<?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-16800021</id><updated>2011-04-22T13:09:20.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wake me up.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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time and stay as a kid the whole time. without worries, just play. sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16800021-3620591803571160468?l=scarsstillremain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/feeds/3620591803571160468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16800021&amp;postID=3620591803571160468' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/3620591803571160468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/3620591803571160468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-considering-to-reopen-back-my-old.html' title=''/><author><name>zoe liew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16800021.post-114864185017990443</id><published>2006-05-26T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T19:10:50.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Closure</title><content type='html'>hmm..thinking of closing this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup i think i will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one reads it so its no use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;BYE BYE&lt;/span&gt; bloggy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16800021-114864185017990443?l=scarsstillremain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16800021.post-114839552104878436</id><published>2006-05-23T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T22:47:19.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>emo-ing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why some things are suppose to be that way but why is it not? feels weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it dying? or am i just thinking too much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel shitty now. fuck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16800021-114839552104878436?l=scarsstillremain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/feeds/114839552104878436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16800021&amp;postID=114839552104878436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/114839552104878436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/114839552104878436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/2006/05/emo-ing-now.html' title=''/><author><name>zoe liew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16800021.post-114754492925710879</id><published>2006-05-14T02:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T02:28:49.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh oh before i forgot &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are times when i hate her,&lt;br /&gt;because she dont let me do what i want,&lt;br /&gt;because she is not being reasonable,&lt;br /&gt;and also because she thinks that she is right,&lt;br /&gt;but thinking about it,&lt;br /&gt;all her intention was to protect me,&lt;br /&gt;she just want to give the best to me,&lt;br /&gt;something that she couldnt get when she was young,&lt;br /&gt;she work day and night,&lt;br /&gt;just so that we could all live in a healthy environment,&lt;br /&gt;no matter how much i hate her at times,&lt;br /&gt;deep down inside me i know that i love her alot.&lt;br /&gt;i would never want to trade my mum with anyone's mum.&lt;br /&gt;im sure everyone think that their mum cooks the best food, but i think my mum cook the bestest best food ever. well that is to me la. she knows how to cook variety foods. from western to chinese to korean. but not jap yet. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;she owns her own business and she is successful in it.&lt;br /&gt;but most important she is successful in being the best mum ever!&lt;br /&gt;she would provide the best for us.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it hurts me to see her tear.&lt;br /&gt;she teared because she is tired.&lt;br /&gt;tired of working so hard.&lt;br /&gt;but yet she still does.&lt;br /&gt;well, mum i'll do something good in return.&lt;br /&gt;i love u mummy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16800021-114754492925710879?l=scarsstillremain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/feeds/114754492925710879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16800021&amp;postID=114754492925710879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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of me. lazy to blog..haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well cant blame me, exams are coming real soon..hmm..lets see in a day time! oh my gosh! panic wei!! yes, im retaking accounting 1. coz i sucked at it. but this time i want to get an A for it. i dont want to retake it again! then i'll be the slowpoke. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the exams countdown is on till exams are over. then there's so many things i could do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..i think im going to look for a job. what job should i get? waitress? or some salesperson? or work at my dad's place? i dont know. still long more way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there's the A-level ball. should i go or should i not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there's the holidays with my loved ones. more partying and getting wasted. well i wish. hahaha..i wouldnt want to get wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im tired. im so tired of studying. someone pls help me!!! zuyi u can do it! its just few days of exams. suffer now then enjoy later! okay i can do it!! hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont mind me i just feel like typing whatever is in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..thinking about it..i miss my friends. though it feels like we're not the same anymore, but i have to admit that i miss them. i miss every single minute spent with them. never regret knowing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay its time to hit back to my books. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;GOOD LUCK EVERYONE!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16800021-114754426361732182?l=scarsstillremain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/feeds/114754426361732182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16800021&amp;postID=114754426361732182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/114754426361732182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/114754426361732182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/2006/05/just-something-random.html' title='just something random.'/><author><name>zoe liew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16800021.post-114614576352483005</id><published>2006-04-27T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T21:49:23.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ping pong is addictive.</title><content type='html'>omg. i have a new hobby. playing PING PONG. its a good hobby i guess. i pratically play it everyday these days. thanks b for coming to my hse the last two days to accompany me. i blame u for this for making me addicted to ping pong! hahaha..just kidding. its a good addiction though. i feel weird if i dont play it for one day. hehe..nah still can tahan but kinda miss it la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, someone told me to forgive and forget. can anyone teach me how to forgive and forget? i cant forgive a person when i cant even forgive myself. how do we learn to forgive ourselves? how do we learn to forgive someone else? how do let go of the things that hurt us or someone else? i want to learn to forgive and forget. i want to learn how to let go of things when is the past. i dont want to keep thinking about the small little things and making it into a big deal. but i cant seem to do it. can anyone teach me how to do it? i really want to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, b, im sorry. i didnt mean to hurt u. but yesterday with all the words u said to me is really hurtful. we both said hurtful words to each other. i want to let go of it. i want to forgive u but i cant forgive myself. im sorry. can u find a place to forgive me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i miss u.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16800021-114614576352483005?l=scarsstillremain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/feeds/114614576352483005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16800021&amp;postID=114614576352483005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/114614576352483005'/><link 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me to pick it up after a thunderstorm. the little pieces is everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want someone to put it together for me. pick up the little pieces and put it back. like brand new. start new. i need someone. i need that someone to help me through it. a someone that would go through anything for me. a someone who would listen to me. a someone who will lend me a shoulder to cry or lean on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16800021-114518763810547367?l=scarsstillremain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/feeds/114518763810547367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16800021&amp;postID=114518763810547367' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/114518763810547367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/114518763810547367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/2006/04/broken-little-pieces.html' title='broken little pieces.'/><author><name>zoe liew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16800021.post-114509031472695342</id><published>2006-04-15T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T16:38:37.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>u know what hurt the most? knowing that u take your friends as your friends and trust them but in the end u found out that actually your friends doesnt like u and backstabbing u all the while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if your friends are really your true friends, they would actually tell it straight to u about what they dont like about u or what they heard about u. they would never keep anything from you. even though those things really sting in your heart but we have to know the truth. they would be there to help u through out everything no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont see why some ppl or everyone wears a mask around. not showing who they really are. if your friends really take u as who u are, why pretend to be someone else? they would accept it the way you are. just be yourself. if u want to change, change it for the better, change it for yourself. u dont have to change it for someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, went to pc fair in klcc with samuel, elaine, michelle, and gary. cant believe we walked for so long. we went there around 1 something till 6 something. we just kept walking and walking. i love the speakers section. i want to get one myself but i dont have the money to buy and my mum would kill me if she knows about it. i love the sound systems though some of them are really good. i love one of them the most. the one samuel bought. hehe..he also kinda agreed that the sound system is good. im not sure why it does but it just attract my attention. we walked the whole thing for 2 rounds. and its really huge okay that place. end up we all bought, 3 4 webcams, 2 pendrive, a notebook, headphones, and speakers. got home quite late. was darn exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; HAPPY BIRTHDAY WONG CHI JIAN!!&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/16800021-114509031472695342?l=scarsstillremain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/feeds/114509031472695342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16800021&amp;postID=114509031472695342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/114509031472695342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/114509031472695342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/2006/04/u-know-what-hurt-most-knowing-that-u.html' title=''/><author><name>zoe liew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16800021.post-114493693816278801</id><published>2006-04-13T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T22:02:18.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gosh. i feel lost. i feel confused. i feel sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what am i suppose to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i suppose to do that? or am i suppose to do this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is like if i take a step its gonna have a big consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so stressing to know which is right or which is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only u would understand how i feel in my shoes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16800021-114493693816278801?l=scarsstillremain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/feeds/114493693816278801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16800021&amp;postID=114493693816278801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/114493693816278801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/114493693816278801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/2006/04/gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>zoe liew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16800021.post-114485569582303605</id><published>2006-04-12T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T21:57:17.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>things that happened few days ago.</title><content type='html'>well not exactly few days ago. its more to like weeks ago? hahaha..no la not weeks ago. ah darn it! i'll just start on a day before april's fool day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a day before april's fool day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum decided to have a lil birthday party for my dad. yup his bday is on the april's fool day. she want to have it on saturday but then we'll have to go back to ipoh on the sunday morning to pay respect to our loved ones. i was at college till the dodgeball was over. my gosh. its quite interesting game/sport to watch. after watching it, i have to rush here and there to get my dad's present and the cake. got him a calvin klein cologne. and bought the cake at bangsar (oh no i forgot whats the name of the shop edi). bought tiramisu. the cake there is really good. hahaha..anyway, rushed home bathed and helped mum around. dad received alot of red wines as a birthday gifts. yes including the ones from samuel and gein. hehe..yup they came for my dad's bday party. elaine came too. and she gave two ties to my dad. hahaha..it all went well for my dad. he is happy. and im happy to see him happy too. we drank some wines and few glasses of whisky. well i drank whisky and they drank brandy. it all end well that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;april's fool day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to ipoh. dad decided to go back early so he could have dinner with my grandma and my other relatives. how sweet of him right. hahaha..so yea went back there had dinner then went back and sleep. the next day. oh my gosh. i got darker! hahahah..try praying from 10 something in the morning till 3 something in the afternoon. standing under the hot sun with just a short sleeve. without a cap or a hat. went back to kl after dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8th of april.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to 1u to celebrate my fren's bday. he invited alot of ppl which i dont really know but i see them around in college. anyway, went there to watch ice age 2. my gosh. that show is so funny. hehe..after movie, we walked around. and finally they decided to cut the cake at the food court. that cake was bake by someone. not sure whats her name. but its good. real good but i was not really in the cheese cake mood. hahhaa..sorry. wanted to play bowling but it was all full as there were a competition going on there. so i decided to go home. went home after finding out who blocked my car. it was a guy. i didnt see his namecard there. i swear it wasnt there! anyway, thank u dear for helping me out. hehe..muax!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;11th april.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my gosh. we were suppose to study in the library. we as in me, gary, samuel and elaine. end up we wasted an hour plus in the cyber cafe dota-ing. swt. but i have to say its kinda fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12th april.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY 4th MONTH ANNIVERSARY B!!!&lt;/span&gt; muax! love ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well thats about it. oh yea..suet i know we were hurt before last time. i just want to say sorry for what i did. didnt mean to but i was really at that limit where i cant stand it anymore. hope u find a place in your heart to forgive me though im not sure why the rest treated u that way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16800021-114485569582303605?l=scarsstillremain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/feeds/114485569582303605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16800021&amp;postID=114485569582303605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/114485569582303605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/114485569582303605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/2006/04/things-that-happened-few-days-ago.html' title='things that happened few days ago.'/><author><name>zoe liew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16800021.post-114457426444619981</id><published>2006-04-09T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T17:17:44.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>randomness.</title><content type='html'>wow..its been a long time since i last update my blog. oh well. im blogging now at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life's like a rollercoaster. its never all the way up. if it is then where will the fun be right? okay, im not saying that its good to have downs but having downs in our life make us a stronger person. make us a better person. we learn from our mistakes and get back on with our life and make sure we dont repeat the same mistakes again. sometimes when things get rough and u think the whole world is against u, u feel like u're breaking apart and cant hold yourself together, look beside u. open your eyes and see around. you're friends are always there for u. u just have to open ur eyes and know that they are actually there. though they might not know what u r going through, but they will always be there for u, a shoulder to cry on, or an ear to listen to u. just let it all out. dun keep it inside of u. open your eyes, and see that there are actually other happiness around u that u're friends can bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one is worth your tears. if that person is worth it, they will never want to make u cry. and they will always make u happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so there's this person called "kelly calarkson" tagged on my board. hahaha..darn funny. if its her, her english wont be that bad. hahaha..how i wish its the really "kelly clarkson" that msged on my tag board. hahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooo..dad is coming home soon. i miss him alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams are coming soon. lets see its 5 weeks for us? those that are sitting for accounting. hehe..oh man..die dot com. im so screwed for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss him. i miss my dear. where did he go? dont ask me..i suddenly miss him alot. well i do miss him but miss him more now. yeaa..so i miss him alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ganbatte everyone! study hard for exams! study hard then enjoy life later! hehehe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16800021-114457426444619981?l=scarsstillremain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/feeds/114457426444619981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16800021&amp;postID=114457426444619981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/114457426444619981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/114457426444619981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/2006/04/randomness.html' title='randomness.'/><author><name>zoe liew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16800021.post-114355548401301968</id><published>2006-03-28T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T22:18:04.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>memories.</title><content type='html'>as everyone said dont keep looking back to the past and just get on with your life. cherish those moments u had before with those u loved. well, sometimes we cant help but to look back at the past. those sweet memories together. i remembered everything that happened before. between u and me. and i miss those moments. why cant we be the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember the time where u surprised me with bear bear before i went to south africa and it your cologne smelled was on it? u knew that i love that smell and u wanted me to think of u all the time when i was away. i still hug it to sleep everynight though the smell went off. then remember that night before i went to the airport, u drove all the way here just to see me and give me your ring that its really important to u.&lt;br /&gt;remember the smses we send to each other when we were apart eventhough we know its darn costly. we would also call each other for a short while just to hear each other's voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember the time when we spend christmas eve together with ur friends and my friends?&lt;br /&gt;remember the time when we have to hide it from all of our friends during that dinner? even when we go to college to study for our exams, we still have to hide it? then when we talk on the phone we would laugh and say that isnt it funny that we know something that they dont.&lt;br /&gt;remember the time when we spend our new year eve's together even though u were pissed at me for some certain reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then remember the little surprise u gave me during my bday when u knew that i had a bad start from it and i was sad coz of what happened the night before? even though its a last minute surprise thing i was still surprise and im happy. happy to have u as my bf to know when its the time to be there for me and bring my mood up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember when we went to buy the rings together for our first month anniversary? remember when we were deciding on what to engrave on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i remember i was quite disappointed during valentine's day but i was surprised when u asked me out from the class and surprised me. then u were darn nice. skipped fencing class so that we could go for dinner. remember when we were outside san fran steakhouse and it was full, then suddenly both of us said we felt like eating jap food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the times when we took sticker photos. u didnt want to take it. u kept on complaining but yet u still took it. u wanted me to be happy. and i know somewhere inside of u, u're happy too.&lt;br /&gt;then remember the times where me and elaine surprised u in her hse? we cooked for u guys dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still remember the time when u came all the way to my hse with them and surprise me with&lt;br /&gt;the sushis u guys made. im sorry for that day. i wasnt in a mood but i really appreciated it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the times where we went to ur hse to surprise u. again. with the jellies elaine made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the times when u knew that i was going to be upset for our third anniversary coz u were not here and couldnt receive any single call or msgs, u surprised me with the letter and the pendrive which contain the voice msg that still give me the tingle whenever i listen to it. i love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when i was upset about my results, u bought a rose and ice cream for me. just to cheer me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are more to write. im just saying that we used to have so many good memories together. dont u miss any of it? i know i miss every single one of it. most of all i miss being with u. hug u for no apparent reasons, feeling that everything will be alright. missing ur hugs and kisses. wish everything is alright now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16800021-114355548401301968?l=scarsstillremain.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16800021.post-114327051339963971</id><published>2006-03-25T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T15:08:33.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can someone wake me up pls?</title><content type='html'>i need answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need someone to wake me up in this dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need someone to tell me what is going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im tired, and stressed out coz of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what am i suppose to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pls tell me the answers. the answers to the many questions i have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;darn it. im having migrane now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16800021.post-114287345791382883</id><published>2006-03-21T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T00:50:57.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>as she was lying on her bed, her eyes was full of tears. over a guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16800021-114287345791382883?l=scarsstillremain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/feeds/114287345791382883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16800021&amp;postID=114287345791382883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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matter how much effort u put into doing something and u end up failing it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have u ever felt that everything u do is never right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have u ever felt that everything is so darn unfair to u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter how much effort u put into it, u'll end up giving up doing it because u know that it will end up failing it after trying and trying and trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have u ever felt the pressure u get from your parents? wanting u to be the best. wanting u to live up to their expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have u ever felt that no matter how much effort u put into trying to make your parents proud but end up disappointing them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have u ever want to avoid something from happening but end up getting it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know there's alot of "have u ever" thing questions but have u? been through all that? i know i have. i tried and tried trying to impress them, make them happy, make them proud but i end up disappointing them. i feel that it is so darn bloody unfair to me after all those efforts i put in into my studies. i know its not too much to ask for but why is it that everytime i put so much effort in it, i'll end up failing it? to them, i never put effort in it but they have no idea how much effort i put in it. i dont want to fail them. i dont want to live with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i have a phobia. a phobia of sitting exams. im not sure if there's such thing but yea i think i have that phobia. everytime it happens to me. i know i cant blame it. i should have study earlier not last minute study but the phobia is there with me. i remembered things i studied. but when it comes to exams, i will forget it. forget what i study and all. haih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my parents are giving me so much pressure. i hate it when they do it. im also pressuring myself. and my friends are pressuring me too. i know they didnt do anything, but seeing their results, it really stress me out and give myself pressure. i know my parents are concern about me but at least give me some space. i need the air to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this month is not a good month for me. well, can say this year is not really a good year for me. screw it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16800021-114259151054402698?l=scarsstillremain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/feeds/114259151054402698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16800021&amp;postID=114259151054402698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/114259151054402698'/><link 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girls but here it goes :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;a guy whose always there for me through out my ups and downs. a guy that cares for me all the time, and be there for me.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;a guy who tells me what he's doing or how is he doing and all.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;a guy thats always there supporting me in whatever i do.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;a guy thats tell me how is he feeling or in other words letting out his emotions and telling whats wrong and all coz i dont like being clueless and i want to be there for him.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;a guy that listens to me when im sad or happy.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;being himself.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;a guy that knows when to give me my time with my friends.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;a guy thats loyal to me.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;a guy that appreciate me coz i will too.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;a guy that give lil surprises once in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt; i will do the same for the guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i know. it sounds so familiar with yours rite? but well, its about the same thing what i want in a guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16800021-114251063939476247?l=scarsstillremain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/feeds/114251063939476247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16800021&amp;postID=114251063939476247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/114251063939476247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/114251063939476247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-i-look-for-in-guy.html' title='what i look for in a guy.'/><author><name>zoe liew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16800021.post-114209597006856471</id><published>2006-03-12T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T00:52:50.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd month.</title><content type='html'>we've been through alot. the ups and down together. going through this month is really hard for us but im happy that we got through it. now, u're out there somewhere in taman negara doing whatever things u are doing without any communication. its hard for me. i miss u alot. i really do. anyway, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY 3rd MONTH ANNIVERSARY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i love u loads!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16800021-114209597006856471?l=scarsstillremain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/feeds/114209597006856471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16800021&amp;postID=114209597006856471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/114209597006856471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/114209597006856471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/2006/03/3rd-month.html' title='3rd month.'/><author><name>zoe liew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16800021.post-114200689247474392</id><published>2006-03-11T00:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T00:08:12.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;I MISS YOU, B!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16800021-114200689247474392?l=scarsstillremain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/feeds/114200689247474392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16800021&amp;postID=114200689247474392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/114200689247474392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/114200689247474392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-miss-you-b.html' title=''/><author><name>zoe liew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16800021.post-114181778354647133</id><published>2006-03-08T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T19:36:26.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>people.</title><content type='html'>everyday we have to wake up and face all kinds of people around us. have u ever wonder what kind of people are they in the world? have u ever wonder if your friends are being true to you? or are they just being nice to you because they do not really have much friends and they are lonely? or they just want something from you? are they really acting themselves? or are they just being fake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, we always take our friends as friends. but sometimes we do wonder are they being real to you? are they really your friends? but then again it wont hurt to just let it be right? sometimes without knowing the truth is much better than knowing it right? but hey not everyone can stand without knowing the truth. it will just make that person even more curious. they will be wondering what did they do wrong or whats going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then have u ever felt this really strong tensions that your friends hated you or dislike you but yet they pretended that they dont? those friends that dont like you coz of another person? then those kind of friends that pretended to be nice and all in front of u and then behind they'll talk bad about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there are friends that you can really trust and tell everything to them. those friends that tells you what kind of person you are coz all they ever wanted is for your own good and the last thing they ever wanted to do is to hurt you. those friends that will always be by your side and listen to you. those friends that dont have to pretend to be someone else. those friends that will understand you and accept who you are. and they wouldnt want you to change that coz you're you except the bad point la..hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then you have those kind of friends that you are close with but barely talk to them much but yet there's a very strong bond between both of you. and when you guys meet, conversations can just go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then those normal kind of friends like those hi-bye friends, or the ones that can have short conversation with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, hey im just voicing what i think. dont get offended and all. really. think about it. what kind of friend are you? have u been treating your friends nice? have you been accepting them the way they are? coz you know no matter how hard you try to change a person, they will always remain as who they are unless they willingly change. so if there is anything wrong, just talk to your friend. dont let them wonder what is going on and all. innocently being framed. innocently drifting apart from you. sure there are ways to work things out. if they are your real friend, then they'll sure forgive you for what you did and never let anything happen between u n him/her/them. give them another chance. they'll change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16800021-114181778354647133?l=scarsstillremain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/feeds/114181778354647133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16800021&amp;postID=114181778354647133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/114181778354647133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/114181778354647133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/2006/03/people.html' title='people.'/><author><name>zoe liew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16800021.post-114146782054571692</id><published>2006-03-04T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T18:23:40.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally i got my blog to work. its so frustrating that it wont work. now at last i can finally blog. sorry bloggie for not layan-ing u. lets see whats been going on with me lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;going through difficult times now. but hoping that it will be fine. working things out.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;finally i got to talk to my old friend. missed her.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;the usual. going college, then home.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;oh ya, and have been going to cyber alot. is twice a week alot? played cs and fear. dont know how to play dota but roughly know how to shoot and kill myself alot. hahahah..&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;spending nice quality time with b. i love u! &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;THE MOST HAPPIEST THING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that happened to me! it was on friday which is yesterday. its really tiring i tell u. after college, was suppose to have tuition but it was cancelled as usual. me, b, and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;jin planned to give elaine a surprise&lt;/span&gt; coz elaine thought he was coming back at 5. we brought her to mcdonalds in main block. sat there and chat for awhile. suddenly jin came out! she was surprise alright. then went cyber with them. went home and rest for awhile. this is the fun part. i rush to elaine's place. went to the supermarket with her. we ran here and there to get the ingredients. why do we need it? we are &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;cooking&lt;/span&gt; for them! hahahah..from &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;main course to desserts&lt;/span&gt;. went back to her house, we started preparing everything. we rush and rush coz we thought they going to come exactly at 8. whoah i tell u its really tiring. just to prepare dinner. anyway, they came late so that gave us time to bathe before they came. when they came, they were quite surprise to see dinner on the table. they thought we were going out for dinner around elaine's place. its a success! hahaha..they like it. they love it! hahahhaa..then after dinner, went to playground and lepak-ed for awhile. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;spending time with each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt; well, thats about it that happened in my life. oh and before i forget, thanks to two of my friends! they thought us how to cook it! hehe..&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;THANKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;B, I LOVE YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; muax! we'll get through it kay?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16800021-114146782054571692?l=scarsstillremain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/feeds/114146782054571692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16800021&amp;postID=114146782054571692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/114146782054571692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/114146782054571692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/2006/03/finally-i-got-my-blog-to-work.html' title=''/><author><name>zoe liew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16800021.post-114061162865634048</id><published>2006-02-22T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T20:33:48.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the times.</title><content type='html'>life is just full of ups and downs. dont we all go through it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes even small things would put someone down. making them upset. making their day bad. but even small things can bring someone up. making their day worthwhile. putting a smile on their face. but no matter if your up or down, your friends will always be there for u. your loved ones will always be there for u. they are always prepare to lend a shoulder for u, or be there to just listen to u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now, i have a friend of mine. a really close friend of mine got hurt. hurt by his girlfriend. well can say that she's his ex already. they broken up few days ago. he really love her alot but she didnt love him the way he loves her so they didnt work out. i wish i can do something about it but i know im not god or anything to solve it. he just need a shoulder to cry on. he just need his friends to be there for him. with friends, u can go through anything. we just got to stand back up on our own two feet and get on with life. they have to learn it themselves. they cant expect us to guide u or help u all the way. that is depending on someone. not being independent. so now, im just being there for him to listen to him. give him some advices to wake him up. he is giving himself too much pressure just to forget her. u cant forget a person. u have to learn to let go. let go of the past so that u can get on with your life. and hey, i usually dont say this but u know your friends love u and that includes me. so stay strong. we'll always be there for u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i think im out of the topic. oh well, i just want to wish him good luck in everything. and hope he gets over her and get on with life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i went to my old school today. it look so different. cameras in the classrooms. teachers are getting sick. and the canteen food much more expensive. the lockers are yellow. so as the dustbin. it look horrible. the school is being too much. haih. got to see some teachers. cik zainab looks thinner. so as ms christine. pn jam pregnant! hehe..happy for her. cik zakiah is really sick now. and mr sheat. well he is still the same old him. giving extra classes. pulling the students back from lunch. oh man i really miss the good old days in school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16800021.post-114034160800927613</id><published>2006-02-19T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T17:33:28.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when she's gone.</title><content type='html'>she's the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;loudes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;t girl in class.&lt;br /&gt;u can hear her giggles and it will make u laugh.&lt;br /&gt;she's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;friendly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;she's hardworking.&lt;br /&gt;she knows how to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;cook good food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;i miss u smashed potatoes and your other food too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she gets really &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;hot temper&lt;/span&gt; easily. seriously dont mess with her when she is. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;and if u r reading this pls dun be mad at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;caring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. no matter how much a person hates her she will still care about them.&lt;br /&gt;her &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;silliness&lt;/span&gt; just crack u up.&lt;br /&gt;her glasses kept on falling and she got to keep on pushing it back up.&lt;br /&gt;she forgives ppl when she knows that person didnt mean to hurt her. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thanks for forgiving me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;bubbly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she stood up &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; eventhough the world around her going against her.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;im sorry for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's weak inside but she act all tough outside so that ppl around her wont notice how bad she is hurting inside. but i do know. coz u r my friend. i miss u alot suet.&lt;br /&gt;and most of all &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;she loves me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;i love u too!&lt;/span&gt; hahahahha..miss u. hurry home k?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16800021-114034160800927613?l=scarsstillremain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/feeds/114034160800927613/comments/default' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>he had a fencing competition today. i couldnt really stayed long there coz i wasnt suppose to be out at that time but still i went there to watch. just to support him. but i left early before he even started. hope he knows that i still supports him. but he did great. im proud of him. u did great b. n gien thanks for taking the video for me. he looks yeng. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out around 5. gien came to pick me up. went to elaine's hse to pick her up. then went back to bukit jalil to pick samuel up. we left samuel's hse around 7.15 to alvin's party. ex-schoolmate were there. adam, ren jiun, chin aun, pui ling, may hsin, gary, michelle, justin, shi yuen, chris, and kenny was there. its nice seeing them again. got to catch up with some of them. hehe..went yam cha after that with gien, elaine, samuel and i. went back home n now im blogging about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks gien for fetching me back. sorry to trouble u n elaine. im sorry :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and b, pls dont think that way. they just need to know u better thats all. so give them a chance k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;small details make u misses a person alot. i know i miss him alot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16800021-114028310346506359?l=scarsstillremain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/feeds/114028310346506359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16800021&amp;postID=114028310346506359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/114028310346506359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/114028310346506359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/2006/02/he-had-fencing-competition-today.html' title=''/><author><name>zoe liew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16800021.post-114019263381578897</id><published>2006-02-18T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T00:40:44.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm..the last time i blogged was on valentine's day. hmm..then i shall blog about that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was quite disappointed that i didnt received anything from him in the morning. so i got kinda sad in the afternoon when i was out with elaine, michelle, and jox in 1u. but at the same time i was quite excited too coz i knew about something that elaine dont. hahaha..i planned it with samuel. well actually her darling planned it with samuel then asked me to help out abit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back for class at 2. her darling called her before class started. she went out and talked for awhile then *TADA!!* 18 white roses in front of her from her darling. well samuel gave it to her on behalf of him. she was so happy till she cant stop smiling. they are so darn adorable!!! hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;so waiting for elaine to come out, samuel asked me to come out. at first i thought he just want me to see how happy elaine is but when i went out and *TADA!* a dozen of roses for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/1600/Pics049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/320/Pics049.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me and elaine. awww..happy happy joy joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/1600/Pics052.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/320/Pics052.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me and him! hahahha..awww..sorry dont know why i cant rotate the pic. thanks to him both of us are happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/1600/Pics044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/320/Pics044.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/1600/Pics056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/320/Pics056.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;his flowers to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/1600/Pics061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/320/Pics061.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;michelle's and elaine's flower to me! thanks u guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awww..how sweet. love u darling! hehe..muax!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner. he came and picked me up after his tuition. he was suppose to have fencing class but he cancelled it for me. sorry b! i feel really bad for it. so we supposed to go to san fran steakhse but it was fully booked. so in the end we both finally decided to go have jap food. we were DYING for jap food. we went to 1u shogun to have our dinner. it was such a long q. we were in the waiting list. so we went kacau michelle and gary in italianise. hehe..sorry to disturb u michelle! after dinner, we went to cheras to yam cha with elaine, michelle, gary and b. went back home around 1 something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/1600/Pics060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/320/Pics060.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my gift to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOPE U LOVED THE PRESENT! &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;wait&lt;/span&gt;. u told me that u did! hahahaha..yayness! i put so much effort in it kay. n what did u do?? huh?? nah im just kidding. anything to do with u is already nice. awww..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well thats my valentine. i know i love every single minute of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next following day. went 1u with elaine. hahahah..we got ourselves a tattoo. its free! and its glitter-ish! so we just take it la. u only can get it for free when u register for "her" maxis. i got no idea what it is. so yeaaa we joined it then we got it free. had fun doing it. oooo...glitterrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/1600/Pics068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/320/Pics068.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/1600/Pics067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/320/Pics067.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the THURSDAY. went ate dim sum with shae, lc, viv, donald, daniel, samantha, elaine, jox and cj. accounts was cancelled. omg. i have to blog this. on the way to ss2 the bloody car spectra was in front of me purposely slowed down. so i flashed him. bloody hell still dun wan to give way. then i cut his car. omg. he thought i purposely want to race with them. they started going really fast and kept on tailgating me. wahhh then i dont let him cut me. i kept going on faster then at one moment i slowed down. hahahaha..he cant win me! hahahaha..then he was trying to cut me again but he cant! hahahaha..prove them wrong! this prove that girl can drive fast too! hehehe.. i won! i won!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after class, went dota with samuel and elaine. woah first time playing dota. hmm..can say its quite fun playing it. after dota, went back main block to waste time. camwhored with elaine in my car. hahahhaha..took darn alot of pics. hahahahha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today its a good day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday. TODAY. hmm..went out lunch with samuel and elaine. then during the night went pasar malam with samuel, elaine and gein. hahaha..awww we are just so sweet together. u know what we are friends with benefits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16800021-114019263381578897?l=scarsstillremain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/feeds/114019263381578897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16800021&amp;postID=114019263381578897' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/114019263381578897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/114019263381578897'/><link rel='alternate' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16800021.post-113973680726086519</id><published>2006-02-12T12:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T17:33:27.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>three little words.</title><content type='html'>i miss u. i love u. i want u. i need u. hurry home!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16800021-113973680726086519?l=scarsstillremain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/feeds/113973680726086519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16800021&amp;postID=113973680726086519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/113973680726086519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/113973680726086519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/2006/02/three-little-words.html' title='three little words.'/><author><name>zoe liew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16800021.post-113962568943338799</id><published>2006-02-11T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T10:41:29.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and so he left.</title><content type='html'>gosh. i didnt know i would miss him this much. i really &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MISS him ALOT!&lt;/span&gt; :( pls come back soon. he left for holiday in terengganu with his friends. how i wish i could go too but i cant. :( *sob sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not only that, two of my good friends are leaving too. one of them leaving tonight, the other is leaving some time soon next week. this add up to my sadness. *sob sob* im going to miss them so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, went out for &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;lunch&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;noelle&lt;/span&gt;. she is one of my good friends that is leaving soon. we kinda catch up on things. she have to leave early coz she have to go out with another friend. then in the evening, i went to 1u around 7 to meet up with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;suet&lt;/span&gt;. didnt expect to see some ppl there coz i thought it was just me and her. jowei was on the way that time. anyway, met up with her, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;pui ling, benjamin and alvin&lt;/span&gt;. then saw jia ling and her friends. hmm..its nice hanging out with my old school friends. they are so high and fun. hehehe..went &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;dinner&lt;/span&gt; with suet after they all left. jowei came. ordered food. talked about suet's stupidness. hahaha..in a jokingly way la. ate. took pics. payed the bill. and i left. off to &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;lc's hse&lt;/span&gt; for her open hse. by the time i got there they already started drinking. lc darn fast. she quickly gave me a bottle of beer once i sat down. hahaha..lc dont drink so much ah! sat for awhile and chatted. took pics too. hehehee..then played bull-fight. oh my gosh. some ppl are like darn high edi. chi jian's face was really really red. then he was acting darn childish. vivian was like hitting chi jian. hahaha..then lc even funnier. she kept on talking the wrong things. like she asked her maid to take a clean mop to mop the table. hahaha..darn funny. all of us just kept on laughing and laughing with lc's action and all. hahahha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home after that. gosh i miss him so so much. hurry hurry home. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16800021-113962568943338799?l=scarsstillremain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/feeds/113962568943338799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16800021&amp;postID=113962568943338799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/113962568943338799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/113962568943338799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/2006/02/and-so-he-left.html' title='and so he left.'/><author><name>zoe liew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16800021.post-113948921113233318</id><published>2006-02-09T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T20:46:51.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well college started this week. cny is ending soon. i think mostly everyone said that they gained weight coz of the amount of cookies they ate. i think especially during cny ppl do tend to eat more. i wonder why.. anyway, college started. nothing much been going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..i've been reading ppl's blog and i see that mostly all of them talked about valentine's day. hmm..i shall talk about it too. heheh..i think mostly every girl love being pampered and showered with gifts. knowing that their loved one love them alot. i have this friend, he would get anything for his gf just to make her happy. he wouldnt let her buy him gifts coz he dont want her to spend any money on him. he gives her the best in everything. i think thats really sweet.&lt;br /&gt;obviously, i think mostly all the girls like that. their bf giving them the best and showering them with surprises and gifts. well, to me, i think guys like receiving gifts from their girlfriends too. showing them how much they love each other. awww..thats so sweet. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooo..today went mv after class with elaine, gary, michelle, and samuel. i tell u i think gary is darn rich. gosh gary u should give me your money. hehe..im broke. anyway, had fun going out with them. eventhough its just for a short while. hey u guys, better check that u guys got everything edi kay? b, im going to miss u. have fun u all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16800021-113948921113233318?l=scarsstillremain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/feeds/113948921113233318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16800021&amp;postID=113948921113233318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/113948921113233318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/113948921113233318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/2006/02/well-college-started-this-week.html' title=''/><author><name>zoe liew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16800021.post-113913620965697105</id><published>2006-02-05T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T06:34:34.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR!</title><content type='html'>i just had lunch with my dad's kai brothers and sister. so that means he is my kai pak. lunch was okay. just sat there and listened to their conversations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now, i'm sitting here blogging. hmm..where shall i start from? hmm..okay i start from the first day of CNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FIRST DAY/ CHO 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my aunts, uncles, cousins, pet brother and sisters, dad's friends, and mum's friends came over for breakfast first before the lion dance ppl come. as usual the first day of cny, we have to eat vegetarian food, so my mum cooked lots n lots of food to feed everyone. its all super &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;yummylicious&lt;/span&gt;. the lion dance ppl suppose to come at 11 but they were late for 1 and a half hour. so while we wait, some of us gambled, some us sat and chat, and as usual the little kids are playing together. got angpaus from all the aunts. heheh..finally the lion dance ppl came. so they started. oh my gossshhh. they are darn cute! they were darn real. then there was this lion keep making my girl cousin. hahaha..it was darn funny. so after the lion dance, everyone went back, then we are off to my hometown in &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;ipoh&lt;/span&gt;. well not exactly in ipoh. its somewhere very &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;ulu&lt;/span&gt; wanna. reached there..catched up with my cousins, collected more angpaus, and get to chat with my &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;grandma. i love her lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;ads&lt;/span&gt;. hehehe..she darn funny la. my cousin told me that my grandma said that she dont want to scold anyone during cny but she only want to scold my aunt. hahahhaa..darn funny. she only picked on one. hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/1600/Liondance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/320/Liondance.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is the part where they gonna start making the oranges on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/1600/Liondance3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/320/Liondance3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/1600/Liondance2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/320/Liondance2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;here they go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/1600/Pics007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/320/Pics007.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i prefer this lion. this is the lion that kept on making my cousin. heheh..he very playful. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/1600/Pics012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/320/Pics012.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is just one part of my family. that cousin in pink skirt is the one that lion kept making her. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/1600/Pics027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/320/Pics027.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sorry lazy to rotate the pic. this part is where the lion kept on kicking the other lion on the floor. he was jealous coz he didnt have anythign to eat. hahahha..cuteness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SECOND DAY n THIRD DAY / CHO 2 &amp; 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as usual, we prayed in the temple. we do this every year. then when we are back in my grandma's place, my dad will always be the banker. he does this so that the kids wont be boring and they will be happy getting money. i love my dad for being this nice. hehe..i didnt gamble much there coz i lost like &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;rm30 plus &lt;/span&gt;there. so i didnt want to gamble. bad luck everytime i gamble there. oh n i also learnt how to play mahjong. hahahha..my younger cousin have to teach me how to play mahjong kay. how embarrassing. we played till like 2 something in the morning. we went back to kl on the third day. reached home, changed and off we went to my aunt's hse. i was bored. real bored that time. but at least i got to chat with my cousin. i love her alot. we chat about everything. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FOURTH DAY / CHO 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..cant really remember what i did on that day. all i remember is that during the night i went to my other aunt's hse. gambled and won money. then after that went yam cha-ed with my pet bro n my cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FIFTH DAY / CHO 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think im old. i cant remember what i did la. all i remember is during the afternoon, chi jian, shae, ken n cc came to my hse to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;pai nian&lt;/span&gt;. they came here for a while then went off to 1u. after that i cant remember what i did. oh! b came back on that day too. i miss him darn alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SIXTH DAY / CHO 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh this i remember. shae, ken and jox came to my hse in the morning to pick me and my bro up to go take their ic. went there, darn alot of ppl there, took number and they asked us to come back at 2.45. we wanted to have dim sum for breakfast, but we got lost so that consumed our time. so we went back to my area there and had breakfast. oh &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;thanks shae n ken&lt;/span&gt; for the present! love it! after me n my bro got home, i went out with my little sis to buy ingredients for baking cookies. hehe.. got home, wanted to start making them then shae they all came. so my sis have to take over it. hahahha..its so funny i tell u. while i was on the way to the ic place and waiting for our turn, my sis kept on calling me and asking me what to do. i dont even have the recipe and she is asking me. hahaha..i never &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;bake cookies&lt;/span&gt; before. but yet i somehow manage to tell her what to do. got home..i helped my sis with it. while waiting for the cookies to be done, i played chor dai di with my mum and my dad's friends. darn it we didnt play money if not i'll be winning loads. hahahhaa..then during the night, my parents suddenly have this gathering with their friends which i dont even know about. went out with samuel and gein for awhile. thought of going to pasar malam but its not even open! hahaha..so i waited for my other friend to pick me up to go to my other friend's party. hahaha..went there sat for awhile then ciaoed home. n samuel wong very nice to call me hor when i'm asleep. bleugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SEVENTH DAY / CHO 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did nothing in the morning except sending my sis to mv. then after that started making cookies. this time i made it myself. hehe..&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;chocolate chips cookies&lt;/span&gt;. its nice okay. well all those ppl that tried said that its nice. so yea its nice okay. then during the evening, went to samuel's hse. sat around for awhile. had dinner. then the lion dance. n oh my gosh. the&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; fireworks darn beautiful&lt;/span&gt;. i love it alot. after that, i went to play with the little kids. hahaha..pop pop darn fun kay. especially when u play with little kids. hehe..yew jhin u evil! me and that little girl will get u next time! hehe..went up to start gambling. hehe..sorry dear that u lost that much money. i hope u still had a great time. i know i did. went home after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;EIGHT DAY / CHO 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well now. im here blogging about this. hahahaha.. n &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;i miss my devil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16800021-113913620965697105?l=scarsstillremain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/feeds/113913620965697105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16800021&amp;postID=113913620965697105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/113913620965697105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/113913620965697105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-chinese-new-year.html' title='HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR!'/><author><name>zoe liew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16800021.post-113809927239980493</id><published>2006-01-24T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T18:41:12.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:( :( :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16800021-113809927239980493?l=scarsstillremain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/feeds/113809927239980493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16800021&amp;postID=113809927239980493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/113809927239980493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/113809927239980493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/2006/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>zoe liew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16800021.post-113802196441441419</id><published>2006-01-23T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T21:12:44.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>trust.</title><content type='html'>is it really that hard to trust one person? all i'm asking u is to trust me. believe what i said. i would never want to lie to u. what would i get if i lie to u? nothing. i would be lying to myself too. i just need your trust. u know how hurtful it is to know that u dont trust me. u have to keep asking where am i? why this? why that? and worst of all u have to ask her about me. do u know it really broke my heart to know that u dont trust me anymore. i didnt do anything behind your back. i wont do anything stupid thats for sure. i wont do anything that i'm not suppose to. coz i myself know that is too young to do so. and i'm not dumb okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just need your trust. i want u to trust me in what i'm doing and all. like i used to say that trust is important in any kind of relationship. why cant u just trust me? i told u the truth about everything but yet u still dont trust me and get someone to spy on me? gosh. what a nice way to do so. u know sometimes i'm wondering why do i ever bother telling u when u dont even trust me.  everyday i wake up hoping that u will gain abit trust towards me but no. i guess i was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not easy going through my life knowing that my loved one do not trust me. suspecting me. i hate what we are going through now. cant we just talk through about everything? i would tell u everything. whatever u want to know. i would. sometimes i teared thinking and knowing that u dont trust me anymore. it hurts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16800021-113802196441441419?l=scarsstillremain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/feeds/113802196441441419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16800021&amp;postID=113802196441441419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/113802196441441419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/113802196441441419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chin zhen (jox's bf) msged me online to ask if we have any plans for jox's bday. i told him that we dont have one so far. so he decided to plan it out with me. the original plan is i call jox out for lunch with us then she would tell chin zhen about it. they will argue argue argue saying that she promised him to spend it with him n all. end up she will go with her. chin zhen will bring her out, and we will be waiting for her in some restaurant. he'll bring her there and we'll surprise her by then. yup thats the plan.&lt;br /&gt;so on that day, 19th january, all of us suppose to meet up at delicious at 1.20 to surprise her. i msged chin zhen to tell him to delay time coz some of us were not there yet. but who knows they came too early and luckily she saw me and jon only. so we told her that we are having lunch with the gang and jia liang n his gf too. she believed it! hahahaha..anyway, so chin zhen brought her away then we kept on waiting. chin zhen called. i told him that we change plan. yup our PLAN B. well kinda last minute plan B. hahaha..the plan now is he n jox go in first and ask for a table for two. then while they're waiting for their food, we'll walk in and surprise her. we changed the plan coz not all of us were there. we waited and waited till we finally decided to go in. we took the cake out, put the candles, and went in. while walking in we sang happy birthday song. jox teared! hahaha.. so happy to see that she is really really happy and surprise to see us there. later on sam, chi jian, vivian,, cc and jeanie came and gave her another surprise. before that i told her that they wont be coming. hehe..another surprise there. the mastermind behind this is chin zhen. well i just helped out. thats all. isnt he sweet? yea so the rest of the story u all can read it from jox's or samantha's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..wat else interesting in my life? well lets see. oh ya..have u ever had anyone u loved never trusted u? i mean what do u feel if u found out one of your loved one never trusted u along? i can tell u. it totally sucks. one of my loved one dont trust me anymore. she will ask something about me behind me. it totally break ur heart when u find out that she pretended to trust u in front of u but behind she ask questions. i never did anything behind her back but yet she dont trust every word i say. so whats the use if i explain to her right? is not like she will believe me. haih. i guess it takes lots of time to gain trust. i'll give her time. i wont blame her for that. all i know is that i'm hurting and she is hurting too inside. i wish that i could tell her that all her actions really hurt me alot. i just wish she could only trust me. like the way we used to trust each other last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that, i miss all of my friends!!! i want to meet up with them! i miss the good old times. where we laughed. we cried. we talked. everything! gosh. i didnt know i miss them so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16800021-113791128521670704?l=scarsstillremain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/feeds/113791128521670704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16800021&amp;postID=113791128521670704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/113791128521670704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/113791128521670704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/2006/01/just-another-day.html' title='just another day.'/><author><name>zoe liew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16800021.post-113759193411793444</id><published>2006-01-18T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T21:45:34.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mr n mrs killer.</title><content type='html'>okay i just finish my econs unit 1 and 3 today. it totally sucks kay. dont ask me anything about it. all i know is that mrs killer here hates me so much till she shot me at my head. seriously. going in that room is like committing suicide. its like i'm prepare to die anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just got shot right at my heart on monday. it seems that mr killer also hates me so much. hmm..i think mr killer told mrs killer about me thats why they hate me so much. haih. nvm. mr and mrs killer i'll look for u in another 5 months time. i'll be back. to take my revenge coz revenge is sweet. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so right now, i'm really tired and exhausted. i need to reborn again and hunt u n mrs killer down! i will i tell u. i'm going to keep reborn-ing till i kill u, chop u into small tiny pieces and feed u to the dogs! hahaha..no la not until that evil. just kill u one shot can edi. i'm happy if i did. then i dont have to see u again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ms econs and mr account dont think u killed me once u going to kill me again. i'm not going to let that happen i tell u! u wait and see. now i have to go back to training to kill ms c3 down. hehe..my next mission!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16800021-113759193411793444?l=scarsstillremain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/113759193411793444'/><link 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stupid. i'm worried that he will commit suicide over some small things which made him really depressed. he has not been eating for days. he has not been coming out from his room for days. he has not been replying ppl's msgs. he has not been picking up calls. he's been hanging up on his friends that called him through his hse phone. i'm really worried that he will do stupid things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deryk called me today to tell me what is going on coz his mum called deryk. when i received this call it adds up more to my "fan" level. i got no idea what is going on but i have to solve it. i dont want to see my friend end up committing suicide coz his other friends does not want him. why? have u actually thought why they end up treating u this way? have u guys actually thought that all your action have consequences? all those words u said cuts right into your heart. wont u all feel guilty if something ever happen to him? dont u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really messed up now. i'm not sure if i should be angry or not. but all i know is that i'm really stress about my studies. i'm really worried about him. hey, not sure if u will read this but i hope u dont do anything stupid kay. everything can be solve. it takes time and the effort to fix it. pls pls dont do anything stupid. i'm really scared that u will. haih. what can i do now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16800021-113732678998041917?l=scarsstillremain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/feeds/113732678998041917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16800021&amp;postID=113732678998041917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/113732678998041917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/113732678998041917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/2006/01/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>zoe liew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16800021.post-113722406533909019</id><published>2006-01-14T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T15:34:25.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>statistics or accounting?</title><content type='html'>ergghh!! why things cant be easier? so hard having two subjects in a day. its so bloody stressing. i'm okay with both but i want it to be better. my okay is not as okay as some people kay. i want it to be good. but its so hard. i somehow got the feeling that i will screw up both the papers. can anyone pls help me? i really need help! should i concentrate more on statistic or accounting? which one? or should i just do them both equally then i fail both of them. haih. stressing gila.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16800021-113722406533909019?l=scarsstillremain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/feeds/113722406533909019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16800021&amp;postID=113722406533909019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/113722406533909019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/113722406533909019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/2006/01/statistics-or-accounting.html' title='statistics or accounting?'/><author><name>zoe liew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16800021.post-113699602406469197</id><published>2006-01-12T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T21:05:55.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh mr mr.</title><content type='html'>okay. i officially hate u now! yes u! i'm talking to u. oh why oh why. why do u have to treat me this way? i'm so nice to u. i used to love u. but now since u treated me this way i guess i have to change my feeling towards u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nvm. no matter how bad u treat me i'm still gonna like u the way i used to. i'm not going to give up. i trust that we could work things out. isnt it mr accounts? if i still treat u nice will u be nice and help me out? i promise u that i will love u more if u help me out this time. really. i promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes. i'm worried about u mr accounts. i dont want to fail u. i dont want to screw everything up. i dont want to disappoint my parents. pls dont disappoint me. i'm really stress about u. really worried about u. pls help me out abit. i know i wont give up on u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..mr accounts i heard u hate someone now. she also not going to give up on u. she is working really hard to work things out with u. so pls mr accounts its not good to hate ppl. dont hate me. dont hate her. u shall make everyone happy. make things easy for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;*darn i feel darn paranoid talking like this. seriously accounts is killing my brain*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16800021.post-113681635555317936</id><published>2006-01-09T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T22:22:54.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the emo-ness</title><content type='html'>FUCK! i cant seem to concentrate wei. tomorrow is my maths paper exams and yet i'm not studying now. its because i cant CONCENTRATE! i hate it when i'm like this. then i'll start to regret for not starting earlier. then blame myself for being so stupid. but i dont have the mood to study now!!!!!! what am i to do now?? &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;STRESS KAO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want them to stop fighting! its making both of them upset. its making me upset. cant they just sit and talk things through like a mature adult? do they know that they are putting me in a very difficult position? i love both of them equally. i cant choose if they ask me to. why cant things used to be the way it were? where all of us are happy and all. laughing to silly lame jokes. talking about our future. those times. now its like silence. i miss the good old days. can we ever turn back time to fix everything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i cant seem to concentrate i just felt like blogging and it still didnt really help me to feel better coz i know that no one will understand what i'm going through. this year its going to be a difficult year for me. well, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;2006 BRING IT ON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; give it all u have to bring me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;GOOD LUCK! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;to those who are sitting for their exams! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;GANBATTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; u all! i know i sure die but i'm trying my best for my parents and my butch. hahahhahahahhahahah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16800021-113681635555317936?l=scarsstillremain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/feeds/113681635555317936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16800021&amp;postID=113681635555317936' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/113681635555317936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/113681635555317936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/2006/01/emo-ness.html' title='the emo-ness'/><author><name>zoe liew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16800021.post-113668500133414269</id><published>2006-01-08T09:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-08T09:50:01.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>calendar.</title><content type='html'>i know my birthday is over. i want to thanks alot of ppl to give me a surprise like that in college. i didnt know that they will. thanks u all. samantha thanks for the flowers. is getting really beautiful now. i'll post the pics up soon. thanks cj n viv for the present too. love it. next time take off the price tag thouugh. hehehehe. thanks lc and cc for the necklace. i love it. thanks samuel for planning the last minute surprise. and thanks to everyone else for being there and singing the happy birthday song and sending those smses to wish me happy birthday. hehehe..love u guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, as i was saying i know my birthday is over but cant i wish for something more? well i want the david beckham's 2006 calendar. but they dont sell it here! :( can anyone nice enough to get me that? *hint hint* heheheh.. but oh well its hard to get it. so its okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/320/089923063804_fc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;my david beckham. hahahhah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16800021-113668500133414269?l=scarsstillremain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16800021.post-113654852420214417</id><published>2006-01-06T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T19:55:24.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the 2005.</title><content type='html'>its been so long i didnt blog. been lazy lately and exams are coming soon. so yea kinda stress and tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..i guess everyone been through alot of things in 2005. the times when we first met each other. the time where we just enter into the real world. well not exactly in the real world but yea another step to there. the times where we got close. the times where we teared. the times where we laughed. the times where we go through the stressing exams. the times where we get lectured from our parents. the times where we skipped class just to hang out in somewhere. its just those kind of past we will always remember. the sad moments we go through. the break ups. the fight. well thats the past. we still have to go on. leave the past behind..well the sad moments la..and lets just see what 2006 are prepared for us. just as long as we know that our friends are always by our side we sure can get through anything. its better for us to cherish everything right now. if u have a bad year with your friends last year, now is the chance to make it up between u all. forgive each other and talk things through. its not good to see this year as bad as last year. u wouldnt want that to happen rite? we should make this year a better year for ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams are coming soon. i think i'm going to screw up everything. i hate having this kind of feelings. stressing over something. well all of us go through the same thing. its part of life. i hate exams. oh well got to go now. need to study. ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16800021.post-113619418663024997</id><published>2006-01-02T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T17:29:47.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the past.</title><content type='html'>well its obviously the past. coz its last year thing. i still didnt blog about it yet. hehe..so here it is. the post that i promised. well i didnt promise but still i want to blog about it. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the 13th of december 2005 i left to south africa with my family. went to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;johannesburg&lt;/span&gt; (not sure if the spelling is right) and cape town. went to johannesburg for the first 5 days. reached there and went to sun city and stayed there for one night. the building structure its really beautiful. the weather is hot. the scenery there is beautiful too. took alot of pics there. was pretty tired the first night. the time difference is 6 hours! how do u expect me to tahan. it was 9 at night there and its 3 in the morning. obviously i'll be sleeping edi that time. so anyway, went to the safari and everything. oooo..yea i remembered this. i played quad bike and some shooting clay thingy with real guns. we played the guns first. i tell u it hurts so much. got blueblack the next day edi on my arms. in that shooting game, there's four round. my dad played the first two rounds and i took over him for the next two. he was last at first. hehe..with my help he got third. hahahha. my sis got first. she so chun k. her aiming is darn chun. anyway, after that played quad bike. hahaha. its so funny. we wanted to race with it but they didnt allow coz we are new to it. then my dad started to go faster trying to take over my cousin n sis, then my bro saw then he tried to take over me but i didnt want to let him. i keep going crisscross so he couldnt cut me. hahaha. then the guy asked us to slow down. hahaha. next day everywhere soar. hahah. went back to johannesburg. its nice there. weather still hot. but i prefer &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;cape town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; better.&lt;br /&gt;cape town's weather is really windy. its darn bloody nice the scenery there. atlantic ocean and the mountains. wow. i tell u. u'll be blown away by how beautiful it looks. its really cold there though. its suppose to be summer there during that time but i guess it changes. hehe. anyway, its really beautiful there. went up to table mountain. its so freaking cold there. freezing like shit. look down at the scenery and u see the whole place. its so beautiful. its nice. especially when u see it at night. wow. seriously its really nice. in cape town, went for horse riding, ostrich farm, picking strawberries, and many more. heheh..its really fun that time. there are more to it la. just that i'm lazy to type it all down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reached kl on christmas eve in the morning. went out shopping for awhile. hehe..then at night went to friendster cafe to celebrate &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with samuel, steph, justin, alex, ee leen, and kent. then samuel's friends were there too. ivan, ying roe they all la. after that went hartamas to yam cha-ed. went home around 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on monday &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;26th december 2005&lt;/span&gt;, its viv's birthday. we delayed our xmas dinner to that day. so we celebrate it together. viv's bday and xmas dinner. everyone (me, jon, yau jun, samuel, michelle, jox, viv, lc, cc, pony, daniel, donald, samantha, ken, shae-ree and cj) were there except penny and elaine then jeanie and stephen (jeanie's bf) came later on. had dinner then we exchanged presents after that. we picked that person's name then we buy that person the gift. so that person suppose to guess who it was from. so each of us took turns to open and guess it. it was fun seeing everyone so happy. then jimmy. wow i tell u his cake is delicious wei. darn jealous. he made the cake for viv for her bday. its nice. jimmy i want to learn that too! hehe.. everyone had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest of the week went to college to study. oh ya went out with my ex schoolmates for dinner on thursday. its so fun seeing all of them. i miss those times we had together. hehe..still had fun with them. chatting and laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on new year's eve, went out with samuel and his pet sis's dinner. went eat there for awhile. then walked to a pub called wagon around 11.10. was dissappointed at first coz thought cannot watch the fireworks. but then wow i tell u its the right place. 5 mins before 12 we walked out. then boom boom boom. the fireworks is darn beautiful. wow. seriously. it is! got love shape too. its really nice. then &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hehehe. went back and drank for awhile. i tell u long island can kill wei. before drinking that i was still sober. then drank that i was quite tipsy edi. rachel (pet sis)'s dad send us back to her hse. went to bangsar after that to yam cha. met up with my frens then samuel met up with his. my frens ciaoed then my other group of frens came. sat for awhile after that and went back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samuel thanks for fetching me around all those times. hehe..muax! well 2006 is here. so let us all face it together. lets just see what this year will bring for us. so far its been bad for me. well hopefully its going to be good later on. exams is coming! die die die!! aaahhhhh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;GOOD LUCK EVERYONE!!!!!&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/16800021-113619418663024997?l=scarsstillremain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/feeds/113619418663024997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16800021&amp;postID=113619418663024997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/113619418663024997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/113619418663024997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/2006/01/past.html' title='the past.'/><author><name>zoe liew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16800021.post-113602290000910520</id><published>2005-12-31T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T17:55:00.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!!!!</title><content type='html'>hey. sorry for not updating my blog lately. been away for holidays. i couldnt come on when i got back from hols. got to do with my house line. and now i'm lazy to update it with everything that had been happening. i'll update it when i'm in the mood or not so lazy. so for now, i just want to wish everyone &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!&lt;/span&gt; hope everything turn out fine for u guys. a new year, a new beginning. have fun u guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16800021.post-113420774196320981</id><published>2005-12-10T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T17:10:43.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas list.</title><content type='html'>i'm bored. so i decided to make an early christmas list. i'm hoping someone out there nice enough to get me what i want for christmas. hehe..here are the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/1600/Image%28277%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/320/Image%28277%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;the christmas charm bracelet in diamond platinum. i love it so much. how i wish someone would get me this. &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;a new pair of shoes.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;a new handbag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;oooo..ipod nano! but i know it wont come true coz i already have an mp3 player that i love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;hmm..crystals like the train crystals. or the love crystals. i love crystals.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;a new car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;a new flip phone. i want the one with all functions in it and it looks nice and small. hehe..but hard to get that la dont have the one i like so far.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;any cute soft toy. big one. hehe..so i could hug it every night.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;oh oh david beckham's instinct. i love that smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;hmm..i cant think of anything else. i'll add it when i think of something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16800021.post-113411989539035312</id><published>2005-12-09T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T17:19:33.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fun fun fun!</title><content type='html'>yesterday i got wasted wei. hahaha..yes i admit it. i got drunk. its my first time. and this time i learnt my lesson. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DONT EVER DRINK ON AN EMPTY STOMACH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it will turn out like me. DRUNK. hahahhaa. but it was fun. i hope i didnt do anything embarassing things. i cant really remember what happened last night. but its all fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friends from my ex-school and my college friends came. it was so fun. i'm so happy that i got to see my old friends. i love them so much! muax! sorry for not layanning u all! sorry! my college friends started to play some dice game. 6, 7, 8. roll two dice and add up the amount. 6 is add more, 7 is drink a sip ( or is it half the glass?) and 8 is all. hehehe..so fun playing it. Lee Chee got kinda drunk. hehe..its lucky she have jimmy and shae there. jimmy ur so nice. hehe..fetch her back then shae then come back all the way. err..did i talk to u when u came back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nic! u got WASTED too! hahahahha..cant believe u said all those things. haihz. dont worry i wont say anything. hahahhaa..cant believe u will get this wasted lor. next time u are not going to drink anymore. u are too violent. too violent i tell u. i cant believe u slapped my sister. slap the rest okay la but not my sis. hahaha..jkjk..of coz cannot slap anyone la. are u nuts? gosh. and btw u smell like puke la. disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samuel, thanks for taking care of me when i'm off. i'm sorry if i did anything wrong. but really thanks. viv thank u too for taking care of me. hehehe..i still remember that! hehe..cj thanks to u too. i love u guys! heheh..muax!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up late today for college. darn freaking sleepy now. need more sleep! eyes closing closing closing....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16800021-113411989539035312?l=scarsstillremain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/feeds/113411989539035312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16800021&amp;postID=113411989539035312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/113411989539035312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/113411989539035312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/2005/12/fun-fun-fun.html' title='fun fun fun!'/><author><name>zoe liew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16800021.post-113386748598146674</id><published>2005-12-06T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T19:11:26.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pancakie pan.</title><content type='html'>skipped class today.&lt;br /&gt;made pancakes after tuition with elaine. woaahhh..didnt know we could actually make it work. its actually quite nice to eat. we bought ice creams and honey. hehehe..pour the flour in, put 3 eggs in and 2 1/2 cup of milk. then stir stir stir. hehehe.. then put in the frying pan..then TADA!! pancakes are done! hehehe.. of coz have to do alot of small pancakes la to have everything done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..elaine i have to say we are not that bad huh. and samuel i have to admit u made it better than me. hmph! oh ya u better return to me my dvds when u are done k? have fun watching it! it was fun fun fun making them and then eating them. its all ur effort. u actually feel satisfied. heheh..pancakes are yummy! next stop spagetthi! hehehehe.. oh man gonna gain weight edi. this is not good. not good i tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daddy is coming home today! yay!! i miss him so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16800021-113386748598146674?l=scarsstillremain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/feeds/113386748598146674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16800021&amp;postID=113386748598146674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/113386748598146674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/113386748598146674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/2005/12/pancakie-pan.html' title='pancakie pan.'/><author><name>zoe liew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16800021.post-113378604626803094</id><published>2005-12-05T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T20:38:51.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the few days ago.</title><content type='html'>wow its been days. i got lazy to blog. too tired these few days. so i guess now i'll start back on hmm..when again? oh ya wednesday la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;WEDNESDAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during the four hr break, me, jox, elaine and sam, went to mv before going back to my hse for tuition. walked around and shopped around. oh my gosh i saw a really &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;pretty dress&lt;/span&gt;. i love it so much! too bad prom is so far away and i dont think so i can buy it anymore. :( anyway, took a few pics then walked around again. then in the end went for lunch at mcD. oh my gosh the little kid is so cute. i love that fella. hehe. went back for tuition. jox slept. finish tuition rushed back to college and then found out that he wasnt teaching at all. waste my petrol and time and money only. haihz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;THURSDAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went out for dinner at mosin in ttdi with elaine, michelle and jox before going to our play. sat there and talked and eat. then after that, samuel came then off we went to kpd for the play "&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;the importance of being earnest&lt;/span&gt;". hmm..i have to say its a good play. its funny too. its nice. its worth watching it. well i like it la at least. hehe..went back home around 11 something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;FRIDAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after class, elaine, samantha, samuel, and viv came to my house. they were suppose to make the cake and the card but i guess they got distracted and delayed the time. but it was all fun. jimmy and chi jian joined later on. some &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;sang&lt;/span&gt; some was &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;making cake&lt;/span&gt;. it was quite fun seeing everyone so hardworking trying to make everything work. and today was also my sister's birthday. so after they are done with everything, they ciao-ed then i got ready then i went for dinner later on with my family to celebrate my sis's birthday. her cake is so cute!! grr..i jealous edi. she got 2 cakes for her bday. one ice cream cake and jelly cake. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;i like ice cream cake&lt;/span&gt; but too bad i dont eat them. hehe.. after dinner got home, waited for a while, then samuel came to picked me up with viv in the car. we head off to 1u. everyone (cc, chi jian, samuel, viv, cc's 2 friends, jeanie, her bf, donald, daniel, shin, and pony) were busy putting up the balloons in the car. getting everything ready before we head of to LC's hse to surprise her. the plan kinda failed coz she was already outside her hse when we reached her hse. but she was kinda surprise too to see us. all of us there giving her a surprise. she didnt expect alot of ppl will be there. hehee..&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;LC HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!&lt;/span&gt; after that, went out yam cha at ss2. samuel dropped me off around 3 in the morning. thanks alot!! muax!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;SATURDAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;THE DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. yes the surprise birthday bbq party for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;TOH LEE CHEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. hehe..everyone were so busy preparing their own things. even cc's friends came too. just to help out with the technical thingy and the fireworks. everyone so busy getting everything ready. the party got delayed. as usual we are always late. hehe..we prepare everything up in the park while samantha, viv, and chi jian went to pick LC up. they blind folded her before she left the hse. everyone got ready when she arrived. samantha and viv walked her to the big picture of her and everyone surrounded her. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1, 2, 3 "SURPRISE!!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;everyone shouted as they took off the blind fold. she was really surprise alright. she was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;too surprise and happy till she cried&lt;/span&gt;. she kept on thanking everyone for it. one by one more surprises came. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;shae came back all the way from penang just for her &lt;/span&gt;was one of the surprise. it was really sweet of her to do so. i would be touched too. LC cried again coz of this. then later on cc gave her a cd. she opened it and played it. the video of all of us saying happy birthdays', msgs, and birthday songs, and also pics of all of us. then right after the movie, it was just nice when the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;fireworks begun&lt;/span&gt;. its so beautiful. its so sweet. its so touching. she cried again. hehehe..overall the party was fun. with the music around and ppl chatting and dancing and singing and bbqing. it was all fun. but it had to end so soon. everyone started packing and all. next thing i know i heard someone shouted and they are already playing with the cake. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;LC's face was covered with the cake.&lt;/span&gt; i see ppl running here and there. its so fun seeing them enjoying it. end up, me and jimmy all clean. :) its fun fun fun! &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;THANKS CC FOR EVERYTHING!! &lt;/span&gt;ALL THE HARDWORK AND ALL. SORRY FOR SCOLDING U. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;THANKS EVERYONE FOR EVERYTHING!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;WITHOUT ANYONE OF U ALL THE PARTY WOULDNT BE SUCCESSFULL.&lt;/span&gt; hehe.. packed everything, then went to ming tian to yam cha. left around 1 something.&lt;br /&gt;then i realised that &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i LEFT MY KEYS WITH JOX OR ELAINE!!&lt;/span&gt; that is the time i got so scared. i started to panicked. called jox, she said she dont have my keys. called elaine and there it is. with her in her bag. -.- i didnt know what to do. i got so scared. its so nice of samuel to drop me back. on the way back then he asked me to use my extra keys. WHY DIDNT I THINK OF THAT? gosh i'm so dumb and careless and forgetful. he dropped me and then fetched me back there. sorry samuel dear! thanks alot for fetching me here and there! muax!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;SUNDAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to pc fair with him at klcc. its so packed!! everywhere is so packed. the lrt is packed. the hall is packed. everywhere!! gosh. but the things there are nice. too bad i dont have that amount of money to buy anything i want. end up i bought an &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;mp3&lt;/span&gt; and he bought a &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt;webcam, empty cds, and a mic.&lt;/span&gt; well thats the whole idea why we go there. just to get what we wanted. hehe..it was fun. thanks alot! really. i appreciate everything u have done for me. thanks alot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then now. today. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;MONDAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friends came to visit us in HELP. so nice of them. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;jean, chris, cheok, and leo.&lt;/span&gt; yup them. its so nice of them to come visit us. i really miss them so much. hehe..after class, went to 1u with them. samuel, jia meei, and nic joined us too. walked around and ate lunch. met jox and chin zhen there. after lunch, me and elaine rushed home for tuition. now, i'm here sitting typing everything out. wow i didnt know i would remember so many things. hmm..i guess i dont have SMS. hehe..thats good. i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..wow this post is so long. but consider quite short too. coz its like dunno how many days all squeeze into one post. hehe..not bad not bad. i'll post the pics up as soon as i get them. hehe..so long for now. bye!&lt;div 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16800021.post-113335672660686341</id><published>2005-11-30T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T21:18:46.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what am i to do now?</title><content type='html'>i'm so darn lost now.&lt;br /&gt;so many things to do but yet so little time.&lt;br /&gt;i want everything to be simple.&lt;br /&gt;no complications in life.&lt;br /&gt;no misunderstandings in life.&lt;br /&gt;just all of us enjoying every moment together.&lt;br /&gt;but this is too hard.&lt;br /&gt;its hard to keep it up.&lt;br /&gt;balancing both things.&lt;br /&gt;balancing my studies and my time going out with friends.&lt;br /&gt;i think i go out too much.&lt;br /&gt;i dont think so i will go out anymore.&lt;br /&gt;this post is so darn lost.&lt;br /&gt;but i dont care.&lt;br /&gt;must i change?&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to lose everyone!&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to miss them if i do.&lt;br /&gt;all those moments we had together.&lt;br /&gt;am i given the chance to not go?&lt;br /&gt;haihz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;WHY?!?!?!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why must he go through so many things right now?&lt;br /&gt;why cant it be easier for him?&lt;br /&gt;he just need a break from everything.&lt;br /&gt;he just need a friend.&lt;br /&gt;a friend to care about him.&lt;br /&gt;a friend to be there for him.&lt;br /&gt;would u give him another chance?&lt;br /&gt;would u give me a chance to know u?&lt;br /&gt;i got no mood to do anything else already.&lt;br /&gt;i have to study my maths c3 but i cant.&lt;br /&gt;too many things distracting my mind.&lt;br /&gt;things to think.&lt;br /&gt;things to settle.&lt;br /&gt;oh well..life is like that right?&lt;br /&gt;its full of unexpected things. unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes we shouldnt take things for granted right?&lt;br /&gt;lets just get on with our life.&lt;br /&gt;but before that settle all our probs first.&lt;br /&gt;well one at a time k.&lt;br /&gt;its just a matter of time.&lt;br /&gt;everyone can get through it.&lt;br /&gt;i know u can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16800021-113335672660686341?l=scarsstillremain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/feeds/113335672660686341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16800021&amp;postID=113335672660686341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/113335672660686341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/113335672660686341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-am-i-to-do-now.html' title='what am i to do now?'/><author><name>zoe liew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16800021.post-113318205153072425</id><published>2005-11-28T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T20:47:31.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the moment.</title><content type='html'>we just have to appreciate every moment we have. cherish it. dont ever let it go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm appreciating it now. i dont want to think about anything. just letting the flow takes me to wherever it takes me. as long as i know how to pick myself up again when everything come tumbling down on me. i'm happy for now. we should not take things for granted. if we do we would never ever find anything that we would satisfy. i love my friends. i love my family. i love everyone. i love anyone who reads my blog too. hehe..i love my dogs. i love everything! except for my studies la. its kinda screwy. hahaha. getting on to that soon. hehe..anyway, i'm glad to have what i have now. sometimes i'll regret but we still have to go on with our life. dont ever let the past pull u back. look forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..today was good. someone so nice cooked for me lunch. hehe..thank u d! muax! its nice. dont worry, u are not that bad. next time my turn k? hehe.. heard something from my friend. he is coming back tmr! yay! happy happy! its been so long i didnt see him. we better catch up on things wei. more aussie friends coming back! yay!!! weee! happy happy! hahahah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16800021-113318205153072425?l=scarsstillremain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/feeds/113318205153072425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16800021&amp;postID=113318205153072425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/113318205153072425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/113318205153072425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/2005/11/moment.html' title='the moment.'/><author><name>zoe liew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16800021.post-113307056554747302</id><published>2005-11-27T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T13:49:25.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another good day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;26th NOVEMBER 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up early coz have to go to college for mock trial for law. it was kinda excited at first but then it slowly got boring. its a good experience. but i cannot imagine myself going to the real court room and watch it. i think i'll sleep through out the whole thing. hahaha. but it was quite fun at the end. the prosecution went first with all their witness. then we had a lunch break. after lunch, it was the defendants side to bring out their witness. i guess both side did good. they tried their best. i know they did good but just that they never really put much effort in it..like what michelle said in her blog. anyway, it was quite fun when the time for the jurors to make the decisions whether the accused is guilty or not. we ( the jurors..yes i'm one of the jury) went to the other room to discuss. i was sticking to what i think he suppose to get..&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;GUILTY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. the only way to make the decision is where we have to have a ratio of 10 : 2. it was 8:4 at first. so we keep discussing it till 10:2. gosh some people just dont know how to stand up for what they believe. haihz. disappointed. anyway it was quite fun making the decisions. in the end, it was not guilty. so the accused is not guilty. u all did great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that, i went to samuel's house. his room is so nice to sleep. hehe..especially his pillow. his childhood pillow. hehe..thank u! it was nice. oh oh his grandpa is so cute. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;woke up then stayed a while more then we went to fetch jox to go to my friend(&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;leo&lt;/span&gt;)'s bbq party. i'm so happy to get to see all my other friends. its been a long time. i miss them so much. hehe..samuel likes them. hahaha..he thinks that they are funny. anyway, stayed there for a while, went to the playground, bbq-ed, talked and take pics. well very little pics la. sausages are nice!! hehe..especially the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;cheese sausages&lt;/span&gt;..mmmm..yummy! we left around 9 somehting to samuel's hse again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jox darn kesian. she came in and patted &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;guinness&lt;/span&gt; (the dog), trying to play with him..then he suddenly pounced on her. hahahha. so funny. she got so scared and quickly went in. dont worry jox..next time take samuel's advice. hehe..we went to show around then off we head to jox's house to drop her. i dropped her off then followed samuel's car to tesco. reached there..went for groceries shopping. heheh..his &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;grandpa is so cute&lt;/span&gt;!! i like the way he looks around and seeing what to buy. heheh..so cute la. i like your grandpa. hehe.. paid for everything then we head off to different ways back home. hehe..and btw i did not drive fast k. its the penchala link n kerinchi link la..it makes it shorter..hehe..got home, stayed online for a while, then went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/1600/Image%28260%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/320/Image%28260%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/1600/Image%28258%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/320/Image%28258%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the pics taken during the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh btw i edited the previous post. hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16800021-113307056554747302?l=scarsstillremain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/feeds/113307056554747302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16800021&amp;postID=113307056554747302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/113307056554747302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/113307056554747302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/2005/11/another-good-day.html' title='another good day.'/><author><name>zoe liew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16800021.post-113293767791990412</id><published>2005-11-26T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T14:01:51.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my day.</title><content type='html'>i think i'm going to make it short. i'm tired but still want to blog. anyway here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after class, went out to mv with elaine to meet up with my other two friends. we went to have lunch at food court. barely eat anything coz wasnt that hungry. but it was alright i guess. went to watch cello after that. hahaha..samuel your right. it sucks. not in the blood par. the entire show totally sucks la. its so freaking boring till i nearly fell asleep for 3 times. it doesnt make sense la. hate it. after movie, walked around looking for present for a friend. i bought a top. a formal top. for the law. haihz. waste money on one top which i will only use it like for wat? one time only!! anyway, walked around and then we finally bought a present. it was so difficult to actually find a present to give it to him. at first wanted to get a photo frame n put our pics in it then give it to him but then we finally bought action figure for him instead. it is nice. but i'm not into anime kinda action figures. i just watch them. hehe.. oh oh must say this out. hehe..while walking we saw this huge mr bomberman. hehe..u know the game bomberman? yea its that. he is so cute. chased him for a while to take pics. hehe..so cute la..after shopping for present i went home around 6 something coz i'm having dinner later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;came home, bath, changed and went out for dinner with my family. went to starhill to eat some korean food. its quite nice. i ate very little though. not really that hungry. oh oh i saw wai cheong. hahaha..with his small little sister. awww so sweet. he was holding her hand. hehe..didnt expect to see him there. i was quite shock when i saw him. after dinner, parents decided to go yam cha. so we went to lecka lecka outside starhill and sat and talk and drink and laugh. awww..so nice rite? i miss spending time like this with them. we laughed. we talked. we played. its just so nice spending some quality time with them. i love them! just got home like 15 minutes ago. and i'm so tired now. well put in more details later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/1600/Image%28248%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/320/Image%28248%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mr bomberman!! hahaha..we love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooo..something funny happened when i was going out from the car park. u know the above carpark in mv u have to keep going down and down and down. so i went down one floor, then just drive like normal. without me realising it, i saw a dark blue getz in front of me. the first person that came into my mind was chin zhen. the "P" is there so it made me half sure. then i keep looking inside whether it is or not. keep looking and looking then i'm like why does it look like chin zhen's hair? hahaha..then i look at the person next to him. see short hair. it looks like jox but i was not too sure about it. so i called her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me : where are u?&lt;br /&gt;jox : mv&lt;br /&gt;me : is chin zhen car number plate something something something 130?&lt;br /&gt;jox : yea..how u know?&lt;br /&gt;me : hahahaha i'm behind ur car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahah..we both laughed only. talk about coincident la. hahaha. it was so funny. hehe..its weird we didnt see each other inside mv.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16800021-113293767791990412?l=scarsstillremain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/feeds/113293767791990412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16800021&amp;postID=113293767791990412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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day today. i'm just hoping to have a better day tmr. then suddenly i saw one small shining star. its so beautiful. though its just one but its nice seeing a star. i just like staring at the stars. seeing how beautiful the sky. but its hard to find it in town. i want to go to the beach. i want to see the stars. laying on the sand, listening to the waves and staring at the sky full of stars. getting away from things for a short moment. anyway, i love stars. and i love the beach. i love the waves. hehehe..its so out of the topic. hahaha..too bad!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16800021-113284976623137263?l=scarsstillremain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/feeds/113284976623137263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16800021&amp;postID=113284976623137263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/113284976623137263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/113284976623137263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/2005/11/empty-spaces.html' title='empty spaces.'/><author><name>zoe liew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16800021.post-113283529841654454</id><published>2005-11-24T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T20:28:18.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>messed up girl.</title><content type='html'>i'm kinda &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;messed up&lt;/span&gt; right now. i dont know how to balance my time with everything. i need to do something about it. i need to get my life back in the track. i just need a break for a while. take some time off to think about my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, things are getting better. *i hope* . friends coming back soon. cant wait to see them. but still i have to separate my time with them. i need to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;study!&lt;/span&gt; i dont have enough time during december. i really need the time to study first. other than that, my problems are slowly solving. it just need time thats all. thanks u all for caring. i'm okay. i'm starting to take it as a lesson and never repeat it again. hopefully everything turn out fine with everyone and everything! hmm..i need to catch up with my old friends. i miss them so much. those fun times we had. those moments when we cried. those moments where we get all hyper. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;EVERYTHING!!!&lt;/span&gt; recently been catching up with two of my good friends. didnt know i'm missing alot of things happening in their life. its great catching up with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what have i been doing lately? hmm..i myself not sure. been studying. been &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;wasting time.&lt;/span&gt; been doing lots of useless things. been listening to music alot. been emo-ing (well only at night at home) but not alot. oh and today i just &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;screwed the accounts paper.&lt;/span&gt; its all screwed up. hopefully my one question bring marks to me. *hoping real hard* hmm..what else? oh ya my grandma is back in town and i miss her! so glad to see her yesterday. she is always so happy when she sees me. hehehe..i'm not trying to be perasan but its true. she loves me! well she loves my family! hehe..i love u too! and then i miss my grandpa now :(&lt;br /&gt;oh yea..been looking through alot of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;blogskin.&lt;/span&gt; i cant make up my mind!! dont know which one to change!!! nvm nvm i can just change to all right? hehe..change each week! hahaha..no la i'll make up my mind soon. hehe..oh been listening to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;jay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; alot. i love him too!! hmm..cant remember anything else. oh oh i remember now. i &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;played ps2!&lt;/span&gt; hehe..well i know i sound jakun here la but its been really a long time i never play it. i miss playing it. it was fun playing. gosh now i realise i suck at NFS. grrr..i cant see the road straight and keep banging into stuffs and my car spins n spins n spins. hahahahhaha..its fun to play la. hahhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops..ran out of things to say edi. hahahhaa..will post another one later on la if i got something to blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16800021-113283529841654454?l=scarsstillremain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/feeds/113283529841654454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16800021&amp;postID=113283529841654454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/113283529841654454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/113283529841654454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/2005/11/messed-up-girl.html' title='messed up girl.'/><author><name>zoe liew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16800021.post-113275782121345719</id><published>2005-11-23T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T22:57:01.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mixed...</title><content type='html'>i cant think properly.&lt;br /&gt;i cant seem to concentrate on my studies.&lt;br /&gt;i need to study my accounts.&lt;br /&gt;but yet i seem to fail.&lt;br /&gt;tmr is my mocks and i'm still not studying.&lt;br /&gt;there are something that is making me not concentrating.&lt;br /&gt;not sure what it is but i cant seem to find the mood to study.&lt;br /&gt;its really hard to get to it.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure what i'm feeling too.&lt;br /&gt;tired.&lt;br /&gt;exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;stressed.&lt;br /&gt;upset.&lt;br /&gt;lost.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i can find my mood back.&lt;br /&gt;i dont want to fail it.&lt;br /&gt;so now i'm turning to u.&lt;br /&gt;hoping u can help me feel much better.&lt;br /&gt;i got no idea what i just typed up there.&lt;br /&gt;i dont really care right now.&lt;br /&gt;in my head right now is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ACCOUNTS!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grrr...i need to study it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;STRESSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;HELP!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i feel much better now. i'm off to study now. bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16800021-113275782121345719?l=scarsstillremain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/feeds/113275782121345719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16800021&amp;postID=113275782121345719' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/113275782121345719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/113275782121345719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/2005/11/mixed.html' title='mixed...'/><author><name>zoe liew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16800021.post-113267785274458888</id><published>2005-11-23T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T00:44:12.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random post.</title><content type='html'>i'm thinking too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do u stop yourself from thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why cant i get it off my mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to stop thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone pls help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, just felt like posting something up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont ask me what am i thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz i myself also not sure what i'm thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know just thoughts on your mind those kinda things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea i'm going through it right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16800021-113267785274458888?l=scarsstillremain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/feeds/113267785274458888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16800021&amp;postID=113267785274458888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/113267785274458888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/113267785274458888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/2005/11/random-post.html' title='random post.'/><author><name>zoe liew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16800021.post-113266876214229062</id><published>2005-11-22T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T22:12:42.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tensions.</title><content type='html'>lately been feeling alot of tensions around. not sure what is going on. and i dont think so i would want to know that too. but i dont like what is going on. friends hating one another. cant we go back the way we used to be? all happy and fun. its so nice the way it is last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate seeing everyone like this. :( i'm really upset now. cant this be solve in a not-so-angry way? i'm not taking anyone's side. i'm just upset now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16800021-113266876214229062?l=scarsstillremain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/feeds/113266876214229062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16800021&amp;postID=113266876214229062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/113266876214229062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/113266876214229062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/2005/11/tensions.html' title='tensions.'/><author><name>zoe liew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16800021.post-113265842442419177</id><published>2005-11-22T19:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T19:20:24.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mmm...something smells good.</title><content type='html'>hahahaha..dont mind the title. i smell good thats all. hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of my friends are going through some &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;rough times&lt;/span&gt; now. i'm not sure how to help them. i feel bad for not being able to help them but then i know that not everything need my help. but i just want to be there for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ppl go through rough times is actually depends on how the person looks at it. sometimes its not bad at all. we have to always look at the different side. the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;bright side&lt;/span&gt;. its all about choices. why do u want to choose to be sad? well, according to one of my friend, he said that, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;without sadness there is no happiness.&lt;/span&gt; i would not agree to it. thats me la. not sure about u guys. anyway, if there is sadness &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;how can we find happiness?&lt;/span&gt; we will be depressing all our lifes and we would not know what happiness actually means. well, i'm not saying that it is easy at all to stop being sad. its not. i know it myself. but sometimes we just have to let it be. dont try too hard on things and u will slowly see that its so much easier letting it go than trying real hard to let go. if u look things at brighter side, its so much better. happiness is something inside u. u cant buy happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to all my friends, please cheer up. its not fun anymore when everybody is so down. i feel sad too when i see u all like that. it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have u ever have that feeling that a person &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;doesnt like u?&lt;/span&gt; i mean u sure can feel it but u are not too sure what is it about. have u? i know i have. its been lately that i have that feeling. it hurts to know that someone might not like u. for now, just say i'm sensitive, but i somehow knows something is not right and i feel it. to others cannot see, but i can feel it. i was right the first time. now? i'm not too sure about it. hopefully its not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy news now! my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;dad is coming home tonight!!&lt;/span&gt; its been so long he went to somewhere ( i got no idea where he goes whenever he goes overseas) and now he finally coming home today. he left last week wednesday. but still cant i miss him? i really miss him. ALOT. daddy i want a hug! *hug*  hehehe..he is just so hugable. hahaha..miss miss him. hmm..talking about miss, now i miss someone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16800021-113265842442419177?l=scarsstillremain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/feeds/113265842442419177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16800021&amp;postID=113265842442419177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/113265842442419177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/113265842442419177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/2005/11/mmmsomething-smells-good.html' title='mmm...something smells good.'/><author><name>zoe liew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16800021.post-113248163238796219</id><published>2005-11-20T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T18:25:52.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>inner beauty.</title><content type='html'>getting a plastic surgery does not make u any prettier than u already are. i still dont get it with some people who would spend thousands of dollars to get a plastic surgery so they would look better? sometimes getting a plastic surgery does not cover up who ever u already are. its the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;inner beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;talking about inner beauty. people always says that they like someone for their inner beauty and all. hahahha..to me its a total bullshit. okay ask yourself. what is the first thing u see in the opposite sex? for girls they would see if the guy is handsome or not. if he is cute or not. well for a guy, they would go for the one which looks pretty and all. dont u dare deny it.&lt;br /&gt;then where do all the decent, not so pretty people go to? life its just not fair. sometimes when a normal decent person like this quite good looking person, she or he would not stand a chance because that he or she would want to have someone good looking or pretty to suit themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay lets say whatever i'm saying above is wrong. but i guess some of u would agree with me rite? that the first reaction we see in a person is their outer beauty. no wonder people would spend loads of money on plastic surgery. so that they would get all the attention. but sometimes its no use if u have a bad attitude to go with. i'm just saying thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored. thats y i'm talking about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cousin came to my house today. she slept the whole time. she was too tired and sleepy. well i dont blame her. and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;nicole, you're welcome!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; thanks for that post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..i think the world is small. dont u think so? well to me it is la.&lt;br /&gt;gosh i dont know what to write in here already. its raining so heavily now. and now i'm not in the mood for anything but just staring outside listening to the rain drop and watching it fall. its nice. getting heavier. hmm..wonder who is singing right now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16800021-113248163238796219?l=scarsstillremain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/feeds/113248163238796219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16800021&amp;postID=113248163238796219' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/113248163238796219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/113248163238796219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/2005/11/inner-beauty.html' title='inner beauty.'/><author><name>zoe liew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16800021.post-113240111368646114</id><published>2005-11-19T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T19:53:48.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>should i?</title><content type='html'>hmm..just wondering..should i change my blogskin? i want to change to something else but not too sure what i should change. i want to start something new but then again i scared that i will lose everything. its like something in real life. sometimes we have to let go of something and start something new but yet u dont want to lose anything. well its good that we have it in our heart. as long as we know its in us u dont have to be scared of losing anything. oh ya back to the blogskin, so should i? give opinions pls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today went for extra econs class. it was alright. woke up late. thanks jox for the msg if not i will still be sleeping. anyway, after class went to somewhere in tropicana for lunch. we ( me, lee chee, chi jian, jeanie, chin chuan, justin, samuel, and viv) ate bak kut teh. its not bad. after lunch, as usual we dont have any plans and thought of going to ss2 to yam cha. well only me, lee chee, chi jian and justin. end up we went back home coz we ourselves also not sure where to yam cha. chi jian dropped justin off then i went to yam cha with him in ALI MAJU. well we talked la nothing much. thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i talked to him. its nice talking to him. i miss the times talking to him. i miss everything. but there is something that really made me upset but i'm not going to talk about it. but it got better after that. well i love my life now. with everything i got. i should be happy about it. why get so depressed about it right? our life is full of choices. and today onwards i choose to be happy. y choose to be sad when we can always enjoy with everything we have right? right jox? i'm your happy soul :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh elle, not sure if u read my blog, i just want to say that u're blog is nice :) its nice. so cute. i love eeyore. hehehe..i love u too! hehehe. i love all of u!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16800021-113240111368646114?l=scarsstillremain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/feeds/113240111368646114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16800021&amp;postID=113240111368646114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/113240111368646114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/113240111368646114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/2005/11/should-i.html' title='should i?'/><author><name>zoe liew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16800021.post-113232306774299404</id><published>2005-11-18T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T22:16:11.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God must have spent a little more time on you.</title><content type='html'>its just some random title. dont really know what to put so just might as well just put what i'm listening to now. well sometimes i think its right. i somehow thinks that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;god spend too little time on me&lt;/span&gt; coz my life seems to be so screwed up now. well i'm happy to have all my friends and family. but in other aspects in my life is so screwed up. only my good friends know what i'm talking about but its just so unfair for me. studies is so screwed. everything is screwed. oh well life its like that. it will never be perfect right? but i'm happy with what i have right now. its great. i know somehow god have something good for me. just not now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;exorcism of emily rose sucks&lt;/span&gt;. i watched it last night with my brother they all. it totally sucks. its so darn freaking boring. i slept through the whole show. well not the whole show just most of it. my brother was also falling asleep. my sister said that its boring too. i dont see what its nice about it. but i think exorcism is better. i prefer that la. well to me la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;webcaming&lt;/span&gt; with my friend in aussie. hahahha.. he look gay. well i didnt say it. he admitted it himself. hahahhaa.. gay ass. well its nice seeing him after so long. he looks different. cant tell what it is but i know he does look different. hahaha. and pls if u are reading this, pls dont get any hair style like chris or cheok. hahahaha. u know what i'm saying. it doesnt suit u la. it feels weird webcaming. first time doing it. u lucky fella. dont worry everything i see there stays there. hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..do u know its hard to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;let go of something special&lt;/span&gt;? its so hard to let go of something that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;meant in your life&lt;/span&gt;. its like a big puzzle. if u are missing some pieces, u wont be able to finish the puzzle. well to me, i miss those pieces already. pieces that meant alot in my life. pieces that left their &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;footsteps&lt;/span&gt; in my life. pieces that actually &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hurt&lt;/span&gt; me alot. pieces that actually brought me &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;happiness.&lt;/span&gt; pieces that actually thought me something new in life at least. well now some of the pieces is gone. and i wish that i could find those pieces and work things out so it could fit perfectly in my life. but i know it wont. it will never be the same again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i just remembered something. till now i still not yet get any of the things i wanted. thats so sad. hmm..maybe i shall work hard for it. as in saving money that is. i need to get all those things. coz i'm adding somemore things. i love shopping but the thing is i need a walking atm machine with me so i could get those things that i want. grrr..hate that feeling of not getting whatever i want. nevermind i shall do that! save money then get it! yes zuyi u can do it! hahaha..feels so weird talking to myself right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this post is weird. my mood keep changing as i'm doing this. been delaying time again. hahaha. from sad to happy to sad to happy. hmm..that shows ppl can change. hahaha..i know it got nothing to do with it. just dont mind me. if u think its weird and u dont like it then dont read it. hahaha. oh man now i'm sad again. see what i mean. daphne closed her blog. now i dont know whats going on with her happening life. with her hot boyfriend. hahaha. i sound so stalker-ish but i'm not. her life is interesting and mine is not. thats it. i just look up to her. being so smart and pretty and rich. i think i better stop if not it gets weirder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY NICOLE!!!&lt;/span&gt; again. hahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i'm &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;highligthing my words&lt;/span&gt; coz &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;samantha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; asked me to. hahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16800021-113232306774299404?l=scarsstillremain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/feeds/113232306774299404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16800021&amp;postID=113232306774299404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/113232306774299404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/113232306774299404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/2005/11/god-must-have-spent-little-more-time.html' title='God must have spent a little more time on you.'/><author><name>zoe liew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16800021.post-113223943623345668</id><published>2005-11-17T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T22:57:16.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if only u know.</title><content type='html'>gosh i wish that u knew how bad it is. how bad it is to get hurt by your love ones. if only u do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicole happy birthday! i know its not right on the dot but i hope u read this during midnight than i will be the first to wish u! hahaha. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY NICOLE!!&lt;/span&gt; i miss u now. i want a hug from u. can u give me one? i'm happy for u now. happy that u made a choice. fmeng would be good to u. at least u got yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm on the phone with a good friend of mine. well that good friend of mine has been there for me at some certain times but sometimes there are things that my good friend wont understand. the pain that i'm going through. but that good friend had been a good friend. talks alot of bullshit. lets me scold or complain about anything. now i'm stuck and i got no idea what to write in here coz that good friend of mine giving stupid ideas now. asking me go college to study but too bad i dont want to. now that good friend sounds gay. talking about our friend that came back today. hahahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay this post took rather long time. i kept on delaying it. was on the phone then i was chatting online. then watching laguna beach. then now i just got back from pasar malam with chi jian. we were suppose to join his friends in steven's corner but in the end his friends ffked him. hahaha..so kesian. hahaha..but still had fun. walked around and got some food and drinks. wow so full now. hahahah. okay actually now i'm not in my normal stable mood now. just took my medicine. its like drugs only. keep feeling really drowsy and sleepy. then sometimes its not making me think properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;NICOLE HAPPY BIRTHDAY AGAIN!!!!! I LOVE YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe..i know your birthday its tomorrow but its nice for me to wish u now rite? hehe..its the thought that counts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh he is back now! hehehe..want to catch up with him. got lots of things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh another thing &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;JAY IS COMING!!!&lt;/span&gt; yes JAY is coming. on the 23rd nov. its an autograph session thingy in ou. not sure what time it is but i'll keep it update later on. oh my gosh jay jay jay! i love him! hehehe.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm off to watch the exorcism od emily rose. for sure i cant sleep tonight. hehe..can i call any of u if i cant sleep?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16800021-113223943623345668?l=scarsstillremain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/feeds/113223943623345668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16800021&amp;postID=113223943623345668' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/113223943623345668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/113223943623345668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/2005/11/if-only-u-know.html' title='if only u know.'/><author><name>zoe liew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16800021.post-113215308263288809</id><published>2005-11-16T22:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T22:58:02.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday my dearest sis!!</title><content type='html'>hehehe..okay i'm tipsy now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i drank red wine with my parents just now and my head is like spinning in my head now. yes i admit it is. weeee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just got back from dinner with my family. went to victoria station. its been ages that i didnt go there. as usual i order caeser salad. yuck it taste bad. well worse than the last time i ate it. it sucks. then my mum let me try a glass of red wine. hahaha. its nice la i guess coz this is like my first time drinking red wine. i tried white wine before though. anyway, yea tried the first glass then drank another and another later on. woah i got tipsy wei. hopefully i remember what happen la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, it was so funny. on the way home, my parents were acting as if they were young teenagers. making annoying sounds and talking darn childishly. hahahah. so funny. me and my bro kept on laughing and laughing. hahahha. but they are not drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i cant go sleep coz my mum force all of us to stay up till 12 to actually celebrate my sis birthday. gosh i cant even open my eyes now. i want to sleep!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16800021-113215308263288809?l=scarsstillremain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/feeds/113215308263288809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16800021&amp;postID=113215308263288809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/113215308263288809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/113215308263288809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/2005/11/happy-birthday-my-dearest-sis_16.html' title='happy birthday my dearest sis!!'/><author><name>zoe liew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16800021.post-113213786193734483</id><published>2005-11-16T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T18:46:33.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>could it be a good day tmr?</title><content type='html'>weee tmr is nov 17!! hehe..my sis birthday! hehehe..still cant figure out what to get for her. i'll leave it for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harry potter is out tmr! but i dont feel like watching it. too tired and i dont think so i could make it anyway. having dinner i think for my sis birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's coming back tmr!! hehehe..can get to watch more scary movies and go redbox with him! weee! he is only just a friend. a really good friend thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well my other good friends are coming back too!! well just not tomorrow. they coming back early decemeber. hehehe..cant wait to see them. can get to hang with them! how much i miss them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note to nic : i think we are doing another reunion next year but not sure when though. its so hard coz those ppl in uk are going back early la. then on jan we also got exams la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today went to cheras for dim sum. all of us met up at HELP then michelle led donald to the way there as i took another way myself. the dim sum there was alright. not that bad. after eating didnt have anything to do we sat there for a while and chatted. hahahha..the cheras kaki. haihz. we keep ejeking each other only. haihz. anyway, after all that talks and everything we still couldnt come out with a plan so we ended up going to jian's house then to jimmy's house. so comfy la jimmy's room. hehehe. we lepaked there till 12 something and in the end we decided to go yam cha. by the time we left the house it was 1. donald's car consist of jox, samantha, donald, and daniel. jox didnt want to join us coz she have to meet up with cz at 2 so they left. jian showed them the way out. as for us, jimmy, lc, shae-ree, and me went to station 1 near leisure mall. jian joined us afterwards. all of us were quite quiet coz we were all tired. but hanged around till 3 something. jimmy went back home to study and us (me, lc, shae, and jian) went to viv's mc. hahaha..cc was already there. so we went to eat mamak. hahaha..thanks viv for the food. i left around 4.30 coz i have to go fetch my bro from school. picked him up and head towards home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh i dont understand some people. all i want is to concern about u as a friend. nothing more than that. there is no intention or anything at all. why do u have to be like this? why do u want to push me away all the time? if u dont like it tell me straight and i will get out of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some people just have to be really emo rite? so emo till ask me things that i dont even know what is going on like "what did u just say la?" "its so obvious la i know u know wan la tell la "and kept on telling me that i darn mean and all for not telling him. WTF WEI!!!! i darn bloody innocent and then kena frame like that. i tell u i would scold u but that time we were out with lc they all. so please la open up abit la. dont always think so negative and make yourself so upset about things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh shit! i'm suppose to be getting myself ready now. have to go for dinner with family. celebrating my sis's birthday early coz dad leaving to somewhere tomorrow. so tmr will only be us well without my dad la. anyway, got to go now. mum calling edi. ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16800021-113213786193734483?l=scarsstillremain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/feeds/113213786193734483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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cant wait. weee!! two more days!! weeee!! oh boy!!! just two more days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) my sis bday&lt;br /&gt;2) harry potter is coming out&lt;br /&gt;3) he is coming back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weeee!! hahaha..cant wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh thanks nic for that idea. maybe i should charge each person rm20 bucks? is it too expensive to do so? hmm..i wonder. then we take the bets. hahahahaha. then we run away with it!! weee! oh oh we can go for dinner with it then go do something crazy after that. remember our *ding dong* on all our frens hse? hahaha..we shall do that. oh man i miss steph now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone is coming back!! weee!! december oh december~! hurry hurry pls~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16800021-113205859336618886?l=scarsstillremain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16800021.post-113205217297276084</id><published>2005-11-15T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T18:56:12.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday jimmy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JIMMY!!&lt;/span&gt; ok fine i made a mistake wishing u your 18th birthday but dont u feel good about it? at least ppl think that u are 18 so that means u look one year younger! hehehehe..&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;HAPPY 19th BIRTHDAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today law class was cancelled. it was due to some pratical thing for the science students. not too sure what was the reason. so in the morning went to lepak around the reading room with marianna and sara then later join michelle, jox and pei wen in the mamak behind. hahaha..michelle is so cute with her expressions! so &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;CUTE!!!&lt;/span&gt; u should actually just see her expressions. anyway, went to class after that and as usual didnt understand what was going on in class. gosh i think i need a stats tuition teacher. anyone can recommend one? then finish stats was c3. i skipped the first 15 mins of it went to see nana. came back down and lepaked outside the class for a while till my new bestest friend came out and asked us to go in. hahhaa.. oh well i guess she hates me now. i keep on making noise in her class. gosh i really hate her class so much. anyway class ended and off we went to souled out in hartamas. its so funny how we were writing on the watermelon and passing it to one another. its a gift for jimmy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the plan is lc and viv told jimmy that they couldnt come for the lunch with him which include shae-ree in it. we were not suppose to be there. the we consist of me, jox, elaine, michelle, and chi jian. and jimmy was suppose to come pick shae-ree up. lucky jimmy came late and had to go to kdu to pass something to his friend so that give us more time to be prepare. we got there earlier and we got bored. we started conteng-ing the watermelon with liquid paper. then chi jian got bored and ordered 2 shots of bacardi. hahahah. its so funny. his face went red after that. then he started talking loads of crap. i drank it with him. hahahha i still remember this. he called lee chee "l chee" hahahha so funny. then i think he pissed the waitress off too. so anyway, jimmy came with shae-ree. michelle saw them so she told us about it. jox and elaine hid behind the menu and me and chi jian got really close. shae saw us then pretended to ask jimmy where was their table. hahaha. jimmy was right behind me and he didnt know that. then i said happy birthday jimmy! hahahha he looked surprise. then sat down and took some pics with his watermelonie!!! hahahha so cute. got his face on it. hahahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ordered food and eat and chat while waiting for lc and viv to come. jimmy still dont know that they are coming for lunch with us. then suddenly jox, elaine, and michelle had to go. they left and waited downstairs for lc and viv. so me, shae, jimmy, and jian sat there and talked. i tell u this jian ah cannot stop drinking. he have to order somemore drinks. this time he ordered tequila. my gosh such a heavy drinker. anyway sat there and chatted. then out of no where suddenly lc n viv came out and shouted surprise. hahaha tell u i was surprised myself. i didnt even know they were behind. we covered jimmy's eye and brought out a small bun. hahahha. so funny he was like errr..okay. hahahha we sang birthday song and asked him to bite the cake but in the end he didnt and jox, michelle and elaine came out with the real cake. hahaha and once again he was surprised. hahahha. awwww so nice. oh oh must remember this. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;how was ur chocolate facial jimmy??? smooth tak?&lt;/span&gt; hahaha..hanged for a while then i had to go. it was so ngam that samuel came too. samuel i didnt mean to leave when u came k? it was just the wrong timing. anyway i had fun there. its nice :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;samuel u take care of urself k? get more rest and drink more water. now ur turn to be sick. haihz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;JIMMY HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! &lt;/span&gt;hope u like our surprise. well it was shae-ree and lc's surprise la.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16800021-113205217297276084?l=scarsstillremain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/feeds/113205217297276084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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sure why but i suddenly miss the whole of my ex-classmates from my class. i love those times we come to class early to copy homeworks. i love those times when we sit around and just talk. i love those times when we skipped class together to lepak around the school. i love those times where we just sing in the class. i love everything about everyone in my class. oooo how i miss them so much now. i wish i could go back time to go through the same experience again but i know we cant do that. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;cheok&lt;/span&gt; - i miss your teddy bear!! hahahha..i also miss those times when u guys sing in a band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;leo&lt;/span&gt; - miss those times talking to u on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;jenn hong&lt;/span&gt; - miss those drawings u always draw everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;justin&lt;/span&gt; - miss those hugs u always give and miss those lame jokes u always make with the guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;kent&lt;/span&gt; - i miss penny and me. hahahha..and of coz i miss u and my lollipops :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;jazli &lt;/span&gt;- our smoking teddy bear! though i dont know u that well but u're nice and friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;kah hon&lt;/span&gt; - i miss those times where u always insult people especially leo n jenn hong. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;aziq&lt;/span&gt; - sometimes u are really annoying but i actually miss those stories u usually tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;deryk&lt;/span&gt; - i miss the sucking air thingy and the "beckham" though it gets annoying at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;cecilia&lt;/span&gt; - outside shy but inside can be quite devil. very quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;michelle yap &lt;/span&gt;- wow i actually miss those times talking to u online especially those times during spm. we kept on chatting online. oh btw thanks for waking me up :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;amanda&lt;/span&gt; - always calling nona bitch n all in a jokingly way la. she is alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;marianna&lt;/span&gt; - ooohhh how much i miss those times talking to u. i'm so glad we are still doing that. its really nice talking to u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;samantha &lt;/span&gt;- the one with the printed writing. the one always comparing marks with me and nana. the one who laughs alot with nona, muna they all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;michelle tan&lt;/span&gt; - the smartest in class. i miss those times talking to her about owen and all. wait we still do that. hahaha..i miss her nice drawings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;muna&lt;/span&gt; - my partner in crime. always doing those bad things in class together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;elaine&lt;/span&gt; - also another smartest person in class. its nice to hang out with. anime girl. same as michelle tan. the yellow girl. hahahha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;shein &lt;/span&gt;- my laughing partner. pn jamaliah will always put us apart. we can never sit together coz we will sure laugh together real loud. haihz how much i miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;jia ling&lt;/span&gt; - my bitching partner. well we dont exactly bitch about ppl. we just talk about our probs and all la. its nice to have someone to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;ireena &lt;/span&gt;- the one who ejeks jazli alot. the one who laughs alot too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with each of them in our class, it made it special. that is why we are like a family. we always stand up for each other. if we get scolding we will get it together. i miss every single minute spent with u guys even though there are alot of fights going on in the class. we forgive one another :) love u guys!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16800021-113197673807201230?l=scarsstillremain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/feeds/113197673807201230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16800021&amp;postID=113197673807201230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/113197673807201230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/113197673807201230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/2005/11/oooo-5-commerce-i-miss-them.html' title='oooo the 5 commerce. i miss them!'/><author><name>zoe liew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16800021.post-113196319112449181</id><published>2005-11-14T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T18:13:11.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i just want to make it clear that in the previous post that him is not the him u all think it is. is someone that i will really love in my entire life. is someone that left my world to a better place. someone who will always watch after me and my family. so please will u all stop thinking that the him is him pls. it is not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16800021-113196319112449181?l=scarsstillremain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/feeds/113196319112449181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16800021&amp;postID=113196319112449181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/113196319112449181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/113196319112449181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-just-want-to-make-it-clear-that-in.html' title=''/><author><name>zoe liew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16800021.post-113187845575058235</id><published>2005-11-13T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T18:44:37.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh how much i miss him.</title><content type='html'>i miss him so much right now.&lt;br /&gt;i will always love him no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;miss those times we laughed together.&lt;br /&gt;miss those times we share story together.&lt;br /&gt;miss those times when i just listen to your stories.&lt;br /&gt;miss those times when i laugh at those silly things u do or say.&lt;br /&gt;i just miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know some of u guys will be wondering who is this person that i miss so much. well its someone that i love love so much. hehe..i aint gonna tell u who. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i want to say thanks to some people. thanks &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;lee chee, sammy, jox, cc and viv&lt;/span&gt; for concerning about me. just want to let u guys know that i'm much better edi :) muax!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;jox&lt;/span&gt; : i'm happy for u but just to let u know no matter what happen i'm always there for u k? hopefully he wont hurt u anymore. if he does i'm going to.....be there for u!! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;nicole&lt;/span&gt; : my cousin. thanks for being there for me all the time. really appreciate it. miss those times where we keep on telling each others about our personal life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;samuel&lt;/span&gt; : i know i dont know much about whats going on with your life, i just want to let u know that i'm here for u and u can get through whatever u are going through in your life. like i said before our life is just full of choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;yi ling&lt;/span&gt; : though we are not that close but thanks for dropping msgs in the tagboard. it meant alot to me. hehe..hope u are doing well too. if anything just msg me k? i'm here :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;jimmy&lt;/span&gt; : i'm not sure if u read this blog, but just want to let u know dont be so sad la. time will prove that everything will be better soon. its just a matter of time. i know u guys can work things out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16800021-113187845575058235?l=scarsstillremain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/feeds/113187845575058235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16800021&amp;postID=113187845575058235' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/113187845575058235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/113187845575058235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/2005/11/oh-how-much-i-miss-him.html' title='oh how much i miss him.'/><author><name>zoe liew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16800021.post-113171054806688680</id><published>2005-11-11T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T20:02:28.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i'm sick. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16800021-113171054806688680?l=scarsstillremain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/feeds/113171054806688680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16800021&amp;postID=113171054806688680' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/113171054806688680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/113171054806688680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>zoe liew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16800021.post-113163664848955287</id><published>2005-11-10T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T23:30:48.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorrys.</title><content type='html'>i'm not sure if u read this blog anymore but i just want to apologise for somethings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry for asking too many questions.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry for adding more probs to your life.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry for ruining your life.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry for making u think that u are a waste of my time but u are not.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry for everything.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry for not looking at u at that day.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry for being a bad friend to u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;hope everything turn out fine for u.&lt;br /&gt;just to let u know, if there is anything, i'm here for u. well if u still want to trust me or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16800021-113163664848955287?l=scarsstillremain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/feeds/113163664848955287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16800021&amp;postID=113163664848955287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/113163664848955287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/113163664848955287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/2005/11/sorrys.html' title='sorrys.'/><author><name>zoe liew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16800021.post-113163004850320302</id><published>2005-11-10T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T21:40:48.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>we need to talk.</title><content type='html'>oh my gosh. i cant believe u actually told her that. why must u tell people that is not true at all? i know u read this blog so please we need to talk about it. and i'm serious about it. i did not even tell u that before but why did u tell ppl that? i'm not going to say names here but please we do really need to talk about it. gosh sometimes i really hate u for what u do. cant u think for once?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16800021-113163004850320302?l=scarsstillremain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/feeds/113163004850320302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16800021&amp;postID=113163004850320302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/113163004850320302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/113163004850320302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/2005/11/we-need-to-talk.html' title='we need to talk.'/><author><name>zoe liew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16800021.post-113138272569414922</id><published>2005-11-08T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T00:58:45.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gosh some people just dont get it. its hard enough being a friend for those that u love and now seeing them hurt and u feel like u cant do anything but to just be angry at one of them. have u ever thought that the other person is hurting as much as that person too? i was in that position before. my own bestfriend telling other people that i'm taking her boyfriend away. i was hurt too that time. its hard. i wanted someone to listen to me and understand me but no one could. if only someone was going through the same thing as me but no one was. i was there alone. i went through it myself. i managed to coz i went up to my bestfriend and talked to her. i found out that she was hurt too. its not coz of me being close to her boyfriend. its because i never spent much time with her. its because i never really understood her what she was going through the same time. the pain where your own best friend was never there for u. the pain where your own best friend never have the time for u. its the pain where your own best friend didnt keep contact with u. both of us were hurt with all this pain. its so hurtful to try figuring her out. trying to understand her. but no she did not make the effort as i did. so now our friendship grown apart. i wish that i could turn back time and fix everything but then again we cant really do that. so for now we should actually appreciate what we have now. i think its better for both of them to solve it themselves. i wished that i could solve mine with her together but now its totally over. its better for them to talk things through so they could actually know how they feel and think about each other. well maybe to u, u'll think differently. i respect it. its not our right to say or do anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16800021-113138272569414922?l=scarsstillremain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/feeds/113138272569414922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16800021&amp;postID=113138272569414922' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/113138272569414922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/113138272569414922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/2005/11/gosh-some-people-just-dont-get-it.html' title=''/><author><name>zoe liew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16800021.post-113137096971615596</id><published>2005-11-07T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T21:46:00.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feelings.</title><content type='html'>people have different kind of ways to release how they feel. there are somethings we cant just express it out. thats why they have their own ways to express it. some people when they get upset or angry, they would bottle up inside and will not let anyone know about it coz they actually dont want the rest to worry about them. but sometimes when someone expresses it out, the others will think that they darn emo. sometimes its just hard to understand one's feelings. i wish there are ways to read someone's feeling and dont have to think or guess so much.&lt;br /&gt;some people would draw or blog to release their feelings. blogging is a good way to release it coz sometimes we do not know how to say it out to people, so we just say it out online. well i sometimes do release it blogging but now i found a new way to release it. Drawing! i draw it out. yup it actually does work. well to me that is. one day i'll post it up if i want to ler. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grrr..i'm quite stress now actually. i got law hw to do. i have to think if i should go for class tmr or not. then i have to think of what to ask mr danesh tmr. grr..decisions wei. so mah fan la to do so many things. grrrr.... haihz i think i better go do my hw now. later only decide if i want to or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16800021-113137096971615596?l=scarsstillremain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/feeds/113137096971615596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16800021&amp;postID=113137096971615596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/113137096971615596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/113137096971615596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/2005/11/feelings.html' title='feelings.'/><author><name>zoe liew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16800021.post-113129178673821409</id><published>2005-11-06T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T23:43:06.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>decisions.</title><content type='html'>decisions decisions decisions!!! so many to make. i need someone to guide me. i dont want to leave at all!! its making me really stress now. sad sad sad. ahhhh!! hope i still get to stay here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16800021-113129178673821409?l=scarsstillremain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/feeds/113129178673821409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16800021&amp;postID=113129178673821409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/113129178673821409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/113129178673821409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/2005/11/decisions.html' title='decisions.'/><author><name>zoe liew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16800021.post-113119998512247962</id><published>2005-11-05T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T22:13:05.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tears.</title><content type='html'>cried. hurt. bleeding. pain. scars. suffering. lies. tears. past. memories. anger. sadness. time will heal me. dont need your concern. i can take care of myself. get away from me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16800021-113119998512247962?l=scarsstillremain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/feeds/113119998512247962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16800021&amp;postID=113119998512247962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/113119998512247962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/113119998512247962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/2005/11/tears.html' title='tears.'/><author><name>zoe liew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16800021.post-113094598115729068</id><published>2005-11-04T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T23:38:00.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the pics i owe.</title><content type='html'>here are some of the pics from jon's birthday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/1600/piccy%20226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/320/piccy%20226.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hahahah..our birthday boy. JON!! hahaha..he just realised the anaconda word there. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/1600/piccy%20199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/320/piccy%20199.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is everyone who went to the dinner. too many to list them all down la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/1600/Image%28107%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/320/Image%28107%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/1600/Image%28108%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/320/Image%28108%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the food!!! yummy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/1600/piccy%20208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/320/piccy%20208.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;jon u lucky ass surrounded by the girls. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now its cc's birthday :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/1600/piccy%20149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/320/piccy%20149.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is us before the dinner started. we were lepaking around the malay house deco in the curve. from top to bottom : me, sara, elaine, michelle, samantha, jox, shae-ree, ivan, and samuel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/1600/piccy%20055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/320/piccy%20055.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yau jun, me, sara, chi jian, shae-ree, and ivan. that stairs is really nice to sit when u're tired. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/1600/piccy%20165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/320/piccy%20165.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is all of us. a blurer pic of us but its all of us in it except cc and penny. from above : yau jun, jox, me, michelle, sara, chi jian, shae-ree, ivan, elaine, donald, daniel, samantha, and samuel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/1600/piccy%20171.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/320/piccy%20171.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is tcc! hehehe..he is a nice friend to have but sometimes he is too nice till it kinda annoys people. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/1600/piccy%20113.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/320/piccy%20113.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;now this is everyone in here. this is when everyone done eating their dinner. hehe..from left to right : sara, donald, lee chee, ivan, elaine, viv, chi jian, samantha, cc, jox, yau jun, michelle, penny, daniel, me, samuel, and shae-ree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now this is the ipoh trip pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/1600/piccy%20229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/320/piccy%20229.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me n jox. playing around with the camera. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/1600/piccy%20230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/320/piccy%20230.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;our driver! hehe..mr samuel wong. thanks samuel for driving us there! oh and sorry too for making alot of noise behind. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/1600/piccy%20237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/320/piccy%20237.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is all of us! hehe..samuel, lee chee, chi jian, jox and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/1600/piccy%20246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/320/piccy%20246.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;i like this pic among all the others. not sure why but it look nice. taken in viv's house. her house is so huge.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/1600/piccy%20289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/320/piccy%20289.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me and jeanie in her house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/1600/piccy%20297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/320/piccy%20297.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ooooo..scary. hahhaa...checking out whats under there. in kellis castle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/1600/piccy%20307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/320/piccy%20307.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;us girls. chris, viv, lee chee, me, jeanie, and jox. on top of the castle. well its not fully build.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/1600/piccy%20333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/320/piccy%20333.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and this all of us after we ate our yummylicious dinner. yup this is the place. its so yummy! thanks aunty! love ya loads!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16800021-113094598115729068?l=scarsstillremain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/feeds/113094598115729068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16800021&amp;postID=113094598115729068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/113094598115729068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/113094598115729068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/2005/11/pics-i-owe.html' title='the pics i owe.'/><author><name>zoe liew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16800021.post-113093102360598147</id><published>2005-11-02T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T19:33:18.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i love jay!</title><content type='html'>oh my gosh i love jay jay jay! hehe..bought his album today. its so good. love love love. his album just released yesterday. weeee! my jay-ness. hehehe..jay jay jay. i love jay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay i think i better stop myself. hehe. today went out to 1u with lee chee, chi jian, viv, and samuel for lunc. its &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;SAMUEL's BIRTHDAY!!!!&lt;/span&gt; hehe..&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAMUEL DEAR!!&lt;/span&gt; anyway, we ate at lunch. the food is so yummy but i ate quite little coz i drank like 2 big glass of lemonade already. its all good. hehe..then jimmy and shae-ree joined us. talk about jimmy makes me wanna laugh. we actually pakat to con him. hahahha. started yesterday, when we started talking about us being gf and bf la. hahaha..he thought i was serious about it and he was so scared till he kept on asking lee chee and chi jian whats he gonna do now? hahahhaa i was laughing and laughing. its so funny. hehe. then today suppose to pretend we are something la, but both of us also darn shy. hahhaa. in the end we told him. hehe. after lunch, me, chi jian, lee chee, shae-ree and jimmy went to play pool. as usual we play pool most of the time. oh ya we saw pei wen too. well she met us la. she came and said hi and all. hehe..nice of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, i went to asia cafe with shae-ree, pony, donald, jox, jimmy and chi jian. went to play pool. hahaha. i won them! weeee!! except jimmy. jimmy is too good for me la. i only played with jox, shae-ree, donald, chi jian and jimmy. hehehe..happy happy me! today its a good day. did i mention that i love jay? hahahhaha &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;JAY JAY JAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16800021-113093102360598147?l=scarsstillremain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/feeds/113093102360598147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16800021&amp;postID=113093102360598147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/113093102360598147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/113093102360598147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-love-jay.html' title='i love jay!'/><author><name>zoe liew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16800021.post-113090955728124676</id><published>2005-11-02T03:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T13:32:37.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>moments.</title><content type='html'>its not wrong to like someone but it hurts to love someone. it hurts so much u hit the rock bottom. there's no light to shining on you, to lead you to the right way. all u ever wanted to do is just stay at the dark corner of your room and cry all your pain out and letting time heals the wound cut so deep inside of you. well, its not wrong to cry for someone u love. but the main point is does he really worth your tears? ask yourself that. does he really care for u? coz if he does he wont hurt u this much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16800021-113090955728124676?l=scarsstillremain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/feeds/113090955728124676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16800021&amp;postID=113090955728124676' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/113090955728124676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/113090955728124676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/2005/11/moments.html' title='moments.'/><author><name>zoe liew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16800021.post-113085613154164378</id><published>2005-11-01T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T19:35:04.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a place called heavan.</title><content type='html'>woke up at 8 in the morning on a monday. bathed. then packed my things. waited for chi jian like for 5 minutes. i was on time but he was late for 4 minutes. hahahha. we left my house at 8.55 so we thought we are going to be late coz we are suppose to meet at jox's house at 9.15. hahaha but too bad we made it in time. we are just 1 minute earlier. hahahaha. how lame am i. but anyway, waited for like 10 minutes in chi jian's car for samuel to arrive with lee chee. we went in the car and off we go to ipoh. during the journey, we kept changing cds to listen. everyone seem to be quite down and couldnt find the right music to bring up the mood. we end up taking pics in the car. hahaha..well mostly me and jox la. samuel was driving so he cant be in the pic. lee chee too tired so she dont want to be in it and chi jian. hmm..i also dunno why he dont want. lucky samuel put a nice track on. heheh..my yaa heee..my yaa hooo..hahaha..its a soundtrack from chicken little. hahaha. then jox and i were dancing in the car. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then around 12, we reached viv's house with the help of her aunt. her aunt is so young and pretty. hehe. ok back to that. we reached her house without her knowing it, then we went to hide. her aunt called her out to help her take things in the car. then as she walked out, we shouted, "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;SURPRISE!!!&lt;/span&gt;" hahaha..she was surprised by us. haha..she nearly cried. she was too happy seeing us. she didnt expect us to visit her. we lepaked around her house for a while. her house is nice! big and nice! very neat. then after a while, we went to eat curry mee in some restaurant near her house. its yummy but i cant tahan. its spicy okay. fine samuel u win. u and your words. =P he said that i will take 2 or 3 bites then i'll finish up the whole glass of drinks edi. well..errr..its true la. i did finish it up after 2 or 3 bites. hehe..i cant tahan la. i gave it away to chi jian. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after lunch, me, chi jian, jox, and cc went into one car and off to jeanie's house. hehe..we got lost in the end. nehhh that cc la. dont want to call for directions and said that he knows the way but in the end we got lost and didnt know where we were going. so in the end he gave up and called jeanie for help. we end up in the volvo showroom. hahaha. me, jox and chi jian went in to check the cars out. pretended to be rich spoil brats looking for cars. hahhaha. we went back to cc's car and waited for jeanie. while waiting in the car, we were listening to one of jay's songs in initial D. it was so sad while listening to it. some more it was raining that time. gosh sad sad sad =( waited for like 10 minutes or so then jeanie came. we followed her car. samuel they all were already there but they went to the swimming club. so we end up going there. sat there and chat for a while. after that we went to jeanie's house for a while. her dogs are so adorable!!! so cutee!!!! hehe..her house is nice and big too. hehe..but kinda messy. hehe..sorry jeanie! hehe..i miss u!! so glad to see u! its been really long i didnt see u. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went off to kellis castle in two cars. me, jox, chi jian, jeanie, and cc in one car and samuel, lee chee, chris (not sure if it is spelt this way) and viv in the other car. there is a story behind this castle. its about a guy building a castle for his wife whom he loved very much. his wife died coz of some sickness, then he stopped building it. heard that he also buried his wife there. its kinda touching but with this story i give it wont touch anyone. hahaha. i'm not sure whats the story about. anyway, got there and checked it out. heard that it was haunted but too bad we went there in the afternoon. its much better if its at night. much scarier. hahaha. the sculptur its good. the way they build it its nice. we took a few pictures there. we went to the top of the building. darn high wei but its really relaxing up there. then we ciaoed to clearwater santuary. its a club. its really really beautiful. seriously it is. i love to stay there. we went there for like pretty short while. its nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went off to buy some food then went back to viv's house. we chilled while waiting for viv to get herself ready. around 7 we left and head off to the restaurant where her dad and aunt waiting for us. wow i really wanna thanks her parents alot. seriously. its like heavan wei eating the food. her parents is really really nice. spending us fresh oysters, fish, crabs, lobsters and many other more. its super yummylicious. its so yummy!! yum yum yum!! wahh talk about it now makes me wanna eat it again. i really appreciate it alot. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;THANKS VIV&lt;/span&gt; for everything!!! &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;THANKS VIV'S PARENTS!!!!&lt;/span&gt; seriously &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;THANK YOU ALL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after dinner, off we head off to KL. viv's aunt showed us the way out to the highway. while following her car, samuel put the windows down and open up the sunroof. lee chee and jox went up and started shouting. we were all shouting in the car saying thanks to viv and her aunt. we kept on shouting &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I LOVE YOU VIV!! I LOVE YOU AUNTY!&lt;/span&gt; seriously we do love u viv and your aunt too. =) we reached at jox's house around 10 something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chi jian fetched lee chee back home. hahaha. its so funny. lee chee showed us the way out. she asked us to go straight down then turn left then go straight all the way. hahahah. then we followed la. after a while, chi jian was like saying, "eh didnt we come here just now?" i was like no la its right la. thats what lee chee say la. then after a while i remembered the mcD. then i'm like "shit wei we going one big round only" hahahha. yes we did go one big round only. hahaha. its so funny la. in the end called lee chee and she directed us out. chi jian fetched me back home. chi jian is really sweet and caring. he went to buy food from ipoh to give to his aunt that took care of him. its really nice of him. went to his aunt's apartment to give it to her but she is not in. he called her son and asked their whereabouts. then went to the restaurant and passed the things to her and send me back home. reached my house around 12 something, bathed and went to bed straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks samuel for driving us there and back. thanks chi jian for fetching me. thanks viv for everything. and also thanks to your aunt for giving us good food. thanks for everything u guys! love u all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll load the pics later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16800021-113085613154164378?l=scarsstillremain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/feeds/113085613154164378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16800021&amp;postID=113085613154164378' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/113085613154164378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/113085613154164378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/2005/11/place-called-heavan.html' title='a place called heavan.'/><author><name>zoe liew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16800021.post-113068359933741013</id><published>2005-10-31T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T22:55:48.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy places.</title><content type='html'>wow. its been so long i never blog. sorry for not updating it! my stupid modem or my house line something wrong. so i cant go online to blog. i didnt know i'll miss blogging so much. hehe. well here i am gonna start blogging! weee! hmm..lets see. there are so many things happening these days. i shall start on tuesday la. its gonna be so long this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;TUESDAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before law class started, samuel came in and told me that yi ling was crying. of coz i was worried about her and went out straight to look for her. yi ling, your welcome =). anytime my friend need a hug i'll be there. hehe. dont worry everything will be fine. just give it time. i know i dont really have the right to say this coz i never been through it before but i know it hurts alot. its good that u let it all out. hehe. oh dun be mad at samuel k? he was just concern about u. ;) oh samuel, thanks for the cd. i love it! how much is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;WEDNESDAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during our 4 hours break, we finally decided to go to ss2 to join michelle and elaine to eat dim sum. it was like kinda the last minute thing. ying roe, ivan, n yau jun didnt join us. it was only me, shae-ree, jox, lee chee, chi jian, and samantha. viv didnt join us coz she was still in mc and she wanted to sleep. so after dim sum, rushed to 1u. well not exactly rush la, but we made it in time to get the tickets. hehe. me and shae-ree went in first. we didnt want to miss out on the hot guys. hahahha. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;GOAL&lt;/span&gt; got alot of hot guys! especially &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DAVID BECKHAM.&lt;/span&gt; wow! he so super hot though it was short while only. its still worth it. hahaha. donald, daniel and pony joined us for the movie. after movie, went play a round of pool with lee chee. oh my gosh!! i cant believe i lost to her wei!!!!! &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;NOOO!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; it was not my day. hmph! nvm LC i will win u one day. not sure when but one day la. as usual we were late for class. not exactly late. mr awang just got in also. he ended the class early, yi ling and pei wen were waiting for me n jox at wp. went in to pei wen's car then off we went to baskin robbins in mont kiara. hehe..nice ice cream but it gave me sore throat!!! sat there and chatted and all. left at around 6. pei wen dropped me back at main block and i went off to somewhere else later on. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;THURSDAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;accounts class was cancelled. so i was free after law class, then i decided to stay back to study. i'm so proud of myself! i did at least one chapter of maths in 1 hour plus. weee! happy happy! then suddenly samuel msged me and asked me if i wanted to join lc they all in ikea. so i said anything lor. so i waited for him to end his class then off we went to ikea. while on the way there in his car, my bro called me. then i was like "SHIT! i forgot to tell uncle mohd. (my driver). i come pick u all up now." then that time we were on the way to the toll edi. samuel kept asking me to keep trying to call and he drove really really slowly. hehe. lucky i got through to my other driver which is nearby my bro's school. YAY!! finally someone there to save me! hehehe. passed toll n off we went to ikea. in the car, we were listening to il divo. they are good i tell u. real good. so reached ikea and hanged around for a while. lc n pony were already playing this scissors-paper-stone-wacking-hand-game-thingy. ouch! darn pain i see they all keep hitting each other hands so pain. samuel played with lc next. they hit each other darn super hard. i can even feel the pain for them. lc's hand was so &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; and it was kinda swollen edi. then derek was talking big and all said that if he hit her sure she will cry and all. hahaha..too bad derek she did not. hahaha. she is one tough chick i tell ya. anyway, after that hang around, then played 3 rounds of truth or dare. all picked dared. pony had to kiss derek on his cheek, viv have to run around the whole place, and shae-ree had to jump 3 times to reach the ceiling. after a while, me and samuel ciao-ed. before we head off to the car park, samuel bought 3 hot dogs. hehe. one for me and 2 for him. its nice and yummy! hehe. thanks samuel for getting it for me. hehe. samuel dropped me off at main block and i went back home after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;p.s. samuel pls drive carefully! i'm worried about u.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;FRIDAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday its like the longest day. went for the maths extra class at 8. ms. ow was really good at teaching maths. like what jox said in her blog, her class its so much easier to understand than sheila's class. so after maths, me, elaine and samantha head back to my house for tuition. while waiting for my teacher to come, we started taking pics. well what to do, u put girls in a room with a camera phone will end up us being vain. hahahhaa.&lt;br /&gt;after tuition, we were suppose to wait for the rest of them to go to midvalley first. while waiting we had nothing better to do, elaine suddenly said, "eh sam, u got mascara and eyeliner?" i didnt hear it first but sam was kinda giving her a look. a surprise look. hahah. funny wei. then elaine asked me "zuyi u got mascara rite?" then i took and give it to her. i didnt have eyeliner in my room so i went to my mum's instead. all three of us were too busy putting make up on we didnt realise the time. hehe. then off we went to midvalley. i tell u, i was quite pissed when i reached there. i couldnt find for a single parking space! its so annoying! but at last i found it.&lt;br /&gt;went up to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;ALL STARS.&lt;/span&gt; everyone was there. penny, li xia, jon, samuel, viv, lee chee, shae-ree, samantha, donald, daniel, cc, chanel (not too sure how to spell her name), jox, elaine and some other people which i cant really remember their name. some of us chilled at the table and then some of us chilled at the pool table. as usual i'm at the pool table there. i lost to daniel!! daniel tan its not over yet! hahaha. then after a while went off to poh kong coz elaine and daniel wanted to pierce their ears. hahahah. its so funny the way daniel reacted with it. hahaha. its too bad i dont have the pic of it. gosh daniel look so yeng with it wei. seriously he does. then we got back there, everyone was done with their food, we hang a little while more. then time for blowing cake!! this lunch thing was actually li xia's belated birthday. hehe. happy belated birthday li xia!! finally i get to TRASH lee chee! muahahhaa. but then i lost to her at the last round. grrrr. nvm i will accept it. hehe..oh oh before i forget, i want to thanks samuel again! hehe..thanks for the cd. i love it!&lt;br /&gt;went to lee chee's house after that. lepaked around her room for a while. thanks lee chee for following me and letting me go to your house and also belanja-ing me bubur cha cha. hahahah. really appreciate it alot! muaks!&lt;br /&gt;went to 1u around 6 something. meet up with the rest of the people in yippee cup. elaine, jox, daniel, shae-ree, samuel, and viv were already there. so after a while, donald, pony, samantha, cc, chi jian and jimmy came. then off we went to the fun fair!! hehe..didnt play much game there coz i was wearing a mini skirt. shit wei darn regret for not wearing a pants. anyway, i still had fun. tried the lucky number thing with lee chee, i guess we dont have the luck for that. =( didnt get to win anything. sob sob. then the haunted house. hahahha. such a stupid thing. not even scary at all. hahaha. in the end it sprayed water to all of us. hahaha. oh oh i played bumper car with lee chee and jimmy. hahahha so fun!! weeee! bang bang! hahahha. in the end lee chee went to play the challenger with elaine. wahhh she darn daring la. wear skirt also can. hehe. it was so sweet of chi jian too. hehe. he tried to win something for lc but end up winning a small dog for her. hehe. awwww..&lt;br /&gt;around 11 something, me and elaine decided to go back home but then suddenly my stupid gastric hit me. darn freaking pain! i didnt want them to care so much about me but i cant tahan that time. samuel offered to drive me home then jimmy's car follow behind. at first i didnt want to coz it was too troublesome but they keep insisting on it. i cant do anything. so i just follow only. on the way back to my house, samuel stopped by in a petrol station and viv got down to get me some food. reached home around 12 something. then they went to tmn megah to meet up the rest. i went to bed straight away. then suddenly i remembered that i have to eat something first. so i got up ate abit of the bread viv bought me and drank the milk. after that, bath and went to bed. i never felt so tired before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big thanks to viv, lee chee, chi jian, samuel and jimmy for doing all that for me. i really appreciate it. i'm so sorry for putting u guys into so much trouble just to make sure i reach home safely. thanks alot. really love u guys! and i'm sorry for disappointing u guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16800021-113068359933741013?l=scarsstillremain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/feeds/113068359933741013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16800021&amp;postID=113068359933741013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/113068359933741013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/113068359933741013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-places.html' title='happy places.'/><author><name>zoe liew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16800021.post-113015585723081926</id><published>2005-10-25T11:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T20:10:57.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>gosh i just wish someone would understand how i feel right now. i myself not sure what i'm going through now. hopefully i'll find the answers to whatever i'm going through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16800021-113015585723081926?l=scarsstillremain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/feeds/113015585723081926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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everyone keep saying that time heals everything. yes its true but sometimes it does not fully heal it. the wounds are still there. no matter what it somehow leave the scars there. we opened up our hearts to our loved ones but we are the one getting hurt in the end. its hard to let go of something that really meant in our lives. the moments we've been through ups and downs together. its hard letting go all of the memories we had together. i wished that i could turn back time so i could fix everything but then its no use looking back at the past. its really hard to stop thinking about it. thinking whats gone wrong. why would does it end this way. all sort of questions. its hard finding for an answer when u're going through it.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes when we try too hard to let go off something, we cant forget it. it just keep popping in your head. all those times together. but when u actually dont try letting it go, it will slowly fade off though the memories that we had together will always remain in our hearts. the scars left behind are those times we had together. so now i'm letting it go. i'm over it. i have to give myself a chance. why mourn over a person that doesnt appreciate u right? why keep holding on to the past? we have to look forward in what the future will bring us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16800021-112999381587931976?l=scarsstillremain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/feeds/112999381587931976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16800021&amp;postID=112999381587931976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/112999381587931976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/112999381587931976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/2005/10/time-heals.html' title='time heals.'/><author><name>zoe liew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16800021.post-112996434081484070</id><published>2005-10-23T05:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T14:59:00.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some birthdays.</title><content type='html'>here are the pics from my sister's friend's birthday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/1600/Image%28100%291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/320/Image%28100%291.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;aint this kid cute? he so cute!! awww i love kids. i kept on looking at him during the party. he is just so adorable! he's so small then when he walk its like he cant balance himself. hehe..cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/1600/Image%28098%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/320/Image%28098%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;another cute kid! awwww! hehe..so cute! she walks on her toes. dont know why. hmm..but she very shy. always stick to her kakak. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/1600/Image%28104%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/320/Image%28104%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the twins. they dont really look cute here but i was kinda surprise when i see both of them. i thought i saw wrongly but when they stand together my eyes were like 0.O twins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/1600/Image%28102%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/320/Image%28102%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/1600/Image%28105%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/320/Image%28105%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the cake is so beautiful. my gosh. this is one of the girl's birthday cake. its so nice. if i'm the little girl i wouldnt cut the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/1600/Image%28103%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/320/Image%28103%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/1600/Image%28106%291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/320/Image%28106%291.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is the guy's cake. my sister's friend's cake. look at it. isnt it nice? both the cakes are from coffee beans. didnt know they do such cakes like this. i wish i have a birthday cake like that.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16800021-112996434081484070?l=scarsstillremain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/feeds/112996434081484070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16800021&amp;postID=112996434081484070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/112996434081484070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/112996434081484070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/2005/10/some-birthdays.html' title='some birthdays.'/><author><name>zoe liew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16800021.post-112996327903540203</id><published>2005-10-23T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T14:41:19.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yum!</title><content type='html'>just got back from breakfast with samuel. he came pick me up and off we left to sri petaling for dim sum. before that he had to send my bro to the lrt station. i was suppose to send him there but then i woke up late then have to get ready and all. so by the time i was ready samuel was there already. so its really nice of him to send my bro. the dim sum was good! hehe..especially the salad prawn. yummy! hehe..but ate little. wasnt that hungry. maybe it was because i was still sleepy. anyway, thanks samuel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm back home. hmm..i should catch up with my sisters now. my bro is not home so cannot talk to me. bye. i'm off to their room now. hehe..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16800021-112996327903540203?l=scarsstillremain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/feeds/112996327903540203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16800021&amp;postID=112996327903540203' title='0 Comments'/><link 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center point. sat down and chatted all the way. pony and daniel was so darn lost. lee chee was still in her little world. hahahah. but it was all great.&lt;br /&gt;then after lunch with my mum, went to damansara jaya to meet the rest of the people in the cyber cafe. i got lost at first. but lucky i got my friends to show me the way. hehe. thanks u guys! so went there, lepak around. the girls seem to be quite bored. waiting there for the guys to finish. around 3 something they finished their game and off we left to 1u.&lt;br /&gt;wow i tell u, it was so freaking pack. its so darn hard to find parking but manage to. lee chee la go take my car park space. hahaha..just kidding girl. anyway, went to wongkok to eat. not sure to call that late lunch or early early dinner. oh oh i saw jack. my kinda lost friend. hahaha. he looks hot the last time i saw him but now not that hot anymore. =( he was with his girlfriend though. hehe. so cute. anyway, got quite emo there and was kinda stress. nearly smoke but lucky i never coz i remembered my uncle. the uncle which i love alot. so i kinda wasted one cigarette. sorry daniel! hehe..will pay u back if u wanna. so after eating, we went to play pool.&lt;br /&gt;hahahha. i bet u daniel tan!! I WIN YOU!!!! hahahaha. so happy! but i lost to him at first. lost to samuel too. =( but i won u the second round daniel! hahahha but after that got kinda tired to play edi. so not much mood to play. hahaha. wong chi jian i not yet play with u! one day we will.&lt;br /&gt;oh ya i lost to donald liew! darn sad wei. hmph..u lucky only coz i got no mood to play that time. next time too! hahaha..how about next wed?&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i'm kinda tired now and gonna watch THE MAID with my sisters and brother. so i'll blog next time. hmm..wonder when will i get the pics from everyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16800021-112989859465902869?l=scarsstillremain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/feeds/112989859465902869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16800021&amp;postID=112989859465902869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/112989859465902869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/112989859465902869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/2005/10/just-because.html' title='just because.'/><author><name>zoe liew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16800021.post-112982340900805885</id><published>2005-10-21T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T23:50:09.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hurt.</title><content type='html'>it hurts to see your friend cry,&lt;br /&gt;it hurts to see your friend hurt,&lt;br /&gt;and all you do was stand there,&lt;br /&gt;beside her comforting her,&lt;br /&gt;telling her that everything will be fine,&lt;br /&gt;giving her a hug,&lt;br /&gt;hopefully she feels better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it hurts to see your loved one walking out of our life,&lt;br /&gt;after all those ups and downs we been through together,&lt;br /&gt;the stupid mistakes we made in our life,&lt;br /&gt;thrown out the window just like that,&lt;br /&gt;without giving the others another chance,&lt;br /&gt;where all the while i've given u more than one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it hurts to see that your friends used your trust,&lt;br /&gt;where all the while you trusted that fella 100%,&lt;br /&gt;saying that he will never spill anything out,&lt;br /&gt;but yet those are just empty promises,&lt;br /&gt;that are never been kept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it hurts to see your loved one fights,&lt;br /&gt;hurting each other with words,&lt;br /&gt;anger taking over them,&lt;br /&gt;saying those words that are unpleasant,&lt;br /&gt;making things worst than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh, i just wish that things dont get so complicated. cant it be any more simplier? is there such word anyway? oh well i dont care. i just wish i have the answers for everything. i hate how things hurt me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16800021-112982340900805885?l=scarsstillremain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/feeds/112982340900805885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16800021&amp;postID=112982340900805885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/112982340900805885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/112982340900805885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/2005/10/hurt.html' title='hurt.'/><author><name>zoe liew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16800021.post-112972337022169940</id><published>2005-10-20T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T20:02:50.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday chin chuan!</title><content type='html'>happy birthday CC!!!&lt;br /&gt;gosh i'm so freaking tired now. just got back from the dinner thing with the guys. well 17 ppl came. lee chee, viv, sammy, elaine, michelle, shae-ree, jox, penny, sara, samuel, donald, daniel, yau jun, ivan, chi jian, me and the main person, CC!&lt;br /&gt;went to marche in the curve there. took pictures with the kampung house displayed in the center of the shopping mall. then after went to makan.&lt;br /&gt;wow there is alot of food to eat. ALOT! its so hard to choose what is nice and what u feel like eating. while we were eating, yi ling dropped by for a while to say wish cc and stayed for a while to chat. after that she went home coz her mum was waiting for her. how nice of her to drop by.&lt;br /&gt;so after eating, we started taking pictures and all and chatted. all happy and enjoying the time especially cc when we bring out the cake. he looks so happy! heheh..then he made a speech saying how grateful he met us and all and thanks everyone to come. he's glad to meet us. awwww..thats so nice..hehe..dont worry there is still more to come!! ;) then we took pictures again. how vain can we be man? hehehe..&lt;br /&gt;the pictures i'll post it up next time when dunno who send it to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16800021-112972337022169940?l=scarsstillremain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/feeds/112972337022169940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16800021&amp;postID=112972337022169940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/112972337022169940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/112972337022169940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-birthday-chin-chuan.html' title='happy birthday chin chuan!'/><author><name>zoe liew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16800021.post-112964890387625825</id><published>2005-10-19T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T23:21:43.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCKER SO HAI!</title><content type='html'>i dont give a shit about it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;u bloody fucker asshole.&lt;br /&gt;how can u treat your girlfriend that way?&lt;br /&gt;have u ever once appreciate her at all?&lt;br /&gt;NO! u have to go FFKED her god knows how many times.&lt;br /&gt;not only that u even LIED to her.&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE FUCK MAN???&lt;br /&gt;not only that, how could u actually scold your girlfriend right in front of everyone?&lt;br /&gt;she is not the one with the attitude problem.&lt;br /&gt;its u bloody sohai with the fucking attitude problem.&lt;br /&gt;FUCK U! u can go to hell. actually hell also dont even suit u.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16800021-112964890387625825?l=scarsstillremain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/feeds/112964890387625825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16800021&amp;postID=112964890387625825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/112964890387625825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/112964890387625825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/2005/10/fucker-so-hai.html' title='FUCKER SO HAI!'/><author><name>zoe liew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16800021.post-112937165982293317</id><published>2005-10-16T09:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T18:20:59.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>over protectionalism.</title><content type='html'>this is for my good friend. she is totally in love with this guy till she dont realise what he did was too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when a person is overly controlling, it gives off the impression that you dont trust your girlfriend/boyfriend. if she wants to go out with her friends, then let her go. who are you to tell her that she's been going out too often? she has a dad and i'm sure thats more than enough. even her parents also never complain about her going out so often. she knows the way back and she knows how to take care of herself. she dont need someone else to advicing her on her every move, you are not so great yourself and why dont you take the time you spend pissing her off to catch up on your grades? the more you dont trust her and feel the need to control her, the more she has to lie to do things she wants causing you to mistrust her even more when you find out. and its so dumb to think that holding her back from going out with a bunch of her friends is going to help her not to cheat on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how could she fall in love with you? for one i have no idea how and why. people call it love, i presume. something that my friends and i can never understand but as friends we go all out to support her by advicing her again and again. but you couldnt think of a better way but to be an asshole..to call her friend, not only lying to her but lied to her friends. is this how u treat  your love ones?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really still dont get it why. i mean come on a boyfriend that loves his girlfriend will not do all this kinda things to her. a boyfriend will never make his girlfriend cry. do u know how much she actually cry for u? for one example, the tony and guy thing. i dont need to say it here. i think to some ppl they know what happened. but again, you dont have the rights to go all the way there and shout at her. she have her own pride too. even her parents did not say anything about what time she is going home and all. what seems to be a big problem then? its all because u dont trust her. u scared that she meets someone else better u. u scared that she will leave u one day for that person. is that it? maybe it is. if its not, then it wont be such a big problem getting her hair cut and dyed by this guy, its her hair for goodness sake. its her time! just let her do what she wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;over protective doesnt mean that your a confident guy and all the girls like this kinda guys. your wrong. a girl likes a guy when the guy is confident and trust her alot. he wouldnt be asking her alot of questions and stopping her from going out from her friends. she needs her own space and freedom. its not like your married to her or anything. even married couples do not do that. when you're over protective, it really makes  you look insecure and pathethic. deep inside, you know that girls like confident guys, and that being an asshole will make her like you less. but in this case, she is still young and you're taking advantage of it. and that might be the part of the reason why you feel like you need to be controlling, is that because  girls cheat on pussies with confident manly men, and you dont want that to happen to you. why dont you be a better boyfriend? if you were a manly man, they wouldnt cheat on you with a pussy, you'd be everything they are looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems like the only good thing that comes out from being controlling boyfriend is that you show you really care about her, or at least about not loosing her. unfortunately, there are much better ways to show her that you care for her. and everyone including her knows this. instead of showing her you care by getting mad at her when she goes out with her friends, or talking to a guy or taking a pic with another guy, why not get her something sweet like flowers or surprise her with gifts. or make her dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just saying that if you know she loves you, then be confident in that and trust her more instead of being an pussy asshole bitch. i dont care if you hate me after reading this but i'm just speaking the truth. i trusted you at first and i actually take u as a friend but u did this to me. its over the line.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16800021-112937165982293317?l=scarsstillremain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/feeds/112937165982293317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16800021&amp;postID=112937165982293317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/112937165982293317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/112937165982293317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/2005/10/over-protectionalism.html' title='over protectionalism.'/><author><name>zoe liew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16800021.post-112936572980642626</id><published>2005-10-16T07:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T17:41:44.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boyfriend.</title><content type='html'>just wanted to dedicate this song to someone. especially the chorus part. its just a misunderstanding between us. after what happen on thursday, i'm sure you dont like me. i can see that very clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Boyfriend"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by ahslee simpson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha, Ha, Ha,&lt;br /&gt;Ha, Ha, Ha,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatcha been doin'? Whatcha been doin'?&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, whoa,&lt;br /&gt;Haven't seen ya 'round,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How you been feelin'? How you been feelin'?&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, Whoa,&lt;br /&gt;Dont you bring me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that shit about me,&lt;br /&gt;being with him,&lt;br /&gt;cant believe,&lt;br /&gt;all the lies that you told,&lt;br /&gt;just to ease your own soul,&lt;br /&gt;but i'm bigger than that,&lt;br /&gt;no, you dont have my back,&lt;br /&gt;no, no, HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, how long till the music drowns you out?&lt;br /&gt;dont put words up in my mouth,&lt;br /&gt;i didnt steal your boyfriend,&lt;br /&gt;hey, how long till you face what's goin' on,&lt;br /&gt;cause you really got it wrong,&lt;br /&gt;i didnt steal your boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i'm sorry,&lt;br /&gt;that he called me,&lt;br /&gt;and that i answered the telephone,&lt;br /&gt;dont be worried,&lt;br /&gt;i'm not with him,&lt;br /&gt;and when i go out tonight,&lt;br /&gt;i'm going home alone,&lt;br /&gt;just got back from my tour,&lt;br /&gt;i'm a mess girl for sure,&lt;br /&gt;all i want is some fun,&lt;br /&gt;guess that i'd better run,&lt;br /&gt;hollywood sucks you in,&lt;br /&gt;but it wont spit me out,&lt;br /&gt;whoa whoa, HA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, how long till the music drowns you out?&lt;br /&gt;dont put words up in my mouth,&lt;br /&gt;i didnt steal your boyfriend,&lt;br /&gt;hey, how long till you face what's goin' on,&lt;br /&gt;cause you really got it wrong,&lt;br /&gt;i didnt steal your boyfriend,&lt;br /&gt;hey, how long till you look at your own life,&lt;br /&gt;instead of looking into mine,&lt;br /&gt;i didnt steal your boyfriend,&lt;br /&gt;hey, how long till you're leaving me alone,&lt;br /&gt;dont you got somewhere to go?&lt;br /&gt;i didnt steal your boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoa, whoa, whoa ha&lt;br /&gt;whoa, whoa, whoa ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please stop telling all your friends,&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting sick of them,&lt;br /&gt;always staring at me like i took him from ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, how long till the music drowns you out?&lt;br /&gt;dont put words up in my mouth,&lt;br /&gt;i didnt steal your boyfriend,&lt;br /&gt;hey, how long till you face what's going on&lt;br /&gt;cause you really got it wrong,&lt;br /&gt;i didnt steal your boyfriend,&lt;br /&gt;hey, how long till you look at your own life,&lt;br /&gt;instead of looking into mine,&lt;br /&gt;i didnt steal your boyfriend,&lt;br /&gt;hey, how long till you're leaving me alone,&lt;br /&gt;dont you got somewhere to go?&lt;br /&gt;i didnt steal your boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoa, whoa, whoa ha&lt;br /&gt;i didnt steal your boyfriend,&lt;br /&gt;whoa, whoa, whoa ha&lt;br /&gt;whoa, i didnt steal your boyfriend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16800021-112936572980642626?l=scarsstillremain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/feeds/112936572980642626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16800021&amp;postID=112936572980642626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/112936572980642626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/112936572980642626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/2005/10/boyfriend.html' title='boyfriend.'/><author><name>zoe liew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16800021.post-112934052901503162</id><published>2005-10-16T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T16:57:09.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>days ago.</title><content type='html'>wow its been three days i didnt blog. well not including today. yesterday short lazy post is also not counted as one. so anyway, now its like 9.24am and i feel like blogging. so here it goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on wednesday, we all planned to go to 1u to surprise &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;jon&lt;/span&gt; for his birthday. we didnt come up with a plan at first. then during the 2 hours break on wednesday. the plan is &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;jon&lt;/span&gt; will think that he is only going out with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;ying roe&lt;/span&gt;. he didnt expect to see us there. and us will be there but separated in different places. so at first &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;jon&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;ying roe &lt;/span&gt;take their time walking back to main block so that we could have enough time to be there and be at our stations. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;jon&lt;/span&gt; went there and then&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; shae-ree &lt;/span&gt;called to ask where they are and all. then offered them if they wanted the get one free ticket coupon. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;jon&lt;/span&gt; then suppose to meet us there at burger king at the old wing. so he have to walk all the way there and guess what? he met &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;penny&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;li xia&lt;/span&gt;. then &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;penny&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;li xia&lt;/span&gt; said that me, donald and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;shae-ree&lt;/span&gt; is at topshop. so &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;jon&lt;/span&gt; called her and ask about our whereabouts. then he came to meet us to take it. shae told him that we saw &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;ivan&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;peng&lt;/span&gt; they all and they are having his BIG present so he have to go and meet them there. so he went all the way there then he saw noone there. ivan messaged him and said that the movie started and all and he had to go look for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;lee chee&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;viv &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;samuel&lt;/span&gt; at giant to get it. the rest of us who had done their part when up to the bowling area. but when &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;jon &lt;/span&gt;met up with them, they said that they passed it to &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;jox&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;jox&lt;/span&gt; just left. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;jon&lt;/span&gt; called &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;jox&lt;/span&gt; and asked where she is. so she said that she was in fcuk and ask him to meet him there. so he came all the way there, saw &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;jox&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;cc&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;jox&lt;/span&gt; act stupid about the present thing and didnt know there was a present. actually i got no idea how it came up to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;chi jian&lt;/span&gt;'s part. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;chi jian&lt;/span&gt;'s part was the last stop of all which is the bowling area. he came in there and then we wanted to shout surprise but then we failed. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;jon&lt;/span&gt; knew about it the whole time. he knew when he saw &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;cc&lt;/span&gt;'s car in wp HELP. so wasted man! such a small detail and its wasted. anyway, after that we went to italianise to eat dinner. ordered food, sat there and chatted and taking pics. after dinner, then the guys got nothing better to do, they challenged each other in who can drink the most. they suppose to drink till 18 glass coz it was &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;jon's &lt;/span&gt;18th birthday. so they did till only 10 then &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;jon &lt;/span&gt;gave up. then three other guys still drinking. then they started putting 30 bucks in and see who can drink the most now. one guy gave up. then its only &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;samuel&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;peng &lt;/span&gt;left. drank till the 14th glass, both also cannot tahan already. standing up trying to get some air to breathe. then suddenly bluek! vomits all over the table. it was actually &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;peng &lt;/span&gt;vomitted. it was so disgusting. i nearly vomitted too seeing all that puke everywhere. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;YUCK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;disgusting man. after all the cleaning up and all, we sang birthday song and he blew the cake. how nice of &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;ivan&lt;/span&gt; to push &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;jon's&lt;/span&gt; head down to the cake. hehehe. can see his nose on the cake. hahahha. there is a pic of it. after that me and &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;jox &lt;/span&gt;went home first. the pics for this birthday will be posted later when i got the pics from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man i'm lazy again. look at it. its so LONG! hahaha..fine fine the next post will be up soon. it will be up today. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16800021-112934052901503162?l=scarsstillremain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/feeds/112934052901503162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16800021&amp;postID=112934052901503162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/112934052901503162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/112934052901503162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/2005/10/days-ago.html' title='days ago.'/><author><name>zoe liew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16800021.post-112930386240161199</id><published>2005-10-15T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T23:31:02.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lazy.</title><content type='html'>i'm lazy to blog now. so i'm going to blog something tmr. its been three days i didnt blog. well this dont consider as one post. just wanna say that i'm lazy to blog now. my head cant think straight now. so tmr i'll blog. bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16800021-112930386240161199?l=scarsstillremain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/feeds/112930386240161199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16800021&amp;postID=112930386240161199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/112930386240161199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/112930386240161199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/2005/10/lazy.html' title='lazy.'/><author><name>zoe liew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16800021.post-112903116462445544</id><published>2005-10-12T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T19:48:35.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some things.</title><content type='html'>sometimes, you think that all your friends are there for you but they are not actually THERE there for you. they only can be there for you to talk to but when you need someone to hug, they are not there. so can they actually say that they are there for you? i mean yea its nice to know when your friends are there for you to listen to your problems and all. but what if when you really needed someone THERE to hug or comfort you, will they be there? its hard to say. right now i wished someone's here for me so i can just hug that person and start saying everything out. there for me to release all my anger. i'm grateful to have all my friends. they've been great. each and everyone have their own unique way. thats what make them great. well can say that they are there for you at some certain ways. thanks u guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today, i went to watch Saint Ange. OMG that show &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;SUCKS&lt;/span&gt;. totally sucks. it doesnt have a plot and there is no meaning to it. not only that, the show is not even scary. dont even know what to categorize that show. geez wasted 6 bucks. hahahaha. dont watch that show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ya before i go i want to say &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;THANK YOU WANG SHAE-REE!!!&lt;/span&gt; thanks for making me breakfast. i'm darn freaking full wei till i never even eat lunch. then dinner also never eat much coz of your big breakfast. your BIG breakfast is XXL wei. to be honest, i kinda miss the french toast now. *yummy* thanks again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16800021-112903116462445544?l=scarsstillremain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16800021.post-112895814848119003</id><published>2005-10-11T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T23:29:08.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lets pray.</title><content type='html'>hey, i know some of you guys are not a fan of beckhams but can u all like just take a minute to pray for david beckham's middle son, Romeo. he have high fever and its twice in four days time already. so lets just pray he gets better soon. he is just only three years old. i'll pray for u everyday. get well soon Romeo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16800021-112895814848119003?l=scarsstillremain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/feeds/112895814848119003/comments/default' 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type='html'>hey. just wanted to say sorry to someone. didnt mean to hurt her. actually in fact i dont even know what was going on. so i just want to say i'm sorry. sorry jox!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not gonna post anything else today. not in the mood to write anything here. anyway, dim sum was good today =). the salad prawn was super yummy. had a great time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16800021-112894474721701352?l=scarsstillremain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/feeds/112894474721701352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16800021&amp;postID=112894474721701352' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/112894474721701352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/112894474721701352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/2005/10/sorry.html' title='sorry.'/><author><name>zoe liew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16800021.post-112891024159002482</id><published>2005-10-11T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T10:10:41.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dim Sum</title><content type='html'>weeee!! going to dim sum soon. now waiting for everyone to come over to my house. then we head off to dim sum. sorry jox i had to do this. chin zhen asked me to. at least you get something in return. well there still is plenty of time for us to go eat there right? anyway, i have to go now. they are here already. bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16800021-112891024159002482?l=scarsstillremain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/feeds/112891024159002482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16800021&amp;postID=112891024159002482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/112891024159002482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/112891024159002482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/2005/10/dim-sum.html' title='Dim Sum'/><author><name>zoe liew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16800021.post-112885069280598578</id><published>2005-10-10T08:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T17:38:12.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday my dearest!</title><content type='html'>JUSTIN HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! hmm..wonder if u read this blog or not. anyway, just in case if you do, at least you know that i still remember when its your birthday. hehe. big boy lor. dont be too naughty. hehehe..anyway, Happy birthday! i really really miss u now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, went to hartamas to send my youngest sister for her friend's birthday party at burger king. oh my gosh. the small kids are so cute!! so adorable! ahhhh i want kids on my own too! but i hate the pain. dont wanna go through it. oh oh and the cake is so pretty and nice. if i'm the birthday girl i wouldnt want to cut it. its so pretty. then see all the kids playing games. awww they are just so cute! i miss playing the musical chairs. dont you all miss that? i want to play! can anyone play with me? then the freezing thingy game. you know where they play the music then you keep moving around or dance and when the music stops, you stop too. oh man i want to play all the kiddie's game. so unfair for us. is it really weird if we want to play the kids' game? their game is so much fun than ours. hahahahah. anyway, i'll post the pics of the cake and the kids later when donald return to me my cable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16800021-112885069280598578?l=scarsstillremain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/feeds/112885069280598578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16800021&amp;postID=112885069280598578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/112885069280598578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/112885069280598578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-birthday-my-dearest_09.html' title='Happy Birthday my dearest!'/><author><name>zoe liew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16800021.post-112883004898912059</id><published>2005-10-10T02:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T18:16:45.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>oh man. been very lazy to update the blog. seriously. yesterday, as i was sitting here, decided to blog something but i keep typing then deleting it. i go through it like dont know how many times already. so today, i think i'm going to just write something in here. at least something la. this could be it too but nah it wont be. hmm..lets see what to blog here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my theory : never to trust someone 100%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not saying that a person cant trust another. yea you can but not fully thats all. i've been through it before where i trust this person 100% but in the end he betrayed me. its like you yourself sure know that he/she wont tell on you but not everyone are like that. sometimes even your own best friend or someone close to you could betray you. but sometimes we have to trust someone but not just fully trust. you know with all your personal stuffs and all. coz you think that you know that person really really well but end up that person did something really hurtful to you. seriously its very hurtful when someone you really trust did this to you. after that incident, i never really trusted anyone 100%. well with my personal stuffs. other than that yea i do trust all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay change topic. i seriously got no idea what i just typed up there but who cares. at least there is something there than nothing right? anyway, yesterday i went out to 1u to meet up with shae-ree, chi jian, jox, jon, cc, donald, viv and donald. they went to eat dim sum before that. i was suppose to go but then lazy to go and had to do something else before that. so i met up with them to watch sky high. hahaha. that show quite nice. its funny la. stupid shae-ree or chi jian either one of you keep throwing popcorn at me. evil evil! anyway, after movie, went wongkok to yam cha. just sit down there and chat. hahaha i remember charlie's angel. hahahha. somemore with the pose. funny. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;bloody hell man nowadays small kids smoking and dressing up like slut like that. what is wrong with this world? haihz. dont they know that smoking is really bad for health? geez later get cancer baru tau.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, jox and chi jian left coz jox had to be in somewhere at 5.30. it was nice of shae-ree and donald to stay back with me till my brother finish watching his show. we played pool and that pushing pushing game in the arcade. not sure whats that call. donald one day we will win you in pool! one day! you just wait. hahahaha. right shae-ree? went back home, went out for dinner then send parents off to airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay! i just watched finish laguna beach episode 11 of season 2. weeee! its so nice! oh man i want to see the next one. its gonna be so good. LC and Stephen. awww. i want them to be together. please please let them be together. oh man i cant wait! episode 12 here i come! hahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16800021-112883004898912059?l=scarsstillremain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/feeds/112883004898912059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16800021&amp;postID=112883004898912059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/112883004898912059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/112883004898912059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>zoe liew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16800021.post-112873541695573711</id><published>2005-10-08T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T09:36:56.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pics.</title><content type='html'>here are the pics taken on thursday at wongkok:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/1600/donald%27s%20party%200611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/320/donald%27s%20party%200611.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/1600/donald%27s%20party%20070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/320/donald%27s%20party%20070.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is donzhai, our birthday boy! hehehe..smile to the camera! drink drink drink. big big glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/1600/donald%27s%20party%200391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/320/donald%27s%20party%200391.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;woah the big yin yong drink. its so huge. @_@. hahahha. from lower left to right are jocelyn, yi ling, donald, daniel and viv, from the upper left to right are michelle, shae-ree, me, elaine, lee chee and sam. chhheeeessseee!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/1600/Image039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/320/Image039.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;housie! hehee..look at our pretty houses on their pretty heads. hehehe..housie housie. its so pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/1600/donald%27s%20party%20035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/320/donald%27s%20party%20035.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;aiyo this also want to fight with our birthday boy for that drink. haihz. lucky donald was being generous. hahahahhahaha. lee chee, sam, donald and elaine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/1600/donald%27s%20party%20049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/320/donald%27s%20party%20049.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;yum yum! food! thanks shae-ree for feeding me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/1600/donald%27s%20party%20038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/320/donald%27s%20party%20038.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;awww donald getting a kiss from daniel. thats so sweet. daniel u dont have to show everyone your other side of u. we already know. hahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/1600/donald%27s%20party%20048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/320/donald%27s%20party%20048.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oh man! this is bad. little boys and girls dont do this at home. lee chee molesting shae-ree. wonder why sam seem not to care about it. so boys and girls when u see this go help that person. hahahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16800021-112873541695573711?l=scarsstillremain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/feeds/112873541695573711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16800021&amp;postID=112873541695573711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/112873541695573711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/112873541695573711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/2005/10/pics.html' title='pics.'/><author><name>zoe liew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16800021.post-112861626598649494</id><published>2005-10-07T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T00:31:05.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Donzhai!</title><content type='html'>before i wanna start. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DONALD!!!&lt;/span&gt; hehehe..we surprised him today =). the plan was me, shae-ree, donald, daniel and jox suppose to go watch movie. then i was suppose to say that i could not make it and jox didnt feel like going. then when donald drop jox home, i have to go to her house to pick her up and head to 1u. at the same time, lee chee, viv and sam suppose to go to 1u to buy the cake and meet us at wongkok char chan tang. when shae-ree, donald and daniel reached 1u, shae-ree suppose to delay time and distract donald while everyone else meet there. we went to wongkok coz can get "yin yong" for free. its not only that its big too! so everyone else could share it too. lucky it was donad's birthday if not we couldnt get it. this was the original plan but suddenly something came up. yi ling also planned something for donald. so it clashes with ours. so we changed it. so now it was still me, shae-ree, donald, daniel and jox going for a movie but this time i'll be saying that i have to do something first and jox said that she got to do something for her church. so i'm suppose to fetch jox to her church and settle my friends problem. then with that, in lee chee's car, sam, viv and yi ling is in it. this time was to go to yi ling's house to pick up the cake she actually baked for him. aww that is so nice. i wish i know how to bake a cake too or at least someone bake a cake for me =).  anyway, we manage to keep it to plan. i reached there and called them up. meet up with shae-ree they all while the rest get everything in order in wongkok. then wasted sometime and manage to get donald to go to wongkok and eat. weeee! this is the fun part. as we enter wongkok, there's this table where everyone was sitting there with their menus up. it was suppose to cover them but it was darn obvious. i could see sam's head keep popping up and looking at us. lucky donald was blur enough to not notice it. hhehe..then as we approach the table next to it, everyone shouted "&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;SURPRISE!!!&lt;/span&gt;" hahahaha..he was surprise alright. we tooked few pictures as usual. then we shared the big big drink. it was so huge. then we ate the cake. yummy! hehe..but i was too full. it was great to see someone so shock and happy at the same time seeing your friends doing all this for u. donald, once again &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;/span&gt; hope u had a great time. i'll post the pics up on the next post. hmm..whose birhtday is next?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16800021-112861626598649494?l=scarsstillremain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/feeds/112861626598649494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16800021&amp;postID=112861626598649494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/112861626598649494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/112861626598649494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-birthday-donzhai_06.html' title='Happy Birthday Donzhai!'/><author><name>zoe liew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16800021.post-112851447567004027</id><published>2005-10-06T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T20:14:35.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>concern.</title><content type='html'>well lately, i've been quite sensitive about some certain things. some of friends knows about it. i somehow still thinks that my friend hates me coz of some certain reasons. i really do want to find out what is going on. all i know that i did not do anything wrong coz i was just concern that both side will feel awkward when they see each other. was it my fault that i care too much? then after what happen today, i still thinks that my friend hates me. my friends keep saying that i'm being too sensitive. but one would know whether someone hates him/her just by feeling it. so do they actually know how i felt about it? i seriously felt that. its like my friend, jox. she too felt that way but this time was another person. cant really say who in here. is it wrong for being too concern for that person? next time i rather not do anything. its so sad now to see one friendship gone like that. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16800021-112851447567004027?l=scarsstillremain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/feeds/112851447567004027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16800021&amp;postID=112851447567004027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/112851447567004027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/112851447567004027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/2005/10/concern.html' title='concern.'/><author><name>zoe liew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16800021.post-112843052599746307</id><published>2005-10-05T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T21:04:53.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY!!</title><content type='html'>i'm so so sorry!! anyway, HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY SYAZ!!! muakz i love u!! hehehe..anyway u got someone else to love u. hehee..HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/1600/14289490259978l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6276/1174/320/14289490259978l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16800021-112843052599746307?l=scarsstillremain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/feeds/112843052599746307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16800021&amp;postID=112843052599746307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/112843052599746307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16800021/posts/default/112843052599746307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarsstillremain.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-belated-birthday.html' title='HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY!!'/><author><name>zoe liew</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
