgFha3f9XXI/AAAAAAAAADA/5L0xyL0llMY/s320/fan4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044420171834154354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;grinnnnnns. pretty boyys.. pretty boyys... pretty boyys.... (=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised something. Fantastic four, cut short? F4?!!!!!!!!!!! Gino will be my Huaze Lei. Ewan(the other one who is wearing yellow too) will be my Daoming Si.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni hao. Wo shi Shancai. Wo ai Huaze Lei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAHAHAHHAAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Gosh. Meteor Garden is so not the in-thing anymore, so old school. But its still my first favourtie chinese drama!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/7521397-4695608415886939208?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/4695608415886939208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=4695608415886939208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/4695608415886939208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/4695608415886939208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2007/03/first-lesson.html' title='first lesson!'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RgFha3f9XXI/AAAAAAAAADA/5L0xyL0llMY/s72-c/fan4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7521397.post-870754270155103834</id><published>2007-03-19T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T17:54:41.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aku dia dan kamu</title><content type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LETS DANCE AND SING TO DIS CATCHY SONG!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D-Va: Aku, dia dan kamu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;    betapa bodohnya diriku&lt;br /&gt;mau diduakan dirimu&lt;br /&gt;namun bila hati bicara&lt;br /&gt;aku sayang padamu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;kau takkan pernah tinggalkannya&lt;br /&gt;di hatimu cuma dia&lt;br /&gt;tetap juga kau inginkanku&lt;br /&gt;kini apa dayaku&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Chorus: putuskan dia oh kasih&lt;br /&gt;agar ku tak tersaingi&lt;br /&gt;sungguh ku benci dirimu&lt;br /&gt;yg tak bisa memilih&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;namun harus ku akui&lt;br /&gt;sukar untuk lepaskanmu&lt;br /&gt;akhirnya aku undur diri&lt;br /&gt;demi dia dan kamu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;betapa bodohnya diriku&lt;br /&gt;mau diduakan dirimu&lt;br /&gt;namun bila hati bicara&lt;br /&gt;aku sayang padamu&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lalallalalalalalalalalalaalalalalalaa~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;When school reopens, im just going to Ngee Ann Poly on every Monday!! And on Friday to attachment, no more have to see e kids on monday blues~ Happy sekali!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7521397-870754270155103834?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/870754270155103834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=870754270155103834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/870754270155103834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/870754270155103834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2007/03/aku-dia-dan-kamu.html' title='aku dia dan kamu'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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-7521397.post-5921453795738361316</id><published>2007-03-18T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-18T16:49:53.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>besties</title><content type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YESTERDAY I MEET MY BESTIES! WE HAVE SUCH A LAUGHING TRIP AS USUAL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although we din manage to watch a movie and we end up hanging around the town aimlessly tru and fro, just appreciating each other's presence. What could we ask for more right? (=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we had lunch at LJS againn. hahahha! Its our certified eating-place-for-besties i guess. And i had Mars balls, and..... BANANA AND STRAWBERRY BUBBLE TEA! YEY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;THIS IS OUR LARGE NEOPRINT MADE BY ME. VERY ORIGINAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/Rfz7Ox04UZI/AAAAAAAAACw/xQEW0lCtKiA/s1600-h/grlfrens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/Rfz7Ox04UZI/AAAAAAAAACw/xQEW0lCtKiA/s320/grlfrens.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043181914059985298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE THEM TO BITS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/Rfz8qB04UaI/AAAAAAAAAC4/FGEszw7rDfI/s1600-h/grlfrens2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/Rfz8qB04UaI/AAAAAAAAAC4/FGEszw7rDfI/s320/grlfrens2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043183481723048354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised dat i din reali took an individual pic wif kin:(. So i replaced e place there wif our another grp photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICE KANN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7521397-5921453795738361316?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/5921453795738361316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=5921453795738361316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/5921453795738361316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/5921453795738361316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2007/03/besties.html' title='besties'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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/_2BMYzLcbS5c/Rfz7Ox04UZI/AAAAAAAAACw/xQEW0lCtKiA/s72-c/grlfrens.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7521397.post-4422478256855338006</id><published>2007-03-14T09:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T09:47:00.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>results</title><content type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;YEY! I CANT BELIEVE THAT I HAVE OFFICIALLY GONE THROUGH TWO YEARS OF TERTIARY EDUCATION!! IT FEELS LIKE YESTERDAY I WAS A FFRESHIE IN NGEE ANN POLYTECHNIC!!! AND NOW, IN A ABOUT A MONTH TIME, THERE WILL BE A NEW BATCH OF FRESHIE JOINING!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YEY! I GOT MY SECOND 'A' AFTER CHN, AND THIS TIME ITS FOR MY FAVOURITE SUBJECT PSYCHOLOGY OF THE EXCEPTIONAL CHILD!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS A WASTE DAT I DID NOT SCORE AN 'A' TOO FOR MY ANOTHER FAVOURITE SUBJECT, SINGAPORE FAMILIES, but sipi2 lah.(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND I DID NOT FAILED FOR MY SYC AS I HAVE EXPECTED!!! INSTEAD I GOT A BEAUTIFUL 'B'!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on top of it all, i did wost for FP this time among all the other semesters. Despite how much time, ideas, strength, tears, sleep, hardwork, loved ones AND MONEY i have spend and sacrifice just for the bloody lessons for those bloody devils. Sigh. So, it ends up my GPA not that good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, time to get myself ready to go to Escape Theme Park with my fellow classmates! We're going to celebrate our success no matter what.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7521397-4422478256855338006?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/4422478256855338006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=4422478256855338006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/4422478256855338006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/4422478256855338006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2007/03/results.html' title='results'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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-7521397.post-724981808918375721</id><published>2007-03-01T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T14:30:29.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>more frinks</title><content type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/Reu2lBqpOoI/AAAAAAAAACo/FAixk4jtyHM/s1600-h/Untitled-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/Reu2lBqpOoI/AAAAAAAAACo/FAixk4jtyHM/s320/Untitled-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038321355362744962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click for a larger view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya. And Zul said this something to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Izzah skrg da tak kisah langsung seh tengok budak-budak.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Izzah now cant be bothered already looking at kids"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning to all my ECH friends, and together, we smiled. Right? Hahahhahaa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7521397-724981808918375721?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/724981808918375721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=724981808918375721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/724981808918375721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/724981808918375721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2007/03/more-frinks.html' title='more frinks'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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/_2BMYzLcbS5c/Reu2lBqpOoI/AAAAAAAAACo/FAixk4jtyHM/s72-c/Untitled-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7521397.post-3987757744402579944</id><published>2007-02-28T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T14:27:57.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>frinks</title><content type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 28th February, the day that have been specially booked by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F.R.I.N.K.S&lt;/span&gt; and i have been waiting for since the exam week. We are supposed to go to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;zoo&lt;/span&gt;, but &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BECAUSE ITS RAINING dammit dammit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, we went to watch Ghost rider for $6 (!!!) [cheap but, stupid] eat BNJ (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;strawberry cheesecake, chunky monkey and chocolate fudge brownie mix and match with mini MNMs sprinkled&lt;/span&gt;), going Faz house and watch A lot like love, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HANA KIMI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (thx faz), dance floor and yeah, talk talk talk talk laugh laugh laugh and giving blonde jokes. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now lets just leave it to the pictures to do the rest of the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RemedBqpOgI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wLQ_s_ghcEE/s1600-h/P1010110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RemedBqpOgI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wLQ_s_ghcEE/s320/P1010110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037731879691303426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RemdyBqpOcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/r3XEDIJuSZQ/s1600-h/P1010111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RemdyBqpOcI/AAAAAAAAAAU/r3XEDIJuSZQ/s320/P1010111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037731140956928450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RemdyBqpOdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/vrXSIgatO5c/s1600-h/P1010112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RemdyBqpOdI/AAAAAAAAAAc/vrXSIgatO5c/s320/P1010112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037731140956928466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SINFULLNESS.&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/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RemdyRqpOeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Sbz5duH6l1M/s1600-h/P1010113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RemdyRqpOeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Sbz5duH6l1M/s320/P1010113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037731145251895778" 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/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RemdyhqpOfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PREb2VpDVbQ/s1600-h/P1010115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RemdyhqpOfI/AAAAAAAAAAs/PREb2VpDVbQ/s320/P1010115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037731149546863090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/Reme6RqpOhI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0CxpFTDHK7k/s1600-h/P1010116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/Reme6RqpOhI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0CxpFTDHK7k/s320/P1010116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037732382202477074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE MAN FOR THE DAY.&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/_2BMYzLcbS5c/Reme6RqpOiI/AAAAAAAAABE/dh5POUU8Ozg/s1600-h/P1010117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/Reme6RqpOiI/AAAAAAAAABE/dh5POUU8Ozg/s320/P1010117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037732382202477090" 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/_2BMYzLcbS5c/Reme6hqpOjI/AAAAAAAAABM/pQvDiorrqqc/s1600-h/P1010120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/Reme6hqpOjI/AAAAAAAAABM/pQvDiorrqqc/s320/P1010120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037732386497444402" 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/_2BMYzLcbS5c/Reme6hqpOkI/AAAAAAAAABU/akgRatFvo38/s1600-h/P1010131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/Reme6hqpOkI/AAAAAAAAABU/akgRatFvo38/s320/P1010131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037732386497444418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/Reme6xqpOlI/AAAAAAAAABc/CroUjGx0DtM/s1600-h/P1010130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/Reme6xqpOlI/AAAAAAAAABc/CroUjGx0DtM/s320/P1010130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037732390792411730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RemgLBqpOmI/AAAAAAAAABk/5z0sYWd4Eig/s1600-h/P1010133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RemgLBqpOmI/AAAAAAAAABk/5z0sYWd4Eig/s320/P1010133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037733769476913762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK AT THE HAIR!!!!!&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://bp0.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RemgLBqpOnI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z5BhUNtyc5c/s1600-h/P1010135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RemgLBqpOnI/AAAAAAAAABs/Z5BhUNtyc5c/s320/P1010135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037733769476913778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;oh yes we enjoyed ourself. FAZ THANKS FOR THE BUTTERFLY. ZUL THANKS FOR TAHAN-ING WITH US HAHAHA. &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/7521397-3987757744402579944?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/3987757744402579944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=3987757744402579944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/3987757744402579944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/3987757744402579944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2007/03/frinks.html' title='frinks'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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/_2BMYzLcbS5c/RemedBqpOgI/AAAAAAAAAA0/wLQ_s_ghcEE/s72-c/P1010110.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7521397.post-8462278930237966390</id><published>2007-02-26T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T22:17:01.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tv tv tv!!</title><content type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing race all- stars have started!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO NIGER! GO NIGERR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIKMAH 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god, im s0000o going to be seeing alot of GUNAWAN AND TENGKU RYAN!!!!! Wheeeeee~~~~ And Fifi the number one villain is playing too!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh i am going to enjoy the rest bit of my vacation with so much appreciation.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&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/7521397-8462278930237966390?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/8462278930237966390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=8462278930237966390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/8462278930237966390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/8462278930237966390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2007/02/tv-tv-tv.html' title='tv tv tv!!'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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-7521397.post-8323701614590370105</id><published>2007-02-24T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T23:53:41.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pesta perdana 9</title><content type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Firstly, TAUFIK saye menang. &lt;333&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, HAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA PADAN MUKE KEPADE:&lt;br /&gt;1. Nurul Aini&lt;br /&gt;2. Rima Melati Adams&lt;br /&gt;3. Fauzy Laili&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAH PADAN MUKE PADAN MUKE PADAN MUKE. TAK MENANG HAHAHAHAHAH! Aku tk suke seh dengan korang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah kau. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PUAS. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/7521397-8323701614590370105?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/8323701614590370105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=8323701614590370105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/8323701614590370105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/8323701614590370105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2007/02/pesta-perdana-9.html' title='pesta perdana 9'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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-7521397.post-737554711581085244</id><published>2007-02-23T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T21:52:40.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new template</title><content type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I MADE THIS TEMPLATE MYSELF! HOW ABOUT IT MAN, SUCKERS. LALALALA.&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/7521397-737554711581085244?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/737554711581085244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=737554711581085244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/737554711581085244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/737554711581085244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2007/02/new-template.html' title='new template'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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-7521397.post-552498192643847820</id><published>2007-02-23T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T14:23:19.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>enjet2 semott</title><content type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.happeepill.com/cartoons/enjetsemut/enjet.htm"&gt;Click here to see a very cute video singing about Malay. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7521397-552498192643847820?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/552498192643847820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=552498192643847820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/552498192643847820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/552498192643847820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2007/02/enjet2-semott.html' title='enjet2 semott'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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-7521397.post-1972315873648095372</id><published>2007-02-17T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T18:16:35.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'>diary</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;13 Feb: Exams over. SF, my favourite module, turned out to be so hardd. After the paper, went out to partay with my ECH girls. Took neoprints and go bowling. But the expert longkang queen did not play, i was there just to cheer and boo at my other longkang friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;14 Feb: Its da love day! I showed all my love to my loved ones and not forgetting myownself- I went to sign up for driving liscence at BBDC. Then i went to my aunt place and gave my lil brother his belated present. And spend the quality time with my darling little siblings for 2 hours over there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;15 Feb: I booked 3 Basic Theory Practices and  2 Evaluation today. In order to take my Basic Theory Test, i need to pass my Basic Theory Evaluation. And i passed on my second attempt. I am so happy that i almost left my IC in the room. Went to Ba'alwi with parents in the evening. Its a calm evening. Then parents bought me Ben n Jerry's as a gift for my starting driving achievement. Reached home, did some macaroni cheese (that i craved for, since like forever) with my brother. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;16 Feb: Baked some yummy chocolate chips cookies. Do some household chores. Hang all my clothes under the sun. Change all my bed covers. Wash my make-up puff. Do the laundry. Sweep my kitchen. AND PUT AWAY ALL THE STUDY NOTES. EXAM OVER WHAT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;17 Feb: Visit my brother cemetery.  Later evening i am going to my Johor house and spend the CNY holidays over there till Monday night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7521397-1972315873648095372?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/1972315873648095372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=1972315873648095372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/1972315873648095372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/1972315873648095372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2007/02/diary.html' title='diary'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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-7521397.post-117076119833946293</id><published>2007-02-05T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T19:26:57.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>asean</title><content type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got the ball and despite the two Thailand defenders right in front of him, he scored a heroic goal for Singapore. And then everyone else roared and ran to him. He ran and ran and ran, he could not believed that he just scored and wipe his face, "Amin!". *so cute right* Baihakki who was warming out outside the field behind the goalpost roared too, i saw i saw(=. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah yeah. Bleahhhh. It was Khairul Amri who scored THAT heroic goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i don think he was that HERO afterall lah. Lionel was the main man of the night, looking at how he saved all the CLOSE HEART ATTACK JUMPY goals by Thailand players. HE is supposed to be the hero. The Thailand people are dangerous AND yet childish. And all this while i tot it is the Malay boys who are childish. ha ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ole Singapore Ole!! Lets see how the lions sleep tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, i feel so not me. the posts. the laughter. U noe why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COS ITS THE EXAM PERIOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DPIP PAPERS ARE LEFT WITH 3 BLOODY DAYS. ok izzah stop hooray hooray around anymore. back to serious business.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7521397-117076119833946293?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/117076119833946293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=117076119833946293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/117076119833946293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/117076119833946293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2007/02/asean.html' title='asean'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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-7521397.post-116980862801014894</id><published>2007-01-26T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T18:50:28.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spongebob craze!</title><content type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, Sean said i can laugh like Spongebob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, Faz said Spongebob dance like longkang queen. That means me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey. These are compliments to me okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*GRINS*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7521397-116980862801014894?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/116980862801014894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=116980862801014894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/116980862801014894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/116980862801014894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2007/01/spongebob-craze.html' title='spongebob craze!'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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-7521397.post-116912998590201726</id><published>2007-01-18T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T22:22:38.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>syc</title><content type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better shut up all i can and like at least show that i am paying my fullest attention to my balancing SYC classes so at least i can get my class participation marks. Because i already fail my second project because of plagarism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So dont talk to me during SYC class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 MORE DAYS AND IT WILL BE SUNDAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7521397-116912998590201726?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/116912998590201726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=116912998590201726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/116912998590201726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/116912998590201726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2007/01/syc.html' title='syc'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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-7521397.post-116904918236607704</id><published>2007-01-17T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T23:53:44.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ARGH@!</title><content type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FARK YOU LAH SCHOOL. BLARDY HELL. AND WHY IS IT SO LONG TO WAIT FOR SUNDAY. MAMAAAA!!! I NEED YOU LAH. ABANGMI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;GOANDDIEYOUJACKASSIZZAH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7521397-116904918236607704?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/116904918236607704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=116904918236607704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/116904918236607704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/116904918236607704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2007/01/argh.html' title='ARGH@!'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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-7521397.post-116740261898356291</id><published>2006-12-29T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T22:48:37.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>resolution.</title><content type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New year resolutions for 2007:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get a driving liscence by the end of 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to talk too much about others. No more gossips. No more Izzah, just let people carry their own sins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To show aprreciation for my loved ones even &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt; obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Not to be late anymore for any appointments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to be lembik. But a stronger girl. I will stand up for my right and will not let people step over my head. In whatever areas. For my family for my love for the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont laugh at least i have a resolution and vision of life not like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama, in exactly one and a half hour time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday ! I miss you please come back home safely we will be waiting .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7521397-116740261898356291?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/116740261898356291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=116740261898356291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/116740261898356291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/116740261898356291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2006/12/resolution.html' title='resolution.'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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-7521397.post-116660879839934354</id><published>2006-12-20T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T17:59:58.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for you yep..</title><content type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO WORLD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im just back from YEP Meals- On- Wheels. This will prolly be the last YEP gathering.. Sad right. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT WHO CARES! I totally enjoyed myself today! Its like, i donno.. When i reached home just now, and saw my DPIP Berry's Adventure book that i have just done with Yaya yesterday, the project that was so emotional, so tense, the project that made me dislike Nicole even more, the project that made me cry after yaya have left and the whole situation that made me cry this morning. When i looked at the book, im like, "huh? all these were just yesterday? JUST YESTERDAY??!!" And i felt that it had past like so long already. REALLY. Like after all the laughters and cock talking and lame joking and everything were done with the NP Olympians, i felt like i were with them like forever. When it is only from 8 30 to 12 30... Really man. I dont really know how to describe the feeling but yah.. D u noe what i mean, world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i learnt something new. I not only have to work hard, i also have to enjoy  myself REALLY HARD. I had been treating myself too hard and harsh lah lately, i dont want to be depressed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*nodds.* the feeling after the destress with np olympians is realli worth it. I felt calmer now, so i can get started with my next assignment now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bravo izzah! WAY TO GO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first i tot Meals on wheels means we have to deliver trays of food to elderlys on wheelchairs that is like sitting in a line, waiting for us to come one by one in a canteen or something. But obviously, i got it all wrong! We are supposed to DELIVER the food. We were given several house units for us to go to and deliver. Then we have to do some surveys on other house units. I have to do that survey on this malay uncle- "Jawahe" &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;THAT IS REALLY HIS NAME I AM NOT JOKING! PI JAWAA N PI JAHE!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;(more exclamation marks!) He is really very warm and he invited us to get in house several times!! So heart warming right.. And Mira say looking at my face, any elderly will melt. hahahahahahh like wth! He say i have the grandaughter face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, its a very meaningful and heartwarming experience. I was grouped with Mira, Mutu=) and Lin Han. Oh did i mentioned Fuhai went MIA? =( I missed him terribly. He actuali msged me he's coming but yeah donno where he is today. Anyway, yeah the experience. It really made me love my grandparents even more. I dont want them to end up like the elderlys that we have just served. So sad, no families, pathetic food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then all the way throughout the journey, i was talking and talking non stop with Mutu.. Realli man, reminds me the time we took trishaw together and on the plane back to Singapore. Haiz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that i have seen them and the missing feeling have disappeared a little, but RIGHT THIS INSANT, i still do miss them. LOL. I donno why issit that way lah. I donno maybe for that whole two weeks, we shared alot, ALOT. Even tho i did not talk to people like Alvin and Roger at all during HCP, now, just to look at their faces or listen to their voices will just make me feel calmer and remind me of thailand. I dont know lah. Maybe im abit too much and you may think i am exaggerating, world, but no that is really what im feeling. Wierd. Maybe its because i have really learnt to appreaciate everyone around me really well and really show it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, all of us np olympains have shared the same experience for the memorable two weeks, therefore they will always be remembered in my heart and i will &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;never get sick talking about them&lt;/span&gt; or saying i miss you to them no matter how long the Chiang Rai trip have past. It will never turn basi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. But Frinks and Besties, don worry u also have a part of my heart. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEP is so great! YEP is the one where i meet all the wonderfull np olympians, meaningful and overwhelming thailand experience, YEP is where i met the special needs people even before i start doing the Pyschology on specail needs module,YEP is where i met all the heart warming and pityfull elderlys, YEP is the one who made all my experience complete and made me become a better youth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you YEP. This is for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2258/465/1600/278215/e%20commuity%20hall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2258/465/320/459028/e%20commuity%20hall.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7521397-116660879839934354?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/116660879839934354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=116660879839934354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/116660879839934354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/116660879839934354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2006/12/for-you-yep.html' title='for you yep..'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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-7521397.post-116654222185060485</id><published>2006-12-19T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T23:30:21.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate me.</title><content type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH BLARDY HELL WHO THE HELL CARES ABOUT HIATUSING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY THE HELL DO WE NEED TO LIVE IN THIS WORLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY CANT WE ALL ONE FAMILY DIE AT THE SAME TIME AND JUST..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH WHY IS SCHOOLING SO STRESSFUL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY LAH BELO BABI FCUKING BLARDY MOMOK GONJOL GILAAN GOBLOK ARGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ihatemeihateme.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7521397-116654222185060485?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/116654222185060485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=116654222185060485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/116654222185060485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/116654222185060485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-hate-me.html' title='i hate me.'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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-7521397.post-116592943954535983</id><published>2006-12-12T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T21:19:45.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on hiatus</title><content type='html'>"Fame is the scentless sunflower with gaudy crown of gold,&lt;br /&gt;But friendship is the breathing of rose, with sweets in every fold"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Izzah fine thank youu but Izzah have to be on hiatus for quite some time because Izzah is a very busy woman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO~ before hiatusing, some things to wrap Izzah up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Izzah saw Taufik's head on Taufik's birthday 10 Dec 06. Izzah dont believe that Izzah is THAT close to Taufik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Izzah will miss Izzah parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Izzah is still waiting for Abang Mi's return. Izzah donno what the hell Izzah is thinking that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Izzah's Abang Qil lay on Izzah's lap yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Izzah is super duper stress and Izzah feel like going to somewhere and shout everything in Izzah's heart and mind out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not Izzah want to quit school and get married and get babies. NO MORE LBR OKAY SINGAPORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Izzah miss Frinks too much already. And besties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Izzah want to get Gunawan or Tengku Ryan for Izzah's life partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEY HIKMAH DABIS! I LOVE EVERY PART OF THE FINALE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if fate ever make Izzah go first, please remember that Izzah will always love youu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2258/465/1600/51107/meeee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2258/465/320/283483/meeee.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7521397-116592943954535983?l=izzy_owen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/feeds/116592943954535983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7521397&amp;postID=116592943954535983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/116592943954535983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7521397/posts/default/116592943954535983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://izzy_owen.blogspot.com/2006/12/on-hiatus.html' title='on hiatus'/><author><name>&amp;gt;&amp;gt;izZy_lop_owen&amp;lt;&amp;lt;</name><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></feed>
