<?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-8603411339435320249</id><updated>2012-02-04T06:25:21.862+08:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='Life'/><category term='animals'/><category term='Kuching'/><category term='HATE'/><category term='celebrities'/><category term='rights'/><category term='Beauty'/><category term='HEELARIOUS'/><category term='music'/><category term='Liza'/><category term='Malaysia'/><category term='Family and friends'/><title type='text'>My Name is Liza Kay</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mynameislizakay.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameislizakay.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Liza Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623048781581534140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Syq1ubeExLI/AAAAAAAAAVk/WDgHqteZYgc/S220/PB231358.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>83</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603411339435320249.post-2996907369392713779</id><published>2012-01-20T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T15:54:22.882+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Update that no one will read</title><content type='html'>I am horrible in blogging now. I barely go on facebook as well and I'm damn proud of myself for doing so!&lt;br /&gt;I believe there's more to life than blogs, google+, facebook and what's that thing called again... yea, &lt;b&gt;TWITTER&lt;/b&gt;(I personally don't use twitter, I'm just saying because most people I know do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's been about half a year, of which I've devoted to LIVING.&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I don't live in a cave, unless you count &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;BANGI &lt;/span&gt;as a secluded sad cave. I still do go on youtube and&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt; google is still my 2nd brain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, so... yeah :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I'm only blogging because I've fallen sick and when you're sick, you don't feel like going out or ... taking bath. So... I was reading my old posts, and realized how lame and dramatic I was (still am a little bit sadly ) and I am looking through the list of promises I made myself. I wanna see I've accomplished them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq" style="color: #444444;"&gt;So I've decided to draft a list of things I&lt;b&gt; MUST&lt;/b&gt; do this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Wear makeup AT LEAST once a week (trust me, this one is TOUGH NOW)&lt;br /&gt;2. Get my hair done every 5months, to use a hair treatment every week.&lt;br /&gt;3. Use more sunscreen (YES)&lt;br /&gt;4. Call my old friends, or at least chat with em on facebook.&lt;br /&gt;5. Buy a pair of heels (My mum offered, but I opted for a pair of Converse shoes. SHAME ON ME. LOL. I'll try again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Work out everyday. THIS DOES NOT INCLUDE PARKING THE CAR AND WALKING TO CLASS.&lt;br /&gt;7. Weigh myself every week (6 &amp;amp;7 go hand in hand) and to reach my ultimate goal weight I once achieved in form 6 by August.&lt;br /&gt;8. Study everyday til my eyes feel as heavy as Kelly Clarkson's arms.&lt;br /&gt;9. &amp;nbsp;REPLY MESSAGES whether on Facebook or to my phone - I'm extremely guilty of not doing this&lt;br /&gt;10. Party in Amsterdam in May.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and let me tell you... most of them... were accomplished. LOL. I'm surprised myself to be honest. Ok, let's review that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; text-align: center;"&gt;So I've decided to draft a list of things I&lt;b&gt; MUST&lt;/b&gt; do this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Wear makeup AT LEAST once a week (trust me, this one is TOUGH NOW)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;*I started wearing makeup again, and I regret. My skin looks horrid, ok, not so bad la. OK FINE, it's my fault because I hate face powder, so I use body powder and now my pores are clogged and I have pimples and I'm.. I DONT CARE. I will never look like Adrianna Lima anyway, so.. so what. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Get my hair done every 5months, to use a hair treatment every week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u style="color: black;"&gt;*I can't believe this was on the list, how shallow was I. Anyway, my hair looks healthier now. Much much healthier. After leaving it alone, and allowing it to heal, oh, and I cut my hair very short, and now it's long again, and healthy and better looking :)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Use more sunscreen (YES)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="color: black;"&gt;*Fail. I is lazy&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Call my old friends, or at least chat with em on facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="color: black;"&gt;I did. I did. Ok, I reply 80% of my texts, and I don't go on facebook much, so... fail la. Partially. GOOD NEWS: I check my emailS often.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TRzUIZT6ZWI/AAAAAAAAAuE/Jqx0-Wn-fiw/s1600/friends-season.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;  5. Buy a pair of heels (My mum offered, but I opted for a pair of Converse shoes. SHAME ON ME. LOL. I'll try again)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;*LOL. I sounded like such a bimbo dumb dumb. I hate heels. I buy heels once in 2 years. I invest in pricey flip flops because who the hell wants to suffer with posture problems at 80? Not me. I'm from Sarawak, we like to look all "Bohemian-hippy-beach-y"... I sound dumb, go away. FAIL.&lt;br style="color: #444444;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TRzUJv-mLHI/AAAAAAAAAuI/n1tDaflH-SY/s1600/Tall+Girls+wearing+heels+Alexander+Wang+in+Vogue.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #444444;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;  6. Work out everyday. THIS DOES NOT INCLUDE PARKING THE CAR AND WALKING TO CLASS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;*HAHAHHAHAHHAHAHHAHHAH. EVERYONE I've met has complimented my dramatic weightGAIN. I look like kelly clarkson. Why am I laughing? Oh yea, because last night, I had a whole pizza to myself for dinner and downed it with coke. This is very bad, I know. I'll exercise... tomorrow.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br style="color: #444444;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TRzUjNDW7rI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/UtvRZcQtmiE/s1600/BurnFat.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #444444;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;  7. Weigh myself every week (6 &amp;amp;7 go hand in hand) and to reach my ultimate goal weight I once achieved in form 6 by August.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;*I was a very self conscious girl in form 6. I lost 12 kilos in 2-3 months. I cried because someone said I looked better, know why? Because I wanted someone to say I looked underweight. I was a mess. I am so glad those days are over. I do not enjoy being a bulimic self conscious, exercise freak anymore. I love myself. I will lose weight at my own pace. Go away.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br style="color: #444444;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #444444;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;  8. Study everyday til my eyes feel as heavy as Kelly Clarkson's arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;* I do study more often. I really do hope it paid off this semester. This one is just so sensitive. I feel like a sinner just talking about it. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br style="color: #444444;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #444444;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TRzU9Ua_xFI/AAAAAAAAAuU/052HnOBcTmE/s1600/3421222-studying-hard.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #444444; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;9. &amp;nbsp;REPLY MESSAGES whether on Facebook or to my phone - I'm extremely guilty of not doing this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;*Deja vu. I do reply but I barely go on FB, but I'd say I reply more often now. So, YES. ACCOMPLISHED.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br style="color: #444444;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #444444;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;  10. Party in Amsterdam in May.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;*HAHAHHAHAHHAHAH. I partially failed. I went to Amsterdam in May alright. Sadly, I didn't party. I hate clubs now. I mean, hate. I barely drink alcohol anymore. I don't want to end up looking like a 60 year old at 40. Side note: Amsterdam was lame. It wasn;t that fun, besides the AMSTERDAM DUNGEON, it wasn't that awesome. I felt like I was in a lego town. I saw a lot of penis shaped souvenirs. Didn't buy any, I should have bought a penis shaped magnet for my mum and dad so they can show it off on our fridge. I tried "eating a sandwich" for the first and last time in my life LEGALLY. I hated it. The end.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq" style="color: #444444;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;u style="color: black;"&gt;My conclusion? I have turned into a boring mother like person who cares more about how much money I will have so I can have a nice house, enough to travel the world and enough to send my kids to private schools so they won't end up "brainwashed" like me, and I want them to be more stuck up&lt;b&gt; so I can dislike them&lt;/b&gt;.. and to have my own reality show I know, my goals are very special. Thank you. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, no, on a more serious note. I really do want a good life, don't we all? I don't want my kids to look back and feel embarrassed that their mother's a complete loser. I am certainly upset with the way I acted before, I have regrets, I never believe in "having no regrets". We have regrets, we're human.&lt;strike&gt; The same way God regrets when he created my housemates and Kim Kardashian&lt;/strike&gt;.&amp;nbsp; The least we can do is try to fix tomorrow and make the best of today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8603411339435320249-2996907369392713779?l=mynameislizakay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/2996907369392713779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/2996907369392713779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameislizakay.blogspot.com/2012/01/update-that-no-one-will-read.html' title='Update that no one will read'/><author><name>Liza Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623048781581534140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Syq1ubeExLI/AAAAAAAAAVk/WDgHqteZYgc/S220/PB231358.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603411339435320249.post-3244247829982942946</id><published>2011-11-20T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T19:34:22.953+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>I pledge to NEVER eat at McDonalds ever again</title><content type='html'>Disgusting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed allowscriptaccess="always" height="255" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" quality="high" src="http://www.petatv.com/swf/video.swf?v=McCruelty_8thcut_final_2_12_09-STD_high" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="335"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mccruelty.com/default.aspx?c=mdvec09"&gt;McCruelty: I'm Hatin' It--Learn More.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same goes for kfc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Don't give me crap about how it's "normal" to kill animals for meat. Yes, people eat meat, but there are more humane ways to slaughter animals by the way.Plus, to each his own. To me, I refuse to give my money to money hungry corporations like KFC and McD with horrid animal welfare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8603411339435320249-3244247829982942946?l=mynameislizakay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/3244247829982942946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/3244247829982942946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameislizakay.blogspot.com/2011/11/i-pledge-to-never-eat-at-mcdonalds-ever.html' title='I pledge to NEVER eat at McDonalds ever again'/><author><name>Liza Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623048781581534140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Syq1ubeExLI/AAAAAAAAAVk/WDgHqteZYgc/S220/PB231358.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603411339435320249.post-6313943770369037519</id><published>2011-11-16T20:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T20:26:05.370+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>I'm angry, and no, I'm not a bird</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time, these 3 hideous ugly witches ganged up on a young maiden. They made her feel like an alien, they allocated a separate rubbish bin for her, they made her pay gold coins for the bills and they spoke in a foreign language whenever she was around so she would not understand.&lt;br /&gt;These 3 ugly women grew up to become even uglier monsters and they blew up and they were forgotten. The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only fairytales were true :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-size: large;"&gt;"Someday, I'll be living in a big ol city and all you're ever gonna be is mean, someday I'll be big enough so you can't hit me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: large;"&gt;"With that same&amp;nbsp; big loud opinion but nobody's listening, washed up and ranting about the same ol bitter things... All you are is mean, and a &lt;b&gt;liar&lt;/b&gt;, and pathetic, and &lt;b&gt;alone in life&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, one day, someone will hit you back, no, it's not just karma, it's called my God protects me, One day, when you pull the same mean tricks you pull on someone who's NOT afraid to hurt you back, you'll see why it pays to be nicer.Thank God for Taylor Swift's therapeutic songs and thank God for the fact this is temporary! :}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8603411339435320249-6313943770369037519?l=mynameislizakay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/6313943770369037519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/6313943770369037519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameislizakay.blogspot.com/2011/11/im-angry-and-no-im-not-bird.html' title='I&apos;m angry, and no, I&apos;m not a bird'/><author><name>Liza Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623048781581534140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Syq1ubeExLI/AAAAAAAAAVk/WDgHqteZYgc/S220/PB231358.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603411339435320249.post-1306687307079927077</id><published>2011-09-23T01:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T01:46:57.692+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>I despise animal abuse</title><content type='html'>Wow. I've not blogged in &lt;b&gt;AGES&lt;/b&gt;. Does anyone even read my blog anymore? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. It's been a great summer break. 4 months of pure laziness, adventure and ... stuff. Man, am I poetic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, I'll get to that later. I have this thing that's been on my mind for ..like. ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Animals. Yes... animals. AGAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I was collecting my laundry from this area not so far from my uni and decided to stop for some coffee at this cafe nearby. While I was enjoying my very BLAND coffee, I noticed there were these 2 stray kittens and one kitten was obviously hungry and a lil naughty :) but I guess, not everyone loves kittens, so the waiter, brought that kitten really far away from the cafe, where you ask? I have no idea, but what I noticed was, when the kitten came running back, it was wet, and yes, it was raining. I suppose he left it in the rain. That... B@s.. I shall refrain from cursing. Imagine that! That poor darling was soaking wet. I swear, if that happened in Kuching, I'd bring both kittens back to my place, but unfortunately enough, my housemates here do not like... animals. sigh. I found this one kitten last year in the Kajang wet market, I walked past her, and turned back, she could barely meow, her mouth was wide open, gasping for air, yet no sound was heard, I wanted to leave her there because I did not know where to keep her. She was rather thin, and very young. Well, one year - 5 vaccinations - a one way air ticket later, she's now safe and sound at home in Kuching, with my family. I brought her back during the start of my holiday and she's healthy, a little sneaky and sooooooo precious to me I swear. I love her so much. I love all my pets, and I miss them so much :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was sometime in January this year when my boyfriend and I were eating out somewhere in Kuching, and as we were heading back to the car, we spotted(I did la, but David still claims he did) a small kitten, she was very skinny, her tummy was bloated and she stank :D She was playing with an empty egg shell and she was next to a rubbish bin and there were cars around... and yes, I brought her back. 8 months - MANY KGs later, she's safe and sound at home, she's not skinny anymore, nope, she's SO FAT I swear. Even the vet asked my mum how did Cookie get so fat! I suppose my love for animals is hereditary (ok fine, I know it's IMPOSSIBLE, but let me sound smart for once). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok fine, I get it, not everyone loves animals but... I just can't understand why. I love animals so much I swear. EVERYTIME I see a starving stray, or a wounded animal, an animal that's been run over, or one of those documentaries on animals being hunted for *insert name of animal body part the heartless poachers from China believe can cure whatever it is they're suffering from*, I just.. cry. I feel SO sad. It breaks my heart damn it! My boyfriend knows me so well, he'll know exactly why I am quiet and he knows exactly the right words to say( even then, words are just not enough). I just... do not get why some people must go to the extent of hurting animals. I know, some may be allergic, or for some, it's going against a religion to go near a certain type of animal, which I understand are perfectly fine, but why must some hurt animals? And yes, I still eat meat :( but, torturing animals and hunting for food are two TOTALLY different things, my friend said it's a lot like comparing a rapist with a guy jerking off. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get so... fish-ing pissed when people abuse animals for ... fun. All these expletives and curses come out of my mouth, I literally mean every word. Phew. It's not just anger, it's sadness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animals have feelings too btw, What sickens me is how people keep pets, but treat them like crap. What's the point then?&amp;nbsp; Oh, another thing which pisses me off to no end is how, people love saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't like keeping LOCAL animals/STRAY animals as pets, I prefer the IMPORTED ones because they're better looking"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, isn't that so... inconsiderate and heartless. I sometimes feel like answering:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I'D RATHER WATCH SOME EXOTIC 5'11 MODEL STARE AT THE SKY ALL DAY THAN LOOK AT YOUR ROJAK FACE BECAUSE YOU'RE LOCAL (I don't mean it, I'm just proving a point)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pet will stay loyal to you even if you treat it like crap, and how can it not sicken you to think of how patient it waits for you to get back yet all you do is just forget to feed it, or not pet it? Or how can it not make you sad that it cries for you when it's soaked under the rain because you did not lengthen its leash so it's without shade?&amp;nbsp; :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.If you're actually reading my dead blog, please please please remember to take extra care of your pets, or adopt one, or care for a stray or whatever it is. There are just so many ways to care. Donate to the &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;SPCA&lt;/span&gt;, lengthen the length of your dog's leash, let it go at night to run around, bring it for a walk, prepare some proper food for your cat, play with it, keep it safe, check if it's near your car before you drive out, keep it safe, sigh, so many things. A lot of people say they'd love to travel to a distant part of the world to save some dying species, and though I think it's noble and awesome, I'd start here. I'll start here. Right here first because that's just the way it should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good link&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.piaberrend.org/animals-their-natural-rights-which-must-be-acknowledged-in-every-country-s-law/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you read about the whole Pulau Ketam issue? I'd rather not type about it here, still hurts me so much. When will our government realize animals have the right to live as well? RM 200 is the max fine for killing/abusing an animal. THAT'S RIDICULOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;If a man aspires towards a righteous life, his first act of abstinence is from injury to animals.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;- Leo Tolstoy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be judged  by the way its animals are treated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;- Mahatma Gandhi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something to think about. Sigh. I miss my Cheezel, Chimmy(Chonga), Cookie and Schnitzel :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* why are all my pets named after food?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8603411339435320249-1306687307079927077?l=mynameislizakay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/1306687307079927077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/1306687307079927077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameislizakay.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-despise-animal-abuse.html' title='I despise animal abuse'/><author><name>Liza Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623048781581534140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Syq1ubeExLI/AAAAAAAAAVk/WDgHqteZYgc/S220/PB231358.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603411339435320249.post-894825577972316743</id><published>2011-06-22T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T22:14:01.333+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liza'/><title type='text'>Turning 22</title><content type='html'>I'm turning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dum dum dum dum!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22 YEARS OLD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every birthday I've had, I would never fail to remind everyone, but this year, I only did a little reminding, almost next to none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 12, you just cannot wait to turn 13 because at 13, you'll finally be in high school with "cute 16 year old boys"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 14, you cannot wait to turn 17 because you'll finally be old enough to drive and at 17, you can't wait to turn 18 because of two words: Legal Eagle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 20, after the clubbing phase slowly dies down, you cannot wait to turn 21 because at 21, everything legal, is legal for you, like voting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 21, there's nothing cool about turning 22!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gah. Whatever lahh. I'd better get a cake tomorrow from someone, or I'll just stay in bed listening to Lionel Richie songs while reading RETIREMENT HOME brochures :O&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8603411339435320249-894825577972316743?l=mynameislizakay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/894825577972316743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/894825577972316743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameislizakay.blogspot.com/2011/06/turning-22.html' title='Turning 22'/><author><name>Liza Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623048781581534140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Syq1ubeExLI/AAAAAAAAAVk/WDgHqteZYgc/S220/PB231358.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603411339435320249.post-2615150164676012359</id><published>2011-04-15T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T16:57:01.048+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>mean</title><content type='html'>You call me fake, you call me mean, you call me a bitch, you talk bad about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes, It does hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to claim that it does not affect me, because I'm human, I have feelings and it does hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if &amp;nbsp;I've said anything about you I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If &amp;nbsp;I didn't and you're blowing it out of proportion, God bless you, because I hope karma hits you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be so mean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8603411339435320249-2615150164676012359?l=mynameislizakay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/2615150164676012359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/2615150164676012359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameislizakay.blogspot.com/2011/04/mean.html' title='mean'/><author><name>Liza Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623048781581534140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Syq1ubeExLI/AAAAAAAAAVk/WDgHqteZYgc/S220/PB231358.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603411339435320249.post-201054271315234999</id><published>2011-01-02T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T22:39:35.568+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>I don't Want to Grow Up</title><content type='html'>This is once again gonna sound very very corny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll probably make me sound like a die hard Taylor Swift fan but yeah, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'll risk it&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was listening to a song on her album called "&lt;b&gt;Never Grow Up&lt;/b&gt;", and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #ffd966;"&gt;BAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, it hit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;I'm not 13 anymore&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wear &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;rose &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;tinted glasses anymore, I'm not in high school anymore, I don't go around with my &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;walkman &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up. For a second, it may seem like a good thing, but then other factors come to mind&lt;b&gt;...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum's not 45 anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad's not 50 anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chimmy's not a kitten anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crystal is turning 19 in a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I barely go out with them when I'm in Kuching anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 8months in a year, I'm not at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and that's when it starts sinking in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying my parents or my cat or my dog are crippled ol' senior citizens but, every second, every joke, every moment, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;passes by like the wind&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I remember being 12 on the last day of school. Crying my eyes out, along with the rest of my classmates, because we were moving on to secondary school.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;When I was 16, I looked back and laughed, thinking to myself of how silly I was to cry JUST BECAUSE I was moving on to high school.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Now I'm 21 (turning 22 this June) , and I wish, I could go back =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember being 10 years old, in Target, looking through the books on sale, and a book on Puberty caught my eye. At the time, I wanted it SO badly. I wanted to grow up so fast, I wanted to be 16, I wanted to be anything but a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I look back and wish I had picked up a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #ea9999;"&gt;Barbie doll&lt;/span&gt; instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember being 15 years old when my parents allowed my friends and I to stay a weekend away in Damai for the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #b6d7a8;"&gt;Rainforest World Music Festival&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in 2004, and I was ecstatic! I recall shooing my parents away so my friends and I could have more time to ourselves because we were &lt;b&gt;FIFTEEN &lt;/b&gt;and we weren't "kids" anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I seriously would love to bring my parents along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say the older you get, the wiser you become, and to a certain extent, I agree, but at the same time, we look back only to regret and to "wish" we had done this and not done that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, I wish, to feel that feeling once again of being 15 or 14 again, innocent yet adventurous at the same time. I know I had horrid fashion sense( Some may agree that I still do :D), I had those horrid rose tinted glasses, I spoke too fast, I stumbled when I spoke. I know I didn't have as much "freedom" to go out the way I do now. I know I couldn't drive, nor did I receive anything more than rm3 a day for school. I know I was "embarrassed" to be seen with my parents, but guess what? &lt;b&gt;I WANT IT SO BADLY&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not scared to grow old, because I'm forever young in Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not afraid to "lose" anyone, because Christ has overcome death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I sure would like to go back once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The older we get, the more "logical" we get. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The more we analyze, scrutinize, the more we "realize" how a certain something really works instead of looks.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In high school, Rainforest music fest was like.... a magical fun escape from the "harsh" realities of "secondary school" and "mean boys who ignore us", in other words, it was great, but now, after attending the last one, Rainforest music fest feels like "&lt;b&gt;sarawak cultural village + mud + bad music + mud + expensive food + a whole lot of teenagers(damn I feel old)&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, even now, I'm sick of clubbing, and it's only been a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, everyone grows up, and that, I agree, but sometimes, we take advantage of that. We exploit the time we have, we take advantage of the time certain people would spend with us, we become pessimistic grouchy critics in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people may have unrealistic/&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #ffe599;"&gt;colourful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; resolutions for the new year, but I believe I only have one, and that is to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e;"&gt;NOT GROW OLD, BUT TO GROW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will spend more time with the Lord, so he'll be able to show me how to spend time with those around me, whether they be family or friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To show me how to appreciate things around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;To show me I'm still 21 years young and my parents are merely teenagers in disguise&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To show me friendships can last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To show me a world filled with forgiveness, optimism and love can be so much better than the opposite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I disliked &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Swift&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, this song of hers, really did make me tear up. 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8603411339435320249-201054271315234999?l=mynameislizakay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/201054271315234999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/201054271315234999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameislizakay.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-dont-want-to-grow-up.html' title='I don&apos;t Want to Grow Up'/><author><name>Liza Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623048781581534140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Syq1ubeExLI/AAAAAAAAAVk/WDgHqteZYgc/S220/PB231358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TSCIIdZJoHI/AAAAAAAAAuc/Rjy5JEGTBMA/s72-c/100_1320.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603411339435320249.post-3665001074168616215</id><published>2010-12-31T03:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T03:23:43.815+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Hello and a Confusing New Year</title><content type='html'>God,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's december already, wait no, it's almost January! It's been a year =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may sound really corny but I think the motto for the following year shall be "&lt;b&gt;SPEAK NOW&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't judge nme, I bought Taylor Swift's album and I agree with the mediocre singer &lt;i&gt;(I said she can't sing, I never said her songs suck&lt;/i&gt;). SPEAK NOW. It's now or never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 21 yet I feel very very bored. I don't see the need to apply eyeliner, I don't see the need to run until the scale screams "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;YOU'RE FIT ENOUGH&lt;/span&gt;!", I don't feel the need to call or reply my friends,to speak out the way I would before, I don't see the need to talk or &amp;nbsp;I don't see the need to apologize to those who've scarred me, I don't see the need to down shot after shot, to buy the highest heels or to paint a facade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL I WANNA DO IS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spend time with my family, to go on dinners with them, to hug my pets, to hug my boyfriend, to watch gLee, to do well in my studies, to travel, to get married in Vegas!(lol), to sing my heart out in a Rascal Flatts concert, to have him by my side, to trust in God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a year, and things have changed. ALOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would ask "What's a year?" in the past. Heck. Now I'm confirming that A year is most definitely something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would i say i've matured? Maybe. It pretty much depends on your definition of mature. While I most definitely agree with my metamorphosis in character...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is worrying is this&lt;/b&gt;... I know wearing makeup seems as much of a chore to me as washing dishes but I'm 21, and I'm young, I wanna have the chance to slap on layers of makeup like Taylor Momsen before I become a mum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d;"&gt;I know the thought of parties bore me but I'm 21 and I should be able to go to a club with my friends, to dance in my highest heels one more time before I completely give up on the idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I used to be a total health nut, what with all the workouts and stuff, and how now I couldn't care less but I admit, I had fun working out before, it wasn't just because I wanted to fit into an &lt;i&gt;S&lt;/i&gt; sized pair of skinny jeans but because it was fun to run while listening to my iPod on full blast, neglecting the world as I ran, feeling awesome doing so. Plus, I've all these amazing clothes in my closetS which cant fit anymore BOO HOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TRzUKsch3SI/AAAAAAAAAuM/P30gB4jfW1o/s1600/TAYLOR-MOMSEN.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="273" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TRzUKsch3SI/AAAAAAAAAuM/P30gB4jfW1o/s320/TAYLOR-MOMSEN.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;she looks like a zombie panda baby&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I know I don't wanna apologize to those who've scarred me, to those who are still talking bad about me, but there's one thing I've learnt this year and that is "&lt;b&gt;JESUS LOVES M&lt;/b&gt;E". If I, a sinner as soiled as the rest of the world, am accepted by his grace, why can't I forgive? It says forgive, it never says forget. SO THERE, I FORGIVE YOU, and I'll be nice to you, you and you. If you choose to ignore me, or to talk bad about me, may God be my defense, and all the best to you, I'll ignore you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've decided to draft a list of things I&lt;b&gt; MUST&lt;/b&gt; do this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Wear makeup AT LEAST once a week (trust me, this one is TOUGH NOW)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Get my hair done every 5months, to use a hair treatment every week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Use more sunscreen (YES)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Call my old friends, or at least chat with em on facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TRzUIZT6ZWI/AAAAAAAAAuE/Jqx0-Wn-fiw/s1600/friends-season.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TRzUIZT6ZWI/AAAAAAAAAuE/Jqx0-Wn-fiw/s320/friends-season.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Buy a pair of heels (My mum offered, but I opted for a pair of Converse shoes. SHAME ON ME. LOL. I'll try again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TRzUJv-mLHI/AAAAAAAAAuI/n1tDaflH-SY/s1600/Tall+Girls+wearing+heels+Alexander+Wang+in+Vogue.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="220" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TRzUJv-mLHI/AAAAAAAAAuI/n1tDaflH-SY/s320/Tall+Girls+wearing+heels+Alexander+Wang+in+Vogue.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Work out everyday. THIS DOES NOT INCLUDE PARKING THE CAR AND WALKING TO CLASS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TRzUjNDW7rI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/UtvRZcQtmiE/s1600/BurnFat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="272" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TRzUjNDW7rI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/UtvRZcQtmiE/s320/BurnFat.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Weigh myself every week (6 &amp;amp;7 go hand in hand) and to reach my ultimate goal weight I once achieved in form 6 by August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Study everyday til my eyes feel as heavy as Kelly Clarkson's arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TRzU9Ua_xFI/AAAAAAAAAuU/052HnOBcTmE/s1600/3421222-studying-hard.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TRzU9Ua_xFI/AAAAAAAAAuU/052HnOBcTmE/s1600/3421222-studying-hard.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &amp;nbsp;REPLY MESSAGES whether on Facebook or to my phone - I'm extremely guilty of not doing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Party in Amsterdam in May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TRzVR22S_dI/AAAAAAAAAuY/IsIKT7mZJQ0/s1600/holland1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TRzVR22S_dI/AAAAAAAAAuY/IsIKT7mZJQ0/s320/holland1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEY WILL BE DONE... or, I could ignore the list and buy a bag of chocolate covered almonds and download gLee. Hmm. Nah, I'll stick to the list :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAKE NOTE:&lt;b&gt; ALL PHOTOS DO NOT BELONG TO ME&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy new year friends! Don't waste it, not even for a second because in one year, you can:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breakupGainweightLoseweightGrowUpLoseafriendafterafightLoseafriendduetoacaraccidentRIProbinGetanAGetanEFallinloveagainForgiveLearntodriveLearntoforgetEarnmoneyLosemoneyLearntodanceLearntoclubGetatattooGetanothertattooPartywithgaysFallforoneMakehimyourbestfriendLoseapartofyouLearnhowmuchgodlovesyouMakenewfriendsBuyacarFindastrayLovethestrayCryinpublicGetdrunkandpubliclyembarrassyourselfWatchafriendgetdrunkandpubliclyembarrasshimselfLearntocookHaveacrushMoveonKissthatboyfromhighschoolFallinlovewithhimBepulledoverbythepoliceStraightenthatoutPHEWBegivenajobQuitthatjobBeofferedabetterjobBealoneonvalentinesdayNotbealoneonyourbirthdayandhisbirthdayTurn21Turn18Turn52BowlagainGrowupLearnitsnotalwaysaboutthepartiesTrustGodLookbackandsay"idontregretnowthankgodthathappened"DiscoverhowbeautifulyourhometownreallyisDiscovertheworldOratleastplantotravelsomewherefaraloneStartablogShutdownablogBeafacebookaddictBlamefacebookforyourproblemsDeletefacebookFacebookagainWriteasongFallinlovewithadoctorwhollneverseeyouasanythingmorethanasillylilgirllolThrowyourmakeupandheelsasidebecausehelovesthewayyoulookwithoutthemGiveupnewyearsevepartyingbecausehewantsyouwithhimWatchyourmumanddadreceivemoreHaveafamilyreunionTalktothedjandpretendnothinghappenedLearntocookdriveandbuygroceriesaloneAttendaninvitationonlyfashionpartyWeardesignerclothesWearheavilydiscountedclothesWearashirtyoudusetosleeptoclassandtogooutbecauseyoucanfinallylookinthemirrorandsayIlookgoodKissaboywhosnotyoursbutmakehimyoursanywayThrowtwosurprisebirthdaysinayearLearntoheargodsvoiceandsomuchmore :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;t the end of the day, one year means so much because it's not just one thing, but a series of things that makes it worth crying once it reaches 12.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, Happy Blessed new year Friends (and family)&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt; =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8603411339435320249-3665001074168616215?l=mynameislizakay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/3665001074168616215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/3665001074168616215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameislizakay.blogspot.com/2010/12/hello-and-confusing-new-year.html' title='Hello and a Confusing New Year'/><author><name>Liza Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623048781581534140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Syq1ubeExLI/AAAAAAAAAVk/WDgHqteZYgc/S220/PB231358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TRzUKsch3SI/AAAAAAAAAuM/P30gB4jfW1o/s72-c/TAYLOR-MOMSEN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603411339435320249.post-2050350794746081146</id><published>2010-11-23T06:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T06:08:13.218+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrities'/><title type='text'>Much a do about Taylor-West</title><content type='html'>Call me outdated, but I JUST watched the 2010 VMAs. Back in the apartment I'm staying in when I'm not in Kuching, I don't get MTV and my broadband is slow as heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, there's all this talk about Taylor Swift's 'heartfelt' diss/indirect-apology/artistic/poetic song "Innocent".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most believe the song was written for Kanye, after what he did on stage during the 2009 VMAs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be completely honest, I'm not surprised she performed so as well. She's an obvious attention whore who uses the &lt;b&gt;drama &lt;/b&gt;to propel her fame. OH COME ON! We all agree! She can't sing! Her songs are so so, and with BETTER singers like Lea Michelle, it comes to no surprise, the drama in her lyrics are her weapon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TOrpWCWX9_I/AAAAAAAAAt0/6qKGItS38vY/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TOrpWCWX9_I/AAAAAAAAAt0/6qKGItS38vY/s400/images.jpg" width="293" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I watched her performance and I must say. Her singing is awful. Yea, I know, I can't sing either, but &lt;b&gt;I CAN SAY WHATEVER I WANT ON MY BLOG&lt;/b&gt;, and plus, I'm being honest. I really liked Taylor when she first came out, I have her whole album even, I really did like her, but after all the&amp;nbsp;unnecessary drama she's created, plus the "astounding" (&lt;i&gt;pfft&lt;/i&gt;.) discovery her songs sound the same, I&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; kicked the Taylor habit&lt;/span&gt;. I still think she's pretty though, does that count?&lt;br /&gt;Her singing is really bland. She sounds like one of those kids singing on stage during your mum's company picnic. &lt;i&gt;Ouch&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My conclusion:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a bad singer&lt;br /&gt;A good poet&lt;br /&gt;An &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;attention whore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let's move on to Kanye. Only one word may describe Kanye: &lt;i&gt;Douche&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TOrpXvBTQEI/AAAAAAAAAt8/z7fM777vp5c/s1600/lfg-kanye-west-vma-2010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TOrpXvBTQEI/AAAAAAAAAt8/z7fM777vp5c/s400/lfg-kanye-west-vma-2010.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I think he's a total douche. He's so full of himself it hurts, but yea, nonetheless, he's talented. MUCH MORE talented than Taylor. The only reason Taylor Swift's album overshot his on the charts is because she's pretty, and she dated half of hollywood. Back to Kanye, he's really talented, but I found his performance so unworthy of my time. Yes, I heard he received a standing ovation, so what? To me, he sucked. Ok, he didn't suck &lt;i&gt;per se&lt;/i&gt;, but he wasn't amazing. It's like this, Taylor Swift's talent level= Low, so I wouldn't really expect much from her live. Kanye West's talent level= high, therefore I expected more, but I got '&lt;i&gt;meh&lt;/i&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My conclusion about Kanye:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talented&lt;br /&gt;A douche&lt;br /&gt;An&lt;b&gt; attention whore&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both their performances sucked to a certain extent, and no, I can't do better, I'm reviewing, not claiming I can perform better, &lt;i&gt;DUH&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, I did enjoy performances by Justin Bieber(don't hate me), Eminem and Rihanna. All 3 were good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know Justin looks like a 16 year old butch with blonde hair, but he's talented, he may be mainstream, but I can bet all my expensive clothes, bags, makeup and shoes he can play the drums and sing better than most of us. THERE, I said it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TOrpW1DNQXI/AAAAAAAAAt4/Az_I0tvzNYA/s1600/images+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TOrpW1DNQXI/AAAAAAAAAt4/Az_I0tvzNYA/s400/images+%25281%2529.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked Eminem and Rihanna during their performance, sides, they've always been talented, so it came to NO surprise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. There. I blogged. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8603411339435320249-2050350794746081146?l=mynameislizakay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/2050350794746081146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/2050350794746081146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameislizakay.blogspot.com/2010/11/much-do-about-taylor-west.html' title='Much a do about Taylor-West'/><author><name>Liza Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623048781581534140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Syq1ubeExLI/AAAAAAAAAVk/WDgHqteZYgc/S220/PB231358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TOrpWCWX9_I/AAAAAAAAAt0/6qKGItS38vY/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603411339435320249.post-5444085397421149747</id><published>2010-10-14T05:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T05:20:57.593+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Teenage Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's been 4 months and 12 days since I said yes &amp;lt;3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;It's been 9 months and 16 days since the day he first held my hand :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It's been 32 days since I last met him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TLYVLDZibmI/AAAAAAAAAtk/cRWRqa-WyCY/s1600/davidisgai.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TLYVLDZibmI/AAAAAAAAAtk/cRWRqa-WyCY/s320/davidisgai.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TLYVWhCNpDI/AAAAAAAAAto/j9xlYBBE8ps/s1600/P6271623sssss.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TLYVWhCNpDI/AAAAAAAAAto/j9xlYBBE8ps/s320/P6271623sssss.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TLYV8tiHSOI/AAAAAAAAAts/5MmCKXs1E54/s1600/DSC01801.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TLYV8tiHSOI/AAAAAAAAAts/5MmCKXs1E54/s320/DSC01801.JPG" width="261" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TLYWNtQuOrI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Mk84CjLxuH0/s1600/DSC01881.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TLYWNtQuOrI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Mk84CjLxuH0/s320/DSC01881.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I miss him.loads.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls, just because you're heartbroken, it doesn't mean all men are bad. Forgive, and move on. You'll regret forever if you don't! I met the most annoying guy 5years ago and LOATHED him. Met him again on my birthday last year and LAUGHED AT him. Met him in December last year and was intrigued by him. Met him 32 days ago and I'm still in love with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just cause your relationship looks as if its to the point of hopeless. Remember that there's still tonnes of men (or women, whatever rocks YOUR boat) who may be just as good, if not, better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't hate your exes. something I had to learn, because yes, they did hurt you, they broke your heart, they stole your dog(???) but heck, they're helping you move forward to find a better man! Think about it *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not so much of the person you miss but the memories. It's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, if you feel as if you've not been getting much out of the relationship, move on for God's sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE LOVE LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love doesn't treat you bad, LOVE DOESN'T CHEAT ON YOU(I was never cheated on I suppose, so yes. Not about me) Love doesn't beat you up, or sells your car. That isn't love, that's torture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pack your bags and move on, get a new haircut, or a new bag, or a new aspect on life. It'll be a heck load better than being tortured.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8603411339435320249-5444085397421149747?l=mynameislizakay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/5444085397421149747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/5444085397421149747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameislizakay.blogspot.com/2010/10/teenage-dream.html' title='Teenage Dream'/><author><name>Liza Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623048781581534140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Syq1ubeExLI/AAAAAAAAAVk/WDgHqteZYgc/S220/PB231358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TLYVLDZibmI/AAAAAAAAAtk/cRWRqa-WyCY/s72-c/davidisgai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603411339435320249.post-3561388583871278894</id><published>2010-10-04T03:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T03:17:34.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There is. . .</title><content type='html'>Nothing wrong with being gay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing wrong with dying your hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To pierce your right eyebrow &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To scream when you're upset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To run when you're scared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To use lipstick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something wrong with those who don't do any living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve jobs created the iphone,God created humans.get it right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8603411339435320249-3561388583871278894?l=mynameislizakay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/3561388583871278894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/3561388583871278894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameislizakay.blogspot.com/2010/10/there-is.html' title='There is. . .'/><author><name>Liza Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623048781581534140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Syq1ubeExLI/AAAAAAAAAVk/WDgHqteZYgc/S220/PB231358.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603411339435320249.post-1963318154502783476</id><published>2010-09-28T02:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T02:15:56.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheesel the animal.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;After my groupmates and I finished out take home exam. Yes. Take home exam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;We had lunch in McD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;After McD, I went to the wet market to buy fish. YES. IN THE AFTERNOON. The smell!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;I was about to leave, and I saw a kitten, in a box, by the road. I walked away, I turned back. It looked sick. thirsty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;I asked the people nearby whether someone left her there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;I asked whether I could have it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;They said&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;"Tidak ada suara kucing ini! Tidak baik"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;This cat has no voice, not good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Arseholes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;I brought it back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;I cried in the car because it &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;looked as if it was gasping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Went around asking for directions to the nearest vet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Found one near my place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;"St. Angel's Veterinary clinic"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Bless their souls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;They gave her deworming medicine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Glucose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;some food&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;bought her kitten milk. Kitten food and a cage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;I now have a kitten in my apartment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;I don't know how some people have the guts, or the heart, to rid of animals&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;One day, I will open a sanctuary for stray animals like her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;I'm gonna buy two big bags of Alpo and friskies, and each time I see strays, I'll give them food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;I don't need to go to china to save the pandas, or africa to save the lions, AS MUCH I WANT TO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;I'll start here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;I'd be lying to myself if I were to say I don't care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;I do. so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TB_yBaH9NHI/AAAAAAAAApQ/oUfwJgcb2ps/s320/32584680_e779e6391156070120.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Schnitzel says yes to Cheesel!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TB_yBaH9NHI/AAAAAAAAApQ/oUfwJgcb2ps/s1600/32584680_e779e6391156070120.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TB_yBC5VuqI/AAAAAAAAApI/6mHFC5Glebo/s320/32584680_22c359521153045883.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;chimmy does NOT approve&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TB_yBC5VuqI/AAAAAAAAApI/6mHFC5Glebo/s1600/32584680_22c359521153045883.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;God give me the strength and the ability and the CAPABILITY to save these animals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8603411339435320249-1963318154502783476?l=mynameislizakay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/1963318154502783476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/1963318154502783476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameislizakay.blogspot.com/2010/09/cheesel-animal.html' title='Cheesel the animal.'/><author><name>Liza Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623048781581534140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Syq1ubeExLI/AAAAAAAAAVk/WDgHqteZYgc/S220/PB231358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TB_yBaH9NHI/AAAAAAAAApQ/oUfwJgcb2ps/s72-c/32584680_e779e6391156070120.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603411339435320249.post-4807274816763333265</id><published>2010-09-27T04:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T04:14:13.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fish.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;fishhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;SOME people are so hard to talk to/work with/get along with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;SOME people are extremely close minded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Go FISH yourself. DO IT you MarkerFisher. FISH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y142/randman_26/Stuff/EvilFish.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="289" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y142/randman_26/Stuff/EvilFish.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;grrr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;CALM DOWN LIZA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;Curse them and their next&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt; 7 generations&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;I need my alone time for the next two weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;I've had enough of bossy hypocrites/ judgmental pharisees/ unfortunate showoffs/ close minded retards and annoying ASA BEST BROTHERS of FRIENDS for now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;I need to go to the spa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again. FISH.YOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8603411339435320249-4807274816763333265?l=mynameislizakay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/4807274816763333265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/4807274816763333265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameislizakay.blogspot.com/2010/09/fish.html' title='fish.'/><author><name>Liza Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623048781581534140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Syq1ubeExLI/AAAAAAAAAVk/WDgHqteZYgc/S220/PB231358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y142/randman_26/Stuff/th_EvilFish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603411339435320249.post-848385471005496769</id><published>2010-09-25T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T14:57:31.997+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>i suck</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;I want what she has&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;her bags&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;her shoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;her boat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;her car&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;her boyfriend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;her life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;she may not exist, but I know who she is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ijU8xX9PNM4/TH-Ug0SsJYI/AAAAAAAAOD0/56funIDTvMg/s400/orig_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ijU8xX9PNM4/TH-Ug0SsJYI/AAAAAAAAOD0/56funIDTvMg/s320/orig_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ijU8xX9PNM4/TH-T1YjqNXI/AAAAAAAAOC8/p_Qre2WSi9k/s400/tumblr_l83c8bnYen1qbrvsto1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ijU8xX9PNM4/TH-T1YjqNXI/AAAAAAAAOC8/p_Qre2WSi9k/s320/tumblr_l83c8bnYen1qbrvsto1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ijU8xX9PNM4/TJRLBKTYXRI/AAAAAAAAOSY/rY5tCOg9bRI/s400/36.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ijU8xX9PNM4/TJRLBKTYXRI/AAAAAAAAOSY/rY5tCOg9bRI/s400/36.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; font-weight: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Have the courage to act on your dreams - leave behind you the internal forces that hold you back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8603411339435320249-848385471005496769?l=mynameislizakay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/848385471005496769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/848385471005496769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameislizakay.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-suck.html' title='i suck'/><author><name>Liza Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623048781581534140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Syq1ubeExLI/AAAAAAAAAVk/WDgHqteZYgc/S220/PB231358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ijU8xX9PNM4/TH-Ug0SsJYI/AAAAAAAAOD0/56funIDTvMg/s72-c/orig_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603411339435320249.post-15530001805914865</id><published>2010-09-24T05:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T05:28:59.689+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liza'/><title type='text'>I need</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TJu_aBmjR4I/AAAAAAAAAso/Ff4J_H007NM/s1600/DSC01081.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TJu--u5aKPI/AAAAAAAAAsg/jwM0MxhhDi0/s1600/DSC00914.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To lose weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T JUDGE ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate too much over the last 6months. SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked hard to lose those 20lbs after form 5!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went from an L to an S in 3months. SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW. I'm bigger. SIGH again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TJvAHSdDrNI/AAAAAAAAAs4/eE8gQFnRfUg/s1600/Gai.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TJvAHSdDrNI/AAAAAAAAAs4/eE8gQFnRfUg/s320/Gai.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TJu_z5FOUUI/AAAAAAAAAsw/ZJ31eoiRXWE/s1600/1_624868924l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I KNOW everything about this photo is lame, but im just showing you how much THINNER I was. NOT MY THINNEST here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TJu_z5FOUUI/AAAAAAAAAsw/ZJ31eoiRXWE/s320/1_624868924l.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Smaller :(&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TJu-gy9WaJI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/8254pUcx-aA/s1600/1_182370534l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TJu-gy9WaJI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/8254pUcx-aA/s320/1_182370534l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;then :(&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TJu-iSiEg4I/AAAAAAAAAsY/dNpTK4WVsvg/s320/1_782773749l.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;no "curves"(&amp;lt;3HANDLES)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TJu--u5aKPI/AAAAAAAAAsg/jwM0MxhhDi0/s320/DSC00914.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;last yr :( (and THIS was considered big last yr)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TJu_aBmjR4I/AAAAAAAAAso/Ff4J_H007NM/s320/DSC01081.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;beginning of this yr&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TJu--u5aKPI/AAAAAAAAAsg/jwM0MxhhDi0/s1600/DSC00914.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TJu-iSiEg4I/AAAAAAAAAsY/dNpTK4WVsvg/s1600/1_782773749l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TJu_aBmjR4I/AAAAAAAAAso/Ff4J_H007NM/s1600/DSC01081.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;NOT TELLING =(&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Operation cardiostrengthpilatesnobadcarbs will start THIS WEEK&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;SIIIIGH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;oh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i'm gonna lay off fbook til my exams are over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I've dreams to chase .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Why are showoffs sooooo entertaining?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;the bigger the lie, THE BETTER. i need my entertainment, so don't hesitate to show off to me :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;had a verbal quiz today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;heeeee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i feel like a silly lil 12 yr old who has been listening to crush by mandy moore on repeat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i made a promise to myself. After I grad. I'm gonna backpack. Starting from Thailand all the way up to China, to board on the Siberian Express to Russia and to work my way up, to take a plane to L.A., to end my journey with a hearty meal in po folks orange county *memories*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;one day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;T-minus one yr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sounds impossible?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;NOPE. It's been done by others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Talia will join me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Before I cont. my studies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;we wanted to fly to Agra this holiday cos the tickets were cheap, but apparently, there's some incurable flu thing. (?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I wanna join the next hash run&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;DID I TELL YOU? I just applied to be a member of amnesty intl.. I feel all 'Angelina Jolie' &amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I don't wanna get married til I'm 30.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I wanna travel. study. Meet new people. Party. Eat(WHAT).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I wanna dye my hair black.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;darn I'm random&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8603411339435320249-15530001805914865?l=mynameislizakay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/15530001805914865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/15530001805914865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameislizakay.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-need.html' title='I need'/><author><name>Liza Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623048781581534140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Syq1ubeExLI/AAAAAAAAAVk/WDgHqteZYgc/S220/PB231358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TJvAHSdDrNI/AAAAAAAAAs4/eE8gQFnRfUg/s72-c/Gai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603411339435320249.post-4256338789708768114</id><published>2010-09-22T04:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T04:33:16.500+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Remembering raya 09</title><content type='html'>do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we decide. yes.but.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the end of it all, are we still looking back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there never was a change.&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately, every single one of us, the ones they call "strong" may never admit, because our pride, is what we believe will never walk out on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's a lie. Our lifestyles are mirages, facades, but that's the way it's been eversince A&amp;amp;E.&lt;br /&gt;Odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting pride aside is hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you? will she?&lt;br /&gt;will he?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8603411339435320249-4256338789708768114?l=mynameislizakay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/4256338789708768114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/4256338789708768114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameislizakay.blogspot.com/2010/09/remembering-raya-09.html' title='Remembering raya 09'/><author><name>Liza Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623048781581534140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Syq1ubeExLI/AAAAAAAAAVk/WDgHqteZYgc/S220/PB231358.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603411339435320249.post-3985546007896581066</id><published>2010-09-21T19:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T19:55:57.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'>food.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Before, I'd laugh at my friends who'd blog on FOOD. I've repented, because I LOVE FOOD :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the raya hols, I didn't go back to kuching, so I spent most of my time with a certain someone who came to visit me in K.L. and FOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(MY ASS LOOKS LIKE OPRAH'S :( BOO)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even cooked &lt;font size="4"&gt;kolo mee&lt;/font&gt;! indeed an achievement for I barely cooked in Kuching. &lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;BAKING, FRYING AND INSTANT NOODLES DO NOT COUNT&lt;/font&gt;. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post up photos on that later. OOH. OOH. David and I cooked &lt;font style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Laksa Sarawak&lt;/font&gt; as well. &lt;3 &lt;font size="1"&gt;tee hee&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know What... I miss my friends. For my french assignment last sem, I talked about my family and friends, I was just looking through, and it makes me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are the lucky few who made it in my french assignment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TJiWfC6q7_I/AAAAAAAAAq4/Ti0z2tN0QS8/s1600/26828_327751437578_793297578_3581963_6017436_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TJiWfC6q7_I/AAAAAAAAAq4/Ti0z2tN0QS8/s400/26828_327751437578_793297578_3581963_6017436_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519326803445608434" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Zul and John&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TJiWe5X-UeI/AAAAAAAAAqw/wLVDxzzi4hM/s1600/19851_278497489670_600209670_3329441_6467137_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TJiWe5X-UeI/AAAAAAAAAqw/wLVDxzzi4hM/s400/19851_278497489670_600209670_3329441_6467137_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519326800884158946" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cori&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TJiWetIrHGI/AAAAAAAAAqo/Qo3uzYywcGk/s1600/18362_1236524071511_1181508231_30607873_3375278_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TJiWetIrHGI/AAAAAAAAAqo/Qo3uzYywcGk/s400/18362_1236524071511_1181508231_30607873_3375278_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519326797598760034" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TJiWeP95V6I/AAAAAAAAAqg/CfCupameKAk/s1600/6931_1227054523878_1454506615_30641905_1105031_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TJiWeP95V6I/AAAAAAAAAqg/CfCupameKAk/s400/6931_1227054523878_1454506615_30641905_1105031_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519326789768927138" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;David&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TJiWd8CEPcI/AAAAAAAAAqY/ObYSNQfnUEQ/s1600/6456_1142574697958_1635207503_350600_4528282_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TJiWd8CEPcI/AAAAAAAAAqY/ObYSNQfnUEQ/s400/6456_1142574697958_1635207503_350600_4528282_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519326784417709506" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hazie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TJiYsdtcDXI/AAAAAAAAArg/bRfG6s9BK-4/s1600/talia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TJiYsdtcDXI/AAAAAAAAArg/bRfG6s9BK-4/s400/talia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519329232999419250" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Natalia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TJiYsI6Nu6I/AAAAAAAAArY/p8pP3uIZbNo/s1600/sekkuan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TJiYsI6Nu6I/AAAAAAAAArY/p8pP3uIZbNo/s400/sekkuan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519329227415862178" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sek Kuan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TJiYrvLg6AI/AAAAAAAAArQ/Bhvo2-6NYB0/s1600/ju.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TJiYrvLg6AI/AAAAAAAAArQ/Bhvo2-6NYB0/s400/ju.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519329220509100034" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Juli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TJiYrBEBAXI/AAAAAAAAArI/sw1BQH8R60g/s1600/joy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TJiYrBEBAXI/AAAAAAAAArI/sw1BQH8R60g/s400/joy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519329208129618290" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TJiYqs80MfI/AAAAAAAAArA/gaH-BHpxJlA/s1600/jessi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TJiYqs80MfI/AAAAAAAAArA/gaH-BHpxJlA/s400/jessi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519329202730709490" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TJibOPufxPI/AAAAAAAAAsI/Hm5QARsjb7U/s1600/mum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TJibOPufxPI/AAAAAAAAAsI/Hm5QARsjb7U/s400/mum.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519332012384568562" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mum (LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TJibNnIia3I/AAAAAAAAAsA/HpPTpYUoXc4/s1600/dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TJibNnIia3I/AAAAAAAAAsA/HpPTpYUoXc4/s400/dad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519332001487940466" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TJibNMHPDcI/AAAAAAAAAr4/1mJ7T9ptQoU/s1600/rachel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 337px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TJibNMHPDcI/AAAAAAAAAr4/1mJ7T9ptQoU/s400/rachel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519331994234719682" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my cousin Rachel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TJibMvVWRhI/AAAAAAAAArw/CvBBwqxT9-w/s1600/crys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TJibMvVWRhI/AAAAAAAAArw/CvBBwqxT9-w/s400/crys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519331986509284882" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Crystal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TJibMV_2scI/AAAAAAAAAro/2ap--SPbrAA/s1600/8525_1064782758578_1796296510_133824_4100983_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TJibMV_2scI/AAAAAAAAAro/2ap--SPbrAA/s400/8525_1064782758578_1796296510_133824_4100983_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519331979708248514" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Norm (Yes.we.are.related.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute bunch, eyh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go to Guatemala. DONT ASK ME WHY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8603411339435320249-3985546007896581066?l=mynameislizakay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/3985546007896581066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/3985546007896581066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameislizakay.blogspot.com/2010/09/food.html' title='food.'/><author><name>Liza Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623048781581534140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Syq1ubeExLI/AAAAAAAAAVk/WDgHqteZYgc/S220/PB231358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TJiWfC6q7_I/AAAAAAAAAq4/Ti0z2tN0QS8/s72-c/26828_327751437578_793297578_3581963_6017436_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603411339435320249.post-6023791693905360040</id><published>2010-09-13T18:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T18:38:04.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>passion.</title><content type='html'>There are things which still make me a little sad, no, make that ONE thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, not one person, but one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I look at my books and question, "Why am I studying this crap?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, seriously, If passion were to be like in the movies, I would not be where I am right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit. This isn't whaat I want. Far from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I just find it unfair that there are those friends of mine, studying the course I WANT, and it still makes me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't complain, won't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm confused, and sad. My passion for that, which I want is not dead, but there are those around me trying to kill it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Figures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly do wonder if anyone cares&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8603411339435320249-6023791693905360040?l=mynameislizakay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/6023791693905360040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/6023791693905360040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameislizakay.blogspot.com/2010/09/passion.html' title='passion.'/><author><name>Liza Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623048781581534140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Syq1ubeExLI/AAAAAAAAAVk/WDgHqteZYgc/S220/PB231358.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603411339435320249.post-3005221444328677145</id><published>2010-08-28T23:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T00:18:23.441+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Me, myself and I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;I love eating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ilovedurians.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/durian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 430px; height: 400px;" src="http://ilovedurians.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/durian.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;I miss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/THkuH3c-TFI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/iEgXP284iUQ/s1600/DSC01801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 326px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/THkuH3c-TFI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/iEgXP284iUQ/s400/DSC01801.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510486331743947858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*him*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I went out with Taiko for dinner. I gave him this birthday card I made for him days ago, and he thought I forgot his birthday! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and he GAVE (ok, he didn't give it to me :( ) his Glenn Miller CD *grins*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2007/09_04/glenmiller290907_468x641.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 383px; height: 524px;" src="http://img.dailymail.co.uk/i/pix/2007/09_04/glenmiller290907_468x641.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm playing and listening to the tracks now as I type.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I just love how retro music's able to overwhelm me with this calm feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's as if it takes me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AWAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; from everything infront of me and transports me to this world in which everyone and everything's monochromatic and all the women are wearing dresses and the men are all in collared shirts. Sounds &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;tres formidable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I have an interest in everything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;retro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(not men). The music, the fashion, the movies, the CARS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://corvettetrader.com/pictures/69corvette5887-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 445px; height: 334px;" src="http://corvettetrader.com/pictures/69corvette5887-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my love :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mum would comment how I'd listen to music from even before her time! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TALK ABOUT ANCIENT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I should have learned how to play the trumpet just like Glen Miller, but alas I didn't I took piano lessons instead :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;I recently started learning how to play the saxaphone though! I went for a lesson today as a matter of fact! think playing the sax is uber sexy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sondelle.com.au/images/saxophone.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 317px;" src="http://www.sondelle.com.au/images/saxophone.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm happy I met Taiko months ago. He's been an AMAZING friend, one of the best. He was there each time I needed him :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm happy I got close to my current beau last year, he's been amazing since, an unexpected lover indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;One thing, which surprised me alot last year was how I picked myself up because I couldn't stand waiting around for someone who'd never be there, so I stopped, I opened my eyes to the world, and my heart to my current beau last year in December. God surely is good. Under normal circumstances, I'd have been depressed, but I got over it pretty fast. Surprising! But oh so believable thanks to my father in heaven &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Another one would be my studies, let's just say, I'm making the best out of it, and I'm aiming for an outbound internship by next year. every subject, every job, every book, brings me closer to my goal. Thank you daddy god ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Life's good :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for my love to reach here . T-minus 12 days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8603411339435320249-3005221444328677145?l=mynameislizakay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/3005221444328677145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/3005221444328677145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameislizakay.blogspot.com/2010/08/me-myself-and-i.html' title='Me, myself and I'/><author><name>Liza Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623048781581534140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Syq1ubeExLI/AAAAAAAAAVk/WDgHqteZYgc/S220/PB231358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/THkuH3c-TFI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/iEgXP284iUQ/s72-c/DSC01801.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603411339435320249.post-8724837395371447642</id><published>2010-08-27T00:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T00:47:22.399+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family and friends'/><title type='text'>CUPCAKES FOR HIM</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok I do care if he doesn't come fly here to visit me during raya&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We're supposed to look for food together!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;he's supposed to LOSE when we compete who slides down faster at the waterpark!&lt;/span&gt; He's supposed to buy matching shades!  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He's supposed to bring me to the zoo!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I miss him :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He's supposed to bring me to TGIF to embarrass himself on his birthday again! I miss him :(&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;WHERE ARE YOU Q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you more than I need cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of cake, during his birthday, I surprised him with the most ADORABLE cupcakes EVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him we'd be going to TGIF for a casual dinner. PRETENDED to forget his birthday and well, lets just say the TGIF crew and my cupcakes really did place a big smile on that face of his :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/THaYop586gI/AAAAAAAAAqI/wuuOdlDyMMc/s1600/DSC02023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/THaYop586gI/AAAAAAAAAqI/wuuOdlDyMMc/s400/DSC02023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509759018345490946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/THaYoAWLV9I/AAAAAAAAAqA/26naDtOiyMY/s1600/DSC02024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/THaYoAWLV9I/AAAAAAAAAqA/26naDtOiyMY/s400/DSC02024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509759007189587922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/THaYnqizeTI/AAAAAAAAAp4/rDIGhLDVmHo/s1600/DSC02025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/THaYnqizeTI/AAAAAAAAAp4/rDIGhLDVmHo/s400/DSC02025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509759001336969522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/THaYnPt7UbI/AAAAAAAAApw/sAED8jpJlcY/s1600/DSC02026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/THaYnPt7UbI/AAAAAAAAApw/sAED8jpJlcY/s400/DSC02026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509758994135863730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each cupcake holds a symbol of what he wants in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet, no?&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those lovely red velvet fondant cupcakes were made by the very talented Kak Shashue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who're interested click &lt;a href="http://sugarpinkicing.blogspot.com"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's really good, she's sweet and super duper nice! oh, and her cupcakes are yummy and beautiful to boot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the TGIF crew rang the bell, he was like "WHAA T?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all of em came to our table, made him stand on the chair, made him sing a song. LET'S JUST SAY, HIS NEW NAME'S DAVID BIEBER! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made him give an acceptance speech and they did the CLAP(haahahaahha. shush.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, he loved it &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8603411339435320249-8724837395371447642?l=mynameislizakay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/8724837395371447642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/8724837395371447642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameislizakay.blogspot.com/2010/08/cupcakes-for-him.html' title='CUPCAKES FOR HIM'/><author><name>Liza Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623048781581534140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Syq1ubeExLI/AAAAAAAAAVk/WDgHqteZYgc/S220/PB231358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/THaYop586gI/AAAAAAAAAqI/wuuOdlDyMMc/s72-c/DSC02023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603411339435320249.post-8735191524911402950</id><published>2010-08-26T22:29:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T00:06:00.628+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liza'/><title type='text'>SO WHAT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SO WHAT if I'm prettier than you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SO WHAT if I'm doing well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO WHAT if you &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;can't come to visit me in KL this Raya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO WHAT if you broke my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;heart &lt;/span&gt;last year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;SO WHAT if you bitched about me in high school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;SO WHAT if I can't understand 80% of my DEUTSCHBUCH!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO WHAT if my car's petrol meter makes me &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;WORRY &lt;/span&gt;everyday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;SO WHAT if &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;'re talking bad about me &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;behind my back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO WHAT if my own &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;cousins &lt;/span&gt;blocked me on facebook :( BOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten through most of it, I'll go through the rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm OKAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;My father god's pushing me up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO IT'S ALRIGHT :D&lt;br /&gt;ok fine, so I had to let it out ..&lt;br /&gt;meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously though, I AM alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I don't post things on &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;facebook &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVERYDAY &lt;/span&gt;via status &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;updates &lt;/span&gt;or via &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;notes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WUNDERSCHLUBEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! i have totally no idea what that means :(&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if it's even a word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WONDERSCHLUBEN HEIDIKLUM NUNNEN HAUS SCHTIGZEN! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooooo kayyyy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;80&lt;/span&gt;% of german and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;french &lt;/span&gt;to catch up, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;assignments&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;assignments&lt;/span&gt;! and  financial statements to &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;analyze &lt;/span&gt;and compare before my lecturers cry! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK fine. I don't think they'd cry,&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I'd cry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;if I don't achieve my goal GPA this sem :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;SO THE NEXT TIME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;someone comes up to me, or texts me, or calls me, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I WON'T ANSWER! &lt;/span&gt;I'M AS STRONG AS &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;STEEL&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/THaQCJC4a3I/AAAAAAAAApo/xZ8dUodOfgY/s1600/DSC02008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/THaQCJC4a3I/AAAAAAAAApo/xZ8dUodOfgY/s400/DSC02008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509749560596523890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love u u furry thingy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8603411339435320249-8735191524911402950?l=mynameislizakay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/8735191524911402950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/8735191524911402950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameislizakay.blogspot.com/2010/08/so-what.html' title='SO WHAT'/><author><name>Liza Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623048781581534140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Syq1ubeExLI/AAAAAAAAAVk/WDgHqteZYgc/S220/PB231358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/THaQCJC4a3I/AAAAAAAAApo/xZ8dUodOfgY/s72-c/DSC02008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603411339435320249.post-1149811819883988342</id><published>2010-06-17T15:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T16:02:41.287+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family and friends'/><title type='text'>WOO HOO</title><content type='html'>Congratulations my dear brotha a.k.a Norman Shane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lil(Ok, fine. He's older than me and hes way bigger) brother was just given a job in K.L. about a week ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations on the fact you'll be living near ME now!&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations on the fact that each time you wanna drive MY CAR, you can CALL ME! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations on the fact you're now working with IBM.&lt;br /&gt;No, not magic bites, but IBM. Read that Norman, IBM, the second most valuable global brand after COCA-COLA. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God Loves you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is great. Mum and dad cannot stress enough how we must surrender everything to him. It's not our strength, but HIS.&lt;br /&gt;It's not our qualifications, but HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My faith to be honest :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's allowed to believe in what they want to believe, and I have too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believed God for a car in KL, I got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believed God for an amazing man post heartbreak '09, I got him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and only God knows what I want the moment I grad, all systems go with mum and dad already, so just chilax for the moment. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, my cat... is fat. No joke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8603411339435320249-1149811819883988342?l=mynameislizakay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/1149811819883988342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/1149811819883988342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameislizakay.blogspot.com/2010/06/woo-hoo.html' title='WOO HOO'/><author><name>Liza Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623048781581534140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Syq1ubeExLI/AAAAAAAAAVk/WDgHqteZYgc/S220/PB231358.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603411339435320249.post-6867944846153640299</id><published>2010-06-17T09:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T07:30:58.341+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>Why I NEED Pets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The one thing I've always known about myself is that I am and always will be an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;animal lover.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly do love animals.&lt;br /&gt;I despise animal cruelty of any kind and I do not think highly of anyone who'd mistreat animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an animal lover, it's hard, so hard to see strays on the streets, to watch videos in which animals are being tortured or neglected, to not be able to house these animals and to take care of them is what hurts the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.aspca.org/images/content/pagebuilder/342785.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 371px;" src="http://www.aspca.org/images/content/pagebuilder/342785.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I was a little kid, it would break my heart to see stray cats or dogs wandering the streets of my city(or anywhere else for that matter), without anyone or anything to hold on to in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I clearly recall this one incident when I was walking to a friend's place when I was only 12 years old, on the way there, there was this dead kitten on the ground, it was obviously killed due to a vehicle running over it, thus crushing its body. I felt like crying, my tummy felt uneasy and I could not think of anything but the poor kitten the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;The same goes for when I watch videos in which animals are tortured. Take for example the murdering of animals for fur, disgusting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ronniedigital.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/eva-mendes-peta-fur.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 359px; height: 654px;" src="http://ronniedigital.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/eva-mendes-peta-fur.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.aceshowbiz.com/images/news/00021730.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 658px;" src="http://www.aceshowbiz.com/images/news/00021730.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It saddens me that number of people out there could not be bothered by animal rights. Yes, there are MANY who do care, but there still are many who don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not be vegan(Although, I have sworn off beef ever since last year and I've not eaten mutton in AGES, I'm now trying to swear off pork), but I really DO care about animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe animals should be treated well, with respect, just as humans should be too.&lt;br /&gt;If I could, I would LOVE to save as many animals as humanly possible.&lt;br /&gt;If and when I have tonnes of money, I'd donate to the SPCA or to house starving sickly strays on the streets, or to donate to an animal rights centered charity.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, I would if I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, for now, I can't (yet).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where my pets come in.&lt;br /&gt;I have a cat named Marilyn "Chimmy" Monroe and a dog named Lady "Schnitzel".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Chimmy &lt;/span&gt;is a cat most would describe as a snob, she comes when she wants, she leaves when she wants. Then there's Lady,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;Lady &lt;/span&gt;is a total opposite to Chimmy in a sense that she's pretty friendly, but she is a little annoying nonetheless, she just barks and barks even when there's nothing remotely exciting to bark at, sides that, she eats her own poop. She's pretty much a blonde trapped in a dog's body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TB_yB7uQt8I/AAAAAAAAApY/oNjhcJsoxcY/s1600/IMG_1918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TB_yB7uQt8I/AAAAAAAAApY/oNjhcJsoxcY/s400/IMG_1918.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485368986186069954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TB_yBaH9NHI/AAAAAAAAApQ/oUfwJgcb2ps/s1600/32584680_e779e6391156070120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TB_yBaH9NHI/AAAAAAAAApQ/oUfwJgcb2ps/s400/32584680_e779e6391156070120.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485368977167037554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TB_yBC5VuqI/AAAAAAAAApI/6mHFC5Glebo/s1600/32584680_22c359521153045883.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TB_yBC5VuqI/AAAAAAAAApI/6mHFC5Glebo/s400/32584680_22c359521153045883.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485368970931714722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TB_yAzQJIuI/AAAAAAAAApA/Nn1_vjSm82s/s1600/IMG_1924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TB_yAzQJIuI/AAAAAAAAApA/Nn1_vjSm82s/s400/IMG_1924.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485368966732391138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite all their quirky imperfections, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and they love us too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It most &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;definitely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hurts &lt;/span&gt;to see a dead cat on the road, or to know many wild animals are being hunted down, but to come back home to my pets, to be able to give my Chimmy a hug, or to play with my Lady makes me feel all the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read somewhere that keeping pets is a waste of time and that the money used to take care of these animals should be given to the homeless.&lt;br /&gt;Coming from myself, both an animal lover and a human rights activists(I'll be joining Amnesty Intl. soon), one may not know how to really love if one does not love animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't be in China saving the pandas, nor can I house strays, and yes, it tortures me knowing there are many animals out there suffering.&lt;br /&gt;It may hurt knowing that there are millions, or maybe billions, of animals being tortured out there, but knowing that these 2 are safe and are mine, it makes the my world a little less painful :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8603411339435320249-6867944846153640299?l=mynameislizakay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/6867944846153640299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/6867944846153640299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameislizakay.blogspot.com/2010/06/why-i-need-pets.html' title='Why I NEED Pets'/><author><name>Liza Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623048781581534140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Syq1ubeExLI/AAAAAAAAAVk/WDgHqteZYgc/S220/PB231358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TB_yB7uQt8I/AAAAAAAAApY/oNjhcJsoxcY/s72-c/IMG_1918.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603411339435320249.post-4144678851913827285</id><published>2010-06-15T20:44:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T07:50:15.931+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family and friends'/><title type='text'>Update Again</title><content type='html'>Hi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been delaying my blogging for weeks now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just didn't feel like it  :}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho,&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what I've been up to. Not much to be honest, I've been on holiday and I suppose blogging on a holiday seems pretty sad when other things are to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David and I have been cooking alot lately for some odd reason. I've gained weight!With all the delicious food, how not to :) haha. Oh well, it's alright, seeing that during the semester, it's pretty easy for me to lose the weight, with all the small meals and exercising .haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, we decided to make pizza from scratch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FROM SCRATCH&lt;/span&gt;. You read that right Martha Stewart, from S-C-R-A-T-C-H.&lt;br /&gt;The dough, the toppings, the sauce(yum).&lt;br /&gt;Some may assume that making pizza from scratch is an easy task, but I assure you, IT'S NOT.&lt;br /&gt;The toughest part being,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PREPARING THE DOUGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can something so simple looking, be so hard to prepare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TBlWsaa-rcI/AAAAAAAAAnw/D_IHK-bG4s0/s1600/P6061589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TBlWsaa-rcI/AAAAAAAAAnw/D_IHK-bG4s0/s400/P6061589.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483509342307003842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We prepared the yeast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TBlbLZDmpeI/AAAAAAAAAoY/w9X3QMbwVmc/s1600/P6061593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TBlbLZDmpeI/AAAAAAAAAoY/w9X3QMbwVmc/s400/P6061593.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483514272562980322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The eggs and the flour (ooh.flour =D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TBlbKstNcYI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/i01nHtuMeQk/s1600/P6061592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TBlbKstNcYI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/i01nHtuMeQk/s400/P6061592.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483514260657893762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The olive oil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TBlWtqbEXBI/AAAAAAAAAoA/c_I-KsKXukA/s1600/P6061595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TBlWtqbEXBI/AAAAAAAAAoA/c_I-KsKXukA/s400/P6061595.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483509363782212626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mixed them together with the mixer and voila! the stickiest mess(dough) you'll find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TBlbMdu-DZI/AAAAAAAAAoo/UkhPFqY7-KY/s1600/P6061596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TBlbMdu-DZI/AAAAAAAAAoo/UkhPFqY7-KY/s400/P6061596.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483514290998480274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty tough handling the dough, shaping it especially. David eventually GAVE UP and drove to the store to buy the ready made pizza crust(hes such an ijiot). I, being the prideful one refused to use the store bough crust. I MEAN,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; WHAT'S THE POINT OF MAKING PIZZA FROM SCRATCH IF YOU'RE GONNA USE STORE BOUGHT PIZZA CRUST?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you might as well ring dominoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TBlWs_5lThI/AAAAAAAAAn4/KiYbX0g8UW4/s1600/P6061611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TBlWs_5lThI/AAAAAAAAAn4/KiYbX0g8UW4/s400/P6061611.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483509352367476242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pizza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TBlWrnJpNJI/AAAAAAAAAno/l4b2yoEt4NM/s1600/P6061607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TBlWrnJpNJI/AAAAAAAAAno/l4b2yoEt4NM/s400/P6061607.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483509328544085138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TBlbMxekFDI/AAAAAAAAAow/ISTe_OFeA3c/s1600/P6061613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TBlbMxekFDI/AAAAAAAAAow/ISTe_OFeA3c/s400/P6061613.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483514296298378290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yes. His looks more presentable.&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Mine looks moldy.&lt;br /&gt;BUT... Be informed that my pizza was delicious! It was super cheesy cos we made our own alfredo pizza sauce(from scratch =D) and we topped it with LOADS of mozarella cheese. YUM?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, his pizza wasn't bad as well, but you have to admit, it does look pretty... "&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;festive&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;fruity&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;ricky martin-like&lt;/span&gt;" looking at the pineapple arrangement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pizza making may be fun, but it ain't fun cleaning up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TBlbL-s_-qI/AAAAAAAAAog/TZWRtwuQA2Y/s1600/P6061598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TBlbL-s_-qI/AAAAAAAAAog/TZWRtwuQA2Y/s400/P6061598.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483514282668718754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days later, we were watching T.V. in the middle of the night when we decided to cook again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to make do with what was available in the fridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first dish we agreed on was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oeufs sur le Plat aux Tomates&lt;/span&gt; (Baked Eggs with Tomatoes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is in fact a provencal recipe. Provence being a region in France. I've never been to provence(yet), but it's an undeniable fact that provence has been a place so well known for its beauty and tranquility so unique that artistes like Van Gogh, Monet and Matisse themselves have painted in Provence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided on the dish based on a few factors:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;We had tomatoes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We had eggs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We have loads of spices&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love france, I love french and Gerard Depardieu(lol)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We were watching a documentary on Provence just before that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We sliced the tomatoes,&lt;br /&gt;we broke the eggs,&lt;br /&gt;we added rosemary, some thyme, a dash of pepper, some salt and olive oil.&lt;br /&gt;We baked,&lt;br /&gt;We snapped,&lt;br /&gt;We ate.&lt;br /&gt;Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TBlUihKvK1I/AAAAAAAAAnY/dpqIUd-OE1Q/s1600/P6101643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TBlUihKvK1I/AAAAAAAAAnY/dpqIUd-OE1Q/s400/P6101643.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483506973295979346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TBlWuJXzq8I/AAAAAAAAAoI/Gno3DEzURdQ/s1600/P6091624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TBlWuJXzq8I/AAAAAAAAAoI/Gno3DEzURdQ/s400/P6091624.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483509372090035138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TBlUjicFqVI/AAAAAAAAAng/H04iF4DrRLg/s1600/P6091640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TBlUjicFqVI/AAAAAAAAAng/H04iF4DrRLg/s400/P6091640.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483506990817061202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We drizzled some olive oil and sprinkled some dill weed to make it look cute =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TBlUh0X-SqI/AAAAAAAAAnI/ChTyyrv4DlA/s1600/P6101646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TBlUh0X-SqI/AAAAAAAAAnI/ChTyyrv4DlA/s400/P6101646.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483506961271900834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TBlUhWPejKI/AAAAAAAAAnA/iF3uo14xzG4/s1600/P6101648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TBlUhWPejKI/AAAAAAAAAnA/iF3uo14xzG4/s400/P6101648.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483506953183202466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TBleuxj_XzI/AAAAAAAAAo4/6CaoOSJ6COw/s1600/P6101650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TBleuxj_XzI/AAAAAAAAAo4/6CaoOSJ6COw/s400/P6101650.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483518178971574066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate some pork as well. David kicked me out of the kitchen and took over.&lt;br /&gt;He was being all Jamie Oliver and I SWEAR he was being a pain in the arse.&lt;br /&gt;Ijiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8603411339435320249-4144678851913827285?l=mynameislizakay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/4144678851913827285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/4144678851913827285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameislizakay.blogspot.com/2010/06/update-again.html' title='Update Again'/><author><name>Liza Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623048781581534140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Syq1ubeExLI/AAAAAAAAAVk/WDgHqteZYgc/S220/PB231358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/TBlWsaa-rcI/AAAAAAAAAnw/D_IHK-bG4s0/s72-c/P6061589.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603411339435320249.post-7290612848096383380</id><published>2010-05-21T20:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T20:27:23.279+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Patience</title><content type='html'>What if you had a chance to improve that one particular situation but it requires time and a whole load of hard work and patching up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to believe that if a situation like that arises, move on and start on something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horrible isn't it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, things change and I've changed.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm sticking to something which I said I will since last year.&lt;br /&gt;Won't be long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things will finally pay off&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8603411339435320249-7290612848096383380?l=mynameislizakay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/7290612848096383380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/7290612848096383380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameislizakay.blogspot.com/2010/05/patience.html' title='Patience'/><author><name>Liza Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623048781581534140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Syq1ubeExLI/AAAAAAAAAVk/WDgHqteZYgc/S220/PB231358.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603411339435320249.post-6076877506700371773</id><published>2010-04-24T06:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T19:51:24.499+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family and friends'/><title type='text'>GLEE!!</title><content type='html'>Just watched episode 15 of GLee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am head over heels for the new fella, Jesse on the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah.&lt;br /&gt;Finn can scoot over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JESSE ST. JAMES ROCKS MY SOCKS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His real name is Jonathan Groff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.theatermania.com/news/images/10599a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.theatermania.com/news/images/10599a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look at him! He's one delectable yummy dish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I.want.him.now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's not the main reason I'm so addicted to Glee, but he shall be the other reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cory Monteith is officially over. As over as Lindsay Lohan's career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) *&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GIG&lt;/span&gt;GG&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GGG&lt;/span&gt;GGLE*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found some photos I took of my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;while I was in Kuching in December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S9LNx71151I/AAAAAAAAAjg/unNBJmyLkP0/s1600/P1011240edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 475px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S9LNx71151I/AAAAAAAAAjg/unNBJmyLkP0/s400/P1011240edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463655555714639698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S9LNxeuO67I/AAAAAAAAAjY/MirC3bZFbKU/s1600/P1011237astar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 351px; height: 468px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S9LNxeuO67I/AAAAAAAAAjY/MirC3bZFbKU/s400/P1011237astar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463655547898096562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S9LNw753MBI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/JXv9lLzZsDI/s1600/P1011233edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 348px; height: 464px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S9LNw753MBI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/JXv9lLzZsDI/s400/P1011233edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463655538551631890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S9LNwQ6nqeI/AAAAAAAAAjI/emXaM8L_-f0/s1600/ghjhjhj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 436px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S9LNwQ6nqeI/AAAAAAAAAjI/emXaM8L_-f0/s400/ghjhjhj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463655527012084194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S9LNv7hjhoI/AAAAAAAAAjA/DPusoYWpg_c/s1600/P1011234edi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 518px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S9LNv7hjhoI/AAAAAAAAAjA/DPusoYWpg_c/s400/P1011234edi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463655521269810818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S9LO_XayZ_I/AAAAAAAAAkI/smdLUclUos0/s1600/P1011272edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 446px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S9LO_XayZ_I/AAAAAAAAAkI/smdLUclUos0/s400/P1011272edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463656885967284210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S9LO-xRCY1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/NTT8z1mH7v0/s1600/set1b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 440px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S9LO-xRCY1I/AAAAAAAAAkA/NTT8z1mH7v0/s400/set1b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463656875725841234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S9LO-fiFBMI/AAAAAAAAAj4/TlC6Za1tfOE/s1600/set1a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 459px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S9LO-fiFBMI/AAAAAAAAAj4/TlC6Za1tfOE/s400/set1a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463656870965478594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S9LO91ZzeMI/AAAAAAAAAjw/fBypmwm0iXY/s1600/P1011269as.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 432px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S9LO91ZzeMI/AAAAAAAAAjw/fBypmwm0iXY/s400/P1011269as.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463656859656485058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S9LO9TfpsaI/AAAAAAAAAjo/3b8-eVCGH94/s1600/P1011268edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 480px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S9LO9TfpsaI/AAAAAAAAAjo/3b8-eVCGH94/s400/P1011268edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463656850554204578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yea, was in my room. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took some of myself as well:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S9LQ1Hge0PI/AAAAAAAAAkg/T9aCOIgDO7E/s1600/PB241361lizakay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S9LQ1Hge0PI/AAAAAAAAAkg/T9aCOIgDO7E/s400/PB241361lizakay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463658908920762610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S9LQ0kgO9eI/AAAAAAAAAkY/xGydw8n2Nng/s1600/P1011354bw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 277px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S9LQ0kgO9eI/AAAAAAAAAkY/xGydw8n2Nng/s400/P1011354bw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463658899524482530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S9LQ0EW0hnI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/0cWaQkp9NoI/s1600/PB241369av.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S9LQ0EW0hnI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/0cWaQkp9NoI/s400/PB241369av.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463658890895066738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S9LYzg2x_PI/AAAAAAAAAko/WFLpRXDnrpU/s1600/P1011353jhjk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S9LYzg2x_PI/AAAAAAAAAko/WFLpRXDnrpU/s400/P1011353jhjk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463667677458463986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to get back to take more of my friends..YAY&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/8603411339435320249-6076877506700371773?l=mynameislizakay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/6076877506700371773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/6076877506700371773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameislizakay.blogspot.com/2010/04/glee.html' title='GLEE!!'/><author><name>Liza Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623048781581534140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Syq1ubeExLI/AAAAAAAAAVk/WDgHqteZYgc/S220/PB231358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S9LNx71151I/AAAAAAAAAjg/unNBJmyLkP0/s72-c/P1011240edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603411339435320249.post-2966790572973915218</id><published>2010-04-14T05:49:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T06:39:05.776+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beauty'/><title type='text'>Blonde</title><content type='html'>I spent a week at home about a week ago (Yay) for study week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. I flew back for study week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to lighten my locks for a new look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIGHT BROWN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up with YELLOW hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hairstylist ended up asking me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Did you perm or straighten your hair before this?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My anwer:&lt;br /&gt;"Um...Yes...?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Smart move Liz, smart.&lt;br /&gt;Not a great idea. Not a great idea to straighten and bleach your hair so soon after.&lt;br /&gt;I recently straightened and cut my hair in K.L. two weeks before coming back to Kuching.&lt;br /&gt;My mum and dad could only describe the colour as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Horrendous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy I like described it as&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Nice. I Like it.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUYS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best friend described it as&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Karat&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Karat meaning Rust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister. WELL. Each time some ahbeng/ahlien/pekerjakontak(contractworker)/cat/dog passes by. She'd give me that LOOK. THAT....loook~~&lt;br /&gt;That look which screams&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;haha. They look like YOU&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;HEH. I'll supply you with a photo:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Doesn't look SO bad since I used my webcam to take the photo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S8TqcTu8fNI/AAAAAAAAAhw/beFeVAmF_t0/s1600/Picture0028+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 339px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S8TqcTu8fNI/AAAAAAAAAhw/beFeVAmF_t0/s400/Picture0028+-+Copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459746420334296274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did get him to dye it darker a few days later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my yellow hair :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say, this May-June when I'm back in Kuching. I'm gonna bleach my hair PLAT BLONDE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. PLAT BLONDE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do not have slitty eyes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;am pretty(I like to praise myself once in awhile, sowhat.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;am not 200lbs overweight(what...?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;This reduces the risk of me looking like&lt;br /&gt;"a 40 year old clubbing aunty with saggy boobs and dark skin"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sound mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all jokes aside, I think platinum blonde looks pretty chic on asians. With or without the slitty eyes. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;Well of course when I say asian, I truly mean FAIR skinned asians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M NOT BEING COLOURIST NOR AM I BIASED IN ANY WAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://dontdancenaked.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/pa013205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 483px; height: 361px;" src="http://dontdancenaked.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/pa013205.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Take for example THIS GIRL, she looks good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Photo courtesy http://asparkofme.blogspot.com/2009/11/platinum-blonde-or-silvergrey.html)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://yimsterblah.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/mooooooo1.png?w=420&amp;amp;h=334"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 420px; height: 334px;" src="http://yimsterblah.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/mooooooo1.png?w=420&amp;amp;h=334" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There's THIS &lt;a href="http://yimsterblah.wordpress.com/2009/10/26/koizora-the-movie/"&gt;fella&lt;/a&gt;, whoever he is. I'm not really all for men and platinum blonde hair(unless they're born with it) but HEY, it's an example&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.nymag.com/images/2/daily/2009/04/20090408_kim_250x286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 298px;" src="http://images.nymag.com/images/2/daily/2009/04/20090408_kim_250x286.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daul Kim(God Bless her soul)&lt;br /&gt;She was one gorgeous looking asian chic with platinum blonde hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Photo courtesy of &lt;a href="http://erithemermaid.blogspot.com/2009/08/cravings.html"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and let us not forget:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.becomegorgeous.com/gallery/pictures/ladygagahairstyles_longwavyblondehair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 354px;" src="http://static.becomegorgeous.com/gallery/pictures/ladygagahairstyles_longwavyblondehair.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ga-Ga&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; oo la la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But Liza, you're not Lady Gaga"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know. So?You aren't either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To bleach or not to bleach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S8Tw2tig2pI/AAAAAAAAAh4/fk9Gm7cYf04/s1600/diamond-skull-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 379px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S8Tw2tig2pI/AAAAAAAAAh4/fk9Gm7cYf04/s400/diamond-skull-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459753471007840914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Damien Hirst diamond encrusted skull say what? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, I'm back in my college for my finals.&lt;br /&gt;Finals first. Hair later.&lt;br /&gt;ger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8603411339435320249-2966790572973915218?l=mynameislizakay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/2966790572973915218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/2966790572973915218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameislizakay.blogspot.com/2010/04/blonde.html' title='Blonde'/><author><name>Liza Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623048781581534140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Syq1ubeExLI/AAAAAAAAAVk/WDgHqteZYgc/S220/PB231358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S8TqcTu8fNI/AAAAAAAAAhw/beFeVAmF_t0/s72-c/Picture0028+-+Copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603411339435320249.post-8166282952123968284</id><published>2010-03-29T09:53:00.035+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T05:44:07.582+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Stylo Fashion Grand Prix 2010: Gaga Fashion</title><content type='html'>I had a great time on Saturday night, the 27th of March to be more specific. Initially, I was supposed to go for Zouk's Earth Hour Party, but due to CIRCUMSTANCES, I didn't. Sadly. BUT... As I said before, god turns my bad days into good days :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up being asked to go for the Gaga Fashion Party at the STYLO Manor of the 7 Deadly Sins.&lt;br /&gt;It's a club, and it was nice. Very nice. It's a double storey club with a classy rather gothic interior, with 95% of the club being decked with red and lit up by candles. They designed it in such a way it looked like a manor, hence the name.HEHE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The party was one of the few events part of the Stylo Fashion Grand Prix 2010, a series of events in conjunction with the F1 Grand Prix.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The series of events would run for about 8 days altogether, ending on the the 3rd of April 2010.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;What's really cool is that, this year, the theme for the events would be&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Recycling is the New Black&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Can you say "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;oo la la&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;haha. Anyway, I had fun. MUCH a better option than going for Zouk's Earth Hour Party. YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first issue of the night was this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now what should I wear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Seeing that the party would be part of the Fashion Grand Prix 2010, I couldn't have very well dressed up in a black plastic bag. I know recycling's the new black, but I don't think a literal take would be a very good idea. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes. I decided on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Top: &lt;span&gt;Marks&amp;amp;Spencer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Skirt: &lt;span&gt;Just Cavalli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shoes: &lt;span&gt;CottonOn,Rubi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bangles: Singapore&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Earrings: Survivalstore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Result= Presentable. I felt pleased.&lt;br /&gt;"Wee~" for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S7pMx3ucDCI/AAAAAAAAAeY/JpsrEGoos24/s1600/DSC01096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S7pMx3ucDCI/AAAAAAAAAeY/JpsrEGoos24/s400/DSC01096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456758318168804386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S7AeQDJUXAI/AAAAAAAAAd4/eupz0KMJHmQ/s1600/DSC00130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 322px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S7AeQDJUXAI/AAAAAAAAAd4/eupz0KMJHmQ/s400/DSC00130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453892409816800258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun. For real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have THAT many photos. So if you wanna see more, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;google &lt;/span&gt;it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the theme for the night was everything "Gaga", a few were dressed in Lady Gaga-esque outfits.&lt;br /&gt;Sides that, the organizers invited Marko Mitanovski himself to the party.&lt;br /&gt;Marko Mitanovski is  a young serbian designer whose designs have been making a serious name for him in the fashion world recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why he was invited to the party is because he designs for Lady Gaga. Yes. Lady Gaga herself. So I suppose equating the theme of the party to his accomplishments would be a proper thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must be pretty exciting to design for Queen Gaga herself. Lady Gaga has worn a few of Marko's creations and even chose to wear those "Edward Scissorhands" gloves designed by Marko on the cover of Q Magazine. He showcased his designs during the London Fashion week in February 2010 as well. Quoting Datuk Nancy Yeoh that night, Marko has added more celebrities to his list of clientele, including Fergie of the Black Eyed Peas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marko has been labeled the next Alexander McQueen(God Bless his soul) and his designs has backed this prediction up so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S70qYhWlIYI/AAAAAAAAAfI/CjYEqerSWBc/s1600/lady-gaga-q-magazine-cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 396px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S70qYhWlIYI/AAAAAAAAAfI/CjYEqerSWBc/s400/lady-gaga-q-magazine-cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457564924201214338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady Gaga on the cover of Q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S70syyxO87I/AAAAAAAAAfg/EAi5tqHu4zk/s1600/marko-looks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 387px; height: 541px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S70syyxO87I/AAAAAAAAAfg/EAi5tqHu4zk/s400/marko-looks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457567574576264114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Marko's creations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S70qZxkL8JI/AAAAAAAAAfY/6RoNN_cHVck/s1600/MMitanovski3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S70qZxkL8JI/AAAAAAAAAfY/6RoNN_cHVck/s400/MMitanovski3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457564945733120146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S70qZDS5rkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/pP1VtNQd63E/s1600/markoMitanovski2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S70qZDS5rkI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/pP1VtNQd63E/s400/markoMitanovski2009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457564933312589378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'd wear this to buy a box of donuts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S70qYDmik2I/AAAAAAAAAfA/yZgHgvqVg50/s1600/gaga-marko-mitanvski-skirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 355px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S70qYDmik2I/AAAAAAAAAfA/yZgHgvqVg50/s400/gaga-marko-mitanvski-skirt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457564916215092066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lady Gaga in one of his creations during her Monster Ball Tour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Marko showcased a few of his new designs that night, he was accompanied by hairstylist &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nina Butkovich-Budden and make-up artist Isidora Petrovic on Saturday. Both were very impressed with Marko's talent after catching a glimpse of his designs on FashionTv, both on his team soon after, what a match made in fashion heaven as the trio have impeccable taste as individuals and all three as a team, creating a wonderful twist of couture and eccentricity only creative minds as such are capable of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides being accompanied by both Nina and Isidora, he was accompanied by Angie Ng. Angie Ng is a London based model, who has worked for the likes of Marc Jacobs and DKNY, been on the cover of FHM, been named the face of Pavilion in 2008 and yes...she was born in Malaysia. =) Marko picked Angie as his muse and I must say, excellent choice. She's gorgeous and she's all that. Literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="profile_connect_text" class="hidden_elem"&gt;&lt;span class="profile_icon"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="profile_connect"&gt;       &lt;a rel="dialog-post" class="UIButton UIButton_Gray UIActionButton" href="http://www.facebook.com/ajax/profile/connect.php?profile_id=752396453&amp;amp;rel_dialog=1&amp;amp;src=top_bar"&gt;&lt;span class="UIButton_Text"&gt;&lt;span class="UIButton_Icon UIButton_IconNoSpriteMap" style="background-position: 0pt -386px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlight of the night was when Datuk Nancy Yeoh introduced the eager crowd to Marko and his team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The combination of those outfits and the atmosphere of the club plus the Lady Gaga music made me feel as if I was in a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lady Gaga music video&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt;..what a feeling =)&lt;br /&gt;ooh ooh. PLUS, drinks were on Marko that night. Can you say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;free flow&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S7pMzswBlvI/AAAAAAAAAew/kYQq9musJJQ/s1600/25597_376485882502_610427502_3906633_1208993_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S7pMzswBlvI/AAAAAAAAAew/kYQq9musJJQ/s400/25597_376485882502_610427502_3906633_1208993_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456758349582407410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Isidora, Marko, Angie and Nina at the Manor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;(Photo courtesy of "The Manor" Facebook Page)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S7pMzHmON3I/AAAAAAAAAeo/HjguKoZ8DI0/s1600/25597_376485872502_610427502_3906631_3111354_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S7pMzHmON3I/AAAAAAAAAeo/HjguKoZ8DI0/s400/25597_376485872502_610427502_3906631_3111354_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456758339609180018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Angie Ng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S700XtrNkBI/AAAAAAAAAgI/QeXYUE5FcuM/s1600/DSC01069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S700XtrNkBI/AAAAAAAAAgI/QeXYUE5FcuM/s400/DSC01069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457575905445384210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Isidora, Nina, Marko, Angie and Datuk Nancy Yeoh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S700WiHNlrI/AAAAAAAAAf4/BkHnS8NEJdw/s1600/DSC00114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S700WiHNlrI/AAAAAAAAAf4/BkHnS8NEJdw/s400/DSC00114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457575885161731762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The DJ's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S700VSxRy-I/AAAAAAAAAfw/GK65hgpT2Bo/s1600/DSC00115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S700VSxRy-I/AAAAAAAAAfw/GK65hgpT2Bo/s400/DSC00115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457575863863331810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S7pM0BV_pKI/AAAAAAAAAe4/autj8l_YcB8/s1600/DSC00113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S7pM0BV_pKI/AAAAAAAAAe4/autj8l_YcB8/s400/DSC00113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456758355110372514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S7pMyYhTZ8I/AAAAAAAAAeg/IOYqxd1wImQ/s1600/DSC00104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S7pMyYhTZ8I/AAAAAAAAAeg/IOYqxd1wImQ/s400/DSC00104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456758326972082114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S8TepIW9lJI/AAAAAAAAAhg/z-4jvJcevU0/s1600/DSC01074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S8TepIW9lJI/AAAAAAAAAhg/z-4jvJcevU0/s400/DSC01074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459733446479680658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Angie posing for us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S700UqQ4DhI/AAAAAAAAAfo/J8eMzmkTulU/s1600/28032010296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S700UqQ4DhI/AAAAAAAAAfo/J8eMzmkTulU/s400/28032010296.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457575852990008850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Courtesy of a Blackberry's lousy camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S7AeRuLD0iI/AAAAAAAAAeI/pUZZjmXJVX8/s1600/DSC01088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S7AeRuLD0iI/AAAAAAAAAeI/pUZZjmXJVX8/s400/DSC01088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453892438546698786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pillow fight anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The V.i.P. area upstairs is what I'd describe as facebookphoto-op heaven. The three four poster beds all covered in silk sheets were uber sexy as BDSM styled chains dangle from the ceiling. No joke. Super sexy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S8MYY64nUeI/AAAAAAAAAg4/gSslYFuDcfQ/s1600/DSC01092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S8MYY64nUeI/AAAAAAAAAg4/gSslYFuDcfQ/s400/DSC01092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459233989705814498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S8MQftLCrMI/AAAAAAAAAgo/8i5SucpngkY/s1600/DSC01090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S8MQftLCrMI/AAAAAAAAAgo/8i5SucpngkY/s400/DSC01090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459225310191070402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S8MYanWzL6I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/mtCvA5o0bCI/s1600/DSC01100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S8MYanWzL6I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/mtCvA5o0bCI/s400/DSC01100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459234018823450530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S8MYaGRvtrI/AAAAAAAAAhI/WqsjzU_FeG4/s1600/DSC01097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S8MYaGRvtrI/AAAAAAAAAhI/WqsjzU_FeG4/s400/DSC01097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459234009943881394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes. There were FIREBREATHERS hired by the club..oo lala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of fire breathers, one of em GRABBED and HELD ME CLOSE while lickingthe flame(is the term "licking the flame" correct?). I COULD SMELL the kerosene on him. SCARY.haha.&lt;br /&gt;He looked a lot like Umaga(God bless his soul).&lt;br /&gt;=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S8MYZtF56hI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Fg7onsibGPw/s1600/DSC01098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S8MYZtF56hI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Fg7onsibGPw/s400/DSC01098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459234003183331858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The CAGE outside the club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S8MYX-8X8tI/AAAAAAAAAgw/h8mq4YR3de0/s1600/DSC01089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S8MYX-8X8tI/AAAAAAAAAgw/h8mq4YR3de0/s400/DSC01089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459233973615456978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S8TeGVWwaZI/AAAAAAAAAhY/27h8qauvXUE/s1600/DSC01083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S8TeGVWwaZI/AAAAAAAAAhY/27h8qauvXUE/s400/DSC01083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459732848673057170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S8MQebUou0I/AAAAAAAAAgY/c2B3l6nwieE/s1600/DSC01081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S8MQebUou0I/AAAAAAAAAgY/c2B3l6nwieE/s400/DSC01081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459225288219605826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Marko and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S8TepqDjvPI/AAAAAAAAAho/ki-6DLhN8Ug/s1600/DSC01091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S8TepqDjvPI/AAAAAAAAAho/ki-6DLhN8Ug/s400/DSC01091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459733455525100786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;All in all, I had fun. I'm not really into clubbing as much as before anymore, but parties as such are worth my while.&lt;br /&gt;What's life without a lil spice eyh&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8603411339435320249-8166282952123968284?l=mynameislizakay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/8166282952123968284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/8166282952123968284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameislizakay.blogspot.com/2010/03/stylo-fashion-grand-prix-2010-gaga.html' title='Stylo Fashion Grand Prix 2010: Gaga Fashion'/><author><name>Liza Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623048781581534140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Syq1ubeExLI/AAAAAAAAAVk/WDgHqteZYgc/S220/PB231358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S7pMx3ucDCI/AAAAAAAAAeY/JpsrEGoos24/s72-c/DSC01096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603411339435320249.post-2422711532358436478</id><published>2010-03-21T04:26:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T14:02:00.992+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family and friends'/><title type='text'>A GREAT day =P (Putrajaya International Hot Air Balloon Fiesta)</title><content type='html'>I had loadsa fun last saturday! and it's been awhile since I've had a good one =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 12 cos JOY woke me up!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Miss Gracia woke me up at 12 and told me to be ready in 15 minutes..&lt;br /&gt;Me, being me. Got ready in more than 15mins .ngehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we headed to Putrajaya for the 2nd Putrajaya International Hot Air Balloon Fiesta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO BE COMPLETELY HONEST... When they told me about it, the first thing that came to mind was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, an "Oh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached Putrajaya around 2 something. I have to admit though, the town itself looks nice. It's like..like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AN IDEAL MALAYSIA.&lt;br /&gt;A MALAYSIA SO MANY ARE NOT FAMILIAR WITH.&lt;br /&gt;HA HA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anywho, to cut the story short. We had alota fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was filled with..with..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;games, hot guys, hot guys, games, hot guys, nice stuff to buy, hot guys, games and a whole load of hot air balloons. HAHAHHA.&lt;br /&gt;There were a lot of booths set up. Games. Food. A FLEA MARKET. O M G, Joy and I bought these really nice earrings &lt;3 There were go karts, helicopter rides, hot air balloon rides, and such... I JUST CAN'T RECALL yea. I had fun We went up to random photographers to ask them to take our photos and to send them to us. Result: SUCCESS!  haha. Ok fine, we haven't really checked whether they've sent them or not. BUT YEA. At least we had the guts to ask. ha ha   AND to top it all off. On the way to dinner to meett another friend, I called in to RedFm to win 4 passes to the Earth hour Party in Zouk this coming Saturday. and I WON!! YAY! Perfect, no?heheh. I thank god everyday for life even as bad as it looks at times. Praising him has never been a let down, because things always brighten up for me because he loves me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S6rnRRYfS6I/AAAAAAAAAao/Oba8ViNRXAY/s1600/DSC01772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 359px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S6rnRRYfS6I/AAAAAAAAAao/Oba8ViNRXAY/s400/DSC01772.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452424582795316130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ariff: SATU MALAYSIA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S6rnQ0fof9I/AAAAAAAAAag/2pozqaSGtb8/s1600/DSC01768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 447px; height: 335px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S6rnQ0fof9I/AAAAAAAAAag/2pozqaSGtb8/s400/DSC01768.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452424575040651218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flew, his wings on the other hand, were shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S6rnQVI7vdI/AAAAAAAAAaY/Uzp6udqAyZ0/s1600/DSC00006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 481px; height: 360px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S6rnQVI7vdI/AAAAAAAAAaY/Uzp6udqAyZ0/s400/DSC00006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452424566623944146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mr. EXTREME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S6rnPgW7VrI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/i2_pAwbX00s/s1600/DSC00005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 493px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S6rnPgW7VrI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/i2_pAwbX00s/s400/DSC00005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452424552455558834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sek kuan, why so sad? missing Chuman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S6rnO_xZnjI/AAAAAAAAAaI/-_VYQob2NTQ/s1600/DSC01757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 467px; height: 350px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S6rnO_xZnjI/AAAAAAAAAaI/-_VYQob2NTQ/s400/DSC01757.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452424543708225074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was like "JOY JOY. Let's make this look like one of those ads. Now, LAUGH!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S6rovsrP7nI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/TuXbJH0QwWU/s1600/DSC00040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 357px; height: 476px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S6rovsrP7nI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/TuXbJH0QwWU/s400/DSC00040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452426205029461618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was thinking of him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S6rou_7dWJI/AAAAAAAAAbI/UmuEAARZRzw/s1600/DSC01755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 345px; height: 460px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S6rou_7dWJI/AAAAAAAAAbI/UmuEAARZRzw/s400/DSC01755.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452426193017854098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't look at us, look at the ball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S6roucctaNI/AAAAAAAAAbA/CH_l0WgUVdY/s1600/DSC01773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 346px; height: 462px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S6roucctaNI/AAAAAAAAAbA/CH_l0WgUVdY/s400/DSC01773.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452426183493642450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You can play flying without wings now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S6rotycfIfI/AAAAAAAAAa4/ZeSO_qhpWAU/s1600/DSC01760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 465px; height: 348px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S6rotycfIfI/AAAAAAAAAa4/ZeSO_qhpWAU/s400/DSC01760.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452426172218417650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Omg. I love these 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S6roteBjmSI/AAAAAAAAAaw/zUQK0KcZCXc/s1600/DSC01749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 381px; height: 509px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S6roteBjmSI/AAAAAAAAAaw/zUQK0KcZCXc/s400/DSC01749.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452426166736754978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MUMMY DEAREST!! There's a stick right...THERE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S6rwSsXa1hI/AAAAAAAAAb4/OTQ1hRRcMlE/s1600/DSC00058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 516px; height: 387px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S6rwSsXa1hI/AAAAAAAAAb4/OTQ1hRRcMlE/s400/DSC00058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452434502823106066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No one's smiling, BOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S6rwR7wieOI/AAAAAAAAAbw/fQef2Yr9piw/s1600/DSC00027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 359px; height: 450px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S6rwR7wieOI/AAAAAAAAAbw/fQef2Yr9piw/s400/DSC00027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452434489775126754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Putra Bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S6rwRbhv_SI/AAAAAAAAAbo/JY9_I3SchDA/s1600/DSC00024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 477px; height: 358px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S6rwRbhv_SI/AAAAAAAAAbo/JY9_I3SchDA/s400/DSC00024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452434481123163426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S6rwQ9qRNYI/AAAAAAAAAbg/MGYEmdr_BY0/s1600/DSC00008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 455px; height: 341px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S6rwQ9qRNYI/AAAAAAAAAbg/MGYEmdr_BY0/s400/DSC00008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452434473105831298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S6rwQIwuhNI/AAAAAAAAAbY/cAF3LZ62Qbo/s1600/DSC00013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 468px; height: 350px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S6rwQIwuhNI/AAAAAAAAAbY/cAF3LZ62Qbo/s400/DSC00013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452434458905838802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S6rxpmI1WDI/AAAAAAAAAcg/yvqKCc3xFH8/s1600/DSC00046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 463px; height: 347px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S6rxpmI1WDI/AAAAAAAAAcg/yvqKCc3xFH8/s400/DSC00046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452435995799935026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S6rxpGuZZxI/AAAAAAAAAcY/hehT5jT8dJI/s1600/DSC00084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 355px; height: 473px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S6rxpGuZZxI/AAAAAAAAAcY/hehT5jT8dJI/s400/DSC00084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452435987367552786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We were like asking two adorable kids to keep on playing with their bubble guns JUST TO GET THIS EFFECT.haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S6rxorR7seI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/7bttS1kwxT4/s1600/DSC00070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 353px; height: 470px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S6rxorR7seI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/7bttS1kwxT4/s400/DSC00070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452435980000408034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I see something big and black and it's not me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S6rxoGUnHcI/AAAAAAAAAcI/3gSNi3nD4Qo/s1600/DSC00080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 353px; height: 470px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S6rxoGUnHcI/AAAAAAAAAcI/3gSNi3nD4Qo/s400/DSC00080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452435970079530434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S6rxnRXbh8I/AAAAAAAAAcA/L7X9cBjIi6A/s1600/DSC00048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 442px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S6rxnRXbh8I/AAAAAAAAAcA/L7X9cBjIi6A/s400/DSC00048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452435955864274882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When I see this photo, I think of Shontelle and her song T-Shirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S6r1G0otI1I/AAAAAAAAAdI/QPoF8OUO6b0/s1600/DSC00081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 349px; height: 465px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S6r1G0otI1I/AAAAAAAAAdI/QPoF8OUO6b0/s400/DSC00081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452439796442800978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He was like "It was THIS big! I swear!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S6r1GZ6lcBI/AAAAAAAAAdA/WEwiqVTOTpU/s1600/DSC01740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 444px; height: 332px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S6r1GZ6lcBI/AAAAAAAAAdA/WEwiqVTOTpU/s400/DSC01740.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452439789270036498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S6r1Fmbu8QI/AAAAAAAAAc4/gdTRD5tFwpg/s1600/DSC01741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 470px; height: 352px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S6r1Fmbu8QI/AAAAAAAAAc4/gdTRD5tFwpg/s400/DSC01741.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452439775450427650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S6r1FGwYj0I/AAAAAAAAAcw/HSb18BYtwL4/s1600/DSC00092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 449px; height: 336px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S6r1FGwYj0I/AAAAAAAAAcw/HSb18BYtwL4/s400/DSC00092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452439766947106626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Piggy Bank of the Corrupted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S6r4bZUVG2I/AAAAAAAAAdw/wBGkYLH4mCU/s1600/DSC01751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 446px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S6r4bZUVG2I/AAAAAAAAAdw/wBGkYLH4mCU/s400/DSC01751.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452443448421718882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I effing want one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S6r4a24F23I/AAAAAAAAAdo/QSTgyrOEf9s/s1600/DSC01752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 454px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S6r4a24F23I/AAAAAAAAAdo/QSTgyrOEf9s/s400/DSC01752.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452443439176473458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S6r4aO_3h9I/AAAAAAAAAdg/TCjNvseUd0g/s1600/DSC00011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 456px; height: 331px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S6r4aO_3h9I/AAAAAAAAAdg/TCjNvseUd0g/s400/DSC00011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452443428471670738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I wanna ride on one of those &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SO EFFING BADLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S6r4ZjNH4qI/AAAAAAAAAdY/m6i5v_icySY/s1600/DSC01750+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 438px; height: 329px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S6r4ZjNH4qI/AAAAAAAAAdY/m6i5v_icySY/s400/DSC01750+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452443416716108450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Irony. She was just mentioning how much she's scared of clowns, and he came along "Hi! I'm hot, may I stand under your umbrella?" IRONY AT ITS BEST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S6r1EhBI-aI/AAAAAAAAAco/8rn7A1dQVXo/s1600/DSC00094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 436px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S6r1EhBI-aI/AAAAAAAAAco/8rn7A1dQVXo/s400/DSC00094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452439756816841122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me for the low quality photos, I'm merely using a 3.2mp camera phone. I lost my digital cam charger =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended the night with dinner with mr. soo jian (In no way related to Kim Jong Il)&lt;br /&gt;and I a video talk with my man =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8603411339435320249-2422711532358436478?l=mynameislizakay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/2422711532358436478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/2422711532358436478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameislizakay.blogspot.com/2010/03/great-day-p-putrajaya-international-hot.html' title='A GREAT day =P (Putrajaya International Hot Air Balloon Fiesta)'/><author><name>Liza Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623048781581534140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Syq1ubeExLI/AAAAAAAAAVk/WDgHqteZYgc/S220/PB231358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S6rnRRYfS6I/AAAAAAAAAao/Oba8ViNRXAY/s72-c/DSC01772.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603411339435320249.post-1299074450671305830</id><published>2010-03-20T03:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T04:25:07.365+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Curves are SEXY</title><content type='html'>Isn't it exciting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Curves &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;are &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;BACK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.M.G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone are those days of extreme diets and rigorous exercise &lt;span class="dct-tt"&gt;à la torture camps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say bye to scrupulously maintaining(or losing) those pounds to a point where "thinspiristic" goals are but a threat to our bodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say HELLO to IDEALISTIC exercise regimes, HEALTHY diets and the allowance to "pig out" without it being labeled as one of the seven deadly "ana" sins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls, embrace what you've got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S6PVTQBzZ-I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/d5r5ILBCD7U/s1600-h/skinny_228x593.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S6PVTQBzZ-I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/d5r5ILBCD7U/s400/skinny_228x593.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450434500745193442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S6PVUNiES1I/AAAAAAAAAaA/_zZ_PoK7x7I/s1600-h/curved.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S6PVUNiES1I/AAAAAAAAAaA/_zZ_PoK7x7I/s400/curved.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450434517255080786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="dct-tt"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Isn't this such a relief?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;. Karl Lagerfeld was recently quoted after sending girls away from a casting because,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"&lt;/blockquote&gt;They looked as if they had grown up in a Third World country with no food to eat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOR KARL "ANOREXIA IS BEAUTY" LAGERFELD TO SAY SUCH A THING IS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;epic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm pretty sure it doesn't mean obesity rules the fashion world as we speak, but a somewhat healthier image is now the "trend".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh...I can't describe how much this is a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was getting sick of the "long hair-skinny legs-ribs showing- emaciated" look.HONESTLY.&lt;br /&gt;Being scarily thin is as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="dct-tt"&gt;passé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="dct-tp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;as Macualay Culkin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Posh &lt;/span&gt;OUT, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ditto &lt;/span&gt;IN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha-ha&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/8603411339435320249-1299074450671305830?l=mynameislizakay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/1299074450671305830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/1299074450671305830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameislizakay.blogspot.com/2010/03/curves-are-sexy.html' title='Curves are SEXY'/><author><name>Liza Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623048781581534140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Syq1ubeExLI/AAAAAAAAAVk/WDgHqteZYgc/S220/PB231358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S6PVTQBzZ-I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/d5r5ILBCD7U/s72-c/skinny_228x593.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603411339435320249.post-1443356264828500205</id><published>2010-03-15T18:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T20:49:28.412+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family and friends'/><title type='text'>Tan lines and softener</title><content type='html'>I've gotten a TAD darker. haha. yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was &lt;s&gt;admiring&lt;/s&gt; looking at myself in the mirror today to find THIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S54hZjaOsqI/AAAAAAAAAZg/mxMZJxc9-yU/s1600-h/DSC01728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 193px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S54hZjaOsqI/AAAAAAAAAZg/mxMZJxc9-yU/s400/DSC01728.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448829322050581154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAN LINES&lt;br /&gt;TAN LINES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ok, fair enough. I had to lower the brightness for this specific photo cos if I had not, the tan lines wouldn't have been as visible.&lt;br /&gt;But nonetheless, from now on, each time I go swimming, I promise to slap loads of sunblock on. I don't mind the whole tanning part, I mind the whole "my skin will end up looking like a prune one day" part. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found a new past-time... SWIMMING. Gone are the days of jogging and what not to keep fit. I like swimming now. I walked all the way to the golf club today with a friend to find out the pool's closed on Mondays. HA HA. We'll go tomorrow...again :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMEONE tried showing off to me the other day. This guy I really like was like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"That was short!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(after I was done swimming, I replied his text)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;and I was like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"WTF. I swam for an hour and a half!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he replied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Oh. I usually swim for 3 hours"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAH! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;showoff&lt;/span&gt;! He even added how he has Taylor Lautner's body. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHY DO I LIKE SUCH COCKY PEOPLE&lt;/span&gt;. Nonetheless, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;sayang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;him a lot&lt;/span&gt;. SO SUE ME, and when I asked him&lt;br /&gt;"So what's my sayang doing now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his reply&lt;br /&gt;"I'm evaluating my players"...&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;EVALUATING. EVALUATING. EVALUATING. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;(He's the captain of his football team btw)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVALUATING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEA&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;hhahahh&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ahahahhaha&lt;/span&gt;hhahahhahahh&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ahahhahahahahhahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's so cocky with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and each time we video chat on Skype, he tends to show his arm muscles off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Look look. My muscles!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh huh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have photos of him hugging his cat and his teddy bear&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Macho my ass&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he's super sweet as well.&lt;br /&gt;He knows I have a slight bit of insomnia, so he stays awake for me (even until 5-6a.m.), he allows me to study even though our webcams are on, hes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;understanding&lt;/span&gt;, he &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;listens&lt;/span&gt;, he &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shares&lt;/span&gt; things with me, he went to see my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;parents &lt;/span&gt;when I wasn't around, he came to see me the night before I left Kuching even though it was like 1a.m. in the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;morning&lt;/span&gt;(I got back at midnight after watching AVATAR with my parents.hahaha) and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stayed &lt;/span&gt;with me til 4.30a.m. (seeing that my flight was at 7.30a.m.), he KNOWS what I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt;, he doesn't put up a front with me, he &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;checks &lt;/span&gt;up on me A LOT, he knows how to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;treat &lt;/span&gt;a lady and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOOO much more&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE'S ALL THAT,&lt;/span&gt; and I care for him &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO &lt;/span&gt;much, and just because I listed down the few things he would do for me, it doesn't mean I won't do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told myself "No more" after being crushed, but with men like this, how to not fall? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like ..like (FORGIVE ME FOR SOUNDING LIKE A SIMPLE PLAN SONG. Just BEAR WITH ME)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S54qAqt4u6I/AAAAAAAAAZo/X-vMSjWyIvk/s1600-h/broken_heart_by_fabu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S54qAqt4u6I/AAAAAAAAAZo/X-vMSjWyIvk/s400/broken_heart_by_fabu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448838790119996322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BEFORE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S54qA5ZAKtI/AAAAAAAAAZw/ASYJob_hf7U/s1600-h/how_to_heal_a_broken_heart_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S54qA5ZAKtI/AAAAAAAAAZw/ASYJob_hf7U/s400/how_to_heal_a_broken_heart_001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448838794058934994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:78%;" &gt;(Credits to "&lt;a href="http://superlative1.wordpress.com/2007/12/15/the-beauty-of-a-broken-heart/"&gt;RantingsoftheSuperlative1&lt;/a&gt;" for the photos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And those hideous looking band-aids represent him, but in reality hes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;hideous =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah...I can IMAGINE how many people are gonna tease me for using such emo like photos.SUE ME. I borrowed them from a site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously LOVE the smell of softener. It makes me feel all happy and clean =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the saddest thing happened today, HALF of my softener spilled on the floor. ADOWH. Sakit.&lt;br /&gt;Thank god I did 3 weeks worth of laundry 2 days ago. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;3 WEEKS WORTH OF LAUNDRY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;People act as if they do laundry on a daily basis!!&lt;/span&gt; ishhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8603411339435320249-1443356264828500205?l=mynameislizakay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/1443356264828500205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/1443356264828500205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameislizakay.blogspot.com/2010/03/tan-lines-and-softener.html' title='Tan lines and softener'/><author><name>Liza Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623048781581534140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Syq1ubeExLI/AAAAAAAAAVk/WDgHqteZYgc/S220/PB231358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S54hZjaOsqI/AAAAAAAAAZg/mxMZJxc9-yU/s72-c/DSC01728.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603411339435320249.post-7354356103068167345</id><published>2010-03-10T18:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T19:05:56.613+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family and friends'/><title type='text'>Sarees and cats :)</title><content type='html'>ah.i need to update.I'm just not sure WHERE to start. Let's see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was an usher for the college dinner the other day, and the theme was "Colours of Bollywood"&lt;br /&gt;Yea. AWESOME right??!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I had to come up with an indian costume fast cos it was Saturday afternoon and the dinner was on the following Monday. I ended up buying a sari. That's not the funny part. The funny part was this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I HAVE NO IDEA HOW TO WRAP A SARI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bahahhahha..after watching endless videos, I finally gave up. So on the dinner day itself, I got help from two lovely ladies who wrapped my sari for me.hehe.Gorgeous work :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved everyone's outfits that night. I felt so priyanka.HAHAHHA. had the henna on my hand, the bangles, which I bought from Singapore, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bindi&lt;/span&gt;, the necklace and the awesome sandals as well.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; I FELT LIKE AN INDIAN PRINCESS&lt;/span&gt;.ahhahhahah, and NO, it's not because I have indian blood, but because I looked like one. nyahahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked the heaviest material, cos I fell in love with the colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S5d2pAwAHfI/AAAAAAAAAZY/bK-DDWzdmZY/s1600-h/26552_1352264800098_1035743641_1067963_6194056_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S5d2pAwAHfI/AAAAAAAAAZY/bK-DDWzdmZY/s400/26552_1352264800098_1035743641_1067963_6194056_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446952721275952626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S5d2oshvwrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/B2Lro2tCZDk/s1600-h/26552_1352264040079_1035743641_1067946_7757233_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S5d2oshvwrI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/B2Lro2tCZDk/s400/26552_1352264040079_1035743641_1067946_7757233_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446952715847451314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S5d2oPoDUvI/AAAAAAAAAZI/Pb1a3xqfSyQ/s1600-h/Picture0015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S5d2oPoDUvI/AAAAAAAAAZI/Pb1a3xqfSyQ/s400/Picture0015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446952708089271026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Imagine this: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 or is it 9 yards of material wrapped around my little body. Hell, it was tough.ahaha.I looked bulkier, and yes. It WAS heavy, but totally worth it. Loved it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this guy I like.a lot. Yes. We were talking on the phone the other day and he said the most ADORABLE thing which made me go &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AWWW&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;"Baby, i realize that people can simply kidnap simba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Cos i saw my neighbor's little daughter carrying her around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Yes, im gonna lock simba in the house"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Simba's his cat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AWWWWWW....AWWWWW&lt;/span&gt;...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's adorable I swear. hehe. He tries to act so MANLY and tough, but hes sooooo adorable in my eyes. He sings backstreet boys' songs as well.AHHAHAHAHA. =)&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/8603411339435320249-7354356103068167345?l=mynameislizakay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/7354356103068167345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/7354356103068167345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameislizakay.blogspot.com/2010/03/sarees-and-cats.html' title='Sarees and cats :)'/><author><name>Liza Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623048781581534140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/3666060261017224672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameislizakay.blogspot.com/2010/03/forgetting-my-roots-hair-roots.html' title='Forgetting my roots (hair roots)'/><author><name>Liza Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623048781581534140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Syq1ubeExLI/AAAAAAAAAVk/WDgHqteZYgc/S220/PB231358.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603411339435320249.post-8007329825568087638</id><published>2010-03-01T05:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T08:19:15.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Put me down</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8603411339435320249-8007329825568087638?l=mynameislizakay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/8007329825568087638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/8007329825568087638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameislizakay.blogspot.com/2010/03/put-me-down.html' title='Put me down'/><author><name>Liza Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623048781581534140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Syq1ubeExLI/AAAAAAAAAVk/WDgHqteZYgc/S220/PB231358.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603411339435320249.post-1812740677897607268</id><published>2010-02-28T04:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T04:37:35.614+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>jerks</title><content type='html'>jerks are meant for disney princesses and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't really want one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know that sooner or later, it will hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.: notice how i didn't bother to make use of big caps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the subject of my post doesnt deserve such special treatment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;advice:leave.me.alone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8603411339435320249-1812740677897607268?l=mynameislizakay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/1812740677897607268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/1812740677897607268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameislizakay.blogspot.com/2010/02/jerks.html' title='jerks'/><author><name>Liza Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623048781581534140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Syq1ubeExLI/AAAAAAAAAVk/WDgHqteZYgc/S220/PB231358.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603411339435320249.post-317105165980173270</id><published>2010-02-27T00:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T00:17:04.211+08:00</updated><title type='text'>21 things to do before you're 21</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=http://www.seventeen.com/college-career/21-things-csp-0606&gt;21 things to do before you're 21&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted using &lt;a href="http://sharethis.com"&gt;ShareThis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8603411339435320249-317105165980173270?l=mynameislizakay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/317105165980173270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/317105165980173270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameislizakay.blogspot.com/2010/02/21-things-to-do-before-you-21.html' title='21 things to do before you&amp;#39;re 21'/><author><name>Liza Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623048781581534140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Syq1ubeExLI/AAAAAAAAAVk/WDgHqteZYgc/S220/PB231358.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603411339435320249.post-1336287711451137604</id><published>2010-02-24T16:25:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T16:57:41.720+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Taking Chances</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SO RANDOM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S4To2dGL-3I/AAAAAAAAAYw/jWeO88S6nlk/s1600-h/DSC01636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S4To2dGL-3I/AAAAAAAAAYw/jWeO88S6nlk/s400/DSC01636.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441730271991561074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SPIN. PLZ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S4To1VKhDDI/AAAAAAAAAYo/LaDwcdFhltE/s1600-h/DSC01614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S4To1VKhDDI/AAAAAAAAAYo/LaDwcdFhltE/s400/DSC01614.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441730252682366002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S4To0UxAwmI/AAAAAAAAAYg/-A-PbKOVdgw/s1600-h/DSC01610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S4To0UxAwmI/AAAAAAAAAYg/-A-PbKOVdgw/s400/DSC01610.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441730235395523170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S4TozWBn-WI/AAAAAAAAAYY/K_Mxrq3A14A/s1600-h/DSC01621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S4TozWBn-WI/AAAAAAAAAYY/K_Mxrq3A14A/s400/DSC01621.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441730218553768290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S4Toyg8To3I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/0RwVWw2cNcE/s1600-h/DSC01430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S4Toyg8To3I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/0RwVWw2cNcE/s400/DSC01430.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441730204304384882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently in love with this song by Celine Dion, and YES, I got to know about it by hearing the Lea Michele version on GLEE. :D hehe&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6GHHpZWS7g0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6GHHpZWS7g0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 0px; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;p  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: separate;  line-height: 18px;  font-family:Tahoma, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don't know much about your life. Don't know much about your world,&lt;/b&gt; but Don't want to be alone tonight,  On this planet they call earth.  &lt;b&gt;You don't know about my past, and I don't have a future figured out. And maybe this is going too fast. And maybe it's not meant to last, &lt;/b&gt;  &lt;b&gt;But what do you say to taking chances,  What do you say to jumping off the edge? Never knowing if there's solid ground below Or hand to hold, or hell to pay,  What do you say,  What do you say?&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;b&gt;I just want to start again,  And maybe you could show me how to try,  And maybe you could take me in, &lt;/b&gt; Somewhere underneath your skin?  What do you say to taking chances,  What do you say to jumping off the edge?  Never knowing if there's solid ground below Or hand to hold, or hell to pay,  What do you say,  What do you say?  &lt;b&gt;And I had my heart beaten down,  But I always come back for more&lt;/b&gt;, yeah. &lt;b&gt;There's nothing like love to pull you up,  When you're laying down on the floor there. So talk to me, talk to me,  Like lovers do. Yeah walk with me, walk with me,  Like lovers do, &lt;/b&gt; Like lovers do.  What do you say to taking chances,  What do you say to jumping off the edge? Never knowing if there's solid ground below Or hand to hold, or hell to pay,  What do you say,  What do you say?  Don't know much about your life And I don't know much about your world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Tahoma, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: separate;  line-height: 18px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Tahoma, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: separate;  line-height: 18px;font-size:13px;"&gt;It just boggles the mind, no? :D ha ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Tahoma, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: separate;  line-height: 18px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Tahoma, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: separate; 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New things. OH SOOOO HAPPPPPEH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you all know that the airport lost my checked in luggage ?&lt;br /&gt;YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessi and I went flew to Singapore during the CNY holidays and we checked in a bag, my bag to be specific. We dumped A LOT of our things in and checked the bag in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reaching Changi Airport, we noticed our bag WASN'T on the conveyor belt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW UPSETTING :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we lost A LOT of precious and EXPENSIVE items.&lt;br /&gt;We're soo gonna claim back what we lost. They told us that the bag may have ended up in some other country&lt;br /&gt;WOW INTELLIGENT&lt;br /&gt;THUMBS UP to the dumbf***s who lead to the disappearance of our bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But YES. God being AWESOME, we got a LOT in return. TRUST ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have THAT many photos cos I didn't bring my camera this time round, but Jess did and I'll upload a few as soon as I get them from her. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh ooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drank two glasses of coffee and a red bull just now. Know why? COS I HAVE 2 ASSIGNMENTS DUE THIS WEEK, AND I LOST EVERYTHING IN MY CHECKED IN BAG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, I love Cory Monteith. DAMN he's sexy, and that Vivo City Guy as well, my Mike SHINOBI (not Shinoda thank you :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotsss loadsa stuff to show youuuuu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, I was having lunch with Jess, aaron and suzanna at this curry house in PJ.dayum, it was delicious, but my wisdom tooth was aching like a mofo. WHY. So suzanna brought me to the nearest 7/11 and I bought painkillers. AHHH..I've been pain free ever since. Wheeee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit, I'm not really looking forward to going back to kuching in May. I'd probably apply for some job just to fill my time and to earn extra cash, it's not as if &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ringgit &lt;/span&gt;bills fall from the sky..or do they..hmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit, being unattached has &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SO MANY PERKS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ;). Thank you sir for liberating me :D ha-ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, my roots are starting to show, and my new straightening iron was in the checked in bag. SO SCREW IT. I'm gonna rebond the roots as soon as my exams are over and I'm done with these god forsaken assignments(&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:78%;" &gt;Liza, if you have a tonne of assignments, why are you online now?SHUSH, I know&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized something, more and more people are wearing coloured contacts. I mean, HEY IT'S COOL AND ALL, but...why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are people THAT dissatisfied with their eye colour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I on the other hand, LOVE my eye colour. I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S4L_1T3UwNI/AAAAAAAAAYI/7d6UmBqRbw8/s1600-h/DSC01605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S4L_1T3UwNI/AAAAAAAAAYI/7d6UmBqRbw8/s400/DSC01605.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441192591147450578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't mind if they were jet black or crystal blue. I love myself and I'm happy to be me. I feel sad for those who aren't. I'm not saying people who wear coloured contacts don't love themselves, that's silly!! I was even thinking of buying &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RED &lt;/span&gt;coloured contacts myself. They look so carnivorous-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe.&lt;br /&gt;BUT, I'll probably keep that RM60(is that how much coloured contacts cost nowadays?) aside for FOOD. ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;Having only Pepsi for dinner, or coffee for lunch isn't exactly GOURMET kan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm praying that there'll be a sudden drop in temperature in Malaysia so I'll have a chance to wear my new &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Miss Selfridge&lt;/span&gt; leather jacket. NGEHEHEHE..with a white dress and those new black heels (to replace the new white ones the airport LOST) on my 21st..weeeee~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EH. I'm so excited about my college's annual dinner coming soon. The theme will be BOLLYWOOD. I'm so effing excited I tell you!!! I must buy a red sari. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;saya suka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I volunteered to be an usher :D haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EH. I'm reading this awesome book I &lt;s&gt;stole&lt;/s&gt; borrowed from klaire. ha-ha.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;Love klairebear&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;The title's "Does my Head Look Big in This?" by Randa Abdel-Fattah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://muslimmatters.org/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/myhead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 475px;" src="http://muslimmatters.org/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/myhead.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not done with it YET, but it seems pretty interesting. It's about a muslim girl named Amal who's going through highschool. It's interesting kay? Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate assignments.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8603411339435320249-2237983993072799709?l=mynameislizakay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/2237983993072799709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/2237983993072799709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameislizakay.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-weekyesno.html' title='What a week?Yes?No?'/><author><name>Liza Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623048781581534140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Syq1ubeExLI/AAAAAAAAAVk/WDgHqteZYgc/S220/PB231358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/S4L_1T3UwNI/AAAAAAAAAYI/7d6UmBqRbw8/s72-c/DSC01605.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603411339435320249.post-9089973853434852780</id><published>2010-01-23T01:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T03:11:24.597+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>DECISIONS DECISIONS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I noticed for the past 2 months, most of my *important* decisions were made by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tossing a Coin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Like W.T.H.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yes, some decisions made by tossing the OH GREAT COIN were infact WISE ones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Many have told me taking a risk is alright and you'll always be OK as long as you have something to fall back on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AND I &lt;b&gt;COMPLETELY &lt;/b&gt;AGREE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What if you've had enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What if you're just sick of being in the same situation...again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and &lt;b&gt;WHAT IF&lt;/b&gt; I'm just comfortable being in that place where&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;DON'T WANT to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;make a decision&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm afraid of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Déjà vu&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8603411339435320249-9089973853434852780?l=mynameislizakay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/9089973853434852780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/9089973853434852780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameislizakay.blogspot.com/2010/01/decisions-decisions.html' title='DECISIONS DECISIONS'/><author><name>Liza Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623048781581534140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Syq1ubeExLI/AAAAAAAAAVk/WDgHqteZYgc/S220/PB231358.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603411339435320249.post-6111271177358344047</id><published>2010-01-12T19:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T19:56:52.080+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family and friends'/><title type='text'>WHY</title><content type='html'>I think I'm in love&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now what ever happened to that promise of abstaining from men for the next 4 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8603411339435320249-6111271177358344047?l=mynameislizakay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/6111271177358344047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/6111271177358344047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameislizakay.blogspot.com/2010/01/why.html' title='WHY'/><author><name>Liza Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623048781581534140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Syq1ubeExLI/AAAAAAAAAVk/WDgHqteZYgc/S220/PB231358.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603411339435320249.post-6495771036173829019</id><published>2009-12-27T05:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T14:47:18.221+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family and friends'/><title type='text'>Blue shirt by Liza Kay and Phoebe Klaire</title><content type='html'>God knows whether i'm tipsy or JUST happy. But yea. Klaire bear and I made a video. ENJOY. I WROTE THE SONG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HrrGOEUhNjc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HrrGOEUhNjc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/8603411339435320249-6495771036173829019?l=mynameislizakay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/6495771036173829019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/6495771036173829019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameislizakay.blogspot.com/2009/12/blue-shirt-by-liza-kay-and-phoebe.html' title='Blue shirt by Liza Kay and Phoebe Klaire'/><author><name>Liza Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623048781581534140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Syq1ubeExLI/AAAAAAAAAVk/WDgHqteZYgc/S220/PB231358.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603411339435320249.post-8854129915846550191</id><published>2009-12-23T04:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T04:01:52.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My most Detailed post yet!</title><content type='html'>OOh. Let me talk about my week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... i DON'T KNOW WHERE TO START&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel as if my days have been slipping by faster than ever this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;oh well... I've been having fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start off with Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;I had a get together at my place.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't take any photos.&lt;br /&gt;I mean... &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;WHO DOES WHEN THEY'RE ACTUALLY HAVING A GOOD TIME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;sidesfacebookwhores&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so...yea.&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, Talia bought two bottles of liquor, and norman and his friends bought alot of beer.&lt;br /&gt;So trust me when I say IBETWEWEREALLALITTLETIPSY that night. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...I had a good time, and it wasn't cause of the liquor.&lt;br /&gt;OH. AND ALL THE GUYS(and a girl) were so upset Man-U lost that night. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;OH WELL&lt;/span&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for &lt;s&gt;AVERYEARLY&lt;/s&gt;dinner with Tabitha, Melissa, Natalia and Jessica on Sunday. We went to ChefAtHome, and I must say, I rather enjoyed it. The LAST time I went there, I was less than impressed.&lt;br /&gt;I had a bowl of mushroom soup and Pan fried garlic butter fish. IT WAS SO GOOD. I swear.&lt;br /&gt;Jessi reminded the waitress like a whole 3 times to make sure her's came with chips. She was  like "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;BUT I WANT CHIPS&lt;/span&gt;" when the waitress said "The fish is served with boiled potatoes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SzEUfoV0W7I/AAAAAAAAAW8/gqEliOrb1jU/s1600-h/DSC01320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SzEUfoV0W7I/AAAAAAAAAW8/gqEliOrb1jU/s400/DSC01320.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418134360340847538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The Caesar's Salad Melissa ordered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SzEUfZ4gtOI/AAAAAAAAAW0/chBf2q7QN04/s1600-h/DSC01322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SzEUfZ4gtOI/AAAAAAAAAW0/chBf2q7QN04/s400/DSC01322.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418134356459828450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The mushroom soup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SzEUe1uEIrI/AAAAAAAAAWs/L0zC_YUmEw4/s1600-h/DSC01321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SzEUe1uEIrI/AAAAAAAAAWs/L0zC_YUmEw4/s400/DSC01321.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418134346752336562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;The pan fried Garlic butter fish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;I Can't believe I'm blogging about food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPEAKING OF POTATOES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;During the barbeque on Saturday, Ian taught me how to bake potatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;WHO WOULD AVE KNOWN YOU HAVE TO WRAP IT IN TIN FOIL AND GARNISH IT WITH GARLIC AND BUTTER&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, I don't cook much, hehe :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;After we left the restaurant, we headed to the Spring because James(Tabi's brother) was performing that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up going for drinks at Gasoline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tabi and I had this chocolate Banana drink thing, Meli had this thing called SNOWY(WTF is a snowy), Talia had this Green hulk lookalike thing and Jessi had this...blue, brown, white thing.&lt;br /&gt;All in all, the drinks weren't bad at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SzEWruzYgNI/AAAAAAAAAXM/9fahxtvBQZo/s1600-h/DSC01324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SzEWruzYgNI/AAAAAAAAAXM/9fahxtvBQZo/s400/DSC01324.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418136767257149650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SzEWrdbGQwI/AAAAAAAAAXE/ma-MqvfRCF4/s1600-h/DSC01323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SzEWrdbGQwI/AAAAAAAAAXE/ma-MqvfRCF4/s400/DSC01323.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418136762591888130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on that night, Adrian Clark picked Crys and I up and we(as in Adrian Clark, his bros, Crys and my cousins) hung out at 3rd mile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW. LOOK. WE HAD NOWHERE ELSE TO GO. YOU TELL ME WHERE TO HANG OUT AT 1.30a.m. on a SUNDAY NIGHT IN KUCHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with Juli and Ah hui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we decided to look for prostitutes and trannies(COS MY COUSIN WANTED TO), so... we went for a ride.&lt;br /&gt;I swear. It was horrid, cos Adrian and Crys decided to drive by this....guy's house. Yes. and WELL... I didn't want this guy to see me. FOR GOD'S SAKE. He'll think I'm a stalker. WHICH I'M NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was dull. I spent my time doing...nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait. I did.&lt;br /&gt;I went out with my girls &lt;3 style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" size="5"&gt;I LOVE THESE TWO SO MUCH BUT THEY CAN BE SO ANNOYING I SWEAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SzEZ51xYZPI/AAAAAAAAAXk/-4iXQA1PVLg/s1600-h/DSC01252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SzEZ51xYZPI/AAAAAAAAAXk/-4iXQA1PVLg/s400/DSC01252.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418140308180854002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cori&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SzEZ5ZtYBAI/AAAAAAAAAXc/-G8lts12U9g/s1600-h/DSC01250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SzEZ5ZtYBAI/AAAAAAAAAXc/-G8lts12U9g/s400/DSC01250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418140300647859202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bibi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The 3 of us, had a GOOOOD long talk while enjoying our ice cream, shakes and fries. YES. WE WERE HUNGRY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bibi was the bearer of amazing news that day :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh. Cori took a photo of me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;trying &lt;/span&gt;to look sexy while eating a small piece of chocolate covered banana  :D mmm...yes.I know.epic fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SzEZ5ME6Z0I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Wm3WBXGcqbw/s1600-h/DSC01327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SzEZ5ME6Z0I/AAAAAAAAAXU/Wm3WBXGcqbw/s400/DSC01327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418140296988485442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I reached home, Adrian and Desmond picked Crys and I up and we hung out with Kolias, Kid and Cyrus at Petanak. AGAIN. AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like... Kuching's this one big circuit. You go round and round and round until you go insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;OH WELL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I LOVE IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;BIG DEAL :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Which brings me to...TODAY. WEDNESDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't even go into detail. I DID go out, but it was &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;pretty &lt;/span&gt;dull. I SUPPOSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for Christmas Eve!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sayang no.&lt;/span&gt;549 (JOKING!JOKING!haha), John and I promise to get drunk and be merry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT?!?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;I'll only be in Kuching for one more week, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I MIGHT AS WELL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be going for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Christmas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;eve &lt;/span&gt;dinner with my ADORABLE family.&lt;br /&gt;But to be completely honest... I can't wait for  Saturday.YOU don't have to know why. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what... Someone made me realize my constant need to use smileys after almost every sentence. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND IT'S TRUE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;addicted &lt;/span&gt;to smileys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE SMILEYS :D :) :( :| :\ &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THEY HELP ME WHEN I HAVE NOTHING ELSE TO SAY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh, btw. I was at the...Toy department &lt;s&gt;lookingfortoysforme&lt;/s&gt; browsing for toys for christmas and I found THESE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SzEgYU4dBII/AAAAAAAAAX8/yCKRMzd2iDM/s1600-h/DSC01331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SzEgYU4dBII/AAAAAAAAAX8/yCKRMzd2iDM/s400/DSC01331.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418147428997858434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Like WTF. Is this even necessary? to have a doll that SNEEZES? oh Lord jesus! After all this hoo ha about the Swine Flu, I wouldn't have imagined such a doll to hit the shelves at a ....TOY STORE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SzEgX1CZJxI/AAAAAAAAAX0/IvmknNYxASM/s1600-h/DSC01330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SzEgX1CZJxI/AAAAAAAAAX0/IvmknNYxASM/s400/DSC01330.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418147420449613586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Do I even need to explain *this*? Oh yes. It's all FUN&amp;amp;GAMES to wipe and wash your &lt;s&gt;baby's&lt;/s&gt;doll's bottom after it craps a whole load of technically clean &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;-poop, but JUST WAIT until you buy your kid his/her first puppy. GOOD LUCK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SzEgXXXX0YI/AAAAAAAAAXs/_pwGIdULHGc/s1600-h/DSC01329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SzEgXXXX0YI/AAAAAAAAAXs/_pwGIdULHGc/s400/DSC01329.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418147412484542850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ahhh. I remember when I was a kid. I had dolls too. I LOVED dolls. I loved Barbie dolls especially. I had this one doll. She was ... african american (I bought her in Target, and she's black). She had a gold fin. She was a mermaid. Looking back, I realized. HEY!A MERMAID DOLL WITH SERIOUSLY TANGLED HAIR AND PERFECT MAKEUP ISN'T WEIRD AT ALL. I mean...nowadays, we have mock tattoo machines "only for you Girls!". Even with my 2 REAL tattoos, I find this toy a waste of time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it. :D&lt;br /&gt;YES. ANOTHER SMILEY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8603411339435320249-8854129915846550191?l=mynameislizakay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/8854129915846550191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/8854129915846550191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameislizakay.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-most-detailed-post-yet.html' title='My most Detailed post yet!'/><author><name>Liza Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623048781581534140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Syq1ubeExLI/AAAAAAAAAVk/WDgHqteZYgc/S220/PB231358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SzEUfoV0W7I/AAAAAAAAAW8/gqEliOrb1jU/s72-c/DSC01320.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603411339435320249.post-7474901847436612399</id><published>2009-12-18T06:52:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T18:56:39.853+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family and friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>I AM ALIVE! oh Yes I am!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I've been pretty M.I.A. recently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I'm back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok fine. I haven't really been away &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;per se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but I have been pretty homely lately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Guess what?&lt;br /&gt;I'm OKAY now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went through a horrrriiiiddd ordeal but I'm doing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;great &lt;/span&gt;now (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jesus Loves me&lt;/span&gt; :D)&lt;br /&gt;I swear I'm so THANKFUL for so many things, and for those who know what I'm babbling about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THANK YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for being there for me. I love you :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've been sleeping less recently, like...5hours in 2 days. I DON'T KNOW WHY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;depressed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="post-inner"&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;I do not consume caffeine like an Olsen Twin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-inner"&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am not an insomniac&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post-inner"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I DUNNO WHY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I FEEL SO EXCITED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I JUST DON'T KNOW ABOUT WHAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY&lt;br /&gt;yes. i barely sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;As a matter of fact, it's... 7.04 am and I haven't slept&lt;br /&gt;It's 7.04 a.m. and I'm waiting for my mum to come downstairs to make me pancakes. YES.&lt;br /&gt;It's 7.04 a.m. and I'm  listening to songs by Ray Charles and the Andrew Sisters on repeat.YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love ray charles.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.rtvchannel.tv/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/ray_charles_smoking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 387px;" src="http://www.rtvchannel.tv/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/ray_charles_smoking.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love the Andrew Sisters. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://13.media.tumblr.com/Hz2oMOto2n4tdu90KnjZBflXo1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 480px;" src="http://13.media.tumblr.com/Hz2oMOto2n4tdu90KnjZBflXo1_400.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love anything retro. I love it!&lt;br /&gt;If only, I was born decades back, was white, blond, taller and had bigger BOOBIES,I'd sooo sell my right toe to be a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Vargas Pin up Girl&lt;/span&gt; :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lipglaws.com/varga_girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 648px; height: 734px;" src="http://www.lipglaws.com/varga_girls.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNFORTUNATELY&lt;br /&gt;I'm neither of those things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Syq7GHXdXLI/AAAAAAAAAWE/FC0kJeRtayc/s1600-h/PB241377comicscreen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 668px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Syq7GHXdXLI/AAAAAAAAAWE/FC0kJeRtayc/s400/PB241377comicscreen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416347215597493426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SyrHx1FH3CI/AAAAAAAAAWc/QshGriieAP8/s1600-h/PB241372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SyrHx1FH3CI/AAAAAAAAAWc/QshGriieAP8/s400/PB241372.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416361160742525986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my attempt at trying to look more... retro 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINE. I'M NOT UP TO YOUR OH SO HIGH EXPECTATIONS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Syq7GqtrtnI/AAAAAAAAAWM/IgaARK_JFBc/s1600-h/ANGRY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 332px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Syq7GqtrtnI/AAAAAAAAAWM/IgaARK_JFBc/s400/ANGRY.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416347225085949554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gah. anyway. I'm not sleepy. yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. b.t.w. For some reason. i love this song called Domino by Drew Ryan Scott(whoever that is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch this. Someone remixed his song with Charice Pempengco's acapela version :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3yp1-2hNPZg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3yp1-2hNPZg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3yp1-2hNPZg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3yp1-2hNPZg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3yp1-2hNPZg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3yp1-2hNPZg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love the lyrics ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Heyyyy oooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nothing ever happens in this town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the same old thing when we go out&lt;br /&gt;A new place to hang with the same crowd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I looked up when you came and sat down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now im here with you, and i'm admiring the view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hope you never ever never ever cut me loose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And i dont know what to do because im falling into something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Really cant stop me i'm knocking over everything and you just caught me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;From start to finish i promise i'll mend this just wanna let you know yo im falling like a domino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Falling falling falling just like a domino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling falling falling just like a domino&lt;br /&gt;From start to finish i promise i'll mend this just wanna let you know yo i'm falling like a domino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Always said true love never happens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a little push a just caused this chain reaction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I never thought you'd be my distraction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i admit boy you got me crashing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm here with you and i'm admiring the view&lt;br /&gt;I hope you never ever never ever cut me loose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i dont know what to do&lt;br /&gt;because i'm falling into something&lt;br /&gt;Really cant stop me im knocking over everything&lt;br /&gt;and you just caught me&lt;br /&gt;From start to finish i promise i'll mend this just wanna let you know yo i'm falling like a domino&lt;br /&gt;Falling falling falling just like a domino&lt;br /&gt;Falling falling falling just like a domino&lt;br /&gt;From start to finish i promise i'll mend this just wanna let you know yo i'm falling like a domino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it all comes down you gon have my back the last one falls baby we got that youre saying ooh ooh hot hot&lt;br /&gt;Ooh ooh hot hot Keep saying ooh ooh hot hot&lt;br /&gt;everyboby ooh ooh hot hot&lt;br /&gt;When it all comes down you gon have my back when the last one falls baby we got that&lt;br /&gt;Keep saying ooh ooh hot hot keep saying ooh ooh hot hot keep saying ooh ooh ooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep saying i'm falling like a domino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling into something&lt;br /&gt;Really cant stop me i'm knocking over everything and you just caught me&lt;br /&gt;From start to finish i promise i'll mend this just wanna let you know yo i'm falling like a domino&lt;br /&gt;Falling into something&lt;br /&gt;Really cant stop me i'm knocking over everything and you just caught me&lt;br /&gt;From start to finish i promise i'll mend this just wanna let you know yo im falling like a domino&lt;br /&gt;Falling falling falling just like a domino&lt;br /&gt;Falling falling falling just like a domino&lt;br /&gt;From start to finish i promise i'll mend this just wanna let you know yo i'm falling like a domino &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hmmmmmmmmmmmMmMmM...boggles the mind doesn't it? &lt;/span&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;yes. I'm giggling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh. I wrote a song. wanna listen?wanna listen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next post&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm Busy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kot &lt;/span&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8603411339435320249-7474901847436612399?l=mynameislizakay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/7474901847436612399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/7474901847436612399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameislizakay.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-am-alive-oh-yes-i-am.html' title='I AM ALIVE! oh Yes I am!'/><author><name>Liza Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623048781581534140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Syq1ubeExLI/AAAAAAAAAVk/WDgHqteZYgc/S220/PB231358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Syq7GHXdXLI/AAAAAAAAAWE/FC0kJeRtayc/s72-c/PB241377comicscreen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603411339435320249.post-2328106290458345909</id><published>2009-11-05T01:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T11:52:46.352+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family and friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Subang Jaya and Damansara</title><content type='html'>I've been hanging around these two places quite alot recently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINE. I'm STALKING someone . lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;JOKING JOKING GEEZ, DONT GET ALL SERIOUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ...erm...like these two places alot. I like subang jaya cos I like the people there. Certain people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like damansara Jaya, cos...well, I've a place to stay for the weekend and who doesn't like p.J? and yes, I like the people there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate one utama though. FAIR enough. I really do. Bad memories=me being traumatized until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember eating a plate of noodles at some hawker stall in Taman Sea at around 1 a.m. a few weeks ago. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;AHH&lt;/span&gt;...memories &lt;3&gt;people&lt;/del&gt;stuff would be worth nothing less than RM135 , and me, being a spontaneous type who doesn't believe in carrying around LOADS OF CASH was left with a dollar and a few coins, AND a discount coupon to eat in Dominos! yay? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or how I STUMBLED pass the Damansara Jaya Security looking like Lindsay on a Friday night at Hyde while walking back to my friend's place early in the a.m. courtesy of the LOVELY friends and strangers in Euphoria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR HOW... My friend and I had a HARD time looking for buses, or TAXIS for that matter while at the Curve, and we had to wait for MORE than an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blog.timesunion.com/kristi/files/2009/09/atm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 427px;" src="http://blog.timesunion.com/kristi/files/2009/09/atm.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have a love hate relationship with the CIMB's, RHB's, PBB's and BI's of KL/Selangor :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Klaire (FO BEE) made a HEELARIOUS &lt;del&gt;statement&lt;/del&gt;JOKE about how sexy dentists are compared to gynecologists. BAHAHAHHAA....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.M.G. and Kara said I have weird fetishes!&lt;br /&gt;Klaire is the one with the odd fetish! Imagine this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Patient&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;: Hi doctor, I need your help. *purr*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Dentist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;: *smiles* and what can I do for you? *smiles in an Ed Westwick sorta way*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;Patient&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;: Clean my GUMS ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Dentist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;: Sure thing baby doll. I have the Oral-B, and you do the *BEEEEP*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahhahahhahahhahhahahhahhhahahaha............*sniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying gynecologists are sexy, I'm just SAYING that... oh. nvm :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine a "sexy" conversation with a gynecologist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Patient&lt;/span&gt;: Hi doctor, I seem to be having an "itch" down there, If you know what I mean *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: Ahh. I see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Patient&lt;/span&gt;: Are you going to "do" anything about it doctor? *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: *&lt;del&gt;scribbles&lt;/del&gt;writes something down* Here's a prescription for some Miconazole cream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Patient&lt;/span&gt;: Oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51mXGYCO7VL._AA260_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 260px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51mXGYCO7VL._AA260_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I GOOGLED it . I DO NOT HAVE AN ITCH ANYWHERE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY JOKE DIED THERE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so klaire WAS right. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dentists are ... sexier than gynecologists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lifestyleezine.com/blog/dentists-hamilton/files/2009/10/dentist_patient_nightmare.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 531px;" src="http://lifestyleezine.com/blog/dentists-hamilton/files/2009/10/dentist_patient_nightmare.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://69.90.174.247/photos/display_pic_with_logo/7475/7475,1154374089,2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 450px; height: 321px;" src="http://69.90.174.247/photos/display_pic_with_logo/7475/7475,1154374089,2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THESE PHOTOS, NOR THE RIGHTS TO THESE PHOTOS. PLEASE KEEP THAT IN MIND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;BAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know the primary purpose of this post to be honest :) once again, I managed to waste 30 minutes of my life on a pointless trivial blog post on my uneventful experiences. kudos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: Sometime this week, someone told me I can eat what I want, drink what I want, do what I want just don't ************************************************************* (DON'T BOTHER COUNTING THE STARS in order to somehow "guess" what it means)&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help but feel offended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I WONDER.&lt;br /&gt;hmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8603411339435320249-2328106290458345909?l=mynameislizakay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/2328106290458345909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/2328106290458345909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameislizakay.blogspot.com/2009/11/subang-jaya-and-damansara.html' title='Subang Jaya and Damansara'/><author><name>Liza Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623048781581534140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Syq1ubeExLI/AAAAAAAAAVk/WDgHqteZYgc/S220/PB231358.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603411339435320249.post-3663669033757626323</id><published>2009-11-03T20:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T20:54:43.901+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family and friends'/><title type='text'>LOL</title><content type='html'>My friend, has 2 teddy bears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mag and Max&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both are female&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One looks exactly like mr. Bean's teddy bear, and that would be Mag.&lt;br /&gt;The other looks...orange, she's max&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and get this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAX IS DEAF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bahahahahahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she uses sign language to communicate with Max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adorable bah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: I'm starting to LOVE medicine :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8603411339435320249-3663669033757626323?l=mynameislizakay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/3663669033757626323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/3663669033757626323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameislizakay.blogspot.com/2009/11/lol.html' title='LOL'/><author><name>Liza Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623048781581534140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Syq1ubeExLI/AAAAAAAAAVk/WDgHqteZYgc/S220/PB231358.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603411339435320249.post-4846727280430743945</id><published>2009-11-03T00:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T00:16:58.393+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Don't understand</title><content type='html'>Some people don't understand how much certain things mean to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so , yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you have to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall still achieve what I want in life, you just DO NOT understand :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I had a great halloween.LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos? I'll post the rest later, you'll just have to settle with one at the mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a supposed "deranged bride" :D&lt;br /&gt;I got the idea from Katy Perry's Hot and Cold Video . :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Su8D246_UlI/AAAAAAAAAVA/n07UIpmzBH8/s1600-h/DSC00870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Su8D246_UlI/AAAAAAAAAVA/n07UIpmzBH8/s400/DSC00870.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399538719768138322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE MORE PHOTOS!!&lt;br /&gt;But not THAT many :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no camera on me, just a phone. a 3 MEGAPIXEL CAMERA PHONE. how shitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to snag a few from my friends :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAAAA....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: I wrote a song! O M G. OK FINE. GOING TO... Terence S (Not Terence T) will be my guitarist and FO BEE will be my background singer  BAHAHA :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;til then :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8603411339435320249-4846727280430743945?l=mynameislizakay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/4846727280430743945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/4846727280430743945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameislizakay.blogspot.com/2009/11/dont-understand.html' title='Don&apos;t understand'/><author><name>Liza Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623048781581534140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Syq1ubeExLI/AAAAAAAAAVk/WDgHqteZYgc/S220/PB231358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Su8D246_UlI/AAAAAAAAAVA/n07UIpmzBH8/s72-c/DSC00870.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603411339435320249.post-1971717910863856031</id><published>2009-10-25T17:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T17:31:52.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A bad Inspiration, a bad sense of life</title><content type='html'>If the goals in your life get darker, and scary, you know it's time to smile&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8603411339435320249-1971717910863856031?l=mynameislizakay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/1971717910863856031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/1971717910863856031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameislizakay.blogspot.com/2009/10/bad-inspiration-bad-sense-of-life.html' title='A bad Inspiration, a bad sense of life'/><author><name>Liza Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623048781581534140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Syq1ubeExLI/AAAAAAAAAVk/WDgHqteZYgc/S220/PB231358.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603411339435320249.post-4806785347651359322</id><published>2009-10-22T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T18:52:26.346+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>why bother</title><content type='html'>some people just do not care, so why do we still bother&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8603411339435320249-4806785347651359322?l=mynameislizakay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/4806785347651359322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/4806785347651359322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameislizakay.blogspot.com/2009/10/why-bother.html' title='why bother'/><author><name>Liza Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623048781581534140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Syq1ubeExLI/AAAAAAAAAVk/WDgHqteZYgc/S220/PB231358.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603411339435320249.post-6034307546900093755</id><published>2009-10-14T18:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T18:16:16.151+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Annoyance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First off, I wish I wasn't so impatient :( I really do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd of all, there's this fella behind me, I'M IN THE LIBRARY, making a million and one noises. I don't know why, but it annoys me. I usually don't mind. BuT, He's being annoying. I heard him talking on the phone, requesting for his friend's assignments and notes. Maybe if he spent less time making noises and talking on the phone in the library, maybe he wouldn't need so much help. He keeps on talking on the phone, LOUDLY, and he turned on his computer, and it was on SPEAKER. Bodo eh. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gine nak jadi accountant kelak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;whole load&lt;/span&gt; of laundry today. wehehehe... I'm in the library now :) accomplishment? nah&lt;br /&gt;I'm surprised I managed to.lol&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for Friday and Saturday :(&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go get my legs waxed ! and another round of fish spa-ing (it's a verb now)&lt;br /&gt;Plus PHEEBS, wants to get a manicure, so I WANNA GO TOO :( We wanna check out this nail parlor at the Gardens this weekend. I wanna get my eyebrows threaded too!! SO MANY THINGS TO DO LA WEI&lt;br /&gt;and I have a photo shoot. SHADDAP. No joke. I received a call. I'll post photos&lt;br /&gt;Bla-bla-bla. Back to globalization :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Studying is an essential part of life, you are deemed to be labeled a DUMBARSE if you do not study at least a little bit of life. Albeit beer, law, genetic engineering or dancing. Life is like a giant Wikipedia article, opening a tab doesn't make you smarter, it just makes you a Mozilla user&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/8603411339435320249-6034307546900093755?l=mynameislizakay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/6034307546900093755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/6034307546900093755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameislizakay.blogspot.com/2009/10/annoyance.html' title='Annoyance'/><author><name>Liza Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623048781581534140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Syq1ubeExLI/AAAAAAAAAVk/WDgHqteZYgc/S220/PB231358.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603411339435320249.post-6028545924953395218</id><published>2009-10-13T14:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T14:57:09.464+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Hmmm</title><content type='html'>I just got a call from a talent agency&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a reply from the Uni I've been writing to for a transfer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHOWING OFF? AM I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU BET!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've a class at 5p.m., my roommate and I are being good girls today, cos we're actually going :D hahahahha.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I JOKE I JOKE.GEEZ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8603411339435320249-6028545924953395218?l=mynameislizakay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/6028545924953395218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/6028545924953395218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameislizakay.blogspot.com/2009/10/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm'/><author><name>Liza Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623048781581534140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Syq1ubeExLI/AAAAAAAAAVk/WDgHqteZYgc/S220/PB231358.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603411339435320249.post-6317559154990534342</id><published>2009-10-12T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T23:43:15.090+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family and friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HATE'/><title type='text'>food strike</title><content type='html'>I REFUSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO EAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEMORE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M GOING ON A FOOD STRIKE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;COS I'LL BE MISSING THE BEYONCE CONCERT AND THE TATTOO CONVENTION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I HATE THIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I HATE THIS SOOOOO MUCH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE THIS HATE HATE HATE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT &lt;/span&gt;amused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna curl up in a ball and cry, while listening to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SINGLE LADIES &lt;/span&gt;on full blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: Miss Kara Karissa Simon a.k.a. karaMEL a.k.a. KASIM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kau ni jahat eyh. sama ngan adek aku. BLEH.&lt;br /&gt;I hope a group of pandas corner u n &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ugut &lt;/span&gt;u&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8603411339435320249-6317559154990534342?l=mynameislizakay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/6317559154990534342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/6317559154990534342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameislizakay.blogspot.com/2009/10/food-strike.html' title='food strike'/><author><name>Liza Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623048781581534140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Syq1ubeExLI/AAAAAAAAAVk/WDgHqteZYgc/S220/PB231358.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603411339435320249.post-1454263181572783231</id><published>2009-10-11T01:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T02:07:07.473+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family and friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>A song in my heart</title><content type='html'>I have songs which remind me of certain times in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I associate songs, with memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see... There's Avril Lavigne's Girlfriend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOH. THIS SONG brings me back to lower 6 and that time in between SPM and the beginning of Form 6&lt;br /&gt;I remember how muc I LOVED this song&lt;br /&gt;It was my theme song (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I KNOW ITS HILARIOUS RIGHT&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think of this song, I think back of how I would dress in short denim shorts, knee high socks, my adidas shoes a tank top and a hoodie. LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="525" width="660"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tzKjcPUuzYk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tzKjcPUuzYk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="525" width="660"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's WITH LOVE by Hilary Duff&lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;This brings me back to lower 6, when I was INSANE about losing weight. LOL&lt;br /&gt;WELL...I WAS fat before that. so, I had an excuse. I loved this song. When I think of this song, I think of...salads, 2hours of exercise a day, ribcages and ... lemon water. BAHAHAHHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phew, thank god THAT's over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="525" width="660"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jwXxUTGNe2U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jwXxUTGNe2U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="525" width="660"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's... JAI HO by PCD. When I think of Jai Ho. I think back of how John showed me the so-called "GHOST" in his college. It was like a computer room, in the middle of the night with only one computer on. We saw it from outside. Oh.CREEPY *rolls eyes and LOLS*&lt;br /&gt;I think  of this song, cos he KEPT ON playing it on repeat.LIKE WOW.ahhahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="525" width="873"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MSD-bfNkbPM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MSD-bfNkbPM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="525" width="873"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/irSklXqsXBo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/irSklXqsXBo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me fit one more in. MY HUMPS BY B.E.P..bahahaha. Brings me back to my SO-CALLED clubbing days in form 4(shut up Marshall, I know u wanna make fun of me regarding my so-called GRAPPA DAYS IN FORM4). Reminds me of Zen and whisky, and vomit, and a black car, a red kenari, denim skirts, pin straight hair and a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;whole lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; WHAT WAS I THINKING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="525" width="873"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SBZD_mmzfVM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SBZD_mmzfVM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="525" width="873"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I'll fit one more in. GEMURUH. YES. GEMURUH by FAIZAL TAHIR. Reminds me of my orientation week in UKM. and I DO love this song. It's pretty catchy. Reminds me of Sheikh Muzaphar (angkasawan negara.LOL.ROFLLMAO), my college, sleeping at 2am, waking up at 5am, and a whole load of tears )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="525" width="660"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cV8q7zQhiX4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cV8q7zQhiX4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="525" width="660"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;I have more. But I'm lazy to search for videos&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;I will have more memories to make.&lt;br /&gt;I still have my law degree to obtain, to visit L.A. again. To act in a theater play or a movie. To wed, to have kids, to do SO many things :) and I wouldn't want to have all this, without the one I love right by my side :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As for now, BACK TO BOOKS LIZA. ugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8603411339435320249-1454263181572783231?l=mynameislizakay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/1454263181572783231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/1454263181572783231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameislizakay.blogspot.com/2009/10/song-in-my-heart.html' title='A song in my heart'/><author><name>Liza Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623048781581534140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Syq1ubeExLI/AAAAAAAAAVk/WDgHqteZYgc/S220/PB231358.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603411339435320249.post-2673566346993233276</id><published>2009-10-11T01:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T01:28:35.773+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HEELARIOUS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>HAHA</title><content type='html'>I'M LAUGHING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh lourdes, madonna, rocco and guy&lt;br /&gt;HELP ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a frame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STAT&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lolzies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8603411339435320249-2673566346993233276?l=mynameislizakay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/2673566346993233276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/2673566346993233276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameislizakay.blogspot.com/2009/10/haha.html' title='HAHA'/><author><name>Liza Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623048781581534140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Syq1ubeExLI/AAAAAAAAAVk/WDgHqteZYgc/S220/PB231358.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603411339435320249.post-8752090734214363314</id><published>2009-10-10T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T20:04:15.724+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Dance Classes</title><content type='html'>Me likey!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;books&lt;/span&gt;..hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to attend AWESOME dance classes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always loved &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dancing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8603411339435320249-8752090734214363314?l=mynameislizakay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/8752090734214363314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/8752090734214363314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameislizakay.blogspot.com/2009/10/dance-classes.html' title='Dance Classes'/><author><name>Liza Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623048781581534140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Syq1ubeExLI/AAAAAAAAAVk/WDgHqteZYgc/S220/PB231358.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603411339435320249.post-4587209577878592411</id><published>2009-10-10T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T15:50:23.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another LIza List</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I'm in UKM on a weekend. This has NEVER happened. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVER&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AH...I've work to do ... and plus, I have packed weekends starting next week. :)&lt;br /&gt;WELL&lt;br /&gt;KINDA packed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shouldn't be TOO packed because I have to balance fun and work, no? YES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw&lt;br /&gt;My parents decided &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to NOT allow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; me to get my wisdom tooth extracted in the UKM's dental clinic BUT by my usual doctor back in Kuching. Dr. Ng, great doctor. hehe&lt;br /&gt;awesome. In otw, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MORE TIME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a few things to look forward to in the upcoming weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FINALS &lt;/span&gt;(meaning:end of this semester)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Holiday &lt;/span&gt;(YAY!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tattoo convention&lt;/span&gt; (It WILL be superb, I HAVE to go. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;NOTHING'S WRONG WITH TATTOOS&lt;/span&gt;. To each their own)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Auditions&lt;/span&gt;! (I've one more coming up real soon)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All American Rejects'&lt;/span&gt; Concert !!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;...22nd of November, I'll be in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kuching&lt;/span&gt;. I can't wait. I miss so many people :( &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;AH...speaking of fun. NEXT YEAR&lt;br /&gt;I'm GOING to Singapore&lt;br /&gt;I asked my mum&lt;br /&gt;and she said GO ahead&lt;br /&gt;omg&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait&lt;br /&gt;I love singapore&lt;br /&gt;It's so clean, the food's great! The people are great. It's like...A FIRST WORLD COUNTRY in between 3rd world countries (SERIOUSLY IT IS THOUGH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND next year, there will be a UNIVERSAL STUDIOS in SINGAPORE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you say "ooh.nice"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved Universal Studios in L.A., so since Singapore is nearer and a WHOLE lot CHEAPER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG&lt;br /&gt;I CANT WAIT I TELL U&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i know the PERFECT place to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SOOOOO SOOOO SOOO CANNOT WAIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gawd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just googled it and it seems amazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love 1st world countries&lt;br /&gt;They make me feel all fuzzy inside .lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8603411339435320249-4587209577878592411?l=mynameislizakay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/4587209577878592411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/4587209577878592411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameislizakay.blogspot.com/2009/10/another-liza-list.html' title='Another LIza List'/><author><name>Liza Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623048781581534140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Syq1ubeExLI/AAAAAAAAAVk/WDgHqteZYgc/S220/PB231358.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603411339435320249.post-5669976558936102707</id><published>2009-10-10T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T00:02:10.680+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Giving up is hard to do</title><content type='html'>Who ever said it's easy was a heartless loser with zero passion for anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was he&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8603411339435320249-5669976558936102707?l=mynameislizakay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/5669976558936102707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/5669976558936102707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameislizakay.blogspot.com/2009/10/giving-up-is-hard-to-do.html' title='Giving up is hard to do'/><author><name>Liza Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623048781581534140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Syq1ubeExLI/AAAAAAAAAVk/WDgHqteZYgc/S220/PB231358.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603411339435320249.post-1507202936215801482</id><published>2009-10-09T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T22:26:04.378+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>A word of Advice</title><content type='html'>To anyone and everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF you choose to talk bad about someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET THERE BE A GOOD REASON TO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's OK to OBSERVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like if I were to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow. He sure LOVES TO SLEEP"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead&lt;br /&gt;like&lt;br /&gt;wth is so wrong about being observant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but please&lt;br /&gt;don't go overboard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF you choose to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OH GOD. She's sooo fat, I hate her"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWESOME&lt;br /&gt;You've just graduated from the University of Bitches United&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please&lt;br /&gt;for God's sake people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF&lt;br /&gt;you're going to make a nasty comment about someone, TO THEIR FACE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think twice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU never know how ONE comment can hurt someone else (I'm not saying I'm hurt by anythg anything anyone has sad recently) Imagine this&lt;br /&gt;You're peacefully walking with your friends, and you meet someone new, and that someone goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"WOW.Nice bag. I had one too... When I was 12"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE &lt;br /&gt;Grow some balls (for the men) and stop being such a bitch (for the women)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you need to comment so badly about someone, keep it to yourself, or someone you can trust. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To hurt someone without any due reason is just pathetic. Like REALLY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because you have no "cool" (God knows what your def of cool is but...) friends to show off, please...no pretending to. It saves us from laughing AT YOU and saves you the heartbreak of knowing you're a loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme tell you a story of a girl who was a "cooool" (self proclaimed) girl back in high school. She had the COOLEST clothes, and the "COOLEST" friends. Like WOW. She rode in a freaking car with a sun roof, while her ex-friends were walking by foot. Awesome, no? She was what I'd call...a bitch. A real BFH (google that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh...many years, a bout of acne, and 15lbs later...no close friends. Maybe just one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall I call it karma?I DON'T BELIEVE IN KARMA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did it to herself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and what happened to her so-called "glam" life?&lt;br /&gt;It left her, cos it needed a life too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're gonna be a bitch. Think about it many times before you say something to someone, especially when that someone didn't say anything about you :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8603411339435320249-1507202936215801482?l=mynameislizakay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/1507202936215801482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/1507202936215801482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameislizakay.blogspot.com/2009/10/word-of-advice.html' title='A word of Advice'/><author><name>Liza Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623048781581534140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Syq1ubeExLI/AAAAAAAAAVk/WDgHqteZYgc/S220/PB231358.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603411339435320249.post-4411855477490063285</id><published>2009-10-09T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T15:11:48.769+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HATE'/><title type='text'>Washing Clothes and that BASTARD Jon Gosselin</title><content type='html'>I hate washing clothes by hand&lt;br /&gt;I don't really mind paying extra to use a washing machine&lt;br /&gt;well, that's what I do&lt;br /&gt;If I could find a launderette here, I'd just send my clothes there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind mopping&lt;br /&gt;Washing dishes&lt;br /&gt;Cooking&lt;br /&gt;BUT I HATE WASHING CLOTHES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pisses me off&lt;br /&gt;like&lt;br /&gt;UP TO HEEERREEE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOH..I just LOVE THE SHOW &lt;del&gt;bastardoftheyearlousyassalbinolookingmanbitch&lt;/del&gt; Jon and Kate plus 8 :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ALL know how adorable and GORGEOUS the kids are&lt;br /&gt;and how PUSHY and how much of an ATTENTION WHORE the mum (kate) is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is just ONE thing I HATE ABOUT THE SHOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;del&gt;demonchild&lt;/del&gt;father (Jon gosselin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While he was still with Kate, he cheated on her...with 2 WOMEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry to say, any man, who has the guts, or even any woman, who cheats on a loved one SHOULD BE DUMPED&lt;br /&gt;AND SKINNED&lt;br /&gt;AND LEFT OUTSIDE IN THE SUN IN PALESTINE WITH A SHIRT WHICH SAYS "shalom y'all"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh... and even after the divorce, he would go for girl after girl...HURTING THOSE GIRLS, HIS EX-WIFE, AND HIS 8 FREAKING KIDS in the process.&lt;br /&gt;bastard no less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you Jon Gosselin&lt;br /&gt;I don't know you&lt;br /&gt;and I still think you're a demon in disguise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean&lt;br /&gt;what do girls see in him?&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;del&gt;MONEY&lt;/del&gt; I mean&lt;br /&gt;PERSONALITY...riiite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;pre class="code"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdn.buzznet.com/media/jj1//2009/08/gosselin-nanny/jon-gosselin-new-nanny-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 566px; height: 822px;" src="http://cdn.buzznet.com/media/jj1//2009/08/gosselin-nanny/jon-gosselin-new-nanny-02.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;IT CANT BE THE LOOKS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon: You deserve to be castrated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why i'm so upset?&lt;br /&gt;IMAGINE yourself&lt;br /&gt;in the shoes of his wife, his MANY girlfriends, or his kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BASTARD-NO LESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and btw&lt;br /&gt;I think Kate's horrid too&lt;br /&gt;THEY DESERVE EACH OTHER&lt;br /&gt;but poor kids :( bah. stupid Jon Gosselin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I HATE HIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8603411339435320249-4411855477490063285?l=mynameislizakay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/4411855477490063285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/4411855477490063285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameislizakay.blogspot.com/2009/10/washing-clothes-and-that-bastard-jon.html' title='Washing Clothes and that BASTARD Jon Gosselin'/><author><name>Liza Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623048781581534140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Syq1ubeExLI/AAAAAAAAAVk/WDgHqteZYgc/S220/PB231358.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603411339435320249.post-6280435045650588479</id><published>2009-10-09T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T00:42:22.888+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Is there such a thing</title><content type='html'>as being LAZY to eat and find food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am lazy sometimes.haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate texting people u know&lt;br /&gt;I get lazy to reply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH REMINDS ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOME number texted me&lt;br /&gt;said Hello&lt;br /&gt;I replied&lt;br /&gt;"who is this"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;person replied,&lt;br /&gt;asking me to be FRIENDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I dunno u"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and THAT same person replied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know, that's why I WANT TO BE YOUR FRIEND. Can or not? *insert LAME ass animated smiley here* "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I...being a lazy texter&lt;br /&gt;didn't reply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sides&lt;br /&gt;I'm Taken&lt;br /&gt;and in my world, that means&lt;br /&gt;NOT &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;layan&lt;/span&gt;-ing phantom texts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby gonna be proouudd of meh! :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8603411339435320249-6280435045650588479?l=mynameislizakay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/6280435045650588479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/6280435045650588479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameislizakay.blogspot.com/2009/10/is-there-such-thing.html' title='Is there such a thing'/><author><name>Liza Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623048781581534140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Syq1ubeExLI/AAAAAAAAAVk/WDgHqteZYgc/S220/PB231358.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603411339435320249.post-4745817817065870267</id><published>2009-10-08T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T22:24:48.425+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Update update!</title><content type='html'>I've been really busy lately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;slack once, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;regret later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyway&lt;br /&gt;I am in the midst of finishing assignments, writing official letters and studying for my final term. I'm not gonna go out for now.&lt;br /&gt;I have a dentist appointment on the 6th of November. Yes. Appointment to EXTRACT my wisdom tooth. Yes. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TOOTH&lt;/span&gt;. One &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Bloody &lt;/span&gt;Tooth, before it gets infected. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OH FISH STICKS! &lt;/span&gt;I wanted an earlier appointment, but the earliest they can make it will be during STUDY WEEK. HELLLL NAw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i555.photobucket.com/albums/jj465/PACKKING10/Obama/ObamaHellNo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 626px; height: 400px;" src="http://i555.photobucket.com/albums/jj465/PACKKING10/Obama/ObamaHellNo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I NEED to be able to FUNCTION during both the study and exam weeks. WHY? Cos I need a good GPA to TRANSFER somewhere (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;IM NOT TELLING ANY OF YOU WHERE &lt;/span&gt;:p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be the first time since I was a little kid I'll be getting my teeth pulled out. NERVOUS KAY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. lemme summarize what I've been up to lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Ss3p9bgz3VI/AAAAAAAAASY/mUy_-iF8I5Y/s1600-h/DSC00733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Ss3p9bgz3VI/AAAAAAAAASY/mUy_-iF8I5Y/s400/DSC00733.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390221570599017810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eating delicious pork mee in PJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Ss3p88MmbSI/AAAAAAAAASQ/HMTzzUbyTg4/s1600-h/DSC00725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Ss3p88MmbSI/AAAAAAAAASQ/HMTzzUbyTg4/s400/DSC00725.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390221562192751906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eating Chilli Cheese Fries at Carls Jr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Ss3yme7MZPI/AAAAAAAAATY/FmbVsr4TqiU/s1600-h/DSC00685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Ss3yme7MZPI/AAAAAAAAATY/FmbVsr4TqiU/s400/DSC00685.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390231071982642418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;OH. Delicious Siew Mai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Ss3p8fUtFTI/AAAAAAAAASI/c3M8eWoYgZU/s1600-h/DSC00683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Ss3p8fUtFTI/AAAAAAAAASI/c3M8eWoYgZU/s400/DSC00683.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390221554442114354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eating at Dominos Pizza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHUT UP&lt;br /&gt;I'm NOT fatter&lt;br /&gt;I've lost weight as a matter of fact&lt;br /&gt;It sickens me how I don't eat enough sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Cos like&lt;br /&gt;WHAT A WASTE U KNOW&lt;br /&gt;I DIDNT FINISH MY SHARE OF THE PIZZA&lt;br /&gt;I DIDNT FINISH THE CHILLI CHEESE FRIES AT ALL! EVEN AFTER SHARING WITH SOMEONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;I ate QUARTER of my VEGGIE porridge. A SMALL BOWL BTW&lt;br /&gt;and 3 onion rings&lt;br /&gt;and half a can of coke&lt;br /&gt;WTF LA&lt;br /&gt;and i walked ALOT&lt;br /&gt;I reached KL for God's sake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I ate half a plate of nasi lemak today.. TAHTS ALL. WTH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH REMINDS ME :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I went for an audition yesterday. WEEE&lt;br /&gt;hahahha&lt;br /&gt;shut up. I didn't know it was for a FILM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;malu eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend who's involved in all of this asked me to try out la&lt;br /&gt;SO he gave me the contact details and such&lt;br /&gt;SO I EMAILED THEM LA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;half way AFTER agreeing to audition for the role (WHICH I THOUGHT WOULD BE SOME PLAY OR SOMETHING), I found out the role's for eurasian girls. AND FAIR ENOUGH&lt;br /&gt;They thought I'm eurasian. They (as in the director) asked me what &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kacukan &lt;/span&gt;am I. Gila kan. Ah. Oh well. I said. BIDAYUH INDIAN IBAN CHINESE. He must've been surprised : WHY'S THIS GIRL SO PUTIH&lt;br /&gt;then again, the indian relatives I have aren't black.&lt;br /&gt;I just... JUST...&lt;br /&gt;feel black la&lt;br /&gt;I called zizul many times just to reassure myself I'm not &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BLACK&lt;br /&gt;SHUSH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;have issues&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW O.O&lt;br /&gt;oh god&lt;br /&gt;It was painful to audition&lt;br /&gt;I was given a script to read&lt;br /&gt;OH AND GUESS WHAT&lt;br /&gt;i found out maya karin auditioned too&lt;br /&gt;swanky ey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW I KNOW&lt;br /&gt;ugh&lt;br /&gt;rofllmao&lt;br /&gt;whatever la&lt;br /&gt;the director called me beautiful&lt;br /&gt;bangga I&lt;br /&gt;whats done is done&lt;br /&gt;and WOW&lt;br /&gt;I've Indian blood and they Think im eurasian cos I'm like fair and what not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INTERESTING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS LIKE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A SCOTTISH MAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.costumesofnashua.com/CNWebSite105/Active905/Pages/CostumeRental/Ethnic/Pics%20Ethnic/EthnicLLBKiltjpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 700px;" src="http://www.costumesofnashua.com/CNWebSite105/Active905/Pages/CostumeRental/Ethnic/Pics%20Ethnic/EthnicLLBKiltjpg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and an&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/Itbit/icelandic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 450px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v215/Itbit/icelandic.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ICELANDIC WOMAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Producing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.jckonline.com/articles/blog/1940000194/20070323/lil-jon-guiness-records-335a032307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 335px; height: 461px;" src="http://www.jckonline.com/articles/blog/1940000194/20070323/lil-jon-guiness-records-335a032307.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;LIL JON o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'M NOT SAYING MY MUMMA OR MY DAD ARE BLACK &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean&lt;br /&gt;look at my sis and my bro&lt;br /&gt;they're both so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HITAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bahahahhahhaha&lt;br /&gt;I JUST HAD TO SAY IT&lt;br /&gt;i rove my siblings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah. whatever. Genes will be genes. As confusing as they are at times, AND NO. I've nothing against dark skin, to be completely honest, I think it's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;sexxxxxxyy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Ss3p7a-ie0I/AAAAAAAAAR4/Sr4n6aR6o1c/s1600-h/DSC00741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Ss3p7a-ie0I/AAAAAAAAAR4/Sr4n6aR6o1c/s400/DSC00741.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390221536095533890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fish spa-ing :p LOVE IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Ss3vrI6g8MI/AAAAAAAAASo/cYS_OBqxVAE/s1600-h/DSC00704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Ss3vrI6g8MI/AAAAAAAAASo/cYS_OBqxVAE/s400/DSC00704.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390227853438677186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Ss3vqo4-ZMI/AAAAAAAAASg/ckKCsK3va5E/s1600-h/DSC00695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Ss3vqo4-ZMI/AAAAAAAAASg/ckKCsK3va5E/s400/DSC00695.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390227844842284226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Ss3yn4tsTCI/AAAAAAAAATw/Z1ujN436uDY/s1600-h/DSC00698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Ss3yn4tsTCI/AAAAAAAAATw/Z1ujN436uDY/s400/DSC00698.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390231096085204002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Ss3yneOoz4I/AAAAAAAAATo/vjoVeiRg6t8/s1600-h/DSC00699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Ss3yneOoz4I/AAAAAAAAATo/vjoVeiRg6t8/s400/DSC00699.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390231088975630210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IKEA-ing WHATTT&lt;br /&gt;IT'S LIKE DISNEYLAND&lt;br /&gt;but in PJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging with my cousin, nieces and nephew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Ss3vssTBcvI/AAAAAAAAATA/jWRr8_b10Uk/s1600-h/DSC00759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Ss3vssTBcvI/AAAAAAAAATA/jWRr8_b10Uk/s400/DSC00759.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390227880116581106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is ALIA. gorgeous aint she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Ss3vsHeqgaI/AAAAAAAAAS4/8kxvBvd3rQ8/s1600-h/DSC00757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Ss3vsHeqgaI/AAAAAAAAAS4/8kxvBvd3rQ8/s400/DSC00757.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390227870233297314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stephanie MY COUSIN and Aida my niece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Ss3vrjIQjPI/AAAAAAAAASw/I_E_BONI1VA/s1600-h/DSC00755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Ss3vrjIQjPI/AAAAAAAAASw/I_E_BONI1VA/s400/DSC00755.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390227860475645170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Faris my nephew and Stephanie again.lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Ss3w3kOOPNI/AAAAAAAAATI/NU2QefExhyw/s1600-h/DSC00780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Ss3w3kOOPNI/AAAAAAAAATI/NU2QefExhyw/s400/DSC00780.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390229166439152850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;studying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and more...studying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo of the day&lt;br /&gt;Taken outside Pudu Prison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Ss3ylxufkvI/AAAAAAAAATQ/hprdh-fovD4/s1600-h/DSC00738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Ss3ylxufkvI/AAAAAAAAATQ/hprdh-fovD4/s400/DSC00738.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390231059849777906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lolz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been very vain lately&lt;br /&gt;MUST BE the stress of having to sit for exams soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Ss318-r-73I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/I_liigxhAX0/s1600-h/DSC00724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Ss318-r-73I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/I_liigxhAX0/s400/DSC00724.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390234757000785778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Ss318aLdMvI/AAAAAAAAAUI/zU2-E_GvKvA/s1600-h/DSC00572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Ss318aLdMvI/AAAAAAAAAUI/zU2-E_GvKvA/s400/DSC00572.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390234747200680690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Ss31785zqzI/AAAAAAAAAUA/4PJHjrj0pz0/s1600-h/DSC00575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Ss31785zqzI/AAAAAAAAAUA/4PJHjrj0pz0/s400/DSC00575.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390234739342027570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Ss317k_c9FI/AAAAAAAAAT4/DJ2PZAlm2g4/s1600-h/DSC00574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Ss317k_c9FI/AAAAAAAAAT4/DJ2PZAlm2g4/s400/DSC00574.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390234732923253842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8603411339435320249-4745817817065870267?l=mynameislizakay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/4745817817065870267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/4745817817065870267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameislizakay.blogspot.com/2009/10/update-update.html' title='Update update!'/><author><name>Liza Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623048781581534140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Syq1ubeExLI/AAAAAAAAAVk/WDgHqteZYgc/S220/PB231358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i555.photobucket.com/albums/jj465/PACKKING10/Obama/th_ObamaHellNo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603411339435320249.post-5837651562156908076</id><published>2009-10-06T22:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T02:21:29.343+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family and friends'/><title type='text'>Family,BFF's and mooncake</title><content type='html'>I have a few people I LOVE&lt;br /&gt;They make me laugh, cry (for all the good reasons) and they make me, ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SstQdEmS3pI/AAAAAAAAAP4/lm720oHbU-4/s1600-h/01102009048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 237px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SstQdEmS3pI/AAAAAAAAAP4/lm720oHbU-4/s400/01102009048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389489839459720850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I not love them?&lt;br /&gt;They love me unconditionally&lt;br /&gt;They buy me things&lt;br /&gt;They're always there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THEY MAKE FUN OF ME&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOW CAN I NOT LOVE THEM?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love their sarcasm...:D most of all, I love them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SstQdT-QyTI/AAAAAAAAAQA/YSRSllx-czs/s1600-h/30092009045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 179px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SstQdT-QyTI/AAAAAAAAAQA/YSRSllx-czs/s400/30092009045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389489843586779442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SstQd8S5wmI/AAAAAAAAAQI/-4XCH_Hxa78/s1600-h/Image%28278%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 313px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SstQd8S5wmI/AAAAAAAAAQI/-4XCH_Hxa78/s400/Image%28278%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389489854410768994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;UNCOOL &lt;/span&gt;big &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;brother &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;UNCOOL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;poyo &lt;/span&gt;small (NOT LITERALLY) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of em may not want to admit, BUT THEY LOVE ME. I SWEAR&lt;br /&gt;Before I left for KL, they both gave me gifts :) Norman gave me a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;sony walkman&lt;/span&gt; and Crystal gave me something from M.A.C. (then again, she STOLE my lipgloss from M.A.C. ...&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;snake&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SstYc3f7eZI/AAAAAAAAAQg/S2BmzH2rEds/s1600-h/7029_128899129059_566204059_2325704_535794_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 211px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SstYc3f7eZI/AAAAAAAAAQg/S2BmzH2rEds/s400/7029_128899129059_566204059_2325704_535794_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389498632036383122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KLAIRE. FO-BEE KLAIRE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl is one ANNOYING BFF. UH-NOYING AND ADORABLE :P&lt;br /&gt;:D this girl is SOO poyo and awesome at the same time&lt;br /&gt;SHE CAN SING TOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I SHALL POST VIDEOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she was there all the time when I was feeling down the 1st time I reached West Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;Those late night talks with her and Adrian Clarke (ANOTHER ONE!) were &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;soothing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. SHE LOVES &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;PETROSAINS&lt;/span&gt;.lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SstQe29khdI/AAAAAAAAAQY/xjl5pzlvBws/s1600-h/DSC00527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 273px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SstQe29khdI/AAAAAAAAAQY/xjl5pzlvBws/s400/DSC00527.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389489870158988754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JOHNICAL ANDRIESSE aka JOHN&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;This guy is one bad ass &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BFF&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;We met this year and we've been close eversince&lt;br /&gt;He'll be there when I need a hand, and this guy SLAPS me back to reality A LOT. He loves dancing to any song by the PussyCatDolls!lol&lt;br /&gt;PLUS: He &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;LOVES &lt;/span&gt;me driving his car :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SstYdGVOFyI/AAAAAAAAAQo/FwRcut0ZhGI/s1600-h/9227_1108022594758_1652631466_333795_3801249_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 197px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SstYdGVOFyI/AAAAAAAAAQo/FwRcut0ZhGI/s400/9227_1108022594758_1652631466_333795_3801249_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389498636017997602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;just LOOK at JOHN. Can you say ANTM?&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry we didn't get to spend that much time together before I left, but I SWEAR we will soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SstYd21ZQ-I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/dB0B7Wxvb44/s1600-h/n566204059_1204885_9460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 318px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SstYd21ZQ-I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/dB0B7Wxvb44/s400/n566204059_1204885_9460.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389498649037849570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jessi&lt;/span&gt;. :) my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BFF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINE.I'll use a better picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SstYeWebfdI/AAAAAAAAARA/Wzen9VpaJwg/s1600-h/DSC00690+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 311px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SstYeWebfdI/AAAAAAAAARA/Wzen9VpaJwg/s400/DSC00690+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389498657531461074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;She has been close to me since form3. We were clasmates throughout form 3 till form 6&lt;br /&gt;Although she's studying in PJ and I in Bangi, we still spend most weekends together. (I'll post more photos of our outings later)&lt;br /&gt;This girl is ODD.YES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHE DOESN'T LIKE TWILIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zOMG&lt;br /&gt;gila&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SsteIB20xHI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oenajg7eUdc/s1600-h/P6201105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SsteIB20xHI/AAAAAAAAARQ/oenajg7eUdc/s400/P6201105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389504871109280882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AZIZUL&lt;/span&gt; HAKIM&lt;br /&gt;I call him &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;zeez &lt;/span&gt;for short&lt;br /&gt;We be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BFF&lt;/span&gt;'s yo!&lt;br /&gt;He loves cats as much as I do.lol&lt;br /&gt;I have a very &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BAD &lt;/span&gt;photo of him. I keep it as blackmail :)&lt;br /&gt;He and I are gonna write a letter to Tyra Banks one day :p&lt;br /&gt;OH.DID I MENTION. He is the BIGGEST ANTM fan ever. Try him. He can remember every single contestant from cycle 1 til cycle 13. He can remember the photo shoots as well.&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SsteHixl1CI/AAAAAAAAARI/zt2B85N01jc/s1600-h/DSC00626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 367px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SsteHixl1CI/AAAAAAAAARI/zt2B85N01jc/s400/DSC00626.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389504862765831202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ren and Nernny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BFF&lt;/span&gt;'s&lt;br /&gt;They're so annoying as well .lol :p&lt;br /&gt;They're good girls (to a certain extent)&lt;br /&gt;Ren is from MIRI and Nernny is from SABAH&lt;br /&gt;Ironic isn't it&lt;br /&gt;They're going to Sunway in 2 weeks and I JUST WENT last week! GRRRR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SsthQ86monI/AAAAAAAAARY/oysCYsUticM/s1600-h/n566204059_1205078_39+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 352px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SsthQ86monI/AAAAAAAAARY/oysCYsUticM/s400/n566204059_1205078_39+-+Copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389508322936660594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Miss &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VIVIANA LARA &lt;/span&gt;a.k.a. BIBI&lt;br /&gt;The creepily serious &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BFF &lt;/span&gt;with the ODD sense of humor :)&lt;br /&gt;This girl is really mature&lt;br /&gt;We used to be so lame&lt;br /&gt;How we'd go out EVERY weekend once upon a time&lt;br /&gt;We went to prom together, for Rainforest World Music Fest together (remember Leonard, Bi?lol)&lt;br /&gt;We're still very close&lt;br /&gt;and the older I get, the more I realize how much she's been a good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SsthRHc6KlI/AAAAAAAAARg/nNuA6YqRIt8/s1600-h/n1316725852_30250156_4914.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 204px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SsthRHc6KlI/AAAAAAAAARg/nNuA6YqRIt8/s400/n1316725852_30250156_4914.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389508325764901458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;JULI AR&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Juliana Tan Joe Lee a.k.a. Ryona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;She's a GREAT friend.&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BFF &lt;/span&gt;who plays DOTA&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;The last trip I went back to Kuching, she and I would hang at the coffeeshop eating &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kampua &lt;/span&gt;mee til 5 am.!lol&lt;br /&gt;I miss her loads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SsthRt2GQSI/AAAAAAAAARo/smxpPViKMyI/s1600-h/P6201089+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 373px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SsthRt2GQSI/AAAAAAAAARo/smxpPViKMyI/s400/P6201089+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389508336071098658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ann Marie Ho Bena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BFF with the techno shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this girl were to live without computers, or cellphones, or a car, or anything with batteries&lt;br /&gt;for a whole year, she may go into withdrawal&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;She's fun. and SHE LISTENS TO PUSSYCAT DOLLS TOO&lt;br /&gt;I swear&lt;br /&gt;I was in her car and it started playing.lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SstYdiO0adI/AAAAAAAAAQw/ot7iKRdSkdU/s1600-h/4788_1101078405454_1181508231_30280549_7647992_n+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 219px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SstYdiO0adI/AAAAAAAAAQw/ot7iKRdSkdU/s400/4788_1101078405454_1181508231_30280549_7647992_n+-+Copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389498643507341778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Corina Roria a.k.a. KAK Cori&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;Alamak this girl&lt;br /&gt;If I had to pick someone as weird as me&lt;br /&gt;I'd pick this girl&lt;br /&gt;The weird &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BFF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE HER LAUGH&lt;br /&gt;bahahahahha*snort*..hahaha&lt;br /&gt;I've known her for years!!&lt;br /&gt;eh, girl. What happened to our dreams of studying in the U.S. together? ONE DAY!&lt;br /&gt;REMEMBER!&lt;br /&gt;you'll be in Hawaii and I'll be in L.A. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SstlE0CaJSI/AAAAAAAAARw/cxubrab_FvQ/s1600-h/21-08-09_2215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 335px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SstlE0CaJSI/AAAAAAAAARw/cxubrab_FvQ/s400/21-08-09_2215.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389512512441558306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kara Cassidy Hendrix.lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KARA KARISSA SIMON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may not have an extensive history of friendship...yet&lt;br /&gt;But she's one girl you just can't help feel close to.&lt;br /&gt;She's soo purty and she loves her Cassidy Fung (I got the name right, right?hehe)&lt;br /&gt;She was at my birthday party and we drank and bitched the whole night. fun BAH KAN. lol&lt;br /&gt;I remember first meeting her back in primary 6 at my friend's place, Kara was the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BITCHY&lt;/span&gt; neighbour from Miri (LOL.IM SORRY.I WAS 12!!)&lt;br /&gt;And we sent HATE letters to each other, but eventually became friends. Hilarious right?lol&lt;br /&gt;and no, she's&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; not bitchy&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;until she and I get together.LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'll be in KL this weekend!! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;I'll add more people as soon as I get photos :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Adrian Clarke&lt;br /&gt;I consider you an AWESOME BFF&lt;br /&gt;I love shopping with you&lt;br /&gt;and talking to you&lt;br /&gt;and karaoke-ing! we've got to again. OH&lt;br /&gt;I scored higher on the Bidayuh Quiz than you. Berasa Tergugat ka?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love them =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8603411339435320249-5837651562156908076?l=mynameislizakay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/5837651562156908076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/5837651562156908076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameislizakay.blogspot.com/2009/10/familybffs-and-mooncake.html' title='Family,BFF&apos;s and mooncake'/><author><name>Liza Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623048781581534140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Syq1ubeExLI/AAAAAAAAAVk/WDgHqteZYgc/S220/PB231358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SstQdEmS3pI/AAAAAAAAAP4/lm720oHbU-4/s72-c/01102009048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603411339435320249.post-3414870030912436688</id><published>2009-10-06T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T15:19:26.493+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>You wanna be thin?</title><content type='html'>Ever heard of &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thinspiration&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well...I have a photo for you&lt;br /&gt;A photo which will make you wanna lose sooo much weight&lt;br /&gt;A photo which will motivate you to lose em chubby bits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A photo which &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SCREAMS &lt;/span&gt;thinspo and will make you run to the nearest Guardian Pharmacy to buy up their stock of Clenx Tea and slimming whatever&lt;br /&gt;A photo which will make you say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"I SURRENDER"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SsrvVr5VAiI/AAAAAAAAAPw/dw26SLjvk7I/s1600-h/Image033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SsrvVr5VAiI/AAAAAAAAAPw/dw26SLjvk7I/s400/Image033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389383059941687842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my FAT ASS CAT CHIMMY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, SHE'S FAT&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling motivated yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8603411339435320249-3414870030912436688?l=mynameislizakay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/3414870030912436688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/3414870030912436688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameislizakay.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-wanna-be-thin.html' title='You wanna be thin?'/><author><name>Liza Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623048781581534140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Syq1ubeExLI/AAAAAAAAAVk/WDgHqteZYgc/S220/PB231358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SsrvVr5VAiI/AAAAAAAAAPw/dw26SLjvk7I/s72-c/Image033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603411339435320249.post-8128467864956584766</id><published>2009-10-01T20:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T05:06:58.853+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Make-up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am pretty bored and free at the moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I need a break, and I've decided to talk about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Makeup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Makeup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyone can wear makeup&lt;br /&gt;pfft...even Boy George wears makeup (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;duh&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've picked a few FAVOURITE items&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOOO...Let's start with the face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, I use 3 products to give my face a more...matte smooth flawless glow :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SsSj2IkFLYI/AAAAAAAAAKY/YqBWQf0iIDM/s1600-h/DSC00647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SsSj2IkFLYI/AAAAAAAAAKY/YqBWQf0iIDM/s400/DSC00647.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387611204649037186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You see that stick looking thing? That's an under-eye concealer. I bought mine from The Body Shop (Because I Love saving the earth :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SsSj2aJ3x_I/AAAAAAAAAKg/P5ssD81r08M/s1600-h/DSC00648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SsSj2aJ3x_I/AAAAAAAAAKg/P5ssD81r08M/s400/DSC00648.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387611209370945522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; It's called "&lt;a href="http://www.thebodyshop-usa.com/foundation-concealer/prod4870040"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lightening Touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;" (shade #1), and I'd say it's a GREAT under-eye concealer because first off all, it's easy to use (all you have to do is twist the bottom part and apply, like how you'd paint! voila! gorgeous eyes :D ) and 2nd of all, it contains aloe vera, making it a great moisturizer, which is essential for the under eye area&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SsSj29w0jMI/AAAAAAAAAKo/9AGrQdHPrZ4/s1600-h/DSC00649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SsSj29w0jMI/AAAAAAAAAKo/9AGrQdHPrZ4/s400/DSC00649.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387611218929552578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For the foundation, I use &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;          &lt;a href="http://www.makemeheal.com/mmh/product.do?catid=972&amp;amp;id=60763&amp;amp;procid=54"&gt;Lancome - Maquicreme Infinite Comfort Cream Foundation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, (#40) which BTW, is SPF 15 . I'd say it's a fairly good foundation which isn't drying and I'd recommend it for those with dry skin and for those concerned about avoiding wrinkles in the future :D It's not sticky, it doesn't dry out, and it gives your skin a really luminescent glow and it doesn't feel heavy on the skin like most foundations. I like it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SsSj3RriyFI/AAAAAAAAAKw/usJWJ5IBFJo/s1600-h/DSC00650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SsSj3RriyFI/AAAAAAAAAKw/usJWJ5IBFJo/s400/DSC00650.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387611224276125778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly, I use &lt;a href="http://www.epinions.com/reviews/Maybelline_Clear_Smooth_Shine_Free_Face_Powder_epi"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maybelline New York's CLEAR SMOOTH Shine Free Face Powder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Light). This powder is really amazing I'd say. It's non-comedogenic and it supposedly doesn't clog pores.lol&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this compact powder because it doesn't feel heavy on my skin and it's fragrance FREE and oil absorbing. oh, and it's very affordable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I forgot how much I bought it for, but I'm pretty sure you can find it in Watsons or any other drugstore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... I suppose the next thing I'd use would be blusher. I personally adore using blusher because I'm so PALE. Yes, Pale. Others would tell me how fortunate I am to have fair skin, but I'd say it's not all that. I'm not saying I dislike having fair skin, I do love it, but it's nothing really. I believe anyone can look good, fair or tanned. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SsTtBEe6DPI/AAAAAAAAALo/MG7Ju2Vtuvs/s1600-h/DSC00642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SsTtBEe6DPI/AAAAAAAAALo/MG7Ju2Vtuvs/s400/DSC00642.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387691656880983282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yes. I love blusher. I use a rosy pink blusher . I'm not very sure of the brand, it simply says "Media" on it and the shade is RS-1... I'm not sure really. My mum bought it for me. I know it's made in Japan.lol. But whatever, I love it! It's subtle and it's rosy, perfect for my fair skin.weee...!! hehe... I tend to use this on a daily basis because it's subtle and natural looking, if applied LIGHTLY. Making it PERFECT for me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SsSj35jfSnI/AAAAAAAAAK4/AYqvYPLPaWo/s1600-h/DSC00645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SsSj35jfSnI/AAAAAAAAAK4/AYqvYPLPaWo/s400/DSC00645.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387611234979760754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SsSx42lHxgI/AAAAAAAAALg/RsARXL65y98/s1600-h/DSC00646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SsSx42lHxgI/AAAAAAAAALg/RsARXL65y98/s400/DSC00646.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387626644523959810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SsSx4doUtsI/AAAAAAAAALY/-FgjKhAxqQw/s1600-h/DSC00643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SsSx4doUtsI/AAAAAAAAALY/-FgjKhAxqQw/s400/DSC00643.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387626637826504386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those days when I wanna look more "made-up", or a little tanned, or when I want a sun kissed look, I'd opt for a bronzer. I use &lt;a href="http://www.thebodyshop-usa.com/bronzing/prod4320023"&gt;The Body Shop's Sun Lustre Bronzer &lt;/a&gt;in Shade#1. I find it useful for giving me that sun-kissed healthy peachy glow, but I try not to apply too much because being a fair skinned person like me, applying too much bronzer will only contribute to diseased looking skin :D I apply it with a normal blush brush, although I was thinking of buying a separate Kabuki brush to apply the bronzer, but...bah, i'll think about it...there's no point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SsSx3Tqx7fI/AAAAAAAAALI/9ZGlVZDDBK4/s1600-h/DSC00632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SsSx3Tqx7fI/AAAAAAAAALI/9ZGlVZDDBK4/s400/DSC00632.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387626617972583922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SsSx2sKLApI/AAAAAAAAALA/wog7pgvjVTM/s1600-h/DSC00631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SsSx2sKLApI/AAAAAAAAALA/wog7pgvjVTM/s400/DSC00631.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387626607366832786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda like using cream blushers because I find that cream blushers last a little longer than normal powder blushers. I use The Body Shop's Cheek Blush Blush Creme. I don't know if they sell it under the same name now, because it seems to me as if they've changed the name to &lt;a href="http://www.thebodyshop-usa.com/makeup-best-sellers/prod4320009"&gt;Sheer Sun Gel&lt;/a&gt;. Well, whatever it's called, I love using it because it's easy to apply and it doesn't require so much time. It's hassle free and I absolutely ADORE the colour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. Next. The EYES. I believe the eyes should always look amazing because &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"your eyes are the windows to your soul"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... it doesn't really have much to do with make-up... so... ROFL.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHAT AM I SAYING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;I'm just saying the eyes should always look beautiful and the make-up for the eyes should always be appropriate for the situation you're in. For example, in the day, when you're going for class, or going to work, make-up should be kept minimal. It's alright to have eyeliner on, but nothing OTT. When you're going out for a fun night out with your friends, I believe it's OK to vamp it up a little ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with EYELINER&lt;br /&gt;I use &lt;a href="http://www.maccosmetics.com/product/spp.tmpl?CATEGORY_ID=CAT151&amp;amp;PRODUCT_ID=898"&gt;Mac's Fluidline Eyeliner Gel in Blacktrack&lt;/a&gt; AND &lt;a href="http://nomorerules.net/product/product.html"&gt;KATE's Gel Eye-Liner in Brown&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I think it's an almost essential thing to have a black eyeliner AND a brown eyeliner because there will be days when black will be considered OTT and brown will be PERFECT as a replacement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SsTySWoaklI/AAAAAAAAALw/9SJ2Rqi5uQw/s1600-h/DSC00658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SsTySWoaklI/AAAAAAAAALw/9SJ2Rqi5uQw/s400/DSC00658.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387697451368616530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SsTySz7aitI/AAAAAAAAAL4/yXCacYFa_Ts/s1600-h/DSC00657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SsTySz7aitI/AAAAAAAAAL4/yXCacYFa_Ts/s400/DSC00657.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387697459232934610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;see the difference? :D TRUST ME. It's a whole lot darker. My flash causes a slight fade.&lt;br /&gt;I love both eyeliner gels, because they're&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;waterproof&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;long lasting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dark enough&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next : Eyeshadow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use cream eyeshadow as a base so the powdered eyeshadow won't strip as much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use &lt;a href="http://www.benefitcosmetics.com/gp/product/B000O7RJHG/sr=1-9/qid=1254422101/ref=sr_1_9/188-3467601-3155464?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;n=164991011&amp;amp;bcBrand=core"&gt;benefit's Creaseless Cream Shadow/Liner&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SsT2NOgAjGI/AAAAAAAAAMA/PQqPcKUevF4/s1600-h/DSC00635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 105px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SsT2NOgAjGI/AAAAAAAAAMA/PQqPcKUevF4/s400/DSC00635.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387701761333038178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 2 shades. One is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gossip, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a plum like tint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SsT2N9V3CwI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/gz-Lr3IWquU/s1600-h/DSC00637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SsT2N9V3CwI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/gz-Lr3IWquU/s400/DSC00637.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387701773906938626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sippin' n dippin&lt;/span&gt; , an orange almost satin-like colour, which BTW is also a Limited edition shade for this line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SsT2NilOSTI/AAAAAAAAAMI/89iS9BGy59E/s1600-h/DSC00636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SsT2NilOSTI/AAAAAAAAAMI/89iS9BGy59E/s400/DSC00636.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387701766723619122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love both colours because they're perfect for a night out in the city and also for a simple outing to the mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These cream shadows ARE crease free and easy to apply. They have a satin like feel, which makes benefit's creaseless cream shadow a PLEASURE to use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah... I LOVE &lt;a href="http://www.rimmellondon.com/AU/products/eyes/product.aspx?id=360"&gt;Rimmel London's COLOUR RUSH mono special effects eye-shadow&lt;/a&gt; in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;060 Bronzed&lt;/span&gt;. LOVE. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SsT5APVgjdI/AAAAAAAAAMg/iFV7BFA-TFw/s1600-h/DSC00629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SsT5APVgjdI/AAAAAAAAAMg/iFV7BFA-TFw/s400/DSC00629.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387704836754017746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SsT4_v4WqKI/AAAAAAAAAMY/hPuOMt5O8x4/s1600-h/DSC00628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SsT4_v4WqKI/AAAAAAAAAMY/hPuOMt5O8x4/s400/DSC00628.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387704828310235298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;affordable&lt;/span&gt;...If I'm not mistakened, it's about..RM15...?RM18...?Something like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Compact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The colour intensity is...PERFECT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it. Nuff said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SsT5BLZQVXI/AAAAAAAAAMw/GjeV1BELtmw/s1600-h/DSC00660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SsT5BLZQVXI/AAAAAAAAAMw/GjeV1BELtmw/s400/DSC00660.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387704852875859314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SsT5AiBvKkI/AAAAAAAAAMo/jMMMeWvqufY/s1600-h/DSC00659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SsT5AiBvKkI/AAAAAAAAAMo/jMMMeWvqufY/s400/DSC00659.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387704841771362882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SsT5BLZQVXI/AAAAAAAAAMw/GjeV1BELtmw/s1600-h/DSC00660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SsT5BLZQVXI/AAAAAAAAAMw/GjeV1BELtmw/s400/DSC00660.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387704852875859314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SsT5AiBvKkI/AAAAAAAAAMo/jMMMeWvqufY/s1600-h/DSC00659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SsT5AiBvKkI/AAAAAAAAAMo/jMMMeWvqufY/s400/DSC00659.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387704841771362882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard of &lt;a href="http://www.coastalscents.com/cfwebstore/index.cfm/product/1677_122/88-piece-makeup-palette.cfm"&gt;The Coastal Scents 88 Palette&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;well... I heard about it online, on some youtube videos and in some magazine months back.&lt;br /&gt;So I ordered mine online&lt;br /&gt;To be completely honest&lt;br /&gt;The palette is AFFORDABLE&lt;br /&gt;If you were to add the price of the palette and shipping, I'd say you only have to pay RM124? I mean. SERIOUSLY. It's considered cheap. OR you can buy them off eBay for a cheaper price if you're fortunate enough to find a seller.&lt;br /&gt;They're no way as expensive as the M.A.C. palettes , which are amazing as well, but the Coastal Scents Palette IS worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some swatches from the palette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SsT5B7_K5NI/AAAAAAAAAM4/cn_VdG0Hujg/s1600-h/DSC00661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SsT5B7_K5NI/AAAAAAAAAM4/cn_VdG0Hujg/s400/DSC00661.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387704865919788242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh. and you can either choose from an Ultra shimmer or Matte 88 palette, as you can see, I picked MATTE :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean LOOK at the colours&lt;br /&gt;How Vibrant and Intensed the colours are&lt;br /&gt;and...It's long lasting :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's been alot of debate and questioning about these palettes and whether they're safe to use, and to be honest, alot of makeup we use aren't exactly a 100% safe, whether it's Bobbi Brown or some cheap drugstore brand. I'd say just read up and if possible, allow your skin to breathe every once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MASCARA. I used to think buying mascara was a waste of money because no one really looks at your eyelashes. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;AND COME ON MEN, YOU KNOW YOU DON'T CARE WHETHER YOUR GIRL HAS 3 INCH HAIR ATTACHED TO HER LASH LINE RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;I COMPLETELY AGREE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SsUC__HEJeI/AAAAAAAAAN4/4X73h5fvzhE/s1600-h/DSC00655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SsUC__HEJeI/AAAAAAAAAN4/4X73h5fvzhE/s400/DSC00655.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387715827514746338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SsUC_SF4QCI/AAAAAAAAANw/RdUhme98nwE/s1600-h/DSC00654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SsUC_SF4QCI/AAAAAAAAANw/RdUhme98nwE/s400/DSC00654.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387715815430176802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt; bought myself mascara anyway, just to add a little &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OOMPH! &lt;/span&gt;to my lashes, I totally find false lashes unnecessary.&lt;br /&gt;I bought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.maybelline.com/Product/Eye/Mascara/intense-xxl-volume-and-length-waterproof-microfiber-mascara.htm"&gt;Maybelline New York's Intense XXL Volume+Length Microfiber Waterproof Mascara&lt;/a&gt; (PHEW.THAT WAS A LONG ONE) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SsUOhJOEYqI/AAAAAAAAAOw/gkfhJ8oZqZs/s1600-h/DSC00679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SsUOhJOEYqI/AAAAAAAAAOw/gkfhJ8oZqZs/s400/DSC00679.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387728491792065186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BEFORE MASCARA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SsUOhXBSe6I/AAAAAAAAAO4/bFtYG6nf7Wk/s1600-h/DSC00680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SsUOhXBSe6I/AAAAAAAAAO4/bFtYG6nf7Wk/s400/DSC00680.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387728495496559522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AFTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, THE LIPS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend named KARA (yes, YOU KARA. U lepeh you :D remember, para sailing in NOV!!)&lt;br /&gt;She posted up these photos of herself without any makeup on, but with just contacts on and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Body Shop lip gloss&lt;/span&gt; and she looked &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;AMAZING&lt;/span&gt;. She has such sexy lips &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(dont get all cocky on me now)&lt;/span&gt;. What I''m trying to say is that the Lips are equally important as every other feature :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to keep my lips soft with alot of lip balm. Tinted lip balm, colourless lipbalm, it doesn't really matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SsT-wFGYsNI/AAAAAAAAANA/ylsJcfeuNGc/s1600-h/DSC00641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SsT-wFGYsNI/AAAAAAAAANA/ylsJcfeuNGc/s400/DSC00641.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387711156198093010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to use the &lt;a href="http://www.carepro.com.my/product-detail.php?ItemID=92&amp;amp;cid=250"&gt;Rehydrating Brightening Lip Balm by Skin Doctor&lt;/a&gt; before applying anything else.&lt;br /&gt;What I dislike about this product is that it's kinda liquidy and BITTER. But it does work. It's also affordable. It's around RM30 per tube and you can buy it in most drugstores :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also use these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SsT-xNqpmTI/AAAAAAAAANQ/fD2aCYGs8FE/s1600-h/DSC00639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 102px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SsT-xNqpmTI/AAAAAAAAANQ/fD2aCYGs8FE/s400/DSC00639.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387711175677548850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SsT-xifE7BI/AAAAAAAAANY/_ILyTArVnzU/s1600-h/DSC00640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SsT-xifE7BI/AAAAAAAAANY/_ILyTArVnzU/s400/DSC00640.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387711181266152466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SsT-wq23rvI/AAAAAAAAANI/aKKHXVm9up8/s1600-h/DSC00638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SsT-wq23rvI/AAAAAAAAANI/aKKHXVm9up8/s400/DSC00638.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387711166333562610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like tinted lipbalms because they're like lip glosses, but good for the lips :p&lt;br /&gt;I use &lt;a href="http://www.maccosmetics.com/product/spp.tmpl?CATEGORY_ID=CAT164&amp;amp;PRODUCT_ID=642"&gt;M.A.C.'s Tinted Lip Conditioner&lt;/a&gt; with SPF 15 in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Petting Pink&lt;/span&gt; and I like this one because it has a pleasant smell to it and it gives a real rosy pink colour to the lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the one with the cartooned Lips on it? That's my &lt;a href="http://www.thebodyshop-usa.com/prod718957"&gt;BodyShop Guarana MTV Limited Edition Lip Butter &lt;/a&gt;. It's a white-ish shade. I like the smell and the fact it's a great lip balm but It sort of makes my lips look pale. Nonetheless, I still use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, the BodyShop's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thebodyshop-usa.com/prod160375?cm_sp=Recommendations-_-ProductRecslot-_-Strawberry_Born_Lippy________Balm"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Raspberry Born Lippy(TM) Balm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this one the most&lt;br /&gt;Smells good too&lt;br /&gt;Works as a lip balm and a PERFECT Lip gloss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SsUC-fnJymI/AAAAAAAAANg/U8DdkaLNAbk/s1600-h/DSC00653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SsUC-fnJymI/AAAAAAAAANg/U8DdkaLNAbk/s400/DSC00653.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387715801879530082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for lipstick, I have a favourite (which my mum wants!)&lt;br /&gt;I love &lt;a href="http://www.benefitcosmetics.com/gp/product/B0019W2696"&gt;benefit's full-finish lipstick&lt;/a&gt; in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thrillin' Brazilian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a gorgeous colour. Perfect for any occasion. It's a slight brown peach pink with a hint of glitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for lipgloss, I'm down to one because I gave my M.A.C. lipgloss to my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;poyo &lt;/span&gt;sister Crystal Gail :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SsUKUQ4iSaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/pJMCT9mGabg/s1600-h/DSC00651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SsUKUQ4iSaI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/pJMCT9mGabg/s400/DSC00651.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387723872464423330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever... I think M.A.C. lipglosses are highly overrated and overly priced at that. In my HONEST opinion, I find Lancome lip glosses much better. :)&lt;br /&gt;I use &lt;a href="http://www.lancome.co.uk/_en/_gb/catalog/product.aspx?prdcode=206012&amp;amp;CategoryCode=AXEMakeup%5EF1_Lips%5EF2_Lip_Gloss&amp;amp;vname=name&amp;amp;"&gt;Lancome's Color Fever Gloss&lt;/a&gt; in &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Mauve Pink &lt;/span&gt;. It may be pricey but it's worth it! It's not like MAC lipglosses which are damned sticky. It doesn't make your lips feel dry after removing. It makes the lips look damn sexy I tell you. I mean, I DON'T HAVE sexy lips SADLY. I'm not Kara Karissa Simon &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BAH KAN&lt;/span&gt;? lol&lt;br /&gt;But after using the Lancome Color Fever Lipgloss, I feel pretty :)&lt;br /&gt;EH. I know. I look like I have loadsa pimples. Please, they're pimple SCARS. Get it right :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ekonefe.files.wordpress.com/2007/06/ugly-alan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 326px;" src="http://ekonefe.files.wordpress.com/2007/06/ugly-alan.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BEFORE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SsUKWPiw0vI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Ous2C9QdNAA/s1600-h/DSC00671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SsUKWPiw0vI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Ous2C9QdNAA/s400/DSC00671.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387723906464404210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SsUKVZOKYtI/AAAAAAAAAOg/MbmrLvQvDgE/s1600-h/DSC00672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SsUKVZOKYtI/AAAAAAAAAOg/MbmrLvQvDgE/s400/DSC00672.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387723891882484434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SsUKU16KA6I/AAAAAAAAAOY/MTENF8y81-c/s1600-h/DSC00674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SsUKU16KA6I/AAAAAAAAAOY/MTENF8y81-c/s400/DSC00674.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387723882403333026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;AFTER ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah. yes.&lt;br /&gt;but, to be HONEST once again. I like going out with makeup on, yes, but I'm the kinda girl who DARES put vanity aside alot of times.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; PLUS, i do not need to impress the guy I'm with cos I'm pretty sure he likes me for who I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and WHO said makeup makes you look prettier? It just ENHANCES what already is there, and it's fun to shop for makeup and to try them out anyway, it shouldn't be applied to give you a "second" face, makeup should be applied for fun, and to enhance what ALREADY IS THERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I think it's essential to let your skin BREATHE.&lt;br /&gt;So...nowadays I wash my face. Toner. Moisturizer. Slap some sunscreen on and face the world with a smile :) OH.&lt;br /&gt;AND MY NUMBER ONE BEAUTY PRODUCT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SsURHwmGaaI/AAAAAAAAAPA/au90Ix7Dto4/s1600-h/DSC00662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SsURHwmGaaI/AAAAAAAAAPA/au90Ix7Dto4/s400/DSC00662.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387731354220128674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Silky White Magic Face Powder by Silky Girl (Pretty in Pink)&lt;br /&gt;shut up&lt;br /&gt;go ahead and laugh&lt;br /&gt;IT HELPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;IT'S NON COMEDOGENIC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IT DOESNT CLOG PORES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;ITS OIL ABSORBING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ITS A SUNSCREEN and IT ONLY COSTS RM4.20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;IT WHITENS SKIN&lt;/span&gt; (FOR THOSE WHO NEED IT.LOL)&lt;br /&gt;AND ITS &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;PINK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;sue me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it&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/8603411339435320249-8128467864956584766?l=mynameislizakay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/8128467864956584766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/8128467864956584766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameislizakay.blogspot.com/2009/10/make-up.html' title='Make-up'/><author><name>Liza Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623048781581534140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Syq1ubeExLI/AAAAAAAAAVk/WDgHqteZYgc/S220/PB231358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SsSj2IkFLYI/AAAAAAAAAKY/YqBWQf0iIDM/s72-c/DSC00647.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603411339435320249.post-3482598343788586937</id><published>2009-09-07T19:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T00:10:33.986+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>A little update</title><content type='html'>as of right now. I feel very ... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lazy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lethargic&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;unmotivated&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why&lt;br /&gt;I have a few possible reasons for my pessimistic mood...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'll be in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kuching &lt;/span&gt;in 2 weeks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a 20 page &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;essay&lt;/span&gt; to pass up and I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT done&lt;/span&gt; writing it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;someone &lt;/span&gt;just ruined my mood&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I regret&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; spending&lt;/span&gt; on stuff I realize I do not really want&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;detox&lt;/span&gt;, a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;diet&lt;/span&gt; and an&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; exercise plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sick &lt;/span&gt;for the past few days&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I JUST WANNA GO TO &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;DI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;SN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;EY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;LA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;AGAIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.astana-cyclingteam.com/special_features/images/disneyland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 618px; height: 475px;" src="http://www.astana-cyclingteam.com/special_features/images/disneyland.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;U DO NOT KNOW HOW IT FEELS TO WAKE UP FEELING SAD AND ALL U WANNA DO IS GO TO DISNEYLAND&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;=.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jesus... thank you for liberating me. Thank you for dying for me. With bigots all around, I need you. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to Disneyland and meet prince Charming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRINCE CHARMING&lt;br /&gt;YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.clickthecity.com/img2/articles/CTC-2327-image4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://www.clickthecity.com/img2/articles/CTC-2327-image4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me describe how I'd like MY prince charming to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tolerant &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tolerable &lt;/span&gt;( It goes both ways.haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Handsome &lt;/span&gt;( I'm not calling anyone ugly, I'm just saying I don't want someone who looks like a hybrid of Amanda Lepore and Shrek)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tall &lt;/span&gt;(NOW THAT SHOULDN'T BE A PROBLEM SEEING THAT I'M ONLY 5feetNONE)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Loving &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Understanding &lt;/span&gt;( oh how one expects too much)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hung &lt;/span&gt;(Don't blame genes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Himself &lt;/span&gt;(I hate it when guys pretend to be something theyre not, something horrible... THEN AGAIN. I suppose it is BETTER the PRETEND than to actually BE something horrid eyh?) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NICE &lt;/span&gt;(I want someone nice. YES. I may make jokes. BUT... Most of the time, or shall I say all the time. I don't mean the jokes I make =.= . I do not want a guy who points out every negative detail about me, my friends, my family and anyone in general with enemies as an exception ) :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Smart &lt;/span&gt;(I don't need another Einstein, but I do not need a KEN BRAIN either)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided. My prince charming shall be&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SyupZXjsUfI/AAAAAAAAAWk/HBVxjnPw33w/s1600-h/JackSparrow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 497px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SyupZXjsUfI/AAAAAAAAAWk/HBVxjnPw33w/s400/JackSparrow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416609230128697842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;YES I KNOW&lt;br /&gt;HE'S FICTIONAL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;\&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHUSH&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a girl can wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. yes. my hair feels softer now. I WONDER WHY&lt;br /&gt;I DIDN'T USE CONDITIONER FOR DAYS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SWEAR&lt;br /&gt;I WONDER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WONDER WHAT POSSESSED ME TO BUY A CERTAIN DRESS&lt;br /&gt;WHEN I WEAR IT&lt;br /&gt;I'LL TAKE A PHOTO&lt;br /&gt;AND U CAN JUDGE ME IF U WISH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna study. ciao. I'll update lata. I've got loadsa JUICY JUICY YUMMY YUMMY &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FAT&lt;/span&gt; STORIES. Yippeeeee :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8603411339435320249-3482598343788586937?l=mynameislizakay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/3482598343788586937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/3482598343788586937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameislizakay.blogspot.com/2009/09/little-update.html' title='A little update'/><author><name>Liza Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623048781581534140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Syq1ubeExLI/AAAAAAAAAVk/WDgHqteZYgc/S220/PB231358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SyupZXjsUfI/AAAAAAAAAWk/HBVxjnPw33w/s72-c/JackSparrow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603411339435320249.post-535262136514188353</id><published>2009-09-03T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T15:49:19.987+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaysia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>One Malaysia? Mr. Prime Minister...All the Best</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;An interesting story about how a poor decapitated cow caused a bigger racial drift to occur &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Sp9nqzLF6kI/AAAAAAAAAJY/4JtLyaBkyXQ/s1600-h/header7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Sp9nqzLF6kI/AAAAAAAAAJY/4JtLyaBkyXQ/s400/header7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377130465092561474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Sp9nqTULRrI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/AcqdAeN6rM8/s1600-h/header4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 640px; height: 32px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Sp9nqTULRrI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/AcqdAeN6rM8/s400/header4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377130456540726962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Sp9np_2HIiI/AAAAAAAAAJI/RpzJ3P_ITrU/s1600-h/header3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 46px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Sp9np_2HIiI/AAAAAAAAAJI/RpzJ3P_ITrU/s400/header3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377130451314352674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Sp9npVxgk0I/AAAAAAAAAJA/LYoZiTC0ODU/s1600-h/header2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 79px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Sp9npVxgk0I/AAAAAAAAAJA/LYoZiTC0ODU/s400/header2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377130440020759362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Sp9nnzuZmGI/AAAAAAAAAI4/sSNMo-k-Bc0/s1600-h/header1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 24px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Sp9nnzuZmGI/AAAAAAAAAI4/sSNMo-k-Bc0/s400/header1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377130413701044322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="525" width="660"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ytAkNMyGd1M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ytAkNMyGd1M&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="525" width="660"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure many of you have heard of the recent "Cow Demo Story" which recently happened in Shah Alam, and if you haven't, please do read up about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FOR ONE AM DISGUSTED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LISTEN &lt;/span&gt;: I am not a racist, I am NOT. I do not keep any hatred towards anyone of any race. I am disgusted because all this talk about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ONE MALAYSIA&lt;/span&gt; and our people are still acting like bigots?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Malaysia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Sp9oYqAkezI/AAAAAAAAAJo/GYWxH2sjMJk/s1600-h/onemalaysia3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 104px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Sp9oYqAkezI/AAAAAAAAAJo/GYWxH2sjMJk/s400/onemalaysia3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377131252906490674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Sp9oZuA2shI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1KoVch3T-bE/s1600-h/onemalaysia1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 85px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Sp9oZuA2shI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/1KoVch3T-bE/s400/onemalaysia1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377131271161295378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Sp9oZMuE0DI/AAAAAAAAAJw/BmlrOWG0K5I/s1600-h/onemalaysia2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 62px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Sp9oZMuE0DI/AAAAAAAAAJw/BmlrOWG0K5I/s400/onemalaysia2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377131262224158770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quotes taken from the Prime Minister's speech on One Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Sp9oYJQ1B0I/AAAAAAAAAJg/ucKHmKogwQY/s1600-h/onemalaysia4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Sp9oYJQ1B0I/AAAAAAAAAJg/ucKHmKogwQY/s400/onemalaysia4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377131244116313922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Policies that look after the interests of all races&lt;/span&gt;? I CERTAINLY HOPE SO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in no way blaming the government as the cause of the protest, but if the views of the people don't change, how do you expect there to be a OneMalaysia??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For so long, we group ourselves based on race, based on colour.&lt;br /&gt;Aren't we Malaysians? Aren't we a united nation? Because I SWEAR i DID NOT get the memo saying otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;We take comfort in what I call racial pride. IN NO WAY AM I SAYING THERE IS ANYTHING WRONG WITH BEING PROUD OF YOUR ETHNIC ROOTS, BUT PLEASE FOR THE SAKE OF OUR COUNTRY, LET IT GO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LET IT GO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can anyone call themselves nationalists if they keep pulling out the race card?&lt;br /&gt;Religious barriers, ethnic barriers should be abolished from our mindsets. If this is what we call &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Merdeka!&lt;/span&gt;, please... Go home and restudy your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sejarah &lt;/span&gt;books to have a better concept of what a united democratic country should be about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Sp9rvZ95oXI/AAAAAAAAAKI/wPi-7jIqv4g/s1600-h/tar1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 110px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Sp9rvZ95oXI/AAAAAAAAAKI/wPi-7jIqv4g/s400/tar1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377134942272201074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Sp9s5-5M5VI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/jPVVgeC1ID0/s1600-h/tar2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 249px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Sp9s5-5M5VI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/jPVVgeC1ID0/s400/tar2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377136223494923602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Excerpts from Tunku Abdul Rahman's Merdeka Speech on the 16th of September 1963&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOY AND UNITY? HARMONY AND TOLERANCE? ... and we criticize countries like the United States for allowing the oppression of the african-americans to be carried out for so long? OPEN YOUR EYES TO SEE HOW TIMES HAVE CHANGED. Did you watch the inauguration of the FIRST AFRICAN AMERICAN PRESIDENT OF THE U.S.? or were you too busy pointing out the mistakes of your fellow countrymen of different races? Racism isn't a game, it isn't funny...no. Racism is what we call a barrier of prosperity and democracy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For God's sake please... If you're not going to be tolerant for the sake of others, please learn to be tolerant for the sake of a Great Man like Tunku Abdul Rahman and the other great nationalist heroes who fought for you, for me, for everyone else in this country. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STOP BEING SO CLOSEMINDED, OPEN UP YOUR EYES AND REALIZE THAT IT'S TIME TO CHANGE STOP BRINGING EMBARRASSMENT TO OUR COUNTRY IN THE GLOBAL HEADLINES &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUPID&lt;br /&gt;I believe there's a special spot in hell for racists&lt;br /&gt;If one race is to be called supreme, then why would God have created everybody else? for the heck of it? RIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am honestly appalled with what I read and watched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;POOR COW&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;POOR PROTESTERS FOR BEING SO dumb&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt; I will pray for the sake of our country, for the sake of our future, that things WILL change. Every religion teaches &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE &lt;/span&gt;for others, despite racial and religious differences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK, I'M SORRY BUT&lt;br /&gt;this really upsets me. I love MALAYSIA: the country, but I, like a lot of others, am beginning to lose faith for a united, prosperous Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;These issues on corruption, racial arguments, religious arguments just annoys me so much. Can't you see what we do, brings us down as a whole and as individuals?&lt;br /&gt;Singing songs and reciting oaths everyday will not instill a Love for our country or for those who inhabit it.&lt;br /&gt;It starts from the head.&lt;br /&gt;I love Malaysia, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;When will it start??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ah whatever. Happy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MOO&lt;/span&gt;deka to all of you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up when things change :)&lt;br /&gt;which reminds me... why don't you just "ISA" the protesters? YES. "ISA" THEM. It's a term now :) Malaysia BOLEH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8603411339435320249-535262136514188353?l=mynameislizakay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/535262136514188353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/535262136514188353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameislizakay.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-malaysia-mr-prime-ministerall-best.html' title='One Malaysia? Mr. Prime Minister...All the Best'/><author><name>Liza Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623048781581534140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Syq1ubeExLI/AAAAAAAAAVk/WDgHqteZYgc/S220/PB231358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Sp9nqzLF6kI/AAAAAAAAAJY/4JtLyaBkyXQ/s72-c/header7.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603411339435320249.post-315371058641416309</id><published>2009-09-01T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T14:34:26.862+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>My date with UNICEF and a Monkey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SpzIRgDfj6I/AAAAAAAAAIA/-1ysIHglmDo/s1600-h/DSC00409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SpzIRgDfj6I/AAAAAAAAAIA/-1ysIHglmDo/s320/DSC00409.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376392258161446818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday, I got to skip class to attend a talk at the UN office. I figured it would be a great opportunity to know more about the UN, seeing that I am taking a degree in International Relations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SpzIRFMItYI/AAAAAAAAAH4/glpfQ1AWbV8/s1600-h/DSC00407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SpzIRFMItYI/AAAAAAAAAH4/glpfQ1AWbV8/s320/DSC00407.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376392250949940610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SpzIQoFe2-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/AfyMdG6-JNQ/s1600-h/DSC00406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SpzIQoFe2-I/AAAAAAAAAHw/AfyMdG6-JNQ/s320/DSC00406.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376392243137403874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The moment we walked in, we were greeted by guards with guns and a metal detector. Talk about safety.hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were given a talk by 2 officers, a Miss Maya and a Mr. Yusoff Omar from Mauritius. Mr Yusoff Omar is a UNICEF representative who has been working with the UN for over 20 years now. Both enlightened us on alot of topics, including the requirements needed to work for the U.N. ( I know my goal now :D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SpzIQNiDNEI/AAAAAAAAAHo/lkBTtR4hdJ4/s1600-h/DSC00405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SpzIQNiDNEI/AAAAAAAAAHo/lkBTtR4hdJ4/s320/DSC00405.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376392236009468994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SpzIPqL6B0I/AAAAAAAAAHg/5TeT6cIvykQ/s1600-h/u.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SpzIPqL6B0I/AAAAAAAAAHg/5TeT6cIvykQ/s320/u.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376392226521352002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Thursday and I am not feeling well!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After class, I spotted a monkey! YES. A MONKEY. A rather cute one I must admit. It was sleeping, on the floor at the Social Science and Humanities Faculty Building, DARN CUTE I TELL YOU&lt;br /&gt;Here... proof&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Sp9ih0HTNxI/AAAAAAAAAII/nj700VLP2aU/s1600-h/DSC00429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Sp9ih0HTNxI/AAAAAAAAAII/nj700VLP2aU/s320/DSC00429.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377124813168129810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See that thing in the middle? That was the monkey. So adorable I swear. When I came back, a big group of people were surrounding the poor boy. LOL. amazed as I was, without realizing how silly it is to be fascinated over a sleeping monkey with a bun by the side :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1ea39705a238fb7f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1ea39705a238fb7f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331502508%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8613CF42BC8FE200FFAC585A05DCFA675DBB6CF3.7B738AE339A3A51802A50AEA671F4F8E975578DB%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1ea39705a238fb7f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DlwQM3R9Mu071eGwERTpgokXbsPo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1ea39705a238fb7f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331502508%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8613CF42BC8FE200FFAC585A05DCFA675DBB6CF3.7B738AE339A3A51802A50AEA671F4F8E975578DB%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1ea39705a238fb7f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DlwQM3R9Mu071eGwERTpgokXbsPo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah. I'm tired&lt;br /&gt;I need rest. lata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8603411339435320249-315371058641416309?l=mynameislizakay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=1ea39705a238fb7f&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/315371058641416309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/315371058641416309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameislizakay.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-date-with-unicef-and-monkey.html' title='My date with UNICEF and a Monkey'/><author><name>Liza Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623048781581534140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Syq1ubeExLI/AAAAAAAAAVk/WDgHqteZYgc/S220/PB231358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SpzIRgDfj6I/AAAAAAAAAIA/-1ysIHglmDo/s72-c/DSC00409.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603411339435320249.post-6437972296535563281</id><published>2009-09-01T02:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T02:25:12.053+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family and friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>I JUST REALIZED SOMETHING</title><content type='html'>It's 2 a.m. and I realized.... My roommate isn't here. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHATS FUNNY IS THAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DIDNT REALIZE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW HEELARIOUS IS THAT??&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW!! LOL right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew it&lt;br /&gt;I am lame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EH&lt;br /&gt;I bought these reallly nice sandals&lt;br /&gt;and guess who told me to?&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Adrian Clark&lt;br /&gt;I was like&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, are these nice?"&lt;br /&gt;and he replied&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, they are, they're like GLADS"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GLADS&lt;br /&gt;GLADS&lt;br /&gt;GLADS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adrian's awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bak kata&lt;/span&gt; Blythe (As Blythe said) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"THOSE AREN'T B&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OO&lt;/span&gt;BS. That's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fat&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OOOOH&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AHHH&lt;/span&gt;...Heelarious&lt;br /&gt;and they say&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I AM MEAN&lt;/span&gt;??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;plz&lt;br /&gt;men are so &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bitchy &lt;/span&gt;and metro nowadays&lt;br /&gt;Them and their "shoe and boobs" talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway&lt;br /&gt;It's 2 a.m. and I know that nowadays, I'll have to work harder&lt;br /&gt;It's not secondary school anymore&lt;br /&gt;I didn't reach my fullest potential because I was LAZY and too caught up with trivial matters&lt;br /&gt;NO MORE&lt;br /&gt;I have dreams too&lt;br /&gt;Real, solid dreams so tangible I can practically TASTE them happening&lt;br /&gt;yes, taste. :D hahaLOLRofl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Liza is working hard&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;don't want &lt;/span&gt;to be JUST ANOTHER Malaysian graduate&lt;br /&gt;what ever for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway&lt;br /&gt;I'm sleepy&lt;br /&gt;I bought myself mac Fluidline eyeliner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REVIEW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Price : OUCH&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Glides on easily&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Doesn't smudge&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lasts rather long&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's M.A.C., it shouldn't be a sin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;goodnight&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8603411339435320249-6437972296535563281?l=mynameislizakay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/6437972296535563281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/6437972296535563281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameislizakay.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-just-realized-something.html' title='I JUST REALIZED SOMETHING'/><author><name>Liza Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623048781581534140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Syq1ubeExLI/AAAAAAAAAVk/WDgHqteZYgc/S220/PB231358.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603411339435320249.post-3493698197336686691</id><published>2009-09-01T01:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T02:07:33.087+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>It's been a while</title><content type='html'>For some reason, the one week which just passed feels surreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DO NOT KNOW WHY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not as if I was skating with penguins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOH. Let's see...what happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much really happened&lt;br /&gt;ok fine, I'm too LAZY to blog about anything in detail...&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be one of those lazy boring bloggers who readily JUMP at the question "Do you blog?" , but in reality, they barely do...hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M NOT MAKING ANY SENSE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IT'S 2 A.M.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;WTH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazie just called me...we're going to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;UNICEF &lt;/span&gt;tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;cool eyh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go back to sleep, but I'm not going to :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="525" width="660"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UZivRD3ADUQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UZivRD3ADUQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="525" width="660"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I takde mood hari ini :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8603411339435320249-3493698197336686691?l=mynameislizakay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/3493698197336686691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/3493698197336686691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameislizakay.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while'/><author><name>Liza Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623048781581534140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Syq1ubeExLI/AAAAAAAAAVk/WDgHqteZYgc/S220/PB231358.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603411339435320249.post-3432029381677588053</id><published>2009-08-27T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T21:08:16.266+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liza'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family and friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>A little something called a Dream</title><content type='html'>I once had a dream to become an &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;archaeologist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once dreamt to become the next &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Britney Spears&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THAT didn't happen&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;I once thought I'd be a &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;chemical engineer&lt;/span&gt; and enjoy it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh how dreams have changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how life's circumstances deter us away from what we wish at times&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to lie... I am a christian, I am NOT religious, nor do I believe in religiosity as a stairway to heaven, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe god loves me, sent his son for me, died for my sins, sees me RIGHTEOUS IN CHRIST and not my strength &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;( I KNOW. THIS IS LIZA WE'RE TALKING ABOUT...but yea)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe he loves me, and he allowed those things to happen to give me better things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LISTEN&lt;/span&gt;: I'm not one of those religious folk who believe in punishment from God, Satan punishes, God saves :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in form 5, I couldn't see why certain things happened, but guess what?NOW I see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recall my first week in KL this year as something out of a nightmare. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I didn't get my Law Course&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was in a university I did not want (at first)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I lost something I saw myself having for the longest time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I felt...alone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Thing is... 2 months have passed, and I have found my situation improved. Why? well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I got another course, International relations (and a shot at interning at Wisma Putra next year and a bigger chance of becoming a diplomat (Ray will be proud :D )&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The thought of being in UKM is growing on me, I kinda like it :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Whatever happens happens, but I know God has seriously strengthened me. I no longer feel that ... pain I felt before. No more. Thank God. I believe that if things aren't meant to be...it's o.k. I know God has better things for me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't feel alone no more, besides my friends (great friends), and my lovely extended family in K.L. plus my awesome family and friends back in Kuching, I KNOW, Jesus Loves me(shush Azizul, don't judge me! :D )&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I never wanna feel helpless ever again... because I'm not. God is NOT helpless, therefore, I'm not helpless. Whatever I do, I do through Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OK. NOW THATS JUST THE TRUTH Y'ALL SHOULD READ ABOUT HOW I FEEL KAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just to make one thing clear... I still am very much in love with Law studies. The thought of it, makes me smile. :)&lt;br /&gt;and I promise myself, that it's going to be my second degree one day...If not within the next 5 years, the next, if not, the following...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AGE AIN'T NO BARRIER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I probably made Donatella Versace smile)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOH OOH. MY COLLEGE, GOT ITS WATER SUPPLY BACK YAY!! AND IT RAINED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOH AND B T W&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I gave a presentation in class today, and I realize how this one particular guy in my class, is extremely smart. He's like a walking encyclopedia. I felt....DUMB... But he's really nice that I admit and his political views are just and diplomatic. He sure loves politics. I wish him all the best and I'll pray he'll fight for what's right :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What else... I buka puasa today with Hazie, Nernny and Ren .. YAY(I was stuffed!)&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;OOOH. TWO DAYS AGO. I watched Twilight for the FIRST TIME ( I KNOW IT'S LATE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I ABSOLUTELY ADORE EDWARD CULLEN (NOTE: Edward cullen, Not Robert Pattinson)&lt;br /&gt;OMG... I am so into it now, I'm gonna start reading the books!lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the Trailer for "New Moon" and that Werewolf dude looked HOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cspaworkshop.org/joomla/images/stories/edward%20cullen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 357px; height: 388px;" src="http://www.cspaworkshop.org/joomla/images/stories/edward%20cullen.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just be honest here, Robert Pattinson is one handsome guy, BUT his character( Edward) outshadows him. Instead of playing the character, his character is playing him. NO OFFENSE, HES STILL SUPER HOT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://gossipteen.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/taylor-lautner-photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 479px;" src="http://gossipteen.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/03/taylor-lautner-photo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://woodenspears.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/taylor-lautner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 332px; height: 500px;" src="http://woodenspears.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/taylor-lautner.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, Taylor Lautner? oh god. NOW THATS HOT , He's so hot, he has his own zipcode : 123-HELL-o&lt;br /&gt;I'll be front row and center during the premiere :D&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/8603411339435320249-3432029381677588053?l=mynameislizakay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/3432029381677588053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/3432029381677588053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameislizakay.blogspot.com/2009/08/little-something-called-dream.html' title='A little something called a Dream'/><author><name>Liza Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623048781581534140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Syq1ubeExLI/AAAAAAAAAVk/WDgHqteZYgc/S220/PB231358.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603411339435320249.post-4298934673769149281</id><published>2009-08-21T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T02:31:20.808+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>is it alright?</title><content type='html'>to fall ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice weekend, I know I will&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8603411339435320249-4298934673769149281?l=mynameislizakay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/4298934673769149281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/4298934673769149281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameislizakay.blogspot.com/2009/08/is-it-alright.html' title='is it alright?'/><author><name>Liza Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623048781581534140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Syq1ubeExLI/AAAAAAAAAVk/WDgHqteZYgc/S220/PB231358.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603411339435320249.post-5507423171341312432</id><published>2009-08-19T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T23:55:08.145+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>In my honest opinion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://artfiles.art.com/images/-/I-Didnt-Say-it-Was-Your-Fault-Magnet-C11750024.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://artfiles.art.com/images/-/I-Didnt-Say-it-Was-Your-Fault-Magnet-C11750024.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some people sabotage their own happiness. Blaming others as a result of pride and self-denial. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If YOU encompass one or more of these traits, YOU are probably to blame for your own sadness. If you have more than 2 traits, you most probably are a self-absorbed &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bigotry"&gt;bigot&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;In your mind, YOU can do no wrong. In your mind, you seat yourself next to(or rather above) the likes of Mother Theresa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Without realizing how unfair you are to those around you, you criticize, you put down, and you let them down.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You make primary use of the letter "I" (e.g.: I am better than him. I am going to show them. I am right, YOU are wrong)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As you're reading this, you feel a sudden tinge of anger or guilt or sadness or all 3, but most probably anger. In attempt to not be deemed a Bigot, YOU hide your feelings of anger with sarcastic "holier than thou" remarks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Revenge seems to be your scapegoat.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Emotions? What's that? a song? (My point exactly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Let's not name names but I'm pretty sure we know one or two or more BIGOTS in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure one or two or maybe more think I'm one &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;(maybe I am?maybe I'm not. How would you know?you're probably too busy listening to your own mind-sermons, judging others shouldn't be an option)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then again...the fact that I'm writing this post indirectly makes me a bigot!&lt;/span&gt; ... oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People may like you, people may not, you may live in a big mansion or a hut, you may drive a BIG car, or not...&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter to a bigot. Why? Because Bigots do not affect those PEOPLE around them. No, they affect themselves and the ones who care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;O.M.G. WHAT MESSAGE AM I TRYING TO GET ACROSS ANYWAY?I FORGOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BIGOTS DON'T LISTEN.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:78%;" &gt;i probably won't listen either&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;table style="font-weight: bold;" id="entries"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="index"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="word"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Bigot &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td class="text" colspan="1" id="entry_1671933"&gt; &lt;div class="definition"&gt; A bigot is a prejudiced person who is intolerant of any opinions differing from their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person extremely intolerant of others and irrespective of reasoning."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I rest my case&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8603411339435320249-5507423171341312432?l=mynameislizakay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/5507423171341312432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/5507423171341312432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameislizakay.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-my-honest-opinion.html' title='In my honest opinion'/><author><name>Liza Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623048781581534140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Syq1ubeExLI/AAAAAAAAAVk/WDgHqteZYgc/S220/PB231358.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603411339435320249.post-1575721301187124919</id><published>2009-08-19T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T00:03:54.203+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SovNdGBQMqI/AAAAAAAAAG4/_IzqVUAx8wM/s1600-h/sexy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 107px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SovNdGBQMqI/AAAAAAAAAG4/_IzqVUAx8wM/s320/sexy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371612880285217442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;omg. I froze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;I seriously&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FROZE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...!&lt;br /&gt;THOSE &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EYES&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was silent! I didn't move! I just stood there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;at the photo frames&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ugh...I mean...Cigarette smoke has never smelt this good...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;EVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;FIRST OF ALL: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;I do NOT smoke, and I probably NEVER will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm just saying, it has never smelt&lt;br /&gt;this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;good &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;OMGWTFIJUSTREMEMBEREDSOMETHINGByE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;WTF I HEARD UKM IS GONNA QUARANTINE US FOR A WEEK??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;NO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;HAVE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;PLANS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Lord Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Let me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;complete &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; classes and tutorials&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; tomorrow and permit me to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;catch a bus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;hop on a KTM train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; all the way to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt; Bandar Tasik Selatan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;and a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;taxi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Taman Orkid Desa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;as I usually do  first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;THEN...let it quarantine it's students. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In Jesus' name I pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;AMEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I cannot be quarantined&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'M NOT SICK&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'M SCARED TO BE STUCK WITH SICK PEOPLE IN UKM&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;roommate's leaving TONIGHT&lt;/span&gt; and who'll stay with me for a week????!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; plans with my friends this Saturday!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I left my SOME of my revision books at Klaire's!! fine. I left ONE.but I NEED THAT ONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I MISS THEM&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wtf...it's called being quarantined for a reason. How much fun could it be??&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So please do pray for me ok :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;I miss Chimmy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8603411339435320249-1575721301187124919?l=mynameislizakay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/1575721301187124919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/1575721301187124919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameislizakay.blogspot.com/2009/08/eyes.html' title='Eyes'/><author><name>Liza Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623048781581534140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Syq1ubeExLI/AAAAAAAAAVk/WDgHqteZYgc/S220/PB231358.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/SovNdGBQMqI/AAAAAAAAAG4/_IzqVUAx8wM/s72-c/sexy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603411339435320249.post-6318456508347479874</id><published>2009-08-19T09:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T00:05:29.714+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh lord that's something</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting here. blogging&lt;br /&gt;in between classes&lt;br /&gt;my next class is at 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMGWTF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have cultivated a sudden interest in KEDAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Did &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; know that the Burmese and the Siamese fought in Kedah around the year 1875...and blablabla...almost 200years later....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attend political evolution tutorials every Wednesday :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:78%;" &gt;omghessocute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho... back to class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D I'm a &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Vegan &lt;/span&gt;now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8603411339435320249-6318456508347479874?l=mynameislizakay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/6318456508347479874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8603411339435320249/posts/default/6318456508347479874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mynameislizakay.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-lord-thats-something.html' title='oh lord that&apos;s something'/><author><name>Liza Kay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12623048781581534140</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jW_jDLARoQQ/Syq1ubeExLI/AAAAAAAAAVk/WDgHqteZYgc/S220/PB231358.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8603411339435320249.post-1625498110831615492</id><published>2009-08-19T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T01:53:38.641+08:00</updated><c
