<?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-3743648018287485720</id><updated>2011-07-28T23:05:43.945-07:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='Holidays'/><category term='Foodie'/><category term='emotions'/><category term='Songs'/><category term='Rambles'/><category term='Outings'/><category term='pharmacy'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Festivals'/><category term='TV shows'/><category term='videos'/><category term='National Service'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='Home'/><category term='Malaysia'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='Valentines'/><category term='Accident'/><category term='Movie'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>I Dream of Being With You Forever</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Elizabeth Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177224126305620184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SK7C0y5lcsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9tlNrbFTrXw/S220/DSC00767.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743648018287485720.post-1819880286731336171</id><published>2009-08-01T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T09:58:29.277-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>The girl behind the mask</title><content type='html'>IM BACK!! i decided to bring my blog out from the dust into the blogging world again...whoop di do.. ( doing the victory dance) ok note to self....change blog page layout...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt like you have to put on different masks evryday just to please someone or to disguise how you actually feel? During work, i learnt that i have to always put on a smile even if im talking on the phone no matter how freaking tired i was or how my feet ache from the wrong choice of footwear to the long hours of standing or how nasty the customer maybe, we just have to swallow it put on a stupid plastic smile. it sucks. but i guess no one wants a grumpy person to serve you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work aside. i feel the constant need to put on a mask to disguise my feelings. I think i just have this problem of not being able to say no to someone ( dear friends, pls dont use this against me) lol. So even if i mind or dont want to do it, i'll just do it. i know rite. what a pushover!. Ok maybe sometimes i might mind but if you are someone dear to me. i would go the extra mile for you. But it would certainly be nice if you could show some appreciation once in a while. Like maybe i dont know say thank you maybe? Oh but you may think i didnt sacrifice that much or go the extra mile for you. But i felt that i did. doesnt evryone want to feel loved once in a while? So if you have not tell your friends how much they meant to you, or how much you appreciate them or how much you love them...tell them! whoever said that the four lettered words are only meant for couples. Even there are times when you see like teenagers prancing around in their Coach handbags or sometimes just shopping with friends, i cant help but feel envious. When will i ever reach that stage where you flip the price tag and not feel like crap. But i just have to chant to myself be thankful for what you have. Nonetheless, i LOVE my parents to death although they maybe all nagg-y and annoying at times.They gave up luxuries of life like travelling overseas to provide for me and my sisters. So i shan't be ungrateful which is why i decided to take up a part time job so that my parents wont need to give me an allowance. There are also times when someone passes me a hurtful remark, i just laugh it off. it hurts even deeper. Or the times i say stuff to please ppl or more less lie? ok maybe just deviate a lil from the truth? But &lt;em&gt;aiya&lt;/em&gt; who doesnt to do that to get acceptance into a group of friends or just so the person will like you. What a cruel world we live in. But i guess these are just part and parcels of the big old thing call L-I-F-E. Sucks socks but oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure im not the only one who puts on a mask, i do hope u share my lament or i might be going crazy? I just hope that behind all these masks, i will not get lost in these masks and lose who i truly am. Basically that would be like a soul-less person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But are we living a fulfilling life living behind the mask? i'll let you ponder on that......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little someone i can totally count on to be there for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365039204142444338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SnRyuyD0bzI/AAAAAAAAATA/ftbMmO9jh24/s320/DSC00451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;my honey munchkins, POTATO pie.... the poor thing needs a haircut! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We have a very complicated relationship. Trust me. I'll just save it for another time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So dear friends, if i have not told you that i love you.. this is a BIG MUAX and i love you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3743648018287485720-1819880286731336171?l=lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/1819880286731336171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3743648018287485720&amp;postID=1819880286731336171' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/1819880286731336171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/1819880286731336171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/2009/08/girl-behind-mask.html' title='The girl behind the mask'/><author><name>Elizabeth Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177224126305620184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SK7C0y5lcsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9tlNrbFTrXw/S220/DSC00767.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SnRyuyD0bzI/AAAAAAAAATA/ftbMmO9jh24/s72-c/DSC00451.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743648018287485720.post-4611568637216122794</id><published>2009-05-08T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T05:05:50.439-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pharmacy'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ihateherihateherihateherihateherihateherihateherihateherihateher SADDIST!!! HEART-LESS!!!ADOLF HITLER!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dear classmates can we pls sign a petition against her!???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE HER! I HATE HER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who says stuff like good luck in your supp paper when u have not even sat for finals yet!&lt;br /&gt;who says stuff like i dont mind if all my students fail?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you REJOICING in OUR misery?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3743648018287485720-4611568637216122794?l=lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/4611568637216122794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3743648018287485720&amp;postID=4611568637216122794' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/4611568637216122794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/4611568637216122794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/2009/05/ihateherihateherihateherihateherihatehe.html' title=''/><author><name>Elizabeth Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177224126305620184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SK7C0y5lcsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9tlNrbFTrXw/S220/DSC00767.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743648018287485720.post-6484707956909922773</id><published>2009-04-28T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T05:12:33.343-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><title type='text'>This is OUR climb</title><content type='html'>I dedicate this song to evyrone who is facing their final examinations.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NG2zyeVRcbs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NG2zyeVRcbs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The Climb"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can almost see it.&lt;br /&gt;That dream I'm dreaming,&lt;br /&gt;butThere's a voice inside my head saying&lt;br /&gt;You'll never reach it&lt;br /&gt;Every step I'm takin'&lt;br /&gt;Every move I make&lt;br /&gt;Feels lost with no direction,&lt;br /&gt;My faith is shakin'&lt;br /&gt;But I gotta keep tryin'&lt;br /&gt;Gotta keep my head held high&lt;br /&gt;There's always gonna be another mountain&lt;br /&gt;I'm always gonna wanna make it move&lt;br /&gt;Always gonna be an uphill battle&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about how fast I get there&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about what's waitin' on the other side&lt;br /&gt;It's the climb&lt;br /&gt;The struggles I'm facing&lt;br /&gt;The chances I'm taking&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes might knock me down,&lt;br /&gt; butNo I'm not breakingI may not know it, but&lt;br /&gt;These are the moments thatI'm gonna remember most&lt;br /&gt;I've just gotta keep goin', and&lt;br /&gt;I gotta be strong&lt;br /&gt;Just keep pushing on, but&lt;br /&gt;There's always gonna be another mountain&lt;br /&gt;I'm always gonna wanna make it move&lt;br /&gt;Always gonna be an uphill battle&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about how fast I get there&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about what's waitin' on the other side&lt;br /&gt;It's the climb&lt;br /&gt;There's always gonna be another mountain&lt;br /&gt;I'm always gonna wanna make it move&lt;br /&gt;Always gonna be an uphill battle&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about how fast I get there&lt;br /&gt;Ain't about what's waitin' on the other side&lt;br /&gt;It's the climb&lt;br /&gt;Keep on movin'&lt;br /&gt;Keep climbin'&lt;br /&gt;Keep faith baby&lt;br /&gt;It's all about, it's all about&lt;br /&gt;The climb&lt;br /&gt;Keep the faith, keep your faith, woah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Wishing evryone all the best in their upcoming exams!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;                                                                          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s: i still find miley cyrus's voice annoying. ignore the voice n read the lyrics.LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3743648018287485720-6484707956909922773?l=lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/6484707956909922773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3743648018287485720&amp;postID=6484707956909922773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/6484707956909922773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/6484707956909922773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-is-our-climb.html' title='This is OUR climb'/><author><name>Elizabeth Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177224126305620184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SK7C0y5lcsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9tlNrbFTrXw/S220/DSC00767.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743648018287485720.post-1738155380069255718</id><published>2009-04-22T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T10:12:57.876-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>P.M.S.</title><content type='html'>Talk about P.M.S------&gt; a real pain in the ass!&lt;br /&gt;Something thats maybe a tiny ant bite will seem like the end of the world for me!&lt;br /&gt;equals to as nickylicious refers to ' shutters all close' gloomy me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big day is coming where im officially a year older but im dreading it. No birthday is worth celebrating if not with family and close friends. But life's unfair. You dont get what you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i had a conversation with Kuen and she made me come to my senses more,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SkY~N KuEN (R) - says:Well, there're things that you cannot judge based on one situation only right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(*) SkY~N KuEN (R) - says:hehe.... cuz in chinese saying, things can only happen when the the time is right, the ppl is right, and the day is right... ( something like tht la.. i suck in translation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(*) SkY~N KuEN (R) - says:it doesnt mean that your close friends dun care about you anymore even though they cant make it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(*) SkY~N KuEN (R) - says:it's not tht they dun love you anymore when they cant make it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(*) SkY~N KuEN (R) - says:i knw in this important day, you wish to have ur loved ones together with you... but there are times that things doesnt happend according to what you expect, just like the stupid aseptic class test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(*) SkY~N KuEN (R) - says:gal, cheer up... it doesnt mean that i dont love you anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(*) SkY~N KuEN (R) -says:it doesnt mean tht i dun care for you anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(*) SkY~N KuEN (R) says:deep in my heart, you still stay.. :)&lt;br /&gt;(*) SkY~N KuEN (R) - says:i knw i may sound like i'm giving excuse.... but trust me, i am not. what i meant and what i wrote is totally from the bottom of my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU TOO KUEN! thanks for always having the right things to say and giving me the slap i need! i know u guys wanna be there ( haha im gonna believe it!) i understand k? so now to make up for it i want a BIG present!this applies also to nickylicious and tan swee leen!! LOL just kidding! anyways i still love u guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that we will all do well in this coming fri's biotech quiz and in finals! and nickylicious in his EOS5! (blows candles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a lil something for the guys and girls to laugh about......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mCwKbUVyHLY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mCwKbUVyHLY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3743648018287485720-1738155380069255718?l=lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/1738155380069255718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3743648018287485720&amp;postID=1738155380069255718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/1738155380069255718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/1738155380069255718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/2009/04/pms.html' title='P.M.S.'/><author><name>Elizabeth Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177224126305620184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SK7C0y5lcsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9tlNrbFTrXw/S220/DSC00767.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743648018287485720.post-4822547277925047688</id><published>2009-04-21T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T08:33:49.312-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pharmacy'/><title type='text'>Of Zeroes.</title><content type='html'>Pharmacy life has been D-U-L-L.  study.eat.sleep.exams and the cycle repeats. Today we had our aseptic dispensing lab examination. Lucky me i got the first batch to take the exam. We had to prepare eye-drops and multidose vial for injection. Both prescription had problems which i thought was CRAZY! and we had to do aseptic technique for the vial ( a sterilization method which requires a lot of time) So basically THERE WAS NOT ENOUGH TIME! Ten minutes left on the clock and i started mixing the solution for vial. So i said TO HELL with the aseptic technique and just poured evrything into the bottle provided. Probably contaminated like mad. haha. I hope im not scaring off potential customers of my pharmacy. I assure u i only do this during examinations. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless....the final outcome..first time ever screwing dispensing that badly..i obtained two ZEROES...&lt;br /&gt;I got the concentration wrong for the first prescription = Zero&lt;br /&gt;I did not change the signa for the second prescription = Zero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew Dr.Y would confuse us with so many problems in one prescription!&lt;br /&gt;WHERE GOT ENOUGH TIME to figure evrything out, write the report and do the preparation for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive come to a conclusion, knowledge is not enough, u need time management, the ability to remain calm despite the time ticking away and LOADS OF LUCK in order to pass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bright side: we still have finals to make up for our mistakes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STRIVE UNCEASINGLY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3743648018287485720-4822547277925047688?l=lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/4822547277925047688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3743648018287485720&amp;postID=4822547277925047688' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/4822547277925047688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/4822547277925047688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/2009/04/of-zeroes.html' title='Of Zeroes.'/><author><name>Elizabeth Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177224126305620184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SK7C0y5lcsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9tlNrbFTrXw/S220/DSC00767.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743648018287485720.post-4465293387647241034</id><published>2009-04-20T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T05:44:09.519-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><title type='text'>Dont Judge a Book by its cover.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://images.mirror.co.uk/upl/m4/apr2009/1/0/susan-boyle-pic-itv-image-1-368817678.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 351px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images.mirror.co.uk/upl/m4/apr2009/1/0/susan-boyle-pic-itv-image-1-368817678.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So u're probably wondering who's this woman is right? The priest in my church mentioned her in his sermon. This is the perfect lesson to be learnt when it comes to judging a person based on their appearance.&lt;br /&gt;So watch this video on this link and u'll understand what im talking about....&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RxPZh4AnWyk"&gt;/http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RxPZh4AnWyk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3743648018287485720-4465293387647241034?l=lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/4465293387647241034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3743648018287485720&amp;postID=4465293387647241034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/4465293387647241034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/4465293387647241034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/2009/04/dont-judge-book-by-its-cover.html' title='Dont Judge a Book by its cover.'/><author><name>Elizabeth Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177224126305620184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SK7C0y5lcsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9tlNrbFTrXw/S220/DSC00767.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743648018287485720.post-8184320222596738697</id><published>2009-04-01T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T02:18:56.853-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Ipoh.</title><content type='html'>Yes im still in Ipoh. A short trip back to Ipoh for cheng beng turned out to be a long one. why? well it was initially an appendicitis scare but it turned out to be a viral infection. Its a good thing! the thought of surgery freaks me out! minus the severe stomache, nausea and vomitting. Thank you dear friends for all your calls and sms-es. I'm gonna be alright. i'll be returning to suck-fest KL tmr and so try not to miss me too much ya! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April Fool's Day reminds me of Lava. Cos its her birthday. haha. Happy Birthday Lava all the way in India! It also reminds me of that year when we played an april fool's prank on our teachers back in secondary school where we switched classes. It took them sometime to realise that they were teaching the wrong class. I rmbr a teacher even stood outside the class looking puzzled to make sure she was in the right class (puan Khalijah) . that was just hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK im disgusted to admit im a shopaholic series fan. i have NOT watch the movie eventhough i anticipated it the moment i found out that there was going to be a movie (long story=do not wish to talk bout it) and i dont think im going to watch it anytime soon. so if you have watched it, DONT talk to me bout it,i dont want to know. and DONT drool over LUKE BRANDON in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'll just satisfy my hunger by reading...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://a5.vox.com/6a00c225257b9bf21900d41424f0253c7f-500pi"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px" alt="" src="http://a5.vox.com/6a00c225257b9bf21900d41424f0253c7f-500pi" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh huh yeah rite.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3743648018287485720-8184320222596738697?l=lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/8184320222596738697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3743648018287485720&amp;postID=8184320222596738697' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/8184320222596738697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/8184320222596738697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/2009/04/ipoh.html' title='Ipoh.'/><author><name>Elizabeth Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177224126305620184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SK7C0y5lcsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9tlNrbFTrXw/S220/DSC00767.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743648018287485720.post-1832478266729077895</id><published>2009-03-27T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T10:33:10.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SPOTTED!</title><content type='html'>Spotted.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/Sc0NE2qtIiI/AAAAAAAAASw/c3RLQ2eG4ps/s1600-h/DSC00417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317921112039694882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/Sc0NE2qtIiI/AAAAAAAAASw/c3RLQ2eG4ps/s400/DSC00417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Krispy Kreme in Midvalley, Lower Ground Floor... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3743648018287485720-1832478266729077895?l=lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/1832478266729077895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3743648018287485720&amp;postID=1832478266729077895' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/1832478266729077895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/1832478266729077895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/2009/03/spotted.html' title='SPOTTED!'/><author><name>Elizabeth Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177224126305620184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SK7C0y5lcsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9tlNrbFTrXw/S220/DSC00767.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/Sc0NE2qtIiI/AAAAAAAAASw/c3RLQ2eG4ps/s72-c/DSC00417.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743648018287485720.post-7867708218467806657</id><published>2009-03-24T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T10:32:38.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April Fool's coming too early Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Turns out i was not the only one who was a victim to this lame prank, my housemate's shoes were also taken ( Thank god! i mean thank god cos i thought it was like some revenge against me or sth!) SO NOT FUNNY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But guess what...me and shee hui(housemate) was going down for a swim today evening, for some reason i looked to the left side of my neighbour's roof ( i checked it on the day i lost my shoe) and to my surprise i found one of shoe on the roof. OMG! it was out of reach! i had mixed feelings both angry and excited to find my Primeveras...we knocked on the neighbours door for help..but was turned down. So i thought i'll figure something out later and went to the lift to go down for a swim. While waiting for the lift, i looked out of the window..wasnt sure if it was my imagining things..but i saw a pair white shoes on the bigger roof all the way down at the 14th floor (im on the 24th floor) My instant reaction was to call my housemate to ask if those belong to her because it was not mine. True enough they were hers. A**HOLE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the craziest thing we did by far, we went down to the 14th floor, and my housemate climbed onto the roof to retrieve her shoes which were at the edge of the roof! i just stood there bitting my nails praying nothing would happened while she climb the roof like a catwoman! haha really! THANK GOD she got her shoes! safe and sound...anf thankfully no one saw us after they might think that she was trying to commit suicide...that would have been funny....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The mood to swim...all gone..i decided that its time to save my shoe on the other side...went back up and came out with a broom and the stick we use to dry our clothes! but it was not long enough to reach for the shoe..... then suddenly it hit me...i could tie the two sticks together to reach for the shoe! using that girl guide knoe which i forgot the name of it? was it whipping or dead man's knot? the knot we used to build our flag pole?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways...i tied it using some parcel strings and some rafia strings...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SckU1xjxTII/AAAAAAAAASQ/Y2wHdU6SMq8/s1600-h/P1010984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316803749156572290" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SckU1xjxTII/AAAAAAAAASQ/Y2wHdU6SMq8/s320/P1010984.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a bit messy but not too bad for a retired girl guide! LOL..i never expect that i will be using my girl guide's knowledge outside school what more to save my shoe! LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SckV0nDXaRI/AAAAAAAAASY/YuZ-lVTW1ac/s1600-h/P1010979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316804828668061970" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SckV0nDXaRI/AAAAAAAAASY/YuZ-lVTW1ac/s320/P1010979.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SckWkmJ0E1I/AAAAAAAAASg/ts2zyEyTxZM/s1600-h/P1010980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316805653060391762" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SckWkmJ0E1I/AAAAAAAAASg/ts2zyEyTxZM/s320/P1010980.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My shoes are finally reunited though with some scratches...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My crocs are still missing....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I CURSE THE PERSON(S) WHO DID IT TO DEATH!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i think someday i will think back n laugh about this....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YES I LOVE MY SHOES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on a lighter note....im babysitting my baby potato for two weeks... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SckY2CDp0yI/AAAAAAAAASo/0F7NgoGJ0Oo/s1600-h/P1010882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316808151631778594" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SckY2CDp0yI/AAAAAAAAASo/0F7NgoGJ0Oo/s320/P1010882.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'You're my sunshine on a cloudy day'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3743648018287485720-7867708218467806657?l=lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/7867708218467806657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3743648018287485720&amp;postID=7867708218467806657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/7867708218467806657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/7867708218467806657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/2009/03/april-fools-coming-too-early-part-2.html' title='April Fool&apos;s coming too early Part 2'/><author><name>Elizabeth Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177224126305620184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SK7C0y5lcsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9tlNrbFTrXw/S220/DSC00767.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SckU1xjxTII/AAAAAAAAASQ/Y2wHdU6SMq8/s72-c/P1010984.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743648018287485720.post-1246933320109287667</id><published>2009-03-21T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T11:26:53.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April Fool's coming too early</title><content type='html'>I think u might find it amusing...but i dont! SOMEONE FUCKING STOLE MY SHOES!&lt;br /&gt;i have not told u the best part yet...whoever it is took only one side of each pair! Now im left with one side of a shoes! WHAT THE HELL AM I SUPPOSE TO DO WITH ONE SIDE OF A SHOE!&lt;br /&gt;IM SO PISSED and upset....n ITS ONLY MY SHOES THAT GOT STOLEN!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im a bloody jinx... God if u r testing me.. I GIVE UP! i raise the white flag!&lt;br /&gt;Friends, if u r playing a cruel joke on me... it really isnt funny...pls return my shoes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sorry if offended anyone...tell me if i did..i'll apologise..just pls return my shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes im desperate... u've taken my shoes n all i have left is slippers... like i could turn up for lectures in those! SIGH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3743648018287485720-1246933320109287667?l=lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/1246933320109287667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3743648018287485720&amp;postID=1246933320109287667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/1246933320109287667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/1246933320109287667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/2009/03/april-fools-coming-too-early.html' title='April Fool&apos;s coming too early'/><author><name>Elizabeth Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177224126305620184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SK7C0y5lcsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9tlNrbFTrXw/S220/DSC00767.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743648018287485720.post-3775613522598310755</id><published>2009-03-20T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T03:55:42.703-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outings'/><title type='text'>Damn Nose!</title><content type='html'>I dont know why...whether its me having to wake up in the wee hours to send my sister to work, or the sleepless night during mid terms or was it last night i stayed up when i had to rush do my lab report last minute which was due today turned out to be a report with an explosion of calculation that nearly drove me insane or i got Kuen's bug or the erratic weather..i got the flu again. I just recovered from it last week and i woke up today with a leaky faucet. Its irritating as hell! I cant even tell anymore if its just the normal sinus problem or is it the flu. whatever it is, it is annoying! Woke up late for morning class, rushed and pop a Clarinase and swallowed it down with a cup of coffee ( i wonder if it is contraindicated with caffeine). Dr. Rao was already giving his lecture when i arrived, i sat at my usual spot waiting for the Clarinase to take its effect. There i was sniffling all the way, not only was i irritated with my nose, i was feeling so drained..i could barely concentrate during Anti-microbial. I felt drowsy. Clarinase is suppose to be NON-DROWSY! Apparently i am desensitized to Clarinase! ( shows how often i take them!) I think i need to switch to Loratadine. Urgh i need a nose transplant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, earlier this week, we went for a movie after Biotech. Watched &lt;strong&gt;Marley and Me&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://scienceblogs.com/bushwells/marley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px" alt="" src="http://scienceblogs.com/bushwells/marley.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It wasa story about a labrador ( clearance puppy) who was absolutely incorrigible! Cute and affectionate nonetheless! The ending was just heartwrenching and I cried.The whole story just made me think of my dog, Benji. I love this quote from the movie 'A dog doesn't care if you're rich or poor, educated or illiterate, clever or dull. Give him your heart and he will give you his. So if i end up to being alone or a spinster or whatever...i'll definitely be an old lady with loads of dogs ( not cats! not pigeons!) LOL...they are so loyal and lovable creatures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grace asked me what i wanted for my birthday! I WANT A PUPPY! i know its impossible! and NO im not hinting to anyone! and i cant wait to play with swee leen's new poodle pup! sigh im dying to go home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Missing potato!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/ScNuudmkbqI/AAAAAAAAARw/uEcjxZYGjuo/s1600-h/P1010866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315213729726754466" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/ScNuudmkbqI/AAAAAAAAARw/uEcjxZYGjuo/s320/P1010866.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had two days of no lectures right after! That never happens!! Went to Redbox, Gardens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We sang, we croaked, we shouted, we screamed........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/ScNzL_5ZCaI/AAAAAAAAAR4/l8ebfv_YPpU/s1600-h/P1010929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315218635195222434" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/ScNzL_5ZCaI/AAAAAAAAAR4/l8ebfv_YPpU/s320/P1010929.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;tricia, grace, me and shereen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/ScN0FuRVbUI/AAAAAAAAASA/ADGWxlYjJg4/s1600-h/P1010935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315219626896223554" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/ScN0FuRVbUI/AAAAAAAAASA/ADGWxlYjJg4/s320/P1010935.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;tricia, kuen and ker li&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the part i remembered most...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We unconciously screamed real aloud when we sang Simple Plan's How Could this happen to me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;' Im sick of this life, i Just want to scream! HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN TO ME?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We must be some depressing bunch of pharmacy students....haha great times!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, its back to the normal hectic schedule again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3743648018287485720-3775613522598310755?l=lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/3775613522598310755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3743648018287485720&amp;postID=3775613522598310755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/3775613522598310755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/3775613522598310755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/2009/03/damn-nose.html' title='Damn Nose!'/><author><name>Elizabeth Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177224126305620184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SK7C0y5lcsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9tlNrbFTrXw/S220/DSC00767.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/ScNuudmkbqI/AAAAAAAAARw/uEcjxZYGjuo/s72-c/P1010866.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743648018287485720.post-8263091318727934300</id><published>2009-03-12T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T03:55:23.288-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs'/><title type='text'>JUST STAND UP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was studying when suddenly this song played on my windows media player. I never really took notice of the lyrics but today i did. It is beautifully written and very meaningful. You can apply this song in whatever situation u r in...dont give up! JUST STAND UP! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;p/s: i think miley cyrus totally ruined the song! she has such an annoying voice! LOL thank god she only had a few lines to sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m_vGvYAbd1U&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m_vGvYAbd1U&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x402061&amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just Stand Up Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL:&lt;br /&gt;Every thing will be alright&lt;br /&gt;Rihanna:yeah&lt;br /&gt;Beyonce:&lt;br /&gt;The heart is stronger&lt;br /&gt;Than you think&lt;br /&gt;It's like it can go&lt;br /&gt;Through anything&lt;br /&gt;And even when you think&lt;br /&gt;It can't it finds a way&lt;br /&gt;To still push on&lt;br /&gt;Though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrie Underwood:&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;You want to run away&lt;br /&gt;Ain't got the patience&lt;br /&gt;For the pain&lt;br /&gt;And if you&lt;br /&gt;Don't believe it&lt;br /&gt;Look into&lt;br /&gt;Your heart&lt;br /&gt;The beat goes on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rihanna:&lt;br /&gt;I'm tellin' you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miley Cyrus:&lt;br /&gt;Things get better&lt;br /&gt;Through whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rihanna:&lt;br /&gt;If you fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miley Cyrus:&lt;br /&gt;Dust it off&lt;br /&gt;Don't let up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Crow:&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know&lt;br /&gt;You can go&lt;br /&gt;Be your own miracle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyonce:&lt;br /&gt;You need to know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus (Sheryl Crow):&lt;br /&gt;If the mind&lt;br /&gt;Keeps thinking&lt;br /&gt;You've had enough&lt;br /&gt;But the heart&lt;br /&gt;Keeps telling you&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl Crow/Beyoncé:&lt;br /&gt;Who are we to be&lt;br /&gt;Questioning&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what is what&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up&lt;br /&gt;Through it all&lt;br /&gt;Just stand up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fergie:&lt;br /&gt;It's like&lt;br /&gt;We all have better days&lt;br /&gt;Problems getting all up&lt;br /&gt;In your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leona Lewis:&lt;br /&gt;Just because&lt;br /&gt;You go through it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fergie:&lt;br /&gt;Don't mean it got&lt;br /&gt;To take control, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leona Lewis:&lt;br /&gt;You ain't gotta find&lt;br /&gt;No hiding place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keyshia Cole:&lt;br /&gt;Because the heart&lt;br /&gt;Can beat the hate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leona Lewis:&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna&lt;br /&gt;Let your mind&lt;br /&gt;Keep playin' you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keyshia Cole:&lt;br /&gt;And sayin' you&lt;br /&gt;Can't go on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rihanna:&lt;br /&gt;I'm tellin' you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miley Cyrus:&lt;br /&gt;Things get better&lt;br /&gt;Through whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rihanna:&lt;br /&gt;If you fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miley Cyrus:&lt;br /&gt;Dust if off&lt;br /&gt;Don't let up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LeAnn Rimes:&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha Bedingfield:&lt;br /&gt;Can go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LeAnn Rimes:&lt;br /&gt;Be your own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natasha Bedingfield:&lt;br /&gt;Miracle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrie Underwood:&lt;br /&gt;You need to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus-All]&lt;br /&gt;If the mind&lt;br /&gt;Keeps thinking&lt;br /&gt;You've had enough&lt;br /&gt;But the heart&lt;br /&gt;Keeps telling you&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up&lt;br /&gt;Who are we to be&lt;br /&gt;Questioning&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what is what&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up&lt;br /&gt;Through it all&lt;br /&gt;Just stand up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary J. Blige:&lt;br /&gt;You don't gotta be&lt;br /&gt;A prisoner&lt;br /&gt;In your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciara:&lt;br /&gt;If you fall&lt;br /&gt;Dust it off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary J. Blige:&lt;br /&gt;You can live your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rihanna/Carrie Underwood:&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary J. Blige:&lt;br /&gt;Let your heart&lt;br /&gt;Be your guide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rihanna/Carrie:&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mariah Carey:&lt;br /&gt;And you will know&lt;br /&gt;That you're good&lt;br /&gt;If you trust in the good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashanti:&lt;br /&gt;Everything&lt;br /&gt;Will be alright, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Light up the dark&lt;br /&gt;If you follow your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary J. Blige:&lt;br /&gt;And it will get better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mariah Carey:&lt;br /&gt;Through whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus-All]&lt;br /&gt;If the mind&lt;br /&gt;Keeps thinking&lt;br /&gt;You've had enough&lt;br /&gt;But the heart&lt;br /&gt;Keeps telling you&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up&lt;br /&gt;Who are we to be&lt;br /&gt;Questioning&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what is what&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up&lt;br /&gt;Through it all&lt;br /&gt;Just stand up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fergie:&lt;br /&gt;You got it in you&lt;br /&gt;Find it within&lt;br /&gt;You got in ya&lt;br /&gt;Find it within now&lt;br /&gt;You got in you&lt;br /&gt;Find it within&lt;br /&gt;You got in ya&lt;br /&gt;Find it within now&lt;br /&gt;You got in you&lt;br /&gt;Find it within&lt;br /&gt;You got it in you&lt;br /&gt;Find it within&lt;br /&gt;Find it within you&lt;br /&gt;Find it within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through It All, Just Stand Up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3743648018287485720-8263091318727934300?l=lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/8263091318727934300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3743648018287485720&amp;postID=8263091318727934300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/8263091318727934300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/8263091318727934300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-stand-up.html' title='JUST STAND UP!'/><author><name>Elizabeth Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177224126305620184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SK7C0y5lcsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9tlNrbFTrXw/S220/DSC00767.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743648018287485720.post-4227779608376628594</id><published>2009-03-08T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T09:55:39.206-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ive been busy with assignments, mid terms and lab reports if you are wondering where have i disappeared to! Sem 4 is aboslutely crazy! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways...i was watching a recap of last year's american idol and my sister pointed out that there was this contestant that looks a LOT like patrick dempsey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SbPvhiSKH8I/AAAAAAAAARQ/dTWg9vvPW6c/s1600-h/luke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310851745017634754" style="WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SbPvhiSKH8I/AAAAAAAAARQ/dTWg9vvPW6c/s320/luke.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SbPv9jK4OmI/AAAAAAAAARY/uhXG3DNvuko/s1600-h/patrick_dempsey_8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310852226291874402" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SbPv9jK4OmI/AAAAAAAAARY/uhXG3DNvuko/s320/patrick_dempsey_8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SbPwTIK8-2I/AAAAAAAAARg/vh1kbC44VSQ/s1600-h/36066292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310852597001550690" style="WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SbPwTIK8-2I/AAAAAAAAARg/vh1kbC44VSQ/s320/36066292.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SbPx5ZlrwuI/AAAAAAAAARo/Wr2ntHiZy70/s1600-h/patrick-dempsey-versace-ads-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310854354023727842" style="WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SbPx5ZlrwuI/AAAAAAAAARo/Wr2ntHiZy70/s320/patrick-dempsey-versace-ads-04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke Menard                                                  Patrick Dempsey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately they are both married! haha...damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dear best friend,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You mean a whole lot to me...ive told u a million times u r like family to me ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate it that im trying not to depend on you.. cos i know soon u will be leaving and probably never coming back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there'll probably be an emptiness...like how i feel now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cos u r the one person i want to tell evrything to...the one person i want to tell bout my day...the  one person i seek comfort in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss talking to you...i miss having you as my best friend...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i want you to be happy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i'll never stop caring about you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i hope you know that..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love ya loads.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uni's been absolutely hectic! Thanks Kuen for being my positive light! Everyone needs a dose of kuen's positive attitude! Sem 4 is definitely testing my love for pharmacy! Nonetheless, i shall not give up! Sorry to my dear friends for not keeping in touch with you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pulmonary, Renal and Pharmacotherapy and Biotechnology...i seriously hate you very much... but i shall give my best shot to understand you! oh dear lord...keep me strong!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to my dear classmates....keep holding on.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3743648018287485720-4227779608376628594?l=lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/4227779608376628594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3743648018287485720&amp;postID=4227779608376628594' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/4227779608376628594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/4227779608376628594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/2009/03/ive-been-busy-with-assignments-mid.html' title=''/><author><name>Elizabeth Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177224126305620184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SK7C0y5lcsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9tlNrbFTrXw/S220/DSC00767.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SbPvhiSKH8I/AAAAAAAAARQ/dTWg9vvPW6c/s72-c/luke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743648018287485720.post-837578542790546603</id><published>2009-02-13T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T09:16:59.720-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentines'/><title type='text'>Valentines</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bring out the flowers, bring out the teddies and evrything cute and pink...Valentine's Day is here... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never really got to experience what it was like to have a valentine...but hey at least u get to save the cash and buy YOURSELF a valentines treat....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://a2.vox.com/6a00d41439155c685e00fad6a4b7720005-500pi"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px" alt="" src="http://a2.vox.com/6a00d41439155c685e00fad6a4b7720005-500pi" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n44/n224497.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 358px" alt="" src="http://www.fantasticfiction.co.uk/images/n44/n224497.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey CLEO magazine said if u r single, go PAMPER YOURSELF on valentines day! so instead of spending it on manicures, pedicures and facials... I bought two twilight sagas in a row...might be a bit compulsive..definitely dug a huge hole in my pocket... but i get to spend valentines with edward cullen...what more can i ask for! haha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So dear friends, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you do have a valentine, have a great one, n as for the single ones...go ahead n pamper yourself! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Valentines Day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;except to you who was suppose to be my best friend..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3743648018287485720-837578542790546603?l=lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/837578542790546603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3743648018287485720&amp;postID=837578542790546603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/837578542790546603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/837578542790546603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines.html' title='Valentines'/><author><name>Elizabeth Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177224126305620184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SK7C0y5lcsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9tlNrbFTrXw/S220/DSC00767.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743648018287485720.post-4351886829333703940</id><published>2009-02-05T02:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T09:48:07.330-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Thank you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Recently i seem to be watching movies of the same theme. Friendship. First it was Grey's Anatomy...Meredith and Christina how they needed each other. Then in Private Practice, Cooper and Violet, when Violet got pregnant, Cooper moved in to stay with Violet to take care of her. Lastly. yesterday i went to watch Bride Wars, a much awaited movie as i was a fan of Anne Hathaway. A story of two best friends having their wedding day on the same day. It got me just thinking about my own friends....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i want to just take this opportunity to say a BIG thank you to my dear friends for being there for me especially during my lonely chinese new year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SZBm26QlIzI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/KU9TBh57yw4/s1600-h/P1010889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300849854952842034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SZBm26QlIzI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/KU9TBh57yw4/s200/P1010889.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thank you Grace Yen for the surprise package of chinese new year cookies with the lovely message! I was so...touched i cried...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SZBmHjA_jtI/AAAAAAAAAQI/i-bkAKUJDJ8/s1600-h/P1000069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300849041259597522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SZBmHjA_jtI/AAAAAAAAAQI/i-bkAKUJDJ8/s200/P1000069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dear Grace, thank you for always being there for me and for all the words of encouragement n for all the reassuring hugs. For always pushing me back to the right track when i go the wrong direction and for cheering me up when i was sad. You make uni a less horrible place to be in...love you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SZBnqBaQ-CI/AAAAAAAAAQY/bkf5F3sTbGA/s1600-h/1_719748656l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300850733045839906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SZBnqBaQ-CI/AAAAAAAAAQY/bkf5F3sTbGA/s200/1_719748656l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thank you kui choo for the cookies that&lt;br /&gt;you baked...i certainly loved it and was glad i didnt die of food poisoning. haha just kidding! not forgetting thank you to jenny, poh xuan, angie, pauline and you too kui choo for the chinese new year cards with the touching messages. oh yes! n for the reunion stemboat! yum yum! love you guys so much!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least my dear friends from ipoh,swee leen and jennifer for opening your house to me during the first day of chinese new year... thank you for always being there, for all ur love and care. For just being friends i can rely on when i need help, even when i couldnt write my essay (haha!) muah! love you guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SZBqTXLLJ4I/AAAAAAAAAQg/PYHgA7vhxzU/s1600-h/DSC01019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300853642286016386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SZBqTXLLJ4I/AAAAAAAAAQg/PYHgA7vhxzU/s200/DSC01019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300854593156757554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SZBrKtcbODI/AAAAAAAAAQo/bvZ1ipijclg/s200/P1000243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who needs to be popular or 'fit in' when you have friends that genuinely care and love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i feel truly blessed! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3743648018287485720-4351886829333703940?l=lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/4351886829333703940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3743648018287485720&amp;postID=4351886829333703940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/4351886829333703940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/4351886829333703940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/2009/02/thank-you.html' title='Thank you'/><author><name>Elizabeth Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177224126305620184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SK7C0y5lcsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9tlNrbFTrXw/S220/DSC00767.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SZBm26QlIzI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/KU9TBh57yw4/s72-c/P1010889.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743648018287485720.post-3797773412883318911</id><published>2009-01-31T21:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T01:08:17.197-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='National Service'/><title type='text'>National Service</title><content type='html'>I was flipping through some channels on tv when suddenly a channel caught my attention...It was some movie on national service. U heard me right! a movie on national service! The first thing that came into my mind...omg they are getting desperate! To my absolute horror! the movie was filmed in my campsite, Kem Sentosa, Chenderiang, Tapah. Go ahead laugh..laugh all you want... YES i was the 'lucky' few chosen for national service. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next thing i know...my friend, Zul from national service gave me a miss call. So i actually sat thru the whole movie. It brought back many fond memories i had in national service. OKay so if you asked me bout national service i would have said it was horrible, the food was not edible, there was NO HOT WATER! But overall i had fun and went thru many experiences that never in my life i would ever do. I bet swee leen would laugh at me saying this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The moment i arrived at the campsite..i totally felt i was in jail. I went into the dorm..and it seems to me the malay girls were grouped to one corner of the dorm. the chinese one side and the indian another corner! ( so much for their goal of racial harmony) i was of course a ' lain-lain' neither here nor there...so where was i to sleep? any empty bed available. I felt like crying! The first culture shock...NO ONE SPOKE ENGLISH! i remember asking the girl next to me if she knew the time...but she couldnt understand me...! Dont we all learn english in school?? During mealtime, we each had a metal plate, a pair of cutlerys and a plastic cup. We kept them in our locker. Brought it down evrytime we want to eat. Like jail right? The first week was just unbearable and i was constantly thinking of home...and you guys went to genting without me!! SOBS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eventually i made friends...actually a lot of friends. I got used to evrything there, then it didnt seem so bad anymore. We went thru loads of physical activities like the obstacle course ( i faked a migraine to skip it LOL!) flying fox,kayak-ing, taekwondo and marching (URGH), got thrown into the dark jungle with only 2 torchlights for a company of 40 and learnt how to use the compass. We had to applied all our knowledge we learnt in our last activity before we 'graduate' from national service. We were again thrown into the jungle with a compass and suppose to find our way to the campsite using our compass. Unfortunately i was the leader a.k.a compass holder! i didnt get lost k!! haha thats also cause we were the last to leave...so there were tracks left behind by the other companies! HAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the best eye opening experience is during community service. We got to visit rural areas and contribute our part to society through 'gotong-royong'. I got to feel what it was like to live in the kampung and felt the 'togetherness' among the neighbours, it was like a big family. Their kind hospitality and generosity makes u feel at home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you see...national service has its bad parts and also its good parts...but overall its an enriching experience that is hard to forget...i still remember it like it was yesterday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those who are looking to lose weight and wants to get a tan...look no further..i think national service is the best place for you! haha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There will be NO pictures of me during national service...! but...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 393px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 342px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://welikeitindie.com/images/twilightcover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;* i dream of being with you forever* I HEART EDWARD CULLEN!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;im officially hooked.............&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3743648018287485720-3797773412883318911?l=lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/3797773412883318911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3743648018287485720&amp;postID=3797773412883318911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/3797773412883318911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/3797773412883318911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/2009/01/national-service.html' title='National Service'/><author><name>Elizabeth Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177224126305620184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SK7C0y5lcsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9tlNrbFTrXw/S220/DSC00767.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743648018287485720.post-5625415869241807931</id><published>2009-01-29T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T08:16:19.416-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Festivals'/><title type='text'>Social Outcast.</title><content type='html'>hello! hello!&lt;br /&gt;wishing evryone a prosperous happy ox new year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to go back for chinese new year on sat evening. Battled the jam. A journey back to ipoh would normally take about 2 hours took me nearly four and a half hours to reach home. I think i had the most depressing chinese new year ever!&lt;br /&gt;I went back to kl on tuesday and also battled the jam. Missed out on everything that is and had happened in ipoh. Not that anyone remembered me to include me. I guess it would be better to remain oblivious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am i doing in kl? i took what ever ang pow money i gained this year ( EXTREMELY PATHETIC) and finally bought twilight( i have not even watch the movie! i jus recently only found out that the vampire guy was cedric diggory guy!! OMG i know...lol).  yesh...im extremely slow. i guess i finally found the time to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you had an enjoyable chinese new year! Feel free to pay pathetic me a visit in kl...but sorrylah im not eligible to give out ang pows!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3743648018287485720-5625415869241807931?l=lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/5625415869241807931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3743648018287485720&amp;postID=5625415869241807931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/5625415869241807931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/5625415869241807931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/2009/01/social-outcast.html' title='Social Outcast.'/><author><name>Elizabeth Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177224126305620184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SK7C0y5lcsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9tlNrbFTrXw/S220/DSC00767.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743648018287485720.post-4250424034105270082</id><published>2009-01-22T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T09:46:48.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angry and bitter</title><content type='html'>I dont like responsibility.&lt;br /&gt;I dont like being a pushover.&lt;br /&gt;I dont like being taken advantage of.&lt;br /&gt;I dont like. i dont like.&lt;br /&gt;Yet after everything ive done. its still not enough.&lt;br /&gt;No thank you. NO appreciation. But ask for MORE.&lt;br /&gt; Im angry.&lt;br /&gt;Im extremely upset.&lt;br /&gt;But no one to turn to.&lt;br /&gt;No one to understand my situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im barely coming back for chinese new year.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you will enjoy your chinese new year.&lt;br /&gt;I know im not going to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Chinese New Year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3743648018287485720-4250424034105270082?l=lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/4250424034105270082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3743648018287485720&amp;postID=4250424034105270082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/4250424034105270082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/4250424034105270082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/2009/01/angry-and-bitter.html' title='Angry and bitter'/><author><name>Elizabeth Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177224126305620184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SK7C0y5lcsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9tlNrbFTrXw/S220/DSC00767.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743648018287485720.post-6324140127243958804</id><published>2009-01-12T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T07:50:00.751-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Christmas In Singapore</title><content type='html'>Boo hoo...Semester 4 started today! Time really does flies. Next thing i know i'll be preparing for finals. Well at least it'll nearer towards graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a long overdue post! My trip to singapore!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Day 1: Sentosa Island&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First Stop! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Merlion&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290422996719919778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SWtbr4cMYqI/AAAAAAAAAOk/6n2fF0qfBus/s320/P1010556.JPG" border="0" /&gt;As bimbo-ish as i sound, i had no idea that it was half mermaid half lion before i came to singapore. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;2nd stop: The Images of Singapore&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I thought that was nice. I was quite impressed and i got to know Singapore better through this wax museum.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290425590891769586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SWteC4e9bvI/AAAAAAAAAOs/BCCIEprpK5Q/s320/P1010475.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290427180673649330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SWtffa4fyrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/82oa1EnkPJQ/s320/P1010539.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290428507051998242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SWtgsoBvPCI/AAAAAAAAAO8/rI2hFNPUBAQ/s320/P1010543.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290429231562730114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SWthWzCjqoI/AAAAAAAAAPE/8gK48XwtqTc/s320/P1010485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290430935102367170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SWti59ODpcI/AAAAAAAAAPM/auNARhYAdNg/s320/P1010570.JPG" border="0" /&gt; 3rd stop: Luge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I absolutely loved it! they were right when they said once is never enough! Its somewhat like a go-kart but its not. haha. I got my adrenaline all pumping! My parents were to chicken to try it so we got to play twice! Wee! no pics though! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;4th stop: Tiger Skytower&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290432227901818290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SWtkFNRdxbI/AAAAAAAAAPU/shtGBJMG1LQ/s320/P1010554.JPG" border="0" /&gt; A slow ride all the way to the top and it rotates so you can get a view of sentosa island and Singapore. I didnt particularly liked it...cause i was still hyped up from Luge and i had to sit through this slow ride. AGONY! n there was narration. No idea what the person was talking about. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;5th Stop &amp;amp; 6th Stop: The 3-D show and 4-D show! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290433222148943394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SWtk_FIc7iI/AAAAAAAAAPc/BqJytb8rJRI/s320/P1010557.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I absolutely loved this! it was so much of fun with water squirting effects and wind blowing on ur neck and feet and of course the motion master. i high recommend you to choose this two as part of ur package! you wont regret it! Though the lines were very long. It was definitely worth the wait! &lt;p&gt;Last but not least, we went for Songs of the Sea. Not too bad. I personally feel that the musical fountain in Mines Wonderland is nicer! Maybe coz at that time, i was so exhausted i just wanted to go home! haha!&lt;/p&gt;Christmas atmosphere in Vivocity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290434148108171634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SWtl0-mVeXI/AAAAAAAAAPk/nALbWGBotcY/s320/P1010587.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;to be continued tomorrow....yawn....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3743648018287485720-6324140127243958804?l=lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/6324140127243958804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3743648018287485720&amp;postID=6324140127243958804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/6324140127243958804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/6324140127243958804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-in-singapore.html' title='Christmas In Singapore'/><author><name>Elizabeth Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177224126305620184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SK7C0y5lcsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9tlNrbFTrXw/S220/DSC00767.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SWtbr4cMYqI/AAAAAAAAAOk/6n2fF0qfBus/s72-c/P1010556.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743648018287485720.post-3915443832718327204</id><published>2009-01-01T02:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T02:38:22.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year 2009!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR 2009!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cheers to you and you and you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286267236281469378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SVyYCyZXycI/AAAAAAAAAOE/lJF2Pfrqv38/s320/P1010662-2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;May God Bless us all with love, tolenrance, strength and wisdom throughout this bull of a year! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAREST MUMMY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286270147187901778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SVyasOXjBVI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2ALwvk7K8QQ/s320/acting+innocent.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286268538045400306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SVyZOj2FBPI/AAAAAAAAAOM/s6GKvow2v5I/s320/P1010666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286269302617443074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SVyZ7EGQiwI/AAAAAAAAAOU/exCLXEzJgd8/s320/P1010664.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We spent new years after church in aunty june's home and celebrated mum's birthday.... me and my sisters made a birthday cake out of cupcakes...haha cute right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3743648018287485720-3915443832718327204?l=lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/3915443832718327204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3743648018287485720&amp;postID=3915443832718327204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/3915443832718327204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/3915443832718327204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year-2009.html' title='Happy New Year 2009!!!'/><author><name>Elizabeth Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177224126305620184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SK7C0y5lcsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9tlNrbFTrXw/S220/DSC00767.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SVyYCyZXycI/AAAAAAAAAOE/lJF2Pfrqv38/s72-c/P1010662-2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743648018287485720.post-2232003580731232436</id><published>2008-12-28T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T09:01:15.852-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Back!</title><content type='html'>Im back!! Christmas in Singapore was GREAT! *Updates later* I honestly wish i did not have to come back to malaysia! im seriously appalled by the difference between the singapore and malaysian immigration! i am embarrassed to call myself a malaysian! Everything was so systematic in singapore while in malaysia it was train wreck. I carried my heavy luggages to the *xray thing* only for it to go through the rollers for a ride. Seriously, the immigration officer was not even staring at the screen, she was chatting with her friend. Urgh. Waste of my bloody time. Whether you had anything to declare or not. No one bloody cares. Its no wonder ppl get away with trafficking drugs into the country. Malaysia Boleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh. Dont mind me. Im being sour bout coming back to malaysia and reality. Uni starts in a weeks time. Yippee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my dear friends who are in Ipoh! i only have a week left. lol. like im dying. Call me out! I wanna meet you!! lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3743648018287485720-2232003580731232436?l=lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/2232003580731232436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3743648018287485720&amp;postID=2232003580731232436' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/2232003580731232436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/2232003580731232436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/2008/12/back.html' title='Back!'/><author><name>Elizabeth Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177224126305620184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SK7C0y5lcsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9tlNrbFTrXw/S220/DSC00767.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743648018287485720.post-7370703712039434382</id><published>2008-12-21T18:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T20:15:21.204-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Festivals'/><title type='text'>Christmas!!</title><content type='html'>Its the most wonderful time of the year!! This is the season to be jolly! i heard from my dad that some people actually think that christmas is the birthday of santa claus! Gosh! haha! For those of you who didnt know christmas is the birthday of Jesus Christ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas is the busiest time of the year for me with all the presents shopping and baking and cooking. This year will be the second year i'll will not be spending christmas in ipoh! Me and my family will be going to singapore today for the whole week. So i just want to take this opportunity wish everyone A Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! Will be back in a week's time! hope to see you then! muax! Thank you dear friends for the christmas cards! love you guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282462788918196354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SU8T6ziwOII/AAAAAAAAAN8/hoXPfDfl5Nk/s320/Christmas_Greetings.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;and oh yes! Happy Tong Yuin Festival as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3743648018287485720-7370703712039434382?l=lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/7370703712039434382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3743648018287485720&amp;postID=7370703712039434382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/7370703712039434382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/7370703712039434382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas!!'/><author><name>Elizabeth Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177224126305620184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SK7C0y5lcsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9tlNrbFTrXw/S220/DSC00767.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SU8T6ziwOII/AAAAAAAAAN8/hoXPfDfl5Nk/s72-c/Christmas_Greetings.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743648018287485720.post-7611713983026562385</id><published>2008-12-14T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T07:27:39.141-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>My mummy and daddy gave my doggies a way........without telling me! :( :( i miss my doggies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3743648018287485720-7611713983026562385?l=lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/7611713983026562385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3743648018287485720&amp;postID=7611713983026562385' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/7611713983026562385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/7611713983026562385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>Elizabeth Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177224126305620184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SK7C0y5lcsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9tlNrbFTrXw/S220/DSC00767.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743648018287485720.post-8057372252779494647</id><published>2008-12-13T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T11:35:49.271-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>The Pearl of the Orient</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry i havent been updating much and i would also like to apologize for not returning ur smses or replying really late. Ive been (still am) sick. Darn flu and painful sore throat. The sore throat just made me irritable and moody. haha. hey its really painful. i must have had too much char kuey teow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just came back from Penang a few days back. Explains the overdose on char kuey teow! I just love it! the portion size however seems to be shrinking..either that or my appetite became larger! lol. Anyways the moment we reached Penang, my aunt(mum's sister) took us for lunch. My aunt was vegetarian that day so she took us to Temple of Fine Arts (its a real temple) where they serve vegetarian indian food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279338562653289538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SUP6c5v4fEI/AAAAAAAAAMk/Xn81mgrssFs/s320/P1010323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cozy dining area...u have to remove ur shoes and to my surprise there was a fair amount of ang moh's having lunch there *smirks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279339713952737394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SUP7f6rD6HI/AAAAAAAAAMs/xpKW3GNHbA8/s320/P1010324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279341039130887266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SUP8tDWJxGI/AAAAAAAAAM0/d4G15oqp37U/s320/P1010326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I ordered the mango lassi which was oh-so-delicious! thick and had a strong taste compared to the lassi u get from the mamak!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Food served was buffet style. Huge variety of vegetarian dishes. I was so hungry i gombled down my food and didnt get to take any pics. my bad. The dessert pai-sam (i dont noe how u spell it) was so yummy i did not hesistate for a second helping! Here's the thing, u dont pay for ur food! its based on donation! Give how much you would like..u could even walk out without paying and no one would say a thing! The best part is the food was still tasty and authentic! i was truly amazed! After stuffing ourselves so full, we went to walk it off in Gurney Plaza. End of the year sales are here and it was packed with people! My aunt gave us each 100ringgit to shop! God bless her! haha love her lots!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The following day, we started early. My mum wanted to go to Kek Lok Si. Those people there can really take advantage of tourists especially if u dont noe how to speak hokkien (local dialect). Fortunately, i could manage a few words or so when haggling! haha. You can get things for ridiculously cheap prizes if u haggle. From a handbag that costs RM35 can be reduced to RM10. The price gets lower as u go up higher.I normally let my aunt and mum do the haggling for me...i just add in my famous line.. 'wa bo cho kang' ( i dont work). The place was hot and stuffy! But we did not miss out on feeding the gigantic tortoises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SUQBsqB9SgI/AAAAAAAAAM8/P6SS4HgkxRk/s1600-h/P1010332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279346529893435906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SUQBsqB9SgI/AAAAAAAAAM8/P6SS4HgkxRk/s320/P1010332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SUQCgjFdYVI/AAAAAAAAANE/7SZYA0WQi18/s1600-h/P1010329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279347421382271314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SUQCgjFdYVI/AAAAAAAAANE/7SZYA0WQi18/s320/P1010329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After all the walking, we went for steamboat buffet in JL steamboat at Jalan Nagore. I thought the price was pretty cheap. For adults RM17.90 n for senior citizens and children below 12 RM12.90! Loads of variety and there was even grill! totally worth evry dime! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The following day we went to Botanical Gardens early in the morning to exercise a bit after having such a feast yesterday. Coincidentally, it was the last day of the Pesta Bunga. It was a paradise for photographers all armed in their huge cameras, tripods and &lt;em&gt;yada yada &lt;/em&gt;snapping away that i was shy to take out my tiny camera...haha. But i couldnt resist.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279351686702259570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SUQGY0o_XXI/AAAAAAAAANM/B1CeF-6oeLc/s320/P1010358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;a few snaps of some 'bunga'....trying to act pro( lol!) but failed miserably&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SUQINeQPk9I/AAAAAAAAANU/aLxuV-JP7o8/s1600-h/P1010335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279353690737578962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SUQINeQPk9I/AAAAAAAAANU/aLxuV-JP7o8/s320/P1010335.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SUQJLPN0pTI/AAAAAAAAANc/-01DxvHZ7Bw/s1600-h/P1010380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279354751852782898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SUQJLPN0pTI/AAAAAAAAANc/-01DxvHZ7Bw/s320/P1010380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SUP4b0Af-9I/AAAAAAAAAMU/iFCxMqBAXDg/s1600-h/P1010324.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SUP4b0Af-9I/AAAAAAAAAMU/iFCxMqBAXDg/s1600-h/P1010324.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SUQKBSD0N0I/AAAAAAAAANk/Pe0S5DNEDQs/s1600-h/P1010364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279355680329054018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SUQKBSD0N0I/AAAAAAAAANk/Pe0S5DNEDQs/s320/P1010364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SUQKuqjGrGI/AAAAAAAAANs/spLz1mdYwXs/s1600-h/P1010385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279356459996851298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SUQKuqjGrGI/AAAAAAAAANs/spLz1mdYwXs/s320/P1010385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SUP4b0Af-9I/AAAAAAAAAMU/iFCxMqBAXDg/s1600-h/P1010324.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SUP4b0Af-9I/AAAAAAAAAMU/iFCxMqBAXDg/s1600-h/P1010324.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last but not least..i met up with Grace in Queensbay for a drink and some catching up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SUP4b0Af-9I/AAAAAAAAAMU/iFCxMqBAXDg/s1600-h/P1010324.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279358100366626626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SUQMOJZvD0I/AAAAAAAAAN0/7Mbq9BNCQKw/s320/P1010392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the next few days were spent on helping my sister, kimberly moved out of her hostel as she has finish with her studies in KDU. damn it. younger sister graduating earlier than me. UCSI SUCKS BIG TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3743648018287485720-8057372252779494647?l=lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/8057372252779494647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3743648018287485720&amp;postID=8057372252779494647' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/8057372252779494647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/8057372252779494647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/2008/12/pearl-of-orient.html' title='The Pearl of the Orient'/><author><name>Elizabeth Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177224126305620184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SK7C0y5lcsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9tlNrbFTrXw/S220/DSC00767.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SUP6c5v4fEI/AAAAAAAAAMk/Xn81mgrssFs/s72-c/P1010323.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743648018287485720.post-104796111161784589</id><published>2008-12-01T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T19:05:51.363-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV shows'/><title type='text'>Current Obsession</title><content type='html'>I just cant get enough of this! Though i dont think anyone would expect me to be watching this..haha eh im half chinese k!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275020692246218658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/STSjXxArx6I/AAAAAAAAAME/jovD9bfLtnU/s320/moonlght+resonance.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moonlight Resonance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Spoken language is cantonese, i think its quite simple since i can understand it? haha...it has 40 episodes.Been watching it till late nights. Worth the watch. sigh..i love holidays...haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3743648018287485720-104796111161784589?l=lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/104796111161784589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3743648018287485720&amp;postID=104796111161784589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/104796111161784589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/104796111161784589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/2008/12/current-obsession.html' title='Current Obsession'/><author><name>Elizabeth Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177224126305620184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SK7C0y5lcsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9tlNrbFTrXw/S220/DSC00767.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/STSjXxArx6I/AAAAAAAAAME/jovD9bfLtnU/s72-c/moonlght+resonance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743648018287485720.post-1822617832967670971</id><published>2008-11-30T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T08:45:55.772-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Festivals'/><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>After driving nearly 180km from KL, i finally reached home....IPOH! A friend of mine, Kui Choo followed me back to Ipoh and she catched a bus to her hometown, Sitiawan from ipoh (long story lah!) As i exit the highway into Ipoh and drove home, i dumped my luggage and gave Kui Choo a short tour around my house, and we rushed to the err bus stand? Apparently there's only one bus company that goes to Lumut ( if u didnt know its near Sitiawan) which is Perak Roadways. We made it just in time for the 4 o clock bus with barely five minutes to spare and bought the bus ticket. Thinking we were so lucky to be able to get a bus ticket. THINK AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First thing we noticed about the bus ticket. There was no seat numbers! nvm that....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We headed towards the bus...To my ultimate horror! The bus was full with ppl that there were ppl standing! The bus driver went " Kalau mau, u ambil pukul 5 punya bus, kalau tak mau, naik bus... nanti setengah jalan, ada org turun, boleh duduk." With no choice my friend reluctantly went up the bus standing practically at the steps of the bus with all her luggage. i kid you not. She had to stand for a journey of an hour and a half. Furthermore she was the not the last as more ppl squeezed into that &lt;strong&gt;stew-pid&lt;/strong&gt; bus. CRAZY!. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274484762514914898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/STK78jLpflI/AAAAAAAAAL0/v5BLuS6e1UE/s320/perak+roadways.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I felt so embarassed having to put my friend through that. I seriously had no idea that the bus service to Lumut is that bad. Fyi, she only got to sit after an hour later and the bus kept stopping to pick up n drop passengers along the way. Gosh. There's no limit. Im sorry Kui Choo!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And as for me, i shall be keeping myself occupied with astro, loads of friends to meet up with, books to be read and movies to be watched. I'll be in Penang this weekend for a lil WINDOW shopping, completing my pharmacy attachment on the 15th and will be spending Christmas in Singapore. Excited excited. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Season of Advent has already begun...So fast &lt;em&gt;lah&lt;/em&gt; one year flew by....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274488467815171906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/STK_UOgEh0I/AAAAAAAAAL8/gXigiwCEf74/s320/advent.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Less than a month till the birthday of Jesus Christ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Lord,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let us always rmbr the real meaning of christmas...and not be blinded by the MALAYSIAN SALES and COMMERSIALISM !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;AMEN!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3743648018287485720-1822617832967670971?l=lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/1822617832967670971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3743648018287485720&amp;postID=1822617832967670971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/1822617832967670971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/1822617832967670971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/2008/11/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home'/><author><name>Elizabeth Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177224126305620184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SK7C0y5lcsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9tlNrbFTrXw/S220/DSC00767.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/STK78jLpflI/AAAAAAAAAL0/v5BLuS6e1UE/s72-c/perak+roadways.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743648018287485720.post-6465598448625797247</id><published>2008-11-27T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T08:17:42.973-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>Madagascar 2 at Cineleisure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SS7FHQiSA0I/AAAAAAAAALs/ut_bJzgfty0/s1600-h/madagascar.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273368942185939778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SS7FHQiSA0I/AAAAAAAAALs/ut_bJzgfty0/s320/madagascar.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I went to watch Madagascar with Angie and Iong Ling in Cineleisure on Tuesday. We looked forward to a movie that would be funny since the first one was quite funny. But we came out disappointed. The storyline was kind off draggy and not funny. I just wanted the movie to end! and im sorry i just cant accept that merman the giraffe fell in love with gloria the hippo! its jus so wrong! gross!&lt;br /&gt; i wouldnt recommend you to watch this movie unless you really have nothing to watch! The first one is definitely so much better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movies to look forward to-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Twilight ( someone pls lend me book! pretty pls? haha)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He's not that into you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ive got a LONG list of books that i want to read... :( but no money!  Santa Claus ive been good this year...can i have cash for christmas?? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3743648018287485720-6465598448625797247?l=lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/6465598448625797247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3743648018287485720&amp;postID=6465598448625797247' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/6465598448625797247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/6465598448625797247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/2008/11/madagascar-2-at-cineleisure.html' title='Madagascar 2 at Cineleisure'/><author><name>Elizabeth Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177224126305620184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SK7C0y5lcsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9tlNrbFTrXw/S220/DSC00767.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SS7FHQiSA0I/AAAAAAAAALs/ut_bJzgfty0/s72-c/madagascar.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743648018287485720.post-8794837810913812247</id><published>2008-11-26T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T09:50:54.807-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foodie'/><title type='text'>Finally over....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;After six weeks of mundane routine of eat, sleep study and butts growing horizontally by sitting down for long hours...finals are finally over! But i honestly dont feel the least bit excited! though i was looking forward to the day...im anticipating my results...NO! scratch that thought! we will just focus on the happy stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During exam week...i sneaked out after my dispensing and compounding paper for a breather to have tea with my dear friend, swee leen who's preparing for exams herself...haha a student life is kinda miserable isnt it! Anyhus we went to Delicious, Bangsar for tea. Ordered the teatime set which on the internet costs RM49.90! but turns out to be RM59.90! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273019360242902322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SS2HK6UJJTI/AAAAAAAAALc/RW9Fcnbb9Po/s320/tea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;the 3-tier was even taller than swee leen! nah! i kid you...haha we had an assortment of sandwiches..i absolutely LOVE the smoked salmon sandwich ( only got one) :( then the pastries and a slice of cake....i didnt like the scones...i could only stomache one..though we kept putting jam on it..it was erm...tasteless and kinda tasted like flour...the rosemary and cheese cookies were something different, it was actually quite spicy and nice. Then there was the chocolate truffles with chocolate dip and we opted for the chocolate pavlova with strawberries as our choice of a slice of cake. Something light. Thank goodness. I was so full by the time we got to the top tier! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273023766528514994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SS2LLZAf27I/AAAAAAAAALk/dppDHxDp3s4/s320/n514477505_1647924_4837.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a cup of camomile tea..and we talked for hours not realising we both needed to get our butts home to study... overall, great food, great company, a very satisfied me.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3743648018287485720-8794837810913812247?l=lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/8794837810913812247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3743648018287485720&amp;postID=8794837810913812247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/8794837810913812247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/8794837810913812247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/2008/11/finally-over.html' title='Finally over....'/><author><name>Elizabeth Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177224126305620184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SK7C0y5lcsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9tlNrbFTrXw/S220/DSC00767.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SS2HK6UJJTI/AAAAAAAAALc/RW9Fcnbb9Po/s72-c/tea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743648018287485720.post-4646655521880805620</id><published>2008-11-22T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T21:51:05.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish......</title><content type='html'>I wish there was someone out there who would love me as much as i have loved you............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3743648018287485720-4646655521880805620?l=lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/4646655521880805620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3743648018287485720&amp;postID=4646655521880805620' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/4646655521880805620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/4646655521880805620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-wish.html' title='I wish......'/><author><name>Elizabeth Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177224126305620184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SK7C0y5lcsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9tlNrbFTrXw/S220/DSC00767.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743648018287485720.post-4856659796473982387</id><published>2008-11-06T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T06:37:18.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When the stress kicks in........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its almost end of the year....just one more hurdle till we can enjoy end of the year hols! FINAL EXAMS!!! ahhhhh!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think evryone is having finals exams now rite?? Well if u think that u've sat ur butt all day long studying...and ur mind is saturated with all the information (I WISH!!) take a break..... and dance to this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n9cdfQWDCWA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n9cdfQWDCWA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i was so stressed up i took a hairbrush n started singing and dancing to this song! ( LOL see what exams do to a person!) thank goodness no one was home... so COME ON! take that hair brush n SING AND DANCE WITH ME! haha.... You can dance! you can jive! having the time of your life! ooh.. see that girl! watch that scene! diggin the dancing queen!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or you can also sing this.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have a dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;to pass my finals!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To help me cope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With anything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you see the wonder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of a fairy tale&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can take the future&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even if you fail&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I believe in angels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Something good in everything I see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I believe in angels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I know the time is right for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll cross the stream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have a dream.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TO PASS FINALS!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay i think ive watched too much of Mamma mia!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On to another topic...i was talking to my youngest sister yesterday who's going to secondary school next year (how time flies!) she told me that 7th Coy came to her primary school to promote students to join their company. Ok for those who dont know, in main convent i would say that there was rivalry between the two girl guide bodies in our school, 7th Ipoh Company and 8th Ipoh Company. The first two weeks of school, the 2 companies would go all out to recruit new members. But wow times have really change..they actually went to the extent of going to primary schools to promote themselves. I honestly thought that girl guides have actually gone extinct in our school since kids nowadays are so spoilt and pampered that they cant be out of their comfort zones! Sigh i really enjoyed my girl guiding days.....like it was only yesterday....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265549845035629842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SRL9r5x2PRI/AAAAAAAAALQ/gSfbYzP8tPw/s320/P1010296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Exco Board of 2003? or was it 2002?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;back when we wore skirts and short sleeves!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;OMG im so old already........................&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;sigh back to the books... GOOD LUCK EVRYONE WITH THEIR EXAMS! i sure need loads of it...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3743648018287485720-4856659796473982387?l=lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/4856659796473982387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3743648018287485720&amp;postID=4856659796473982387' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/4856659796473982387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/4856659796473982387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-stress-kicks-in.html' title='When the stress kicks in........'/><author><name>Elizabeth Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177224126305620184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SK7C0y5lcsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9tlNrbFTrXw/S220/DSC00767.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SRL9r5x2PRI/AAAAAAAAALQ/gSfbYzP8tPw/s72-c/P1010296.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743648018287485720.post-5076737953714150129</id><published>2008-10-30T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T08:02:59.629-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>A thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Here's a thought.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;To have the one you love most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;to have the one who loves you most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;What do you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3743648018287485720-5076737953714150129?l=lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/5076737953714150129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3743648018287485720&amp;postID=5076737953714150129' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/5076737953714150129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/5076737953714150129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/2008/10/thought.html' title='A thought'/><author><name>Elizabeth Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177224126305620184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SK7C0y5lcsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9tlNrbFTrXw/S220/DSC00767.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743648018287485720.post-1749922283565129949</id><published>2008-10-25T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T08:09:27.433-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Reality</title><content type='html'>I know im not suppose to be blogging...but this is the only place i can actually let go my thoughts....didnt want to trouble anyone with my problems since everyone is busy with their own life. My mum shocked me with some bad news yesterday. She has not been feeling well this few days so she finally decides to take a MRI. Her results came out and turns out she had three problems. She had gall stones, hernia and a growth! She's always joked and said she sees so many cancer patients evryday she's not surprise if she dies of cancer one day! SO NOT FUNNY! My mum dedicated her life to work with terminal stage cancer patients. She could have been a doctor but she chose to be a nurse...a palliative care nurse. i really pray that the growth is not malignant. My mum on the other hand seems to be in a good spirit bout it. I seriously think its just an upfront. My dad has not been well himself. He had a bronchitis episode.Coughing non stop. N suddenly he really starts taking care of his diet (which is good lah) but its like as though he is hiding something from me. IM JUST TERRIFIED! i have nightmares of losing them....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i can do is to pray.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pls dear Lord let them be okay.....PLS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3743648018287485720-1749922283565129949?l=lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/1749922283565129949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3743648018287485720&amp;postID=1749922283565129949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/1749922283565129949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/1749922283565129949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/2008/10/reality.html' title='Reality'/><author><name>Elizabeth Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177224126305620184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SK7C0y5lcsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9tlNrbFTrXw/S220/DSC00767.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743648018287485720.post-368914723438449346</id><published>2008-10-22T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T22:47:11.556-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rambles'/><title type='text'>Laziness</title><content type='html'>Im back in Ipoh for a three week study break. Its already Thursday and i cant even finish one lecture note a day!! i seem to associate HOME = LAZING AROUND. Yet, i choose to come home instead of staying back in KL. WHY? i get to eat mum's cooking and i dont have to do my own laundry! lol. I really need to snap out of resting mode and turn on the studying mode! SIX WEEKS of prison! sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;All the best my fellow batchmates!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We must strive to pass this horrible semester!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;im going to try to abstain from blogging till after finals! YEAH RITE!&lt;br /&gt;will update on my Langkawi holiday soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S: swee leen, study hard K? we shall have tea to go crazy a bit after my finals! HUGS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3743648018287485720-368914723438449346?l=lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/368914723438449346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3743648018287485720&amp;postID=368914723438449346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/368914723438449346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/368914723438449346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/2008/10/laziness.html' title='Laziness'/><author><name>Elizabeth Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177224126305620184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SK7C0y5lcsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9tlNrbFTrXw/S220/DSC00767.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743648018287485720.post-1053802177523387707</id><published>2008-10-16T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T08:13:30.040-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pharmacy'/><title type='text'>Farewell...</title><content type='html'>We had our last lecture with Mr. Jony and Miss Shruti today, our dispensing and compounding lecturers. Both Mr. Jony and MIss Shruti will be leaving UCSI after this semester. :(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eventhough they were strict on us especially when it comes to labs, we will all definitely miss them.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257755330414494754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SPdMncFFxCI/AAAAAAAAALI/XlhVxucd7NI/s320/n674661144_1913287_4479.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank YOU for your guidance and patience! and ur generosity with awarding us with ZERO marks! haha joking! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May the road rise up to meet you, may the wind be ever at your back.  May the sun shine warm upon your face and the rain fall softly on your fields.  And until we meet again, may God hold you in the hollow of his hand.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  ~Irish Blessing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P/S: let us pass dispensing and compounding as a farewell gift?? hehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3743648018287485720-1053802177523387707?l=lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/1053802177523387707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3743648018287485720&amp;postID=1053802177523387707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/1053802177523387707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/1053802177523387707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/2008/10/farewell.html' title='Farewell...'/><author><name>Elizabeth Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177224126305620184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SK7C0y5lcsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9tlNrbFTrXw/S220/DSC00767.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SPdMncFFxCI/AAAAAAAAALI/XlhVxucd7NI/s72-c/n674661144_1913287_4479.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743648018287485720.post-6393399253947371124</id><published>2008-10-15T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T09:30:59.302-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Gathering of the Generations</title><content type='html'>Phew! Mid terms are finally over with a not so happy ending. I finally can blog guilt free FOR TODAY. haha it'll soon be time to gear up for FINALS! less than a month away!so.. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Saturday, 5 generations of Monteiros gathered in my aunt Kate's beautiful home for a reunion. yes FIVE generations! i think im in the 4th generation.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257402233970546594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SPYLehUo16I/AAAAAAAAAJA/FR_tj30gbd0/s320/P1010192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257402695496842562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SPYL5YpFPUI/AAAAAAAAAJI/d2RqrJ677Dw/s320/P1010193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Thats our family tree... haha try to spot me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I honestly had no idea i had so many relatives...some ive never seen in my life. My great grandparents John Bernard Monteiro and Cecilia de Rozario had 9 children. The 9 children had children and the children had children..haha u get what i mean la rite...It took a whole year of planning for this day and i played no part in the planning. haha! Relatives from as far as australia came back for this occassion. I was surprised to find out that i had relatives from Penang. they even had to charter a BUS to kl!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;there was so many of us that ......&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257405455232687314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SPYOaBdYXNI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/cq5rkDTsxrM/s320/P1010182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;we had to wear name tags....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we watched slide show prepared by my uncle Alvin Monteiro ( i jus love making fun of u!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257406198422395314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SPYPFSDnWbI/AAAAAAAAAJY/teGsjB4qMXs/s320/P1010172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;while we dine on our scrumptious dinner prepared by cousins. again i played no part in it! i would have helped if i had no class on a SATURDAY! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257406897227400930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SPYPt9TthuI/AAAAAAAAAJg/RaBsiLLwwWM/s320/P1010173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOVE SHEPHERD's PIE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SPYQ6T81KNI/AAAAAAAAAJw/aZhAWusXCNE/s1600-h/P1010221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257408208975505618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SPYQ6T81KNI/AAAAAAAAAJw/aZhAWusXCNE/s320/P1010221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SPYQ6N1zBpI/AAAAAAAAAJo/oUiUaLqtT9U/s1600-h/P1010176.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SPYZuEETY2I/AAAAAAAAALA/eJ1ASOjv07o/s1600-h/n603061103_1341808_3565.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257417894158099298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SPYZuEETY2I/AAAAAAAAALA/eJ1ASOjv07o/s320/n603061103_1341808_3565.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SPYQ6T81KNI/AAAAAAAAAJw/aZhAWusXCNE/s1600-h/P1010221.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SPYQ6T81KNI/AAAAAAAAAJw/aZhAWusXCNE/s1600-h/P1010221.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SPYQ6T81KNI/AAAAAAAAAJw/aZhAWusXCNE/s1600-h/P1010221.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SPYQ6T81KNI/AAAAAAAAAJw/aZhAWusXCNE/s1600-h/P1010221.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we sang and we danced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SPYSWaHz3hI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Q1ILFLTVOYo/s1600-h/P1010205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257409791180135954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SPYSWaHz3hI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/Q1ILFLTVOYo/s320/P1010205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;but the most memorable part of the event was when we held on to balloons n thought of our loved ones who were already in heaven...n let go of our balloonsi thought of my grandpa....i miss him dearly and how he would play 'Somewhere Over the Rainbow' with his harmonica. how he would sing to me playing horribly on the organ ' Burung Kakak tua' when i was young. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But honestly i did not get to know anyone new....my mistake for not mixing around n getting to know ppl. i promise to get to know my other cousins next time?? hehe...instead i stuck to my comfort zone! my cousins!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SPYUti-Qr1I/AAAAAAAAAKI/ZF8WpCRpNTE/s1600-h/P1010209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257412387716247378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SPYUti-Qr1I/AAAAAAAAAKI/ZF8WpCRpNTE/s320/P1010209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SPYUtEedufI/AAAAAAAAAKA/6EFZN6sD3a8/s1600-h/P1010217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257412379529820658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SPYUtEedufI/AAAAAAAAAKA/6EFZN6sD3a8/s320/P1010217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SPYUuGZrJlI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/g_ThYKwtCFI/s1600-h/P1010219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257412397226468946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SPYUuGZrJlI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/g_ThYKwtCFI/s320/P1010219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SPYUuYPieBI/AAAAAAAAAKY/tMDjcThiuZY/s1600-h/P1010226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257412402015795218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SPYUuYPieBI/AAAAAAAAAKY/tMDjcThiuZY/s320/P1010226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SPYW9WhmOyI/AAAAAAAAAKo/a0nCxslIZ_E/s1600-h/P1010198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257414858275961634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SPYW9WhmOyI/AAAAAAAAAKo/a0nCxslIZ_E/s320/P1010198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SPYW9D-990I/AAAAAAAAAKg/FYSF5XdGoA8/s1600-h/P1010227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257414853298878274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SPYW9D-990I/AAAAAAAAAKg/FYSF5XdGoA8/s320/P1010227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fav ppl missing from the scene: Christiana and Richard! COME BACK! miss you guys loads!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SPYYAvNOKzI/AAAAAAAAAKw/v6UyPJvpUfs/s1600-h/P1010183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257416015952620338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SPYYAvNOKzI/AAAAAAAAAKw/v6UyPJvpUfs/s320/P1010183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SPYYAkief5I/AAAAAAAAAK4/seqW6hDZfnA/s1600-h/n603061103_1341745_341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257416013088980882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SPYYAkief5I/AAAAAAAAAK4/seqW6hDZfnA/s320/n603061103_1341745_341.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Indeed a memorable day. I hope this wont be last but the beginning of a new chapter!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3743648018287485720-6393399253947371124?l=lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/6393399253947371124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3743648018287485720&amp;postID=6393399253947371124' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/6393399253947371124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/6393399253947371124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/2008/10/gathering-of-generations.html' title='Gathering of the Generations'/><author><name>Elizabeth Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177224126305620184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SK7C0y5lcsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9tlNrbFTrXw/S220/DSC00767.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SPYLehUo16I/AAAAAAAAAJA/FR_tj30gbd0/s72-c/P1010192.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743648018287485720.post-5295126582303402836</id><published>2008-10-13T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T08:00:38.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthdays!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY october babies!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256648901893713906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SPNeU0pSb_I/AAAAAAAAAIo/FO0TvMHt_Zs/s320/HaTaKe085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cindy Kalensang&lt;/strong&gt;, 12th October&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256651424133301122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SPNgnouEQ4I/AAAAAAAAAI4/DN-_YEliE0Y/s320/IMG_0031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss Tan Jing Rou&lt;/strong&gt;, 13th october&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last but not least, a dear friend from National Service, &lt;strong&gt;Zul&lt;/strong&gt; (14th October)...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Wishing you all the best in the year to come. May your days be filled with sunshine and beautiful colors. And may your nights be filled with comforting dreams and wishes to come.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; '&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy Birthday....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hugs n Kisses&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;XOXO&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3743648018287485720-5295126582303402836?l=lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/5295126582303402836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3743648018287485720&amp;postID=5295126582303402836' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/5295126582303402836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/5295126582303402836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthdays.html' title='Happy Birthdays!'/><author><name>Elizabeth Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177224126305620184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SK7C0y5lcsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9tlNrbFTrXw/S220/DSC00767.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SPNeU0pSb_I/AAAAAAAAAIo/FO0TvMHt_Zs/s72-c/HaTaKe085.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743648018287485720.post-3984496135170160150</id><published>2008-10-09T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T08:44:22.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Raya Holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Day of Raya&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Evry year without fail on the first day of raya , i will go tofor Dana's open house. Its great that this is the only time we all get together over delicious yummy homecook food by Dana's mum. Since we all have different semester breaks, raya is the time where we get to meet up and catch up on each others lives though the numbers are getting fewer by the years.lol. The lemang, ketupat, rendang, fish curry and sambal petai makes me drool jus thinking bout it! haha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255162359060639330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SO4WUpDQLmI/AAAAAAAAAHA/HS_hGfnSeuE/s320/P1010110-2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The loyal anf faithful ones...haha with the lovely host, miss dana dressed in purple&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255162958312297922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="269" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SO4W3hb-1cI/AAAAAAAAAHI/d5l0LGrMh-8/s320/P1010109.JPG" width="202" border="0" /&gt;high on food. manda n me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Second Day of Raya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Normally i would balik kampung to simpang pulai to visit my cousins akmal and azam on the first day of raya. This year we went on the second day cos daddy had to work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255164682241327666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SO4Yb3ksQjI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/MN5EwKUhj68/s320/P1010112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Dad, the driver :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255165547289894258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SO4ZOOIV3XI/AAAAAAAAAHY/BsA0FWj4jB8/s320/P1010116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;me and sis,kim being very melayu...haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255167031394584786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SO4akm2eSNI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Uhf53BHjQVk/s320/P1010121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;kim, akmal and me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255170140876685682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SO4dZmkxwXI/AAAAAAAAAHo/eAY_d8JRSg0/s320/P1010128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;the little nephew and nieces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Brewsters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We (the family)&lt;/span&gt; had dinner at Brewsters on thurs. I enjoyed the food there when i went there with nicky the first time. A bit pricey but worth it because the portion size is HUGE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SO4ilWBx_ZI/AAAAAAAAAII/yekmJzL8c70/s1600-h/DSC00394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255175840151502226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SO4ilWBx_ZI/AAAAAAAAAII/yekmJzL8c70/s320/DSC00394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SO4ilmFA5_I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/O914RB7sKvU/s1600-h/DSC00395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255175844460029938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SO4ilmFA5_I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/O914RB7sKvU/s320/DSC00395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SO4ilVQlzMI/AAAAAAAAAIA/36169q5yt2c/s1600-h/DSC00391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255175839945182402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SO4ilVQlzMI/AAAAAAAAAIA/36169q5yt2c/s320/DSC00391.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SO4il8i60OI/AAAAAAAAAIY/lkfalBNWTbw/s1600-h/DSC00393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255175850491039970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SO4il8i60OI/AAAAAAAAAIY/lkfalBNWTbw/s320/DSC00393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ethan's Full Moon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255177947483658002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SO4kgAc61xI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Fz2Kt6DzF9A/s320/P1010136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;ONE MONTH OLD! so fast! im getting old :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My whole holiday is practically spent on eating. GAWD. Thank god for friends like nicky who drags me out of the house to go out for a jog in the pologround cause he claims he put on weight. SHEESH!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;n....guilty as charged. i did not TOUCH MY BOOKS!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3743648018287485720-3984496135170160150?l=lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/3984496135170160150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3743648018287485720&amp;postID=3984496135170160150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/3984496135170160150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/3984496135170160150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/2008/10/raya-holiday.html' title='Raya Holiday'/><author><name>Elizabeth Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177224126305620184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SK7C0y5lcsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9tlNrbFTrXw/S220/DSC00767.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SO4WUpDQLmI/AAAAAAAAAHA/HS_hGfnSeuE/s72-c/P1010110-2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743648018287485720.post-3221014926927457291</id><published>2008-10-06T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T05:09:06.251-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Trapped in the past</title><content type='html'>Gloomy rainy day to return back to KL. Totally not helping. This is going to be a rather emo post..i might even regret posting it up. Ive been doing some 'soul searching' or so i think so. A friend of mine whom i havent seen in a long time told me i have changed a lot. I lack self confidence. Im not quite the outspoken person i used to be compared to when i was in high school. I was quite taken aback actually. but to a certain extent, she was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe cause back in high school i always have a big group of friends to fall back on. Maybe at that time i really didnt give a damn what ppl thought about me. Being a patrol leader in girl guides in school n being active in the choral speaking team maybe gave me the confidence to be outspoken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then as time passes, the big group of friends becomes a small group of friends as we head different paths in life and then its left to a number u can count with your fingers. Then u start liking guys, well in my case a certain guy. U start obsessing with the way u look and keep on changing the way u look just to get him to even give u a second look. Suddenly what evryone thought bout u mattered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Omg u're so fat lah'&lt;br /&gt;'is that a huge zit on ur face'&lt;br /&gt;'gosh, if u get rid of ur acne u might actually look pretty'&lt;br /&gt;'Come on, be realistic lah, no guy would accept u the way u r'&lt;br /&gt;'if you lose some weight, u will look pretty'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bla bla...there goes the self esteem down the drain....&lt;br /&gt;all the pleasing, doing evrything for a guy but it goes unnoticed,&lt;br /&gt;rejection, drama, n still putting hope on something that'll never happen...turns u bitter as u chant to yourself...being single is COOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In uni, being already low in self confidence, i gave up trying to fit in. Afterall, its not the quantity but the quality rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i meet up with some old friends, the past is the only common topic i have with them. i'll be quiet otherwise. i dont know why. i hate being like this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Way Back into Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been living with a shadow overhead&lt;br /&gt;I've been sleeping with a cloud above my bed&lt;br /&gt; I've been lonely for so long&lt;br /&gt;Trapped in the past&lt;br /&gt; I just can't seem to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to move on.....................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3743648018287485720-3221014926927457291?l=lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/3221014926927457291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3743648018287485720&amp;postID=3221014926927457291' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/3221014926927457291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/3221014926927457291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/2008/10/trapped-in-past.html' title='Trapped in the past'/><author><name>Elizabeth Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177224126305620184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SK7C0y5lcsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9tlNrbFTrXw/S220/DSC00767.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743648018287485720.post-8566345762944842875</id><published>2008-10-01T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T10:12:43.189-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Festivals'/><title type='text'>Selamat Hari Raya</title><content type='html'>Wishing all my muslim friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Selamat Hari Raya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Maaf Zahir Batin..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really sorry i wont be able to update much, silly me i forgot to bring back my laptop charger! lol!&lt;br /&gt;n plus Raya is the time to stuff my face with food with all the open houses...till im sick of lemang n ketupat! haha...n of course the duit raya! more please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will be going back to simpang pulai (kampung) to visit my cousins tmr morning!&lt;br /&gt;yes i told u im from a rojak family... i get the priviledge of celebrating evry festival in malaysia!&lt;br /&gt;Loving the holidays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3743648018287485720-8566345762944842875?l=lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/8566345762944842875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3743648018287485720&amp;postID=8566345762944842875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/8566345762944842875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/8566345762944842875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/2008/10/selamat-hari-raya.html' title='Selamat Hari Raya'/><author><name>Elizabeth Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177224126305620184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SK7C0y5lcsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9tlNrbFTrXw/S220/DSC00767.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743648018287485720.post-8331787380572026910</id><published>2008-09-25T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T05:43:24.226-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><title type='text'>HOME!</title><content type='html'>less than 24 hours till i can go back to ipoh......to my favourite-est people in the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont care if you guys are back in ipoh WE HAVE TO MEET UP! we have loads to catch up on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok im getting carried away in my dreamland...i still have one more freaking paper to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCREW PHYSICAL PHARMACY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to the lecture notes! see u in IPOH! haha....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3743648018287485720-8331787380572026910?l=lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/8331787380572026910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3743648018287485720&amp;postID=8331787380572026910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/8331787380572026910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/8331787380572026910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/2008/09/home.html' title='HOME!'/><author><name>Elizabeth Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177224126305620184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SK7C0y5lcsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9tlNrbFTrXw/S220/DSC00767.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743648018287485720.post-1846944131907390058</id><published>2008-09-19T10:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T07:20:45.893-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pharmacy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Emo-ing</title><content type='html'>im feeling absolutely depressed. On the verge of giving up. i dont know why. i just dont want to face the coming week. Second year has been really tough on me having to retake two year one subjects that its so difficult to manage my time well. I will be having two mid term exams this coming week. Biochem on tuesday and physical pharmacy on friday. Totally unprepared for the both of them. Pending CVS lab report due on wednesday. THE worst dispensing and compounding practical test on wednesday. sigh. homesick. i think i often like going home its because its a form of escape. escape from all the stress and escape from having to do evrything for myself. ESCAPE FROM KL LIFE. not liking it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel like dropping evrything and giving up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;missing all my ipoh friends...........i want a hug! sobs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANNA GO HOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/s: in loving memory of coco the poodle, a faithful, loyal companion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3743648018287485720-1846944131907390058?l=lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/1846944131907390058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3743648018287485720&amp;postID=1846944131907390058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/1846944131907390058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/1846944131907390058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/2008/09/emo-ing.html' title='Emo-ing'/><author><name>Elizabeth Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177224126305620184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SK7C0y5lcsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9tlNrbFTrXw/S220/DSC00767.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743648018287485720.post-6524186296449226559</id><published>2008-09-19T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T10:40:00.210-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>hilarious!</title><content type='html'>haha i stole this from alvin's blog...cant help cos its so funny!!&lt;br /&gt;worth the watch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KXROnzpsrlg&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KXROnzpsrlg&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3743648018287485720-6524186296449226559?l=lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/6524186296449226559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3743648018287485720&amp;postID=6524186296449226559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/6524186296449226559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/6524186296449226559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/2008/09/hilarious.html' title='hilarious!'/><author><name>Elizabeth Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177224126305620184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SK7C0y5lcsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9tlNrbFTrXw/S220/DSC00767.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743648018287485720.post-6023842317415865151</id><published>2008-09-16T07:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T08:21:20.797-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV shows'/><title type='text'>Grey's anatomy!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;YES!!!!!!!!!!!!! another thing to look forward to during the raya holidays!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246629779266025058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SM_F_IUjNmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/R70LTF5V7B0/s320/grey%27s+anatomy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grey's Anatomy Season 5 two hour premiere on thurs 25th September!! Trying my very best to refrain myself from reaing the spoilers! but couldnt pry my eyes off sth about DEREK GETTING HURT???!!!! if he dies IM NOT WATCHING ANYMORE!! hmph!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a sneak preview....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pfen9k1ix24&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pfen9k1ix24&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;NOO!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I CANNOT WAIT!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;whats gonna happen!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3743648018287485720-6023842317415865151?l=lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/6023842317415865151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3743648018287485720&amp;postID=6023842317415865151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/6023842317415865151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/6023842317415865151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/2008/09/greys-anatomy.html' title='Grey&apos;s anatomy!!'/><author><name>Elizabeth Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177224126305620184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SK7C0y5lcsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9tlNrbFTrXw/S220/DSC00767.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SM_F_IUjNmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/R70LTF5V7B0/s72-c/grey%27s+anatomy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743648018287485720.post-782065720996896487</id><published>2008-09-14T00:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T01:15:27.152-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malaysia'/><title type='text'>Moral values</title><content type='html'>im not the type of person who puts much interest in our countries politics. but somehow recent issues really concerns me. what is happening to our country? i dont even dare to comment or say much bout our country with the risk of getting arrested by ISA. i remember during choral speaking days.. we would proudly proclaim that our country is a melting pot of cultures. the one country where people of different races live together peacefully and harmoniously. is this is all superficial and only for people from other parts of the world to think that we do?? sigh. what is happening? and what about the moral values that we memorize our butts off for? kebebasan bersuara? and all the aman damai n stuff. dont even get me started on NATIONAL SERVICE?? why should we learn all this when the higher authorities do not practice what they implement? i think they should take up moral classes too... i for one thing come from a really rojak family. of different races. racist remarks should not be tolerated especially if the person is not sorry for what he said. he only got suspended while a journalist who was merely doing her job gets arrested?? how is this fair? its really sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum was telling me that she is depending on me to migrate to another country. is this how its gonna end up to be? ive already got several warnings to stay home on tues, 16th of sept because of the apparent formation of the new government by the opposition. i wonder whats going to happen. i wonder if its going to be for the better or for the worse. i just hope evrything will be settled rationally regardless the outcome. i pray to god! for the sake of peace..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3743648018287485720-782065720996896487?l=lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/782065720996896487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3743648018287485720&amp;postID=782065720996896487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/782065720996896487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/782065720996896487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/2008/09/moral-values_14.html' title='Moral values'/><author><name>Elizabeth Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177224126305620184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SK7C0y5lcsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9tlNrbFTrXw/S220/DSC00767.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743648018287485720.post-1684974503965366109</id><published>2008-09-11T10:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T10:28:05.840-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pharmacy'/><title type='text'>Of capsules and suppositories</title><content type='html'>Dispensing and compounding lab 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SMlUAVFMwKI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/KwYSHqjgsbs/s1600-h/DSC00346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244815605685338274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SMlUAVFMwKI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/KwYSHqjgsbs/s320/DSC00346.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; capsules&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244815814523335506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SMlUMfEDs1I/AAAAAAAAAFY/MB2bvTiALkY/s320/DSC00350.JPG" border="0" /&gt;suppositories- if you dont know what this is...its something u insert inside your butt.lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3743648018287485720-1684974503965366109?l=lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/1684974503965366109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3743648018287485720&amp;postID=1684974503965366109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/1684974503965366109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/1684974503965366109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/2008/09/of-capsules-and-suppositories.html' title='Of capsules and suppositories'/><author><name>Elizabeth Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177224126305620184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SK7C0y5lcsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9tlNrbFTrXw/S220/DSC00767.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SMlUAVFMwKI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/KwYSHqjgsbs/s72-c/DSC00346.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743648018287485720.post-2194989454092924727</id><published>2008-09-11T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T10:31:05.185-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Newest addition to the family!</title><content type='html'>Congratulations Aunty Joanne Monteiro and Uncle Teck Wei on your first little bundle of joy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting the newest addition to the family, my little cousin brother, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ethan Thum&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244805543554452466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SMlK2ouQC_I/AAAAAAAAAE4/Bo0ggIlBaJk/s320/ethan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so cute-lah. ethan only at 5 hours old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Born on the 11th of september, today morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Welcome to the family!!! Cant wait to carry and cuddle u!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The proud parents,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244806782515772818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SMlL-wNpfZI/AAAAAAAAAFA/OZ3uKXKvZ9E/s320/10747685_475.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;and as to my dearest uncle alvin...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244807344869657570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SMlMffJQy-I/AAAAAAAAAFI/S13GnzXJmIk/s320/10747013_475.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;GROW UP lah.... accept the fact you are OLD ALREADY! haha...if you cant be an uncle to us.. u better be good uncle to little ethan!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3743648018287485720-2194989454092924727?l=lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/2194989454092924727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3743648018287485720&amp;postID=2194989454092924727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/2194989454092924727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/2194989454092924727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/2008/09/newest-addition-to-family.html' title='Newest addition to the family!'/><author><name>Elizabeth Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177224126305620184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SK7C0y5lcsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9tlNrbFTrXw/S220/DSC00767.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SMlK2ouQC_I/AAAAAAAAAE4/Bo0ggIlBaJk/s72-c/ethan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743648018287485720.post-4759979082135075708</id><published>2008-09-08T23:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T00:20:35.646-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Accident'/><title type='text'>Car Accident</title><content type='html'>@@!!!&lt;br /&gt;im just so unlucky! i think swee leen would totally agree with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a rainy saturday afternoon and traffic was bad on the MRR2. I picked amanda and kum yeen from the lrt station cos they were gonna sleep over at my place for the weekend. we were heading towards tesco as we needed to buy some groceries for the steamboat we planned earlier to celebrate mooncake festival. For some reason, the traffic was slow and as i was trailing behind a toyota unser he hit his breaks. i could not break in time and i hit his car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i drove the car to the side of the road terrified i braved myself n went out of the car in hoping to come to a settlement with this guy. just my luck. the guy turned out to be complete ASSHOLE with the capital A! he called his asshole friends n they came and started shouting at amanda and kum yeen who was trying to negotiate with them. i almost could not contain my tears i went into the car and reached out for my handphone and started going through my phonebook calling uncles, cousins, godbros, guy friends but for some reason! NO ONE ANSWERED MY CALLS!! i was SO frustrated! i couldnt believe my luck! i needed a guy's help cos i think they were bullying us cause we were a bunch of young girls. i didnt want to call my dad cos i was afraid of his reaction. i wanted to be a hero n solve it on my own! bloody smart move! like as though god was teaching me a lesson, i had no choice but to call my dad since no one answered my calls! i was surprised when the first thing he asked was did i get hurt. the ASSHOLE"S friend demanded for RM500 or replacement of his car bumper which was complete n utter RUBBISH cos his car was barely damaged&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243915700925263858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SMYhi-m-b_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/2n8nYjAP-BM/s320/HaTaKe056-2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had no choice but to make a police report. but he refused to go to the police station together cos he wanted to have lunch. what a major asshole! i lost my temper n shouted at him. n we went our separate ways. couldnt find the stupid police station cos apparently there's only one police station that handles car accidents which is the one in petaling street. my uncle took me there the next day. my car looks like joke compared to the rest of the cars there. unbelievable. his car would probably stand out like a sore thumb if u noe what i mean unless he further damage his car to take advantage of the situation. which i think he is totally capable of! &lt;strong&gt;IM JUST SO PISSED!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there was always a brighter side to the situation rite?? at least i try to convince myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;at least no one got hurt! THANK GOD!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;CALL YOUR DAD NO MATTER WHAT!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;thank god i was not alone and my girlfriends were to help me!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;lesson learnt. drive carefully. u do not want to bang into an asshole's car.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243917305178616194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SMYjAW6x8YI/AAAAAAAAAEw/E7DJc-1pv9s/s320/DSC00338.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my first time in a car accident and the car's first time. sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3743648018287485720-4759979082135075708?l=lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/4759979082135075708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3743648018287485720&amp;postID=4759979082135075708' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/4759979082135075708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/4759979082135075708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/2008/09/car-accident.html' title='Car Accident'/><author><name>Elizabeth Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177224126305620184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SK7C0y5lcsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9tlNrbFTrXw/S220/DSC00767.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SMYhi-m-b_I/AAAAAAAAAEo/2n8nYjAP-BM/s72-c/HaTaKe056-2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743648018287485720.post-5541482561430350502</id><published>2008-09-05T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T19:53:28.079-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>Getting too attached</title><content type='html'>This week was a total hell week. 2 exams back to back on wed and thurs. 3 lab reports due. lab session and lectures to attend. totally deprived of sleep.I honestly dont know how our head of school of pharmacy, dr yeong can tell us that she sleeps at 10pm evryday regardless if she has exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways back to the topic, we( housemates+me) rescued a kitten a few days back. We have been noticing the kitten around the condo. Some idiot threw blue paint on the kitten and it was covered in blue, thin and scrawny. i dont know what got into i suggested on keeping the kitten as a pet in the house. surprisingly, evryone agreed to it. we brought it back and gave it a bath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242721174584603778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SMHjIZOItII/AAAAAAAAAEQ/uwXpOGInmiQ/s320/DSC00328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;so cute lah! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sadly, we had to give him up yesterday cos most of us didnt have the time and it was creating quite a mess in the apartment. i think i got a bit too attached to it. As we were taking it down the lift, i think he could tell that we were gonna put him back outside. there was sadness in its eyes. sigh. i could cry. i hate myself cos i get attached too easily despite the fact i dont even like cats! it follows me around and some times i catch it sleeping on my bed next to me. how could i not get attached to it?? sigh. woke up today feeling cranky. normally the kitten would greet me with his meow cos its hungry. sigh. i just hope it'll be okay on its own.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;sigh.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242725783245170450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SMHnUp0cJxI/AAAAAAAAAEY/585_1kF0qI4/s320/DSC00334.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you louie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3743648018287485720-5541482561430350502?l=lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/5541482561430350502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3743648018287485720&amp;postID=5541482561430350502' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/5541482561430350502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/5541482561430350502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/2008/09/getting-too-attached.html' title='Getting too attached'/><author><name>Elizabeth Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177224126305620184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SK7C0y5lcsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9tlNrbFTrXw/S220/DSC00767.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SMHjIZOItII/AAAAAAAAAEQ/uwXpOGInmiQ/s72-c/DSC00328.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743648018287485720.post-3840498933257689010</id><published>2008-08-28T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T02:30:11.633-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pharmacy'/><title type='text'>The horrendous Dispensing and compounding!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://pro.corbis.com/images/BXP62056.jpg?size=572&amp;amp;uid=%7BC7D5640B-26BB-45E5-9C4C-3488BA9C1BBF%7D"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://pro.corbis.com/images/BXP62056.jpg?size=572&amp;amp;uid=%7BC7D5640B-26BB-45E5-9C4C-3488BA9C1BBF%7D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OMG! i so hate dispensing and compounding! Evry fortnight on wednesdays the cycle repeats where we spent late nights reading up on dispensing notes and the reference book and basically prepare ourselves mentaly and physically! the lab session is just nerve wrecking! we would be given a prescription and we're suppose to check the incompatibility, dosage n do the calculations n make the drug all within an hour individually without talking! people rushing up n out trying to complete making their drugs...its just like in being in ' Hell's Kitchen' with Mr. Jony our lecturer as Chef Gordon Ramsey and of course minus the foul language! haha. The final outcome of it utter disappointment- ZERO MARKS! *screams* for even the slightest mistake. yesterday i had the worse lab session ever. i was completely dumbstruck. i had no idea what to do when i was given the prescription as suddenly evrything looked completely alien to me. i stared at the piece of paper for almost 10mins of my precious time not knowing what to do. we had to make an emulsion for the treatment of psoriasis n there was a few methods to make it. i panicked as i watched some of my classmates starting to weigh their ingredients. i managed to figure something out and scribbled some calculations on my lab report and started weighing my ingredients n measuring evrything. feeling quite satisfied with myself, i mix my ingredients in my mortar and pestle and started mixing vigorously. after sometime, i realised my emulsion was jus not turning the way it should. a flash of panic. threw it away and redid the whole thing. still no avail. in the end i just poured what ever i made into the bottle, fumbled with my label and passed up my lab report half blank as my time was up. it was a disaster. but it turns out only 5 students got the method right out of the whole lab of 35 ppl. the rest of us...the lovely ZERO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im so desperate to pass this subject! totally not a fun subject to repeat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GOD PLS HELP ME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3743648018287485720-3840498933257689010?l=lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/3840498933257689010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3743648018287485720&amp;postID=3840498933257689010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/3840498933257689010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/3840498933257689010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/2008/08/horrendous-dispensing-and-compounding.html' title='The horrendous Dispensing and compounding!'/><author><name>Elizabeth Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177224126305620184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SK7C0y5lcsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9tlNrbFTrXw/S220/DSC00767.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743648018287485720.post-5896358118904428532</id><published>2008-08-27T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T06:52:25.110-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pharmacy'/><title type='text'>science is cruel!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i thought i was being smart to take up pharmacy and just deal with chemistry n drugs. But i was so wrong! i had to dissect a frog for cardiovascular system lab last week. Back in secondary school, there was once when we had to bring our own frog to dissect. I brought my frog n i released the frog in the school pond. haha. I just cant stand the fact of killing such poor innocent creatures despite how ugly they look. lol. for honestly nothing. Apparently we had to observe the effects if certain drugs on the heart. Fine. we do learn something but is it necessary to kill so many? n cant they make it a less painful death for the poor frogs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239187641406517378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SLVVZsWm8II/AAAAAAAAADo/vppTCLfZvEk/s320/P1000873.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;the poor frog. :( being pitt as they call it. they use some sort of wire rod to poke the frog in the head while it struggles n fight for its poor life. The frog would not die but it will be brain dead i guess. we almost had to do that on our own. I honestly dont think i could have done that. haha i think i would have let it go n say the frog slipped off my hand.lol. thank god the lab assistant helped us. i wonder how many animals have they killed.i dont know how they can do it like as though they are cutting a piece of paper. The lab atmosphere was just loud with loads of girls shrieking n screaming. Even the guys were shrieking k? im not joking. haha.bunch of cowards. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239189945984328338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SLVXf1kxopI/AAAAAAAAADw/HyOry70vhaA/s320/P1000888.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i cant believe i did that!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239190808071818482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SLVYSBGczPI/AAAAAAAAAD4/67eTtYXqz-8/s320/P1000897.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;the frog's heart. we had to hang to the 'thing' which i forgot what u call it.lol. its connected to the computer where u can read the heart rate after administering different types of drugs on the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SLVZQrTaRzI/AAAAAAAAAEA/d4U_QTstXvM/s1600-h/P1000912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239191884552357682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SLVZQrTaRzI/AAAAAAAAAEA/d4U_QTstXvM/s320/P1000912.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SLVZufvTyAI/AAAAAAAAAEI/uAq6MwKMEcQ/s1600-h/P1000908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239192396844222466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SLVZufvTyAI/AAAAAAAAAEI/uAq6MwKMEcQ/s320/P1000908.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;froggy with the brush.lol. this frog was a survivor     Electrical stimulation on the frog;s heart hanged on the longest. but still it died after a long   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;battle.      &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POOR FROGGIES&lt;/strong&gt;! We had to be cruel in order to be kind. According to my lecturer, it will help us save lives in future so killing the frog is not cruel! &lt;strong&gt;WELL I STILL THINK SO!! roar!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3743648018287485720-5896358118904428532?l=lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/5896358118904428532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3743648018287485720&amp;postID=5896358118904428532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/5896358118904428532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/5896358118904428532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/2008/08/science-is-cruel.html' title='science is cruel!'/><author><name>Elizabeth Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177224126305620184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SK7C0y5lcsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9tlNrbFTrXw/S220/DSC00767.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SLVVZsWm8II/AAAAAAAAADo/vppTCLfZvEk/s72-c/P1000873.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743648018287485720.post-8017080943723570640</id><published>2008-08-22T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T22:43:36.521-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><title type='text'>Updates!</title><content type='html'>I haven't really been blogging for quite some time since i didnt have internet connection back here in cheras. Its been almost two months since the new semester started. i can't believe im already a second year pharmacy student...its scary how time flies. But enough about that....im just so happy to annouce that ive finally moved to the condo. I was staying with grandaunt previously if you didnt know. Really thankful for that. I just want back my freedom. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n plus im really tired of fighting with the KL traffic! really stressful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are a few pictures of my new place....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237573899938508706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SK-Ztk6xL6I/AAAAAAAAACw/iSKcYSEWqbA/s320/P1000919.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SK-bGtENR_I/AAAAAAAAAC4/BdNAURdXSto/s1600-h/P1000920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237575431133939698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SK-bGtENR_I/AAAAAAAAAC4/BdNAURdXSto/s320/P1000920.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my comfy bed my vanity corner, my dressing table...hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SK-bn0_VN0I/AAAAAAAAADA/X22egZySfZw/s1600-h/P1000921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237576000196654914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SK-bn0_VN0I/AAAAAAAAADA/X22egZySfZw/s320/P1000921.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SK-cxCUNtjI/AAAAAAAAADI/HwFZqoHr7po/s1600-h/P1000826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237577257904354866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SK-cxCUNtjI/AAAAAAAAADI/HwFZqoHr7po/s320/P1000826.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laundry basket,cupboard, study table i just love this! my collage of people i love! to&lt;br /&gt;remind me of them evryday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SK-ddUEXAMI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Z_-sDY2vKYQ/s1600-h/P1000922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237578018583937218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SK-ddUEXAMI/AAAAAAAAADQ/Z_-sDY2vKYQ/s320/P1000922.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SK-d77NC5ZI/AAAAAAAAADY/SBvtI6Ffxj4/s1600-h/P1000923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237578544485426578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SK-d77NC5ZI/AAAAAAAAADY/SBvtI6Ffxj4/s320/P1000923.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the living room the dining table...where we do our work! haha&lt;br /&gt;n my housemates juliana n shee hui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SK-epLfD_kI/AAAAAAAAADg/XeDCm8nSvK8/s1600-h/P1000925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237579321950076482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SK-epLfD_kI/AAAAAAAAADg/XeDCm8nSvK8/s320/P1000925.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the stove where we attempt to cook. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally somewhere i can call &lt;strong&gt;HOME! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really love the new place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i walk to uni now..hopefully i'll lose some weight haha eventhough McD , A&amp;amp;W , Pizza Hut or whatever fast food joint there is , is just walking distance away! LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3743648018287485720-8017080943723570640?l=lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/8017080943723570640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3743648018287485720&amp;postID=8017080943723570640' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/8017080943723570640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/8017080943723570640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/2008/08/updates.html' title='Updates!'/><author><name>Elizabeth Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177224126305620184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SK7C0y5lcsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9tlNrbFTrXw/S220/DSC00767.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SK-Ztk6xL6I/AAAAAAAAACw/iSKcYSEWqbA/s72-c/P1000919.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3743648018287485720.post-5063319677687643464</id><published>2008-08-22T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T21:31:46.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Au Revoir Tabulas and HELLO blogspot!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As much as i love my tabulas....after so long trying to understand and familiarize myself with tabulas...i finally realise that tabulas is just not meant for someone like me who knows nuts bout the whole webpage design setting configuration thingy. &lt;strong&gt;I JUST DONT GET YOU!.&lt;/strong&gt; Since we just dont see eye to eye at all..........ive moved to &lt;strong&gt;BLOGSPOT! &lt;/strong&gt;loves!loves! so user-friendly! totally suitable first time bloggers! Evry step is guided and just a click away! Dont need those complicated codes or whatever! &lt;strong&gt;LOVES very much! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you swee leen for designing my old blog...i loved it very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;helloooo blogspot...and im here to stay....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3743648018287485720-5063319677687643464?l=lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/feeds/5063319677687643464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3743648018287485720&amp;postID=5063319677687643464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/5063319677687643464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3743648018287485720/posts/default/5063319677687643464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lizziemonteiro.blogspot.com/2008/08/au-revoir-tabulas-and-hello-blogspot.html' title='Au Revoir Tabulas and HELLO blogspot!'/><author><name>Elizabeth Monteiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13177224126305620184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbSGaLZ7QAM/SK7C0y5lcsI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9tlNrbFTrXw/S220/DSC00767.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
