<?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-3473402152022991637</id><updated>2012-02-17T02:16:12.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>≈ Łŷnйeŧtê ™</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473402152022991637/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lynnette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12922567630543379200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/SRP3jEuj2_I/AAAAAAAAADI/dfMZLLXnzQo/S220/apple.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473402152022991637.post-9200441225503943263</id><published>2010-02-06T23:20:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T19:46:59.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come Back of 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;After 5 months of abandoning my blog, I'm finally back!!! Knowing me, this is probably 'cause of my laziness. But, if my memory serves me right, after the previous post I was quite busy with a huge pile of assessments and assignments. Like it always is at the end of the semester. After December 1st, when I had my last final paper of Law, it was 2 months of holidays for me. Nothing much happened actually so nothing much to blog about. Spent most of those 2 months cooped up in an office cubicle working. Honestly, the work was boring and the hours were long. I was kinda like an office girl + clerk, most of the things I did was typing, filing, faxing, photostatting, etc... But the pay was quite good so no complains there. My very first job! Wow!! Can't really believed that it happened. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Brief overview of the more exciting events that happened during my semester break:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;December 4th &amp;amp; 5th&lt;/strong&gt;, went for a two-day trip up to Cameron Highlands with four other families which were dad's previous schoolmates. Quite an enjoyable and relaxing trip. Haven't been to Cameron for quite a while too. I envy my dad and his friends for still keeping their friendship strong though some of them have already moved out of KL. It's been only a year for me and I've already started losing touch with some of my friends. =( Actually, there was nothing much to do there but since it was a short trip there weren't much extra time anyway. The weather there was also nice and refreshing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/S3E9Sv0ePuI/AAAAAAAAANI/H2SNpaXxvqI/s1600-h/Cameron2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436193617496391394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/S3E9Sv0ePuI/AAAAAAAAANI/H2SNpaXxvqI/s320/Cameron2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;December 24th&lt;/strong&gt;, Christmas eve &amp;amp; ZhiYing's birthday. Went to McD at Auto City after work to meet up with ZhiYing for a small gathering to celebrate her birthday. She even made her own birthday cake and brought some to share with us, which was delicious. ^^ JingWen and SinYen also showed up later. Ah Boo (too many 'Xin Yi' to name.. ==) was also supposed to come but she was stuck in a traffic jam at Penang bridge. Sat around and gossiped about our various school life then decided to walk over to the other side with the stage to see what was going on. Walked around blindly for awhile then went over to the stage where the cast of 高校铁金刚 were promoting their show, along with Nicholas, the MYfm announcer. ZhiYing was taking pictures of them non-stop with her sister's camera like a paparazzi. Even though none of us were really into them. Lolx. I didn't wait for the countdown and left earlier. There probably would be a major traffic jam after 12am when everyone is heading home after the countdown. No point getting caught in the traffic with everyone else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/S3FD9erkRPI/AAAAAAAAANQ/eIjYnYs0Niw/s1600-h/McD.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436200948699776242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/S3FD9erkRPI/AAAAAAAAANQ/eIjYnYs0Niw/s320/McD.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/S3FD93000sI/AAAAAAAAANY/sBjFPz3a9Gc/s1600-h/autocity.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436200955449496258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/S3FD93000sI/AAAAAAAAANY/sBjFPz3a9Gc/s320/autocity.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/S3FD-cHyJeI/AAAAAAAAANg/C5tA5ZRLUb4/s1600-h/autocity+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436200965192689122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/S3FD-cHyJeI/AAAAAAAAANg/C5tA5ZRLUb4/s320/autocity+2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;December 31st&lt;/strong&gt;, the last day of 2009. Typical of me, I just spent that day at home watching countdown TV programmes. Hah.. Everywhere is probably jammed up so I'm feeling lazy to step outside. Watched fireworks from my mom's bedroom window. That was all. What a boring way to usher in the new year, I know. But that is what I do almost every year for the past 18 years of my life. I'm a boring person anyway. You would know that just by reading my blog. This whole blog just screams out one word - "BORING!!!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Enough of the past, back to the present. First week of February 2010, also my first week of TAFE semester 3. It's only the first week but already the lecturers have started pressuring us. Especially for Tax, which has a high failure rate of 55%!! Plus, there's more subjects and 3 external papers. This should be the worst sem for the whole course. Sigh~ But at least there isn't some stupid, boring MPW subject this sem. I really should work harder and put in more effort for this sem. No more time for me to slack off and relax and postpone things to the last minute. Prolly gonna drown myself in a sea of books soon enough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Besides, first week only and I'm already starting to hate two of the new lecturers. I'm sorry but I hate teachers who always like to ask questions in class!! It makes me extra nervous, being the shy and introvert girl that I am, to speak up in front of everyone and having their attention all focused on me!!! Especially for Business Plan, only 5 minutes into class with the lecturer introducing the subject and already I've hated it. Even before the part where she starts asking questions. Luckily this subject is for 7 weeks only. But it's still long enough. I didn't really sign up for business when I chose accounting. And the business section is the most boring part of the whole newspaper, that's why lazy people like me just skip that section, thus we completely have no knowledge on business whatsoever. So please stop asking us questions and rolling your eyes and making that 'Like that also you don't know ah!' kind of face when we don't know the answers to your questions. Your job is to teach us what we don't know mah.. Haiyo. (Or maybe I'm the only ignorant one.. ==) Strongly reminds me of my form 3 English teacher lar... Same same pattern. Even have almost the same name. Swt...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Classes ended earlier on Wednesday so we (as in XinYi, SokWern &amp;amp; me.. it's always the three of us only.. T.T) went to Gurney Red Box. Thought that since we were going to be damn busy from now on, might as well relax and enjoy first while we still have the time to do so. XP After about 4 hours of singing and shouting, we went for 'dinner' at Tanjung Bungah around 10pm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Friday's classes is the worst! Starting from 8am till 6pm with a 4-hour break in between. Waste of my time. If only the last class could start earlier then I could go home earlier too. As you know, the bridge gets clogged up during office hours. Especially on Fridays when most people who are working on the island will head home to the mainland for their weekend. Worse still, next Friday is the eve of CNY eve, everyone will definitely be rushing back to their 'kampungs' for CNY. Anyway, during the long break, we headed to Makatsuki for lunch then went to Gurney, again, to pass the remaing time till the next class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;To all my friends out there whom I've failed to contact within this few months and you're wondering how I'm doing, sorry to disappoint, but I'm still the same as always. Plain, boring and lazy. That's why, as usual, my blog is lacking pictures and any other special formats. I prefer it nice and simple. ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473402152022991637-9200441225503943263?l=noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/9200441225503943263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3473402152022991637&amp;postID=9200441225503943263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473402152022991637/posts/default/9200441225503943263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473402152022991637/posts/default/9200441225503943263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com/2010/02/come-back-of-2010.html' title='Come Back of 2010'/><author><name>Lynnette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12922567630543379200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/SRP3jEuj2_I/AAAAAAAAADI/dfMZLLXnzQo/S220/apple.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/S3E9Sv0ePuI/AAAAAAAAANI/H2SNpaXxvqI/s72-c/Cameron2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473402152022991637.post-8083338745583440330</id><published>2009-08-16T01:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T19:47:49.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quite an unlucky week for me. Sigh~ Nothing really seem to go my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... all was going well on Monday. Xin Yi took us to Prangin Mall during the four-hour break in between classes. Had quite an enjoyable time there. But later at night Sok Wern received a bad news from home and she had to rush home. So I was left alone at the hostel for the whole week. Luckily one of her friends, Mun Mun, accompanied me and I didn't have to sleep alone for the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes ended at 1pm on Tuesday. At first, we planned to either watch a movie or sing our hearts out. But then Xin Yi changed 'watching a movie' to Wednesday during another four-hour break (I'm starting to hate these long breaks... nothing to do in between...) and since Sok Wern has gone home and it's just the two of us, plans were cancelled. After class, Xin Yi took me and Si Jie (a girl from China who's in the same course) out to have lunch. Met our law lecturer, Mr Tan Chee Keong, there. Kinda akward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, wanted to watch Overheard but Xin Yi was feeling unwell. Headed to Queensbay anyway for lunch then accompanied her to the hospital for a checkup. I should've gotten a mask. Feel that somehow the hospital's air is more polluted with viruses. Hah! Still had some time before class starts so went to Xin Yi's house again (recently been going there quite often). Then she decides not to attend class since she has a medical leave anyway, so she kindly sent me back to college and then went home herself. What a nice girl.. I owe you $5,000... or maybe $50,000 by now..? Lolx. (insider's joke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened on Thursday, just that Xin Yi's flu got a bit more serious. Hope you get well soon gurl~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lecturer warned us about some suspected H1N1 cases in the TAFE sem 1 students. Heard that a few of my 'juniors', those new students in sem 1, were either at the hopital or quaratined at home. My friend's friend also said that about half the students in sem 1 were absent from class. The college is also giving away free masks for the whole college. It seems like things are getting more serious here at Inti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people, drink more H2O and take care of yourselves. Prevention is better than cure. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473402152022991637-8083338745583440330?l=noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/8083338745583440330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3473402152022991637&amp;postID=8083338745583440330' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473402152022991637/posts/default/8083338745583440330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473402152022991637/posts/default/8083338745583440330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com/2009/08/quite-unlucky-week-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynnette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12922567630543379200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/SRP3jEuj2_I/AAAAAAAAADI/dfMZLLXnzQo/S220/apple.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473402152022991637.post-5145870725992668315</id><published>2009-08-09T14:39:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T19:30:34.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;3 August, Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a four-hour break from 12pm to 4pm. Xin Yi had to go to Loh Guan Lye hospital to pass something to her mom who was having a medical checkup there. We wanted to eat dim sum again opposite KDU college but as it was quite late already the food were almost finished. So we had to change the place where we're having lunch. Wasn't really familiar with the roads and places so we were like simply driving around the place. Penang people don't know Penang roads. Ish.. I don't really have a very good sense of direction. And I'm more familiar with the roads here in Butterworth. Anyway, we ended up having lunch at New World Park. We finished lunch at around 2pm and had no where else to go so headed to Xin Yi's condo somewhere near Greenlane. Watched 100% Entertainment and laughed till our stomachs hurt. Haven't watched Xiao Zhu &amp;amp; Xiao Gui for quite a long time. After the show went back to college to continue our accounting class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;5 August, Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to do during the four-hour break so went to Xin Yi's house to sleep. XD Just when we arrived she took us to an outdoor gymnasium just outside the condo. Rare pics taken by us there. Haha.. 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width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/Sn6YTPTmz7I/AAAAAAAAAMw/PdQ32KGAH4w/s320/20090805664.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367895262165913522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Had law class after that at the lecture theater. Since the class had lesser students than expected, the lecturer changed our class to another smaller lecture room. So this is the last time we'll be at the lecture theater. Took some pics for 'remembrance'. Feel so sampat and xia sui... =.=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/Sn6YTc4r2CI/AAAAAAAAAM4/EvR5PTepD7I/s1600-h/20090805665.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/Sn6YTc4r2CI/AAAAAAAAAM4/EvR5PTepD7I/s320/20090805665.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367895265811093538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/Sn6YT1JT3BI/AAAAAAAAANA/2sAyTAL3omI/s1600-h/20090805666.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/Sn6YT1JT3BI/AAAAAAAAANA/2sAyTAL3omI/s320/20090805666.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367895272323275794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;6 August, Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After class went to Queensbay again. Wanted to watch Overheard but the showing was too late so settled for The Proposal. Many have watched it and many have said it's nice. Have to agree to that. Good balance between humor and romance. But the romance seems kinda unlikely. He hates his boss for three years and then after three days together he falls in love with her?!?! Don't really think it can happen in real life. Starting to dig Ryan Reynolds now. Hehe.. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473402152022991637-5145870725992668315?l=noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/5145870725992668315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3473402152022991637&amp;postID=5145870725992668315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473402152022991637/posts/default/5145870725992668315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473402152022991637/posts/default/5145870725992668315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com/2009/08/3-august-monday-had-four-hour-break.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynnette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12922567630543379200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/SRP3jEuj2_I/AAAAAAAAADI/dfMZLLXnzQo/S220/apple.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/Sn5v8KLZnmI/AAAAAAAAALY/ACQl2Gs7J9M/s72-c/05-08-09_1204.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473402152022991637.post-7188443034521338456</id><published>2009-07-31T23:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T14:31:41.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;27 July, Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Went back to the hostel this morning. Halfway there, Sin Nee phoned and said that the lecturer was on medical leave so classes were cancelled. Therefore, we have the whole day free. Didn't have anything much to do so went to Gurney with Sok Wern, Sin Nee and Xin Yi. Went to Red Box and sang for about 3 hours. We were coughing and having sore throats but still managed to belt out all those songs. Luckily we still had our voices after that although it was a bit coarse. After that, walked around a bit then headed home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;28 July, Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Had law class at 8am early in the morning. I think almost more than half the class were struggling to stay awake during the lecture. Had a hard time trying to keep my eyes open. This is the most torturing subject ever, worse than Malaysian Studies. Dad is starting to lecture me about not failing law. 'It would not only be a waste of your time and also my money if you fail law and have to retake the same paper next sem.' Haizz... Wondering how to ace this subject when staying awake in class is already a problem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Later on had MYOB at 10am. MYOB is a computing software that records accounts. Now that everything is computerised, it's only normal for us to learn how to record accounts in the computer. At first thought that it would be a breeze but it turned out harder than I expected. Plus the lecturer was teaching so fast half of us were blur and confused most of the time. Starting to hate computer classes from now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And its not just computer that I'm starting to hate. Law is the most boring subject ever. Accounts... well, accounts is not actually boring but the lecturer somehow makes you feel like dozing off. Hate these subjects partly because of the lecturer. And now is only the second week. Wondering how to survive for the rest of the semester. Another minor drawback: the text books are damn thick and heavy. My whole body aches just by carrying those damn books and climbing up the stairs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After MYOB there's another hour of accounts but the lecturer is still on medical leave so class was cancelled again. Wanted to go to Queensbay to shop or maybe catch a movie but unluckily there was no transport so headed back to the hostel to catch forty winks. Spent too much money yesterday anyway. Must save money!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;29 July, Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Had accounting class at 8am again today. Lazy to wake up so early in the morning even though it used to be earlier in high school. There was a 4-hour break in between as the next class starts at 3pm. So headed to Queensbay for lunch and to spend the rest of the hours. Lunched at Kim Gary, again. Walked, walked and walked then headed back to college for law class. Probably cause of the coffee (which is actually 'ying yang', mixed with tea) I drank for lunch or maybe cause today's topic was a tad more interesting, I was actually feeling quite energetic for the full 3 hours of the class. But still at times it was quite boring. I think it's because of the way the lecturer lectures. Class ended at 6pm and was dead tired. Feels like the longest day ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;31 July, Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;31st is Baskin Robbin's day. Lolx~ Had a two-hour break in between classes so went to Queensbay again as Xin Yi wanted to have Baskin Robbins. Had our lunch at Secret Recipe but then there wasn't enough time for ice cream and there was a long queue. So went back to classes without ice cream. =( After class, Sin Nee fetched me back home to Inderawasih. As I didn't had my share of ice cream, asked dad to buy for me so we went to Jusco as it's the only place on mainland that has BR. Heheh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31st of July... My cousin's birthday. So... Happy Birthday to Mun Yeu~~ ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473402152022991637-7188443034521338456?l=noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/7188443034521338456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3473402152022991637&amp;postID=7188443034521338456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473402152022991637/posts/default/7188443034521338456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473402152022991637/posts/default/7188443034521338456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com/2009/07/27-july-monday-went-back-to-hostel-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynnette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12922567630543379200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/SRP3jEuj2_I/AAAAAAAAADI/dfMZLLXnzQo/S220/apple.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473402152022991637.post-4879709610618168457</id><published>2009-07-26T14:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T14:31:12.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The first week of class was... hectic. First day back to college after a month of break and the lecturers just start introducing the new subjects. Worse still, something was wrong with the air-conditioners so we were sweating like hell the whole day. As no one could really study in those conditions, classes were dismissed early that day. And besides, most of us haven't gotten the textbooks yet so no point in teaching much anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This semester's subjects seems more difficult and tough... and boring. First class of law and everyone were like dozing off. Wonder how I'm gonna manage for the rest of the sem. According to the lecturer, law has a high failure rate. Yikes!! Think I'm gonna have to work harder and put in more effort in order to score higher. Assignments are also a hell lot more than last sem. No more last minutes!!! Keep telling myself so but always failing to do so. Hopefully this time I'll definitely change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, the first week was kinda ok. Starting to count down the days till spring break in September. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473402152022991637-4879709610618168457?l=noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/4879709610618168457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3473402152022991637&amp;postID=4879709610618168457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473402152022991637/posts/default/4879709610618168457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473402152022991637/posts/default/4879709610618168457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com/2009/07/first-week-of-class-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynnette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12922567630543379200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/SRP3jEuj2_I/AAAAAAAAADI/dfMZLLXnzQo/S220/apple.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473402152022991637.post-4704549939846588238</id><published>2009-07-18T00:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T14:32:11.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Had my semester break for the past 50 days or so. Nothing interesting happened so there wasn't much to blog about which explains the one month absent from blogger. In other words, I'm just plain lazy. The last 50+ days was spent either in front of the computer or lazing on the couch in front of the television set. Typical of me. Wanted to learn cooking and baking from my mom but in the end didn't really learn anything. Almost the whole semester break was spent by just lazing around the house. Sigh~ How can I get rid of this laziness??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went down to KL for a few days during my sister's school holidays to visit my relatives. Didn't do anything much there either. Watched 17 Again with my cousin and sister. Liked the movie. It has a rather different plot than your typical teenage romance drama. Well, I wonder whether if 20 years later I'll be having a hell of a life and wishing I was back at 17 so that I wouldn't make the wrong decisions. Hopefully not. Really, I hope I don't have much regrets later on about the decisions I make now. If only we could travel through time... Things would definitely be so much easier then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched another movie with my sis which was Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen. Brilliant movie. Though I think I prefer the first one. Besides Bumblebee, Optimus Prime and Megatron, the rest of the robots were very much a blur. If I hadn't Wiki'd it, I pretty much can't make out which is which. Megan Fox is as hot as always. Shia LaBeouf isn't the hottest guy around but he is still kinda cool. The best thing that I like about the movie is the sport cars. Wonder when can I own one of those. *starts daydreaming*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, starting my second semester next week. Time sure flies. Without noticing another half year has gone by. At first wanted to move out of the hostel but then the time is too short to prepare everything so I guess I'm stuck at that damn hostel for another semester. But hopefully one of my friend is driving there so at least our nights there won't be as boring. Happy and carefree times sure passes fast. Not really enthusiastic about the new sem. Already starting to look forward till the next sem break. Lolx~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473402152022991637-4704549939846588238?l=noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/4704549939846588238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3473402152022991637&amp;postID=4704549939846588238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473402152022991637/posts/default/4704549939846588238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473402152022991637/posts/default/4704549939846588238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com/2009/07/had-my-semester-break-for-past-50-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynnette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12922567630543379200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/SRP3jEuj2_I/AAAAAAAAADI/dfMZLLXnzQo/S220/apple.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473402152022991637.post-840145437000339234</id><published>2009-05-17T14:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T14:35:45.219+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Such a busy week for me. Done with assignments but this week busy with tests. Just hope that my Malaysian Studies can get a pass. It is the most boring and useless subject ever!!! This semester is coming to an end so here comes the final exams. But after that can enjoy my long holidays. Hoping to meet up with my high school friends again. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473402152022991637-840145437000339234?l=noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/840145437000339234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3473402152022991637&amp;postID=840145437000339234' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473402152022991637/posts/default/840145437000339234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473402152022991637/posts/default/840145437000339234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com/2009/05/such-busy-week-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynnette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12922567630543379200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/SRP3jEuj2_I/AAAAAAAAADI/dfMZLLXnzQo/S220/apple.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473402152022991637.post-535283179371461136</id><published>2009-05-10T15:27:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T14:36:18.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Finally, finished all my assignments. *breathes a sigh of relieve* The presentation that I was dreading so much is also done. Not a very good presentation. Sigh~ The result of doing things last minute. Why still can't I change?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's bad news and good news this week. Bad news first. This is Su Lynn's last week at Inti International College Penang. She's leaving us here to go back to Jit Sin College. (lolx..) I got to know her as we were in the same class, 5S6, last year. We didn't really talked much although we were classmates. But somehow when we went to Inti we suddenly became very good. Maybe 'cause we didn't really had any close friends there and so we relied on each other. One guard even said we look alike and another asked whether we were sisters, cause we both had the name 'Lynn'. So we really became sisters in the end. We slept together, bathed together (not inside the same stall of course), ate together, went for movies together, gossipped together... Practically did everything together (exaggerated a little.. hehex), except going to classes together. Once you're gone, I'll definitely miss your presence. The world will suddenly turn quiet, if you know what I mean. *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the good news. It's already the 11th week of my semester 1 course. Another 3 more weeks then it's the end. At first thought that I only had 3 weeks of semester break. Then the lecturer explained things to us and now I realize that I will be having a month and a half of holidays, which is the whole of June and half of July. Yipee~ Then I'll be having the same days off as my sis and we can go holiday-ing. *jumps around the house* And... for the remaining 3 weeks I only have classes till Thursday so there's 3 days weekend break for me. Cheers~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473402152022991637-535283179371461136?l=noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/535283179371461136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3473402152022991637&amp;postID=535283179371461136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473402152022991637/posts/default/535283179371461136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473402152022991637/posts/default/535283179371461136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com/2009/05/finally-finished-all-my-assignments.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynnette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12922567630543379200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/SRP3jEuj2_I/AAAAAAAAADI/dfMZLLXnzQo/S220/apple.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473402152022991637.post-4198762910316608096</id><published>2009-05-04T14:01:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T22:30:39.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;My two-week autumn break has come to an end. Thinking back, I haven't really done anything during this two weeks. Just lazing around, watching tv and surfing net. Typical me. Haven't changed at all. *shakes head at own self* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Another thing that hasn't changed about me is my 'last minute-ness'. Still the same, leaving everything till the very last minute to complete. Now it's already Monday morning yet I still haven't finished my assignments, haven't even started to be exact and they're due soon. Computer assignment due on Tuesday and Finance assignment due on Wednesday. To top it off, I'm supposed to be having a presentation on Friday. Yet this two weeks I've done nothing but lazing around. Great~ *big sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Anyway... wasn't here to blog about all those crap. The events of last night is the main topic of this post. Last night had a gathering with a few of my high school mates. Su Lin, Deffrey, Chuo Ying, Juin How, Bang Ding &amp;amp; Cheng Kee. Yu Chen was supposed to join us but at the last minute she 'put us aeroplane'. Again. We met at Ice Ice Baby for dinner. At around 6pm, went to Su Lin's house and Bang Ding fetched us to Auto City. Saw Deffrey's car on the way and the boys decided to have a race to see who reaches there first. Typical of boys to do so but please... safety first!!! It was raining and the roads were slippery for god damn sake!! That's how accidents happen you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336694671507077650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/Sg-_h1nmOhI/AAAAAAAAAKo/qmJ4yRbIt6Y/s320/DSCF3118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;After dinner walked to Citi Box for karaoke. The night is still young~~ Didn't know that these guys were quite good at singing. They were singing most of the time. (not like I care cause I don't really sing much..) But they still had the courtesy to 'invite' Su Lin and I to sing. Didn't want to steal the spotlight so after a few songs passed the mics back to them. Kekezz... After a while, Su Lin and I went for a walk at the night market nearby. Walking halfway suddenly met Juin How and Deffrey. Thought that the boys were singing non stop but the both of them said they have no voice liao. Hahax. When we walked back it was drizzling slightly and don't know why they were suddenly so gentleman, holding the umbrella for Su Lin and me. Thanks oh~ LMAO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/Sg-_iH8P8FI/AAAAAAAAAKw/cqZJaYN5dHs/s1600-h/DSCF3155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336694676425535570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/Sg-_iH8P8FI/AAAAAAAAAKw/cqZJaYN5dHs/s320/DSCF3155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336699694466231170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/Sg_EGNmYa4I/AAAAAAAAALI/EcEMtmiYHTc/s320/DSCF3169.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/Sg-_hvq3-yI/AAAAAAAAAKY/4vTCrBGNJws/s1600-h/DSCF3116.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Overall it was quite a memorable night. Haven't had an outing with this 'gang' before. By the way, &lt;a href="http://zerodegree217.blogspot.com/"&gt;Deffrey &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://chrisvalentine91.blogspot.com/"&gt;Chuo Ying&lt;/a&gt; also blogged about this. Kindly visit their blogs for more info and pics. (I'm promoting for you guys.. should thank me *evil grin*) Now it's time to continue struggling with my assignments. Aikzz. Wish me luck with my presentation. *fingers crossed*&lt;/span&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/3473402152022991637-4198762910316608096?l=noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/4198762910316608096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3473402152022991637&amp;postID=4198762910316608096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473402152022991637/posts/default/4198762910316608096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473402152022991637/posts/default/4198762910316608096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-two-week-autumn-break-has-come-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynnette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12922567630543379200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/SRP3jEuj2_I/AAAAAAAAADI/dfMZLLXnzQo/S220/apple.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/Sg-_h1nmOhI/AAAAAAAAAKo/qmJ4yRbIt6Y/s72-c/DSCF3118.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473402152022991637.post-1698182789240296068</id><published>2009-05-02T15:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T17:54:44.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Some random pics from long ago (I know.. my blog is in need of pics..) Grabbed it from Su Lynn's friendster actually... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331886228773573154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/Sf6qRojYkiI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/PxkCHoCFaVI/s320/1_901689491l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;the karaoke machine at RedBox (so small)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/Sf6qRojYkiI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/PxkCHoCFaVI/s1600-h/1_901689491l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331884754864741346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/Sf6o710Im-I/AAAAAAAAAKA/BeHy6miheVk/s320/1_812089684l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;at RedBox with Su Lynn during my birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331875684669919330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/Sf6gr4tLEGI/AAAAAAAAAI4/dhLhIT3fYGM/s320/1_129003011l.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;A&amp;amp;W curly fries and root beer float&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331875685288733554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/Sf6gr7Ata3I/AAAAAAAAAJA/ZT1dDnjRpDo/s320/1_134108014l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;my birthday cake ^^&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/Sf6o7u8ZzII/AAAAAAAAAJ4/rbiLc5JytDU/s1600-h/1_735473176l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331884753020374146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/Sf6o7u8ZzII/AAAAAAAAAJ4/rbiLc5JytDU/s320/1_735473176l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;the main entrance of the girls' hostel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331875700654678130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/Sf6gs0QPIHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/gls48PFPDgI/s320/1_302998788l.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;the girls' hostel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/Sf6o7XLquDI/AAAAAAAAAJo/HQF_vDNzG0o/s1600-h/1_665298888l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331884746641946674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/Sf6o7XLquDI/AAAAAAAAAJo/HQF_vDNzG0o/s320/1_665298888l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;the canteen at the college&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/Sf6o7DqdRrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/vhlTfOY6s88/s1600-h/1_375007129l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331884741402379954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/Sf6o7DqdRrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/vhlTfOY6s88/s320/1_375007129l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;level 6.. outside the library&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/Sf6gsFa-hnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/4ShrlbglAB4/s1600-h/1_193407654l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331875688083261042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/Sf6gsFa-hnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/4ShrlbglAB4/s320/1_193407654l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the library&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331875695255493218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/Sf6gsgI-GmI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/2EoMW4U8Bfo/s320/1_226760711l.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yi Lynn &amp;amp; Su Lynn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331886229248851426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/Sf6qRqUsveI/AAAAAAAAAKI/mwd3hJG8YJQ/s320/1_838116759l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;pics are all taken by Chin Su Lynn~ (well.. obviously except the one with me holding the camera.. but it's hers anyway..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473402152022991637-1698182789240296068?l=noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/1698182789240296068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3473402152022991637&amp;postID=1698182789240296068' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473402152022991637/posts/default/1698182789240296068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473402152022991637/posts/default/1698182789240296068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com/2009/05/some-random-pics-from-long-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynnette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12922567630543379200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/SRP3jEuj2_I/AAAAAAAAADI/dfMZLLXnzQo/S220/apple.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/Sf6qRojYkiI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/PxkCHoCFaVI/s72-c/1_901689491l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473402152022991637.post-5733908801324601087</id><published>2009-04-30T00:33:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T22:53:20.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Great!!! It's already more than a week of break yet till now I still haven't really started doing my assignments. Which are all due next week. Damn!!! Still the same old me, leaving everything until the very last minute to be done. Seriously have to change this part of me... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Easier said than done though. Until now still lazing around at home everyday doing nothing. Also planning to have gatherings, go out, play, have fun... So where do I find the time to complete my assignments?? Dammit!!! (actually there's plenty of time... I'm just plain lazy. *grins*) But that's not the main problem. The most important thing is that I don't even know how to do the assignment. So how do you expect me to complete it?! Damn those lecturers.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Had a 2nd attempt at my driving test last Friday. Met &lt;em&gt;Yong Qing&lt;/em&gt; there who was also taking the test for the 2nd time. Luckily it was successful this time. *big smile* But even if I get my driving license I don't have any appropriate car at home for me to drive around. A 10-year-old Camry and Innova is all I got for the moment. How do you expect me to drive these 'giant' cars... Hopefully dad will buy another smaller, cheaper car for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Went to Jusco with &lt;em&gt;Su Lin&lt;/em&gt; just now. &lt;em&gt;Yu Chen&lt;/em&gt; was supposed to join us but in the end she had something else to do so it was just the two of us. As it was just a normal school day, there were only a few people there. Quite boring actually. Walked around a bit then headed to the cinema to watch &lt;em&gt;X-Men Origins: Wolverine&lt;/em&gt;. Really nice movie. &lt;em&gt;Hugh Jackman&lt;/em&gt; has a hot bod!! Fell instantly in love with him. The fighting scenes were also great. There wasn't a scene that was boring. So if you haven't watch it, go check it out... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473402152022991637-5733908801324601087?l=noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/5733908801324601087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3473402152022991637&amp;postID=5733908801324601087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473402152022991637/posts/default/5733908801324601087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473402152022991637/posts/default/5733908801324601087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com/2009/04/great-its-already-more-than-week-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynnette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12922567630543379200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/SRP3jEuj2_I/AAAAAAAAADI/dfMZLLXnzQo/S220/apple.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473402152022991637.post-7201950894024304210</id><published>2009-04-20T23:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T23:35:11.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;The 10th week of the course is the same as usual. Started a new class this week which was the computer class. That's the most interesting class for this whole semester. Seated in front of a desktop with a good connection, almost everyone in class was using the Internet. And I think for most of the time no one really paid attention to the lecturer. I paid more attention to the screen in front of my eyes rather than to the lecturer. Sorry... but that's the power of the Internet. Hehehe~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Didn't went out anywhere except for lunch. No transport as those friends with cars are on study break. Pity me, always have to rely on others for transport. But even if I've already got my driving license there's no car for me to drive so it's still the same. Sigh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;On Thursday night walked to college to study and online. The network there was so fast compared to that at the hostel. The college at night feels so much different than it is in the day. Another new experience. There were quite many students who were studying there too. Later, walked back to the hostel at around midnight. Felt scary as it was dark and there weren't many cars on the road. Luckily there was a boy to accompany us. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Went to the PC Fair at PISA on Friday with my dad. Damn crowded, not only with customers but also with those salespeople. Met some of my ex-schoolmates and college mates there, either shopping or working. Bought a few things then headed home after that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Having two weeks 'autumn' break starting now. But there's so many assignments to complete. Darn it!!! Doesn't really feel like a break at all. The only difference is just that we don't have to go for classes during these two weeks. Anyway... I'm still quite free these two weeks. Haven't seen my high school mates for months already, so... anyone who wanna hang out together please feel free to contact me~ =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Went to Sunway Carnival Mall with Xin Yi &amp;amp; Mei-Senn just now. Thanks to Xin Yi for fetching us there. (another Xin Yi.. ==) Went to Nike to find Yit Ming &amp;amp; Shih Ni who were both working there. The 5 of us sat there talking and chatting and laughing for about 2 hours. I think the other customers who wandered into the shop were scared away by us. After that we went to find Hui Von and the 4 of us went to McD for tea. Chatted for about another 2 hours then went home after that. Didn't really did anything but well, at least that's better than staying at home staring at the same four walls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473402152022991637-7201950894024304210?l=noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/7201950894024304210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3473402152022991637&amp;postID=7201950894024304210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473402152022991637/posts/default/7201950894024304210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473402152022991637/posts/default/7201950894024304210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com/2009/04/10th-week-of-course-is-same-as-usual.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynnette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12922567630543379200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/SRP3jEuj2_I/AAAAAAAAADI/dfMZLLXnzQo/S220/apple.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473402152022991637.post-8751277836018529045</id><published>2009-04-12T18:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T19:02:02.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;6 April, Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipped class today. This time there's really a good reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever noticed there aren't any posts regarding my driving? (no one noticed) Well actually I just had my driving test today. (I know.. it's very late. I'm already 18 for god's sake!!) Anyway, not really a good result. Passed half failed half. No more elaborations. Have to retake the test again. Damn pissed!!! Not only that... the test took about 15 minutes but I spent half of my day sitting at the driving school waiting. Waiting for what, I have no idea. Damn those people and their working efficiency. The best thing they are at doing is wasting other people's time. WTF!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;8 April, Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had the Health and Safety assignment this morning. The lecturer was going so fast I barely had time to catch up. Feeling so damn irritated at that time. Don't think we're all robots, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After class went to Queensbay AGAIN (starting to get fed up about it). Watched &lt;em&gt;Shinjuku Incident&lt;/em&gt; with Su Lynn. Luckily I'm already 18. The people at GSC really checked the IC. One word: violent. Two words: very violent. Three words: so damn violent. Blood and gore everywhere. The movie is about the yakuza (Japanese mafia) so there will definitely be fights, duh... Seriously, if you're under 18 or have heart attacks this movie is highly NOT recommended. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9 April, Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;Malaysian Studies was boring as usual. Spent most of the time whispering and passing notes with my friends. Found out that we got 11 out of 15 marks for the group assignment. Not bad really, considering that we didn't really did anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;Class was dismissed early this afternoon. Xin Yi suddenly suggested to take us to Queensbay. She was in the mood for shopping today. She bought a blouse while Sok Wern bought a pair of slippers. Saw a pair of heels which I wanted to buy but then scared not enough money later, so.. it was put on hold. Hopefully those heels are still on sale the next time I'm there with extra cash~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473402152022991637-8751277836018529045?l=noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/8751277836018529045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3473402152022991637&amp;postID=8751277836018529045' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473402152022991637/posts/default/8751277836018529045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473402152022991637/posts/default/8751277836018529045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com/2009/04/6-april-monday-skipped-class-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynnette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12922567630543379200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/SRP3jEuj2_I/AAAAAAAAADI/dfMZLLXnzQo/S220/apple.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473402152022991637.post-3573271246842799683</id><published>2009-04-05T16:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T18:56:46.391+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;30 March, Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Finally I'm 18 years of age. Had class till 4pm then went to Gurney. At last, another mall besides Queensbay. Haven't been to Gurney for quite awhile. Had A&amp;amp;W's curly fries and root beer float for tea. Whole Penang I think this is the only place that has A&amp;amp;W. Haven't eaten that for a long time too. After that went to RedBox for the first time with Su Lynn, Sok Wern &amp;amp; Xin Yi. We were at there singing our hearts out for about 4 hours then headed back to the hostel around 11pm. At hostel, there was a mini celebration for my birthday. (It was almost the end of the day already.) Sang song, made wish, blew candles, cut cake, ate cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to those who wished me, either by SMS, face to face, or through Internet (Facebook, Friendster, Blogger).&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to those who gave me presents.&lt;br /&gt;Thank to those who spent this special day with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;1 April, Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April's Fool~~ Nothing funny happened today. Had my final exam today. What a joke! We were planning to skip the exam and then say that it's April's Fool so we didn't believe what the lecturer said. But then, who really dare do such a thing. It's the FINAL EXAM for God's sake!!! And by the way, the lecturer already said beforehand that this wasn't a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the exam went to Queensbay again. This time Su Lynn, Shu Hui &amp;amp; I watched &lt;em&gt;Confessions of A Shopaholic&lt;/em&gt;. Nice movie. (I don't really know how to write reviews. Everything is just nice to me.) Isla Fisher is pretty. I just simply love almost every pair of her shoes. Why in hell can't I find these type of shoes that I adore when I really need to buy them?! The shoes that often caught my eye are either too expensive or someone else is already having them. Damn!!! Anyway.. loved her green scarf too. &lt;em&gt;'The Girl in the Green Scarf'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;2 April, Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipped Malaysian Studies this morning. But... I have a good reason for it. (Not really good actually..) My group mates and I planned to finish (haven't even started actually) our Malaysian Studies assignment... which was due tomorrow. Great~ Didn't really did anything ourselves. We copied a file with all the relevant information from a friend and then just edited a few things. But only that took us about the whole day to complete. Someone's admirer was even willing to help us finish the project. I think he put in more effort to complete it compared to us. That's the power of love. Lolxx... Later that night went to Pelita for supper again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;3 April, Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Was halfway through class this morning when suddenly we heard sirens passing by outside. Wondered what the hell happened. Then after class saw that the road outside the college nearing the hostel was clogged up. Found out that an accident happened at the junction coming out from the hostel but didn't really know any details about it. (We were rushing out for our lunch break so didn't stop for long.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that had another class in the afternoon. The lecturer told us that there were 3 accidents just that very day and it all happened at almost the same spot!!! The most serious case was that a car was going downhill too fast and then skidded and lost control. There were 5 girls in it and 2 were seriously injured. I think the lecturer mentioned that 1 was from Jit Sin. Didn't found out who she was. Because of that, the lecturer was counselling us about road safety and how we should appreciate our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, ladies and gentlemen (mostly gentlemen), please be careful on the road. Don't think that your life is only yours and you can do anything with it. Think about your beloved family and friends around you. Your life will also make an impact in their lives if something happened to you. (suddenly feeling thoughtful.. isshh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473402152022991637-3573271246842799683?l=noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/3573271246842799683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3473402152022991637&amp;postID=3573271246842799683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473402152022991637/posts/default/3573271246842799683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473402152022991637/posts/default/3573271246842799683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com/2009/04/30-march-monday-finally-im-18-years-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynnette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12922567630543379200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/SRP3jEuj2_I/AAAAAAAAADI/dfMZLLXnzQo/S220/apple.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473402152022991637.post-2956369379789438186</id><published>2009-03-29T00:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T20:27:45.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;In a blink of an eye it's already the end of March. 3 months into 2009 yet it still doesn't feel like another brand new year. Maybe 'cause this year everything has changed and is not the same as usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;It's already the end of Week 7 for my Semester 1. That's about half the semester gone excluding breaks and exams. Next Wednesday having the final exam in Accounting 1. Time really do flies. Hoping to get distinctions so as to get merit awards from the college. Heard that some of my course mates are switching colleges as Inti doesn't offer full scholarships for straight A's students. Hopefully that will reduce my competition in class. Hehe~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Of the 7 weeks that I've been at the hostel, this week is the most interesting week. Thanks to Su Lynn for being the bridge of communication between us girls and them boys. And also thanks to them for willing to fetch the few of us out to eat. Life at the hostel is so damn boring without transports to go out. Thanks to those boys who have cars, life is not that colourless anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;One main thing that I don't like about the hostel is the network coverage. That's one disadvantage of living at the ground floor. So if I didn't reply any of your messages, it's most probably because I haven't received it yet. DiGi's "I will follow you~" is a lie. Didn't follow me to my hostel. Swt. The wireless connection is also very bad. Most of the time I can connect to the network but somehow the MSN and Internet Explorer can't connect. What's the use of the connection?! Can't even online. Damn it!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Passed my Malaysian Studies for the time being. Thank God~ I really really didn't study for the quiz at all. Just hope that I can pass the remaining tests and exams. Work hard work smart.. All the best to me... Lolx~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473402152022991637-2956369379789438186?l=noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/2956369379789438186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3473402152022991637&amp;postID=2956369379789438186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473402152022991637/posts/default/2956369379789438186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473402152022991637/posts/default/2956369379789438186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-blink-of-eye-its-already-end-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynnette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12922567630543379200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/SRP3jEuj2_I/AAAAAAAAADI/dfMZLLXnzQo/S220/apple.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473402152022991637.post-1870202980561477958</id><published>2009-03-22T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T01:05:11.544+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March 17, Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;18th&lt;/span&gt; birthday of my new friend and driver - &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ong Xin Yi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. She's from Alor Setar and is staying in one of her brother's girlfriend's house so she has a car and drives to college everyday. Thanks to her we've saved a few trips walking back to the hostel and had a few drives around the area. If it wasn't for your car, life in the hostel would be even boring. So for her birthday my roommate, &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sok Wern&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, (who is also a friend of hers) and I, decided to give her &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt;. There was also another boy, &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu Shane&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, whom I knew through Xin Yi. We lied to her that we needed to get to &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Queensbay&lt;/span&gt; desperately to buy something in order for her to take us there. Had &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Kim Gary&lt;/span&gt; for dinner there. Bought an ice-cream cake from&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; Baskin Robbins&lt;/span&gt; for her. Then we drove over to the beach opposite QB to have our cake there. A whole new and special experience regarding birthdays. The cake was melting and all we had for utensils were tissues and the paper box. Lolx~ The whole place was a mess after we were done there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315633354816507298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/ScTsX24OTaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/JJgneyzHGCk/s320/IMG_0845.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315633371154475634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/ScTsYzvf6nI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/Pn5uZODDrds/s320/IMG_0862.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;After&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315642221038731154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/ScT0b8IU_5I/AAAAAAAAAIY/DY1LHL91w0A/s320/IMG_0844.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sok Wern&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315642225276548354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/ScT0cL6s9QI/AAAAAAAAAIg/zaNw9IhvS98/s320/20090317403.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Xin Yi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315647810526148962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/ScT5hSl-eWI/AAAAAAAAAIw/GNT2rJhbbGE/s320/20090317415.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March 18, Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Finally.. the day that I've been dreading. Had my &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;presentation&lt;/span&gt; first thing in the morning. Felt so&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; nervous&lt;/span&gt; speaking in public. Actually the presentation was running quite smoothly but my group had to re-do as the lecturer said our voice was &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;too soft&lt;/span&gt;. But after the 2nd attempt, he told me "I think your voice is&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; naturally soft&lt;/span&gt;." OMG!!! I thought my voice was &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;loud&lt;/span&gt; enough... T_T Luckily he let us pass. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;At night went to the Inti&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Street Blast&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; held at the college car park with &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Su Lynn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and her group of HSC friends. Only 3 people plus me from my class went to that party. Why? Cause the next day we have &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Malaysian Studies&lt;/span&gt; quiz. I'm not really those type of people who can't enjoy and relax just because there's tests or quizzes. And Malaysian Studies is a compulsary non-relevant subject. We have to take it just because we're &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Malaysians&lt;/span&gt;. Sigh~ Anyway.. the party was not bad. Had buffet dinner catered by &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Bamboo&lt;/span&gt;. There were&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; performances&lt;/span&gt; by some students at Inti and games too. Overall it was quite fun. Completely forgot about my quiz the next day. Studied last minute later that night but can't absorb anything into my brain. =( Waiting to die the following day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March 19, Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;8.30am had the Malaysian Studies quiz. As expected, didn't know how to answer the questions. Only knew 2 out of 5. Swt. Tis the result of not studying. Aikzz. Finished my quiz at about 9.30am then went back to the hostel to sleep. Hate Malaysian Studies lo... waste all my time &amp;amp; energy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Tuesday having another accounts test again. WTH!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;p/s Finally got my brand new laptop. OK.. it's not really brand new. Dad bought it from the return unit. But.. you get what I mean... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473402152022991637-1870202980561477958?l=noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/1870202980561477958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3473402152022991637&amp;postID=1870202980561477958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473402152022991637/posts/default/1870202980561477958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473402152022991637/posts/default/1870202980561477958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-17-tuesday-18th-birthday-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynnette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12922567630543379200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/SRP3jEuj2_I/AAAAAAAAADI/dfMZLLXnzQo/S220/apple.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/ScTsX24OTaI/AAAAAAAAAIA/JJgneyzHGCk/s72-c/IMG_0845.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473402152022991637.post-8060247348787196103</id><published>2009-03-13T01:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T17:15:14.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-family: courier new;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The big day has finally arrived!! The long awaited day that the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;SPM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; results are out. It may be the &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;best&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;day or the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;worst&lt;/span&gt; day of your life. To me, it's somewhere in between those lines. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-family: courier new;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; good&lt;/span&gt; thing about today is that I get to meet old friends whom I haven't seen since we finished our SPM. And thanks to&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Su Lin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Yih Chia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for giving me my &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;birthday presents&lt;/span&gt; already. There's still about 2 more weeks till my birthday. Good luck to 1+. Take care of yourself when you're in NS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-family: courier new;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt; thing... definitely is the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;unexpected &lt;/span&gt;results. Really didn't expect it. Truthfully, I was&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; shocked&lt;/span&gt; when I got the results. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tiffany&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; even said that maybe it's the education department's mistake. But maybe it's just because I didn't put in enough effort. Should've worked harder. Or maybe I was just &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;unlucky&lt;/span&gt; this time. Then again, I think I've already tried my best. But my best should be better. Aikzz.. Anyway, this is already a thing of the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;past&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Today will be the day that I'll end this chapter in my life. I've already started a new chapter anyway. No point crying over spilt milk right.. you can't change the past. So now all I can do is to &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;strive harder&lt;/span&gt; to achieve better results in the future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-family: courier new;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;To those who scored with flying colours, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;congratulations&lt;/span&gt; to all of you. To those who wasn't so good (like me), this isn't the end of the world. There will still be a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bright future&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ahead for you. Be &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;optimistic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and don't be so disappointed. (mostly talking to myself)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51); font-family: courier new;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Next week having the &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;presentation&lt;/span&gt;. Still haven't prepare the script. Aikzzz... Starting to get nervous about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473402152022991637-8060247348787196103?l=noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/8060247348787196103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3473402152022991637&amp;postID=8060247348787196103' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473402152022991637/posts/default/8060247348787196103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473402152022991637/posts/default/8060247348787196103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com/2009/03/big-day-has-finally-arrived-long.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynnette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12922567630543379200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/SRP3jEuj2_I/AAAAAAAAADI/dfMZLLXnzQo/S220/apple.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473402152022991637.post-7812480395820432780</id><published>2009-03-01T00:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T01:17:23.867+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Getting busier and busier nowadays. Assignments, quizzes, tests... The list goes on and on. College life is just so &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;hectic&lt;/span&gt;. And it's just the beginning of it. Yet I still find extra time on my hands to do meaningless things. Still the same. Keeping everything till the &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;last minute&lt;/span&gt; to finish it. Sigh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Haven't been to &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Queensbay&lt;/span&gt; for quite some time. Then suddenly went there &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;four&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; days in a row. Wth!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;: Afternoon's class was cancelled due to a massive &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;blackout&lt;/span&gt; at the college. Headed over to QB as the hostel was affected too, I think. Heard others talking about it. Didn't really went there to check.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;: Classes ended at 2pm so went to QB after that. This was the &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;original plan&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Su Lynn&lt;/span&gt; and I had nothing to do that night so headed to QB to catch a movie. Watched &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love Matters&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Damn funny~ Thanks to &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Yiing Chau&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Xuan Hong&lt;/span&gt; for fetching us there and back. ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;: 11am class was cancelled cause the teacher was on &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;medical leave&lt;/span&gt;. The next class starts at 3pm so headed to QB again for lunch. Wanted to go over to Gurney but didn't know the way. Aikzz... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Great big thanks to &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Xin Yi&lt;/span&gt; for being our driver and fetching us there. Many people by the name of &lt;em&gt;'Xin Yi'&lt;/em&gt;. Such a common name.&lt;em&gt; 'Pasar name'&lt;/em&gt; she said so herself. Lolx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SPM &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;results are coming out on 12 March. Or maybe 13. Time really flies. So fast then it's time to take the long-awaited results. But suprisingly I don't really feel &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;nervous &lt;/span&gt;about it. And hopefully everyone passes with flying colours. We'll get to meet back friends and ex-classmates that we haven't seen much these days. Hope everyone has an enjoyable day that day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Having a &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;presentation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on the 18th of March. Prays hard that everything goes smoothly that day. We have to wear &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;office wear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for the presentation. Going shopping again sometime soon... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473402152022991637-7812480395820432780?l=noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/7812480395820432780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3473402152022991637&amp;postID=7812480395820432780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473402152022991637/posts/default/7812480395820432780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473402152022991637/posts/default/7812480395820432780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com/2009/03/getting-busier-and-busier-nowadays.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynnette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12922567630543379200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/SRP3jEuj2_I/AAAAAAAAADI/dfMZLLXnzQo/S220/apple.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473402152022991637.post-7566775515756074479</id><published>2009-02-21T01:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T01:58:13.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Second week of school is not much &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;from the first week. Sleeping later, waking up later, getting to school later... Everything getting later and later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Classes have officially started. No more &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;ice-breaking sessions&lt;/span&gt;, no more &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;introductions&lt;/span&gt;. Accounts and finance are all new to me as I haven't learnt any of that before in high school. The subjects are quite interesting and it seems easier to grasp the concept than science. Or maybe it's just me. Hehe. The most boring subject of all is &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Malaysian Studies&lt;/span&gt;. I always wondered what that subject is as it is &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;compulsory&lt;/span&gt; for all Malaysian students in any private colleges. To my horror it turns out to be&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Sejarah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; translated into &lt;em&gt;English&lt;/em&gt;. Argh!!! Sejarah is my worst subject ever (besides Add Maths). And as it is a compulsory subject you have to pass the subject. Fail it and you have to resit the exam till you pass. &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WTH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!! Worse, the teacher teaching this subject has a &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;toneless&lt;/span&gt; voice, making you feel so sleepy and restless, as if the subject itself is not boring enough. Sigh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Assignments&lt;/span&gt;!!! Just the second week of school and the teachers have already started giving out assignments. Actually they just told us when are the assignments we still have to wait for the topics and titles. There is a subject in my course which is called &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Communication in the Workplace&lt;/span&gt;. And there is an &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;oral assignment&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; where you have to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;role play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; with someone about something related to the workplace. In front of the whole class. Damn it. I have &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;stage fright&lt;/span&gt; how to go act in front of so many people??!! *pulls hair* Dreading it so much. Hopefully I can perform well enough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;p/s Still waiting for that laptop of mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473402152022991637-7566775515756074479?l=noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/7566775515756074479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3473402152022991637&amp;postID=7566775515756074479' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473402152022991637/posts/default/7566775515756074479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473402152022991637/posts/default/7566775515756074479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com/2009/02/second.html' title='Second'/><author><name>Lynnette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12922567630543379200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/SRP3jEuj2_I/AAAAAAAAADI/dfMZLLXnzQo/S220/apple.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473402152022991637.post-6320842807062854113</id><published>2009-02-14T23:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T01:56:00.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;First week of school. Hmm... Doesn't feel like&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; college life&lt;/span&gt; is so fun, like what you see in movies or read in books. Maybe because it's just the first week of school and I'm still &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt; to it. Hope that by the time I finish my tertiary education I would have had an interesting and enjoying college life. Hopefully it will add a whole lot of new and unforgettable memories to my mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Actually, for me now, college seems a little &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;boring&lt;/span&gt;. There's sometimes a two-hour break in between lessons and you don't know what to do with the extra time. Lessons haven't actually started yet so there isn't any homework or revision to be done. No &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;laptop&lt;/span&gt; yet so can't online and even so the &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;wireless network&lt;/span&gt; is so damn slow. So all there is to do at night and during free time is just sitting around, staring at nothingness, waiting for time to pass and wishing the needles on the clock/watch could move faster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;First &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;weekend&lt;/span&gt; back from the school &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;hostel &lt;/span&gt;staying for the first week. Nothing special about the hostel. Feels like living in a low class&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; hotel&lt;/span&gt; with a bunch of friends and some strangers. Lolx. The place is quite clean and spacious, except those rooms with double-decker beds. The food... *cough cough* quite edible. Mostly call delivery food from outside, which is &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;slightly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Today is&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; Valentine's Day&lt;/span&gt;. Still single and lonely as usual. But spent the day differently this year with a &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;special someone&lt;/span&gt;, Su Lin, my bebe~~ Went to Jusco (again) and watch &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The Pink Panther 2&lt;/span&gt;. We were the odd couple in the whole cinema there. It was actually supposed to be a 5S6 gathering but then suddenly everyone had something else to do so in the end left the both of us only. Thanks to&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; Su Lin&lt;/span&gt; for willing to accompany me during this lonely Valentine's. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;p/s Desperately in need of a new laptop to cure my boredom. Anyone willing to give it to me as an early &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;birthday present&lt;/span&gt;? =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473402152022991637-6320842807062854113?l=noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/6320842807062854113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3473402152022991637&amp;postID=6320842807062854113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473402152022991637/posts/default/6320842807062854113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473402152022991637/posts/default/6320842807062854113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com/2009/02/first.html' title='First'/><author><name>Lynnette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12922567630543379200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/SRP3jEuj2_I/AAAAAAAAADI/dfMZLLXnzQo/S220/apple.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473402152022991637.post-4920187342438307158</id><published>2009-02-06T01:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T14:55:16.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orientation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Today went to &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;INTI&lt;/span&gt; for the TAFE &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;orientation&lt;/span&gt;. Nothing really special about it. In fact, it was quite boring. There were just people and representatives giving speeches and briefing us about the course and facilities in the school. Most of the &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;TAFE &lt;/span&gt;students are &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;girls &lt;/span&gt;and about &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;80% &lt;/span&gt;of them does not have an accounting base. Like me. That's a good thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; seems to be the main language of communication in college, although there is quite a large number of Chinese students there. I suddenly feel grateful that my parents are from English schools and that I've spoken English since I was small. Though not very often since I started learning &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mandarin&lt;/span&gt;. But still it feels kinda weird communicating with friends in English. I'm only used to speaking English with my family. For &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;11 years &lt;/span&gt;during my primary and secondary school times, I've been using Mandarin as my main speaking language. Although my written English is good (according to my teachers and friends, not self-boasting..), it still feels weird to really speak it out loud. So now.. I'll have to brush up on my &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;communication &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;public speaking &lt;/span&gt;skills. And also be more &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;extrovert&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Yesterday went to the hairdresser's wanting to trim my hair. Haven't cut it in months. *Thinks back* Hmm... since &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;graduation&lt;/span&gt; till now. Not really sure what to do with my hair. Till the hairdresser suggested that I &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;straighten&lt;/span&gt; my hair. Actually I've been wanting to do that it's just that my mom didn't want me to. But in the end she gave in so now I finally have my hair straighten. Somehow I look like a &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;different &lt;/span&gt;person now. It looks kinda &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;strange&lt;/span&gt; as I haven't quite gotten used to the new look yet. But no regrets there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;Classes will be starting next week. So most probably I won't be online that often anymore. Hopefully all goes well with my new college life and I'll be able to cope with the hectic lifestyle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;p/s &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Valentine's Day&lt;/span&gt; is about a week away. Don't think that I could possibly find a date for that day so spending Valentine's alone again. Sigh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Quote of the day : "That's why they call them crushes. If they were easy, they'd call them something else."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473402152022991637-4920187342438307158?l=noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/4920187342438307158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3473402152022991637&amp;postID=4920187342438307158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473402152022991637/posts/default/4920187342438307158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473402152022991637/posts/default/4920187342438307158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com/2009/02/orientation.html' title='Orientation'/><author><name>Lynnette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12922567630543379200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/SRP3jEuj2_I/AAAAAAAAADI/dfMZLLXnzQo/S220/apple.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473402152022991637.post-2120371080438909531</id><published>2009-01-31T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T23:12:00.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;The first week of &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Chinese New Year&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;is over already. For me its just another week of my boring holidays. There doesn't seem to be any CNY mood in my house. Mainly because my grandmother just passed away a week before. Haven't been visiting any relatives as most of them are at KL and cause other people maybe 'pantang'. Just had two meals with my mother's sisters and that was all. As a result, I didn't receive any &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;red packets&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;this year. &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;T^T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Went to &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Jusco &lt;/span&gt;with &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Yih Chia &lt;/span&gt;on Wednesday to catch a movie. Wanted to watch &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Bride Wars &lt;/span&gt;but TGV wasn't showing it yet so we watched &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Inkheart&lt;/span&gt;. Not a bad movie. Farid is cute. Love the way he talks. Met a few schoolmates who were working there. Seems like almost everyone who are waiting for results are working, besides those who have already started studying. Everyone seems so hardworking, unlike me, whole day just lazing around at home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Anyway, my &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;college &lt;/span&gt;life is going to start soon. &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Orientation &lt;/span&gt;is on next week then after that shifting into the hostel. New life, new environment. Hope everything goes well for me. =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Quote of the day : "Success is getting what you want. Happiness is wanting what you get."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473402152022991637-2120371080438909531?l=noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/2120371080438909531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3473402152022991637&amp;postID=2120371080438909531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473402152022991637/posts/default/2120371080438909531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473402152022991637/posts/default/2120371080438909531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com/2009/01/chinese-new-year.html' title='Chinese New Year'/><author><name>Lynnette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12922567630543379200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/SRP3jEuj2_I/AAAAAAAAADI/dfMZLLXnzQo/S220/apple.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473402152022991637.post-4239335607155708860</id><published>2009-01-19T00:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T00:44:40.929+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Different</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Been missing from here for about a month now. Reason:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;1. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Busy&lt;/span&gt;. Doing what?? Busy lazing around, dazing, staring at square boxes... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;2. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Lazy&lt;/span&gt;. Yea.. actually I'm just plain lazy. Lolx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Nothing much happening lately. Quick updates:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;1. Spent &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Christmas &lt;/span&gt;with my cousins at KL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;2. Went to &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Jusco &lt;/span&gt;for a 5S6 gathering and watched &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;'Ip Man'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;3. Spent &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;New Year's Eve &lt;/span&gt;at home with family watching fireworks and counting down with a few friends online&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;4. Neither working nor studying (yet) so just spending the whole day watching the four walls at home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;So that's just about how I spent my days for the past month. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt; has passed by in a blur. And half a month has already gone in &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;2009&lt;/span&gt;. For the past &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;5 years&lt;/span&gt;, every year has been about the same. Going to school, meeting new and old friends, going for tuitions, sitting for exams... The only difference is that every year we learn different things, study in different classes with different classmates, different teachers... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;This year, however, will be a &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;big change&lt;/span&gt;. We're no longer going back to that school that we've familiarized ourselves with and possibly not meeting most of our old friends anymore, exceptions go to those that are going to continue studying Form 6. Those going off to colleges will be studying in new environments together with a bunch of strangers and having to adjust to a new lifestyle in college. Everything will be &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;new and different &lt;/span&gt;this year. New school, new friends, new life... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Wonder how &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;college life &lt;/span&gt;will be for me. Classes start on February for me. Maybe then I won't have time for dazing anymore. Hopefully all goes well. Anyway, &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;good luck &lt;/span&gt;to everyone in their further studies and hope everyone pass their SPM in flying colours. About 2 more months till the long-awaited results are finally out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Chinese New Year&lt;/span&gt; is about a week away. Usually young and unmarried people like me would be excited as we'll be getting &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;red packets &lt;/span&gt;packed with cash. To me, this year will also be a &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;different year&lt;/span&gt;. My maternal grandmother just passed away a few days ago so this year I can't celebrate Chinese New Year. Every year during CNY I go down to KL to celebrate as my dad's relatives are mostly in KL. But for the past &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;3 years&lt;/span&gt;, we haven't been down to KL for CNY. Why???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;1st year - Mum was down with chickenpox so we can't go anywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;2nd year - My paternal grandmother passed away a few months before CNY so can't celebrate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;3rd year - My maternal grandmother passed away so can't celebrate again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sigh~~ So looks like this year will be another &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;boring &amp;amp; quiet &lt;/span&gt;CNY. Again. Hope that there will be some gatherings among friends so that I'll have a few nice memories. Please inform me if anyone is planning anything. Especially those 5S6 people...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Btw, had a sweet sweet dream last night. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Best dream &lt;/span&gt;I've had in ages. Desperately hoping that it will come true...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Quote of the day : "Change your thoughts and you change your world."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473402152022991637-4239335607155708860?l=noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/4239335607155708860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3473402152022991637&amp;postID=4239335607155708860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473402152022991637/posts/default/4239335607155708860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473402152022991637/posts/default/4239335607155708860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com/2009/01/different.html' title='Different'/><author><name>Lynnette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12922567630543379200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/SRP3jEuj2_I/AAAAAAAAADI/dfMZLLXnzQo/S220/apple.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473402152022991637.post-4716161630376207811</id><published>2008-12-16T00:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T00:34:33.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plans</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DAMMIT!!!! Almost finished typing this blog mana tau press one wrong button then accidentally deleted all and the stupid thing chose that moment to autosave!!!! WTF!!! Feeling so pissed right now!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Went for the undang today. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;ALONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. So sien laa.. Almost fell asleep there. Duno how people survive that thing ar. Wait.. I just survived it. XD Wakaka~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Planning to have a gathering at &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Queensbay &lt;/span&gt;either this Thursday or Friday. Mom used this as an excuse to force me to go for the undang. "If you don't go undang then you don't go anywhere else this holidays until you go for undang!!" Anyway, undang is over now so I'm free to go anywhere I like. Haven't gone &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;shopping &lt;/span&gt;together with &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Leonie&lt;/span&gt; for years. So hopefully we'll enjoy ourselves that day before we part our own ways after. Very &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;grateful &lt;/span&gt;that we were in the &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;same class &lt;/span&gt;this &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;last year &lt;/span&gt;of high school. I don't think things will turn out like this if we weren't in the same class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Most probably going down to &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;KL &lt;/span&gt;next week. Maybe even celebrating the &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Christmas &lt;/span&gt;holidays there. Will be back before &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;New Year &lt;/span&gt;so my friends, we can go countdown and celebrate New Year together. &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Zhi Ying&lt;/span&gt;.. my beloved lao gong~~ So sorry I can't celebrate your&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; birthday &lt;/span&gt;together with you. So so sorry. Never mind, we can go countdown New Year together.. with our two daughters. &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Family reunion&lt;/span&gt;. Haha. Long time didn't go out together liao laa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Just finished reading Cecelia Ahern's &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;If You Could See Me Now&lt;/span&gt;. Thanks to Leonie for lending me this awesome book. She is always the source to many of the books that I've read. My &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;personal library&lt;/span&gt;. Haha XD This is quite a touching story about a woman and an imaginary man who falls in love with each other. Suddenly makes me feel like having an &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;imaginary friend&lt;/span&gt;. *thinks hardly* Nah... my imagination is not so powerful to create another friend. Cecelia Ahern's stories have a special kind of element in it, a twist in a typical love story. Her stories are quite touching. Even though I've only read 3 of her books so far, I've liked them all. And it was Leonie who so kindly borrowed her books to me and recommended them to me. =D Dunno who will lend me novels any more when you've gone to Canada. Gonna miss you......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280425429202389138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/SUfW83KMSJI/AAAAAAAAAHo/-tVrMEvD0aE/s320/CeceliaAhern_IfYouCouldSeeMeNow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Current thought : Fictional characters dazzle me. Frequently. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473402152022991637-4716161630376207811?l=noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/4716161630376207811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3473402152022991637&amp;postID=4716161630376207811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473402152022991637/posts/default/4716161630376207811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473402152022991637/posts/default/4716161630376207811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com/2008/12/plans.html' title='Plans'/><author><name>Lynnette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12922567630543379200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/SRP3jEuj2_I/AAAAAAAAADI/dfMZLLXnzQo/S220/apple.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/SUfW83KMSJI/AAAAAAAAAHo/-tVrMEvD0aE/s72-c/CeceliaAhern_IfYouCouldSeeMeNow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473402152022991637.post-3285188542843071330</id><published>2008-12-10T22:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T00:36:49.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1+</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;9th December 2008 is &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Tan Yih Chia&lt;/span&gt;'s 17th birthday. So I'd like to wish her a &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Happy Birthday &lt;/span&gt;(even though it's a little late). Hope all your dreams and wishes may come true. Good luck in your future undertakings and be happy always. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Went to the &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;'Light Bulb' &lt;/span&gt;education fair &amp;amp; seminar with Yih Chia at &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Summit Hotel&lt;/span&gt;. Meet a few schoolmates there, both primary and secondary. Wasn't quite as boring as I expected. But wasn't that fun either. Lolxx...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;After that, we headed to &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Jusco&lt;/span&gt;. Went window-shopping and just watched a movie &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Bolt&lt;/span&gt;. Not a bad movie. The dog is so cute~~ Nothing much happened there. Just walked around the complex and met a few other people. Su Lin was supposed to join us but she went out with her parents that day. Never mind lah.. we go out together next time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280427539086626610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/SUfY3rFyzzI/AAAAAAAAAHw/S5LMsVzmKFQ/s320/Bolt_ver2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Nothing much happening during this holidays. Gonna be &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;bored to death &lt;/span&gt;whole day looking at these four walls only. Unlike Yih Chia who is so busy she has a full schedule, everyday going out with a different group of people. Haizz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Currently reading &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Eclipse&lt;/span&gt;. Feeling torn between Edward &amp;amp; Jacob. Bella is so cruel towards Jacob. If she chooses Edward, she should just dump Jacob. She is hurting everyone and she knows perfectly well she can't have both of them at the same time. Hah~ Hope this situation won't happen in my life.. Lolz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quote of the day : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Would it be childish of me to hide in your closet" - Edward [New Moon]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280397433224395122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/SUe9fSA5eXI/AAAAAAAAAHg/XxFC49xqhnE/s320/childish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/3473402152022991637-3285188542843071330?l=noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/3285188542843071330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3473402152022991637&amp;postID=3285188542843071330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473402152022991637/posts/default/3285188542843071330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473402152022991637/posts/default/3285188542843071330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com/2008/12/9th-december-2008-is-tan-yih-chia-s.html' title='1+'/><author><name>Lynnette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12922567630543379200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/SRP3jEuj2_I/AAAAAAAAADI/dfMZLLXnzQo/S220/apple.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/SUfY3rFyzzI/AAAAAAAAAHw/S5LMsVzmKFQ/s72-c/Bolt_ver2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473402152022991637.post-6405225748160725224</id><published>2008-12-02T01:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T11:20:24.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Boring holidays. Nothing to do. Nowhere to go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;All I do is just eat and sleep. And in between, the usual stuff that almost every teen does. Surf net, listen music, blogging, chatting, read books. But after awhile, everything just gets boring. Try repeating the same routine daily. Argh~~ someone get me out of here!!! Can't wait for the class trip to Batu Feringghi. Something new and special and fun. Then back to the same old routine. Haizzz....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Someone told me something earlier. Something to do with boyfriends, girlfriends and the lovey-dovey stuff. That got me thinking, thinking about things that usually turn my mood down and making me go *sigh*. She even said "maybe I don't deserve true love". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I think everyone has a true love. It's just the matter of time before you find it. We're still young now and there's plenty of time ahead for us. So why worry about finding your true love now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;It's just that... I suddenly realize I've been wasting my time all this while. (actually not very sudden) Wasting it on one damn guy who is such a big jerk!! Hate him for that!!! And the worse is that he can act as though nothing happened. The thing I hate most about myself is that I still have hopes for him. Darn it.. there shouldn't be any hope anymore. Unrequited love hurts.. no matter what they say. Maybe it hurts more when you lost the one you love. Like Bella and the hole in her chest. It's all just fate. It's fate that you meet someone, fall in love with them and the things that happen between both of you after that. 'Hitsuzen', like what Yuko-san said. (1st episode of xxxHOLiC) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Starting my new quest in search of the perfect boyfriend, my true love. (Who am I kidding... ==) No doubt there will be complications and hindrances or maybe other paths that will lead you the wrong way. But in the end you'll reach your destiny. Right??? Right. Wish I can find my Edward. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275238986635344722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/STVp6K-w-1I/AAAAAAAAAGg/sFo_9ptxTUU/s320/bella.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275238988984174370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/STVp6TuxRyI/AAAAAAAAAGo/TptOtHYdSm4/s320/safe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275241537099346482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/STVsOoMxMjI/AAAAAAAAAHA/aNGVvJ5uiE4/s320/edward+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275238994524963122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/STVp6oXzATI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6Okk8skpzYI/s320/sparkling.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275240226506418594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/STVrCV3EKaI/AAAAAAAAAG4/gQmRq2QRXtg/s320/irrational.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;so true~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Quote of the day : "And so the lion fell in love with the lamb" - Edward [Twilight]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275241542467707410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/STVsO8Mr4hI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Lp8T6-9p0vY/s320/Lion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473402152022991637-6405225748160725224?l=noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/6405225748160725224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3473402152022991637&amp;postID=6405225748160725224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473402152022991637/posts/default/6405225748160725224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473402152022991637/posts/default/6405225748160725224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com/2008/12/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>Lynnette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12922567630543379200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/SRP3jEuj2_I/AAAAAAAAADI/dfMZLLXnzQo/S220/apple.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/STVp6K-w-1I/AAAAAAAAAGg/sFo_9ptxTUU/s72-c/bella.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473402152022991637.post-1486166733486864247</id><published>2008-11-30T02:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:31:42.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excited</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Omg~~!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I love my dad sooo sooo much~~~ Yesterday he was feeling generous and it was probably my &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;happiest day&lt;/span&gt; ever (and probably also the day my dad spent so much money on me)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;Dad took us over to Penang island and we went to INTI college to take a look. Not really sure what course I'll be studying but I'm sure I'll be studying in INTI. So anyone going there can let me know. &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;RM100 &lt;/span&gt;for the &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;registration fee&lt;/span&gt;. Then we went to look at the hostel which was only walking distance away. The hostel is not bad, quiet and serene. Trees everywhere and you can't see any cars anywhere. I think it'll be a good place for studying. &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;RM400&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;reservations &lt;/span&gt;there. Luckily the money is &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;refundable &lt;/span&gt;when I don't want to stay there anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;Later we went to &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Gurney&lt;/span&gt;. The main purpose was to take a look at the iPod but we couldn't find the apple shop anywhere. Most probably it shifted to the &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;new wing &lt;/span&gt;and is still under constructions. Walked around a bit and saw a RM169 &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Guess &lt;/span&gt;handbag with 40% discount which I liked as soon as I set eyes on it. But mum said "It doesn't suit you lah..", "You will use it wan meh.." then just walked away. Fine!! I'll buy it myself when I have the money~~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;The best thing that happened... we went to&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt; Popular &lt;/span&gt;and saw they were having a 25% discount on Twilight and New Moon. Asked dad to buy it for me and he said okay. Ask him to buy the other two he said "No discount lih.. wait till got discount first la..." Then the salesman said got 15% discount for members. And dad said "Okay lah, buy for you la.." after I begged him. So one shot buy all &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;4 Twilight books&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;RM134 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;(after the discounts) &lt;/span&gt;Yipeeeeeee~~~~~~ Love you so much~~!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;After a cheap dinner (spent too much money) we went back. Then mum suddenly said "Let's go Sunway" and my sis and I were like "OK! OK! Go and see iPod!!!" And so we headed to &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Sunway &lt;/span&gt;around 9 something, when shops will start to close real soon. Parked the car and headed straight to see the long-awaited iPod. After looking for awhile dad went "Ok lah. Go call mummy here." (Mum wandered off on her own. She's not really interested in technology stuff like this.) Dad wanted to buy it then, right on the spot!! &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;RM599 &lt;/span&gt;for 8 gig &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;iPod nano&lt;/span&gt;. Took me some time to choose the perfect color. When I finally chosen blue colour, the salesgirl said "Sorry. Blue is out of stock right now. You'll have to wait. Please come back later." Fine!! So now I still haven't got my iPod yet but she said the stock will come on Monday. So.. going back there on Monday to get my iPod!!! Yeah~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;Today planned to go Gurney (again!) to watch &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt;. Even made online reservations. Dad had a wedding dinner to attend there that's why he is willing to take us there again. Went to the jetty and there was a long long queue so turned around to use the bridge but the bridge was clogged up like hell. Jammed all the way to Seberang Jaya there!!! Dad got fed up and turned back home. In the end, sis and I went to watch Twilight at Sunway (yeah.. again). The movie was not bad, but I like the book more. The scenes were different and they cut a lot of things. But I guess that's what always happens. The worst is they cut off the &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kissing scene&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!!! How can they do this?!?!?!?!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;Currently reading &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;New Moon&lt;/span&gt;. How can Edward leave Bella like this?!?! It breaks my heart. Starting to like Jacob now. Gosh.. I really change my mind easily. Hehe.. sorry Edward~ Now that I think about it, &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;suddenly seems &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;childish and exaggerating&lt;/span&gt;. How can a 17-year-old accomplish so many things that even some adults can't?! Felt &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;bored&lt;/span&gt; by it till I didn't really finish the last book. Feel &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;guilty &lt;/span&gt;now that I've collected the whole set of 7 books (which probably cost more than the Twilight set) and now saying bored of it. But maybe I'll read it again in another 10 years time, when I've forgotten all about it. Anyway, found some Twilight pics on a fanclub in &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;crunchyroll&lt;/span&gt;. I don't take any credits for these &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;cute pics &amp;amp; illustrations&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274133068502388738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/STF8FQ450AI/AAAAAAAAAEw/206IsVx2JKA/s320/Cullens.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;the Cullens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274133079276188098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/STF8F5Bk8cI/AAAAAAAAAFA/SPp7erBnHgQ/s320/edward.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I want one too~ both of it~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274134832963810706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/STF9r-BSdZI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/CWBMKn_fQHQ/s320/Edward+%26+Bella+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Beauty and the Beast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274134845513031954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/STF9ssxQYRI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Q64hyAxy_kU/s320/Lion+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;lion and the lamb&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274134876739967330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/STF9uhGVmWI/AAAAAAAAAFg/ME_MqgNDkfI/s320/smell.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274134894222041714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/STF9viOY4nI/AAAAAAAAAFo/4xgkJZl19Qs/s320/twilight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;they look so much better here~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274136065269371826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/STF-zst1E7I/AAAAAAAAAFw/IPsxcPwoOMY/s320/twilight+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Edward kinda looks like Kira from Death Note.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274136063176659090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/STF-zk640JI/AAAAAAAAAF4/v8AddwoF1n8/s320/volvo+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;lolxx.. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Quote of the day : "Oh, a sadistic vampire, intent on torturing her to death, sure, no problem, she runs off to meet him. An IV, on the other hand..." - Edward [Twilight]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274147461203130866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/STGJLB4KefI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ympBXJQS4B8/s320/IV.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473402152022991637-1486166733486864247?l=noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/1486166733486864247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3473402152022991637&amp;postID=1486166733486864247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473402152022991637/posts/default/1486166733486864247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473402152022991637/posts/default/1486166733486864247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com/2008/11/excited.html' title='Excited'/><author><name>Lynnette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12922567630543379200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/SRP3jEuj2_I/AAAAAAAAADI/dfMZLLXnzQo/S220/apple.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/STF8FQ450AI/AAAAAAAAAEw/206IsVx2JKA/s72-c/Cullens.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473402152022991637.post-2583917129122369750</id><published>2008-11-27T23:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T23:57:12.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;SPM is &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;officially over&lt;/span&gt;~~ Actually it kinda ended yesterday. But I don't really feel &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;thrilled &lt;/span&gt;now that I don't have to study that damn Sej anymore. Maybe cause I was already very happy when Sej was over. XD Dunno why I suddenly &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;feel so lazy &lt;/span&gt;after exam. Lazy to blog.. even lazy to watch my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;TWILIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;~~!!! Sorry Leonie.. today dunno why got no mood to see &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Edward &amp;amp; Bella&lt;/span&gt;. Hehe.. XP But I've got a feeling maybe I'll &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;regret it &lt;/span&gt;later. Esp when Junn come and tempt me. &gt;&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Anyway... tagged THRICE by 1+, Leonie then Patricia. Haizz... so here it is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Question: What is your name? (Please give one answer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Yi Lynn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Question: What is your nickname? (Please give two answers)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;-Lynn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;-Lynnette &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Question: Three books which you often read? (Please give three answers)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;-Twilight series (though I haven't finish reading it yet)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;-Cecelia Ahern's books &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;-Girls' Night In&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Question: The things gained from Blogging? (Please give four answers)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;-a place to express my thoughts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;-a way of killing time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;-get to catch up with friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;-a way of expressing myself more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Question: Your favorite food? (Please give five answers)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;-Anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;-that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;-my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;-mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;-cooks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;=P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Question: Favorite songs? (Please give six answers)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;-I Hate This Part [Pussycat Dolls]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;-Just Dance [Lady Gaga]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;-Hot N' Cold [Katy Perry]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;-Disturbia [Rihanna]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;-说好的幸福呢 [周杰伦]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;-沿海公路的出口 [S.H.E.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Question: Places that you wish to go? (Please give seven answers)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;-Hollywood &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;-Las Vegas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;-Disneyland in L.A. or Florida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;-Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;-Italy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;-Gold Coast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;-Forks &lt;strong&gt;[hope to meet Edward or a bunch of cool vamps there XP]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Question: All-time favorite movies, dramas, or animes? (Please give eight answers)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;-Mr &amp;amp; Mrs Smith &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;-CSI : New York &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;-Twilight [even tho I haven't watch it yet]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;-xxxHOLiC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;-Vampire Knight [haven't really finish it yet] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;-Transformers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;-Pirates of the Caribbean &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;-不能说的秘密&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Question: Items that you wish to obtain? (Please give nine answers)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;-Straight A's in SPM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;-driver's license &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;-a brand new &lt;em&gt;Volkswagen Golf MK6 &lt;/em&gt;(which my dad says can do side-parking automatically) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;-my very own house (modern type with glass walls)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;-a new laptop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;-scholarships&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;-a credit card with &lt;em&gt;unlimited credit &lt;/em&gt;(which I don't have to pay the bills)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;-real sparkling jewelleries (diamonds, topaz, ruby, sapphire)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;-a caring and loving vampire boyfriend, eg. &lt;em&gt;Edward Cullen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;(ya, I'm dreaming.. &lt;strong&gt;don't wake me up&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Question: You want to pass this tag to? (Please give the names of 10 friends)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;no one... see, I'm so good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Finally finished it. Now I'm going to lie down on my bed hugging 'New Moon'. Thanks to Leonie. =)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;p/s Lying down reading is bad for eyesight. &lt;strong&gt;Do Not Copy. &lt;/strong&gt;(I'm spoiling my own eyesight == Help~)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span color="#990000"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473402152022991637-2583917129122369750?l=noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/2583917129122369750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3473402152022991637&amp;postID=2583917129122369750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473402152022991637/posts/default/2583917129122369750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473402152022991637/posts/default/2583917129122369750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com/2008/11/lazy.html' title='Lazy'/><author><name>Lynnette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12922567630543379200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/SRP3jEuj2_I/AAAAAAAAADI/dfMZLLXnzQo/S220/apple.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473402152022991637.post-8852343330733899211</id><published>2008-11-20T16:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T17:53:55.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally exams are half over. Today is the 5th day of exams and there are 4 more days left next week. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;7 down 4 more subjects to go. &lt;/span&gt;After Biology and Physics are over then I can at least relax a bit. Suddenly don't feel like taking EST now, if not I get a day off earlier. *Sigh* But maybe I could get an extra A there. XD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today chemistry was like hell. Damn paper 3.. don't even know what questions they're asking. But luckily we got some &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;last minute tips &lt;/span&gt;and it was really last minute, the teacher was already giving out the test papers inside the classroom and we were they standing outside the corridor discussing it. Because of the tips I wasn't really surprise to see the questions yet I still can't answer it. Haizzz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, people are already discussing where to go and celebrate the end of SPM after BC, which is the last paper and ends on Wednesday at 12.45pm. But unfortunately for me I still have to sit for the EST paper on the next day which starts at 11.40am and ends at 3.15pm. Why can't they make it start at 8.00am??!! Then we'll be done at around noon and then we could still go out and play. The people who arranged this time table have no time management at all. Arrghh... &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;wasting my precious time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Btw, Edward and Bella's love story officially hits the big screen tomorrow. Feel like running off to the nearest theater and watching it first before continuing with my exam. No way mum is gonna let me do something like that and even if I just suggest it she'll start nagging my head off. Better keep my mouth shut until exam is over. Leonie and Junn~ Let's go watch it after the EST paper then. ^^&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: #000000 no-repeat left top; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; WIDTH: 242px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; HEIGHT: 158px"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://l.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mo/twilight_countdown.swf" width="242" height="121" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="countdowntime=2008-11-21 04:00:00"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN-TOP: 8px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="FONT-SIZE: 12px; COLOR: #cfd9d9; FONT-FAMILY: arial" href="http://movies.yahoo.com/feature/twilight.html"&gt;Watch the Trailer on Yahoo! Movies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;And then there's the &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Twilight soundtrack&lt;/span&gt;. Haven't heard the songs yet but according to Yahoo! Music, the soundtrack hit the number 1 spot even before the movie was released. Wow~ Anyway this is 1 of the song in the soundtrack. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Decode by Paramore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(with clips of Twilight) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RvnkAtWcKYg&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1&amp;amp;color1=" color2="0x6b8ab6" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Current thought : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TWILIGHT~~ EDWARD~~ BELLA~~ JACOB~~ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;SPM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473402152022991637-8852343330733899211?l=noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/8852343330733899211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3473402152022991637&amp;postID=8852343330733899211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473402152022991637/posts/default/8852343330733899211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473402152022991637/posts/default/8852343330733899211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com/2008/11/finally-exams-are-half-over.html' title='Exams'/><author><name>Lynnette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12922567630543379200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/SRP3jEuj2_I/AAAAAAAAADI/dfMZLLXnzQo/S220/apple.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473402152022991637.post-7103453949586984662</id><published>2008-11-13T01:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T01:26:46.257+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Instructions: Complete the tag below. Tag 10 people. Notify them in their cbox that they've been tagged.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;1.The last person to tag you is? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Patricia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;2.Your relationship with him/her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;classmates.. close friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;3.Your 5 impression towards him/her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;helpful, kind, generous, friendly, cheerful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;4. The most memorable thing that he/she has ever done for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;sending exam tips to me, offering me her delicious biscuits (esp the special durian one.. lolx) and many other things... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;5. The most memorable words that he/she has say to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;hmm.. can't think of one right now.. she said too many things to me... o.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;6. If he/she becomes your lover, you will...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;not gonna happen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;7. If he/she becomes your enemy, you will...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;slap her in the face, pull her hair and punch her in the stomach (lolx.. you don't really get to do this all the time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;8. If he/she becomes your lover, he/she has to improve on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I think she's good enough.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;9. If he/she becomes your enemy, the reason is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;betrayal (as friends, not lovers)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;10. The most desirable things to do for him/her is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;to make her happy always, smile always =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;11. Overall impression towards him/her is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;a nice friend to be with ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;12. How do you think the people around you will feel about you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;shy, cheerful, weird? don't really know what they think.. @.@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;13. The character for you for yourself is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;hmm.. i seriously don't know.. I'll just be me XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;14. On contrary, the character you hate of yourself is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;shy, stage fright, think too much at times, lack of confidence sometimes &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;15. The most ideal person you want to be is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;someone more outgoing and outspoken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;16. For the person who cares and likes you, say something about them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I love you all. You make the world a better place for me to live in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;17. Bra or panties?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;bra AND panties, of course..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;18. Chocolate or ice-cream?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;chocolate ice-cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;19. 10 people to tag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;I don't tag people cause &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;     (1) I know the feelings of being tagged and doing a tag is very tiring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;     (2) I don't have that much people to tag.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT&lt;/strong&gt;.. I wanna tag &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;MUN YEU &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;cause he doesn't seem to have done a tag before... so the questions below are posted for him.. XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;20. Who is number 2 having a relationship with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;21. Is 3 a male or a female?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;22. If number 7 and 10 got together, would that be a good thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;23. How about 5 and 8?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;24. What is number 1 studying about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;currently pursuing his degree in Psychology (am i right?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;25. When was the last time you had a chat with them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;a few days ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;26. Is number 4 single?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;27. Say something about number 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;28. What do you think about number 3 and 6 being together?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;29. Describe number 9.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;30. What will you do if number 6 and 7 fights?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473402152022991637-7103453949586984662?l=noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/7103453949586984662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3473402152022991637&amp;postID=7103453949586984662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473402152022991637/posts/default/7103453949586984662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473402152022991637/posts/default/7103453949586984662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com/2008/11/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>Lynnette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12922567630543379200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/SRP3jEuj2_I/AAAAAAAAADI/dfMZLLXnzQo/S220/apple.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473402152022991637.post-2993859137629058100</id><published>2008-11-06T16:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T16:06:04.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>History</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ya, I know it's a little late (many had blogged about it already) but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;BARACK OBAMA WON~~!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Yes!!! Cheers to Obama for being the first African-American president and making a new page in the American history. Change has finally come to America, and hopefully the world too. Aaand.... Obama's brother-in-law is a Malaysian. He is Obama's half-sister's husband and a lecturer in the University of Hawaii whose family is originally from Sabah. The sad thing is that Obama's grandmother died on Monday, 3rd Nov, a day before the elections. Because of his skin colour, he is more likely to be a target than his predecessors. Police had already arrested two white supremacists for plotting to kill Obama. Why are you guys so damn racists??!! Does his skin colour really matter that much?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Anyway... there's only about &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;THREE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;days left till SPM and I don't seem to be in &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;'exam mode'&lt;/span&gt; yet. Struggling to read the history of Malaysia and also Islam but somehow I just can't seem to concentrate. Can I burn the book, mix its ashes with a cup of water and drink it? Then maybe I can remember the things inside the book... So many words, so little time~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Quote of the day : "You know more than you think you do."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473402152022991637-2993859137629058100?l=noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/2993859137629058100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3473402152022991637&amp;postID=2993859137629058100' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473402152022991637/posts/default/2993859137629058100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473402152022991637/posts/default/2993859137629058100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com/2008/11/history.html' title='History'/><author><name>Lynnette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12922567630543379200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/SRP3jEuj2_I/AAAAAAAAADI/dfMZLLXnzQo/S220/apple.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473402152022991637.post-7295313607723327619</id><published>2008-11-02T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T02:17:39.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secrets</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Was flipping through the newspapers yesterday when I came across a book review. It was about a book named "A Lifetime of Secrets" by Frank Warren. Seems interesting but.. nah, I still prefer Twilight. =P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Secrets in the post' by Fong Leong Ming&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We all have secrets. Some &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;scar us for life&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;but we still obstinately keep them locked up in the deep recesses of our subconscious nonetheless. I'm sure there's a Freudian(?) explanation somewhere. We hurt deep inside and however much we may deny it, they indirectly shape us and our responses to the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It could also be just a longing, a wish, an &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;unrequited love&lt;/span&gt;. It could be anger, whittled down to resentment through the years, but festering all the same. Mostly, they are insecurities, the part of us that &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;yearn to be noticed&lt;/span&gt;, appreciated and, of course, loved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Lifetime of Secrets &lt;/em&gt;lays bare a lot of these hidden fears, hopes, regrets and desires. It is a collection of postcards from a project called &lt;a href="http://postsecret.blogspot.com/"&gt;PostSecrets&lt;/a&gt;, initiated by Frank Warren, a small business owner, in the last four years as a community art project. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Perhaps it's a ready outlet for &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;pent-up frustrations&lt;/span&gt;. Perhaps it's the anonymity of it all. Perhaps it's a desire to reach out to another person, a hope that the latter will stumble onto this deep, dark secret, realise who the sender is and make things right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Frankly, I don't know how to respond to his presenting, yet again&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(this is already the 4th book in the series)&lt;/span&gt;, everyone's &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;insecurities &lt;/span&gt;and darkest secrets in another huge volume. Admittedly it does make good reading but why is there this huge uncomfortable guilt hanging over me each time I peer into other people's souls and see one dark secret after another?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Is it because I see in myself the same insecurities? Is it because in some perverse way we rejoice because we think we are made of sterner stuff? Or is it because we automatically recoil in the face of such &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;human weakness&lt;/span&gt;? Is it also because we are brought up to expect &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;joy and happiness &lt;/span&gt;in this life? How then are we to deal with all the disappointments and tragedy within these pages?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Be forewarned: this book will make you an emotional wreck if you are not careful. It will make you cry, it will make you laugh. It will make you angry and it will make you sad. It will inspire and it will deflate. You see the futility in words but you are also glad that not all is pessimistic. &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Hope flickers &lt;/span&gt;but mostly, there's just betrayal, lost friendships and broken marriages. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In short, you'll see Man at his most vulnerable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That you'll experience more sadness than happiness in the postcards featured is not unexpected: secrets have often always to do with &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;unfulfilled longings&lt;/span&gt;, tragedy, acts of violence and unbridled desires. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Call it a catharsis&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;([outlet to emotion afforded by drama etc] took the effort to look up the dictionary) &lt;/span&gt;of sorts but &lt;em&gt;A Lifetime of Secrets&lt;/em&gt; is truly just that, an &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;emotional release &lt;/span&gt;for the tormented soul. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;From people as young as eight to as old as 80, there are confessions, painful admissions of infidelity and endearing sentiments. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Each postcard represents a physical sending away, a discarding if you like, the years of &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;emotional baggage&lt;/span&gt;. It's therapeutic, a cry for help and the culmination of much emotional struggle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The journey we all take through childhood, adolescence, adulthood and maturity traverses diverse routes, each pothole resulting in varying degrees of &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;emotional injury &lt;/span&gt;and every rainbow leaving behind &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;unmatched memories &lt;/span&gt;and happiness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some people &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;change over time&lt;/span&gt;, with events building character; yet others are crushed by circumstances and tragedy. Ultimately, this book is a record of Man's strength inasmuch as it is an admission of our weaknesses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't have much to say, the review very much said my thoughts out. Everyone has their own dark secrets which they keep to only themselves, including me (who doesn't have dark secrets.. duh). Somehow, I take comfort in knowing that people out there are the same and I'm not the only one. It amazes me sometimes the things people write on the postcards. Check the link above to see some of those postcards. Besides, this reminds me of a music video I've seen before. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dirty Little Secret &lt;/span&gt;by the All American Rejects. (thanks to 1+ I can finally post a video here)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VXF5rR1mD_8&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1&amp;amp;color1=" color2="0x6b8ab6" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p/s SPM is about a week away and yet I still have time to relax and blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Quote of the day : "Love planted a rose, and the world turned sweet."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473402152022991637-7295313607723327619?l=noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/7295313607723327619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3473402152022991637&amp;postID=7295313607723327619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473402152022991637/posts/default/7295313607723327619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473402152022991637/posts/default/7295313607723327619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com/2008/11/secrets.html' title='Secrets'/><author><name>Lynnette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12922567630543379200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/SRP3jEuj2_I/AAAAAAAAADI/dfMZLLXnzQo/S220/apple.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473402152022991637.post-3218822369499392889</id><published>2008-10-24T23:35:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T21:08:54.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;One of the most memorable day in my life has finally arrived. Actually, &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;graduation&lt;/span&gt; for me wasn't quite saddening. In fact, it seems like most of the students didn't even shed a tear during the ceremony. Hmm.. maybe it's because I don't seem to have really absorbed the fact that we'll all be parting soon after graduation. There's still SPM after this and we'll still get to see each other then. But maybe after that and we really won't get to see much of each other then will I feel the sadness kick in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, back to the graduation ceremony. Nothing much happened really, just the usual formal event with speeches and prize givings. The best part is what happens &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;AFTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the ceremony. Our treasurer, Yong Qing, took his time to buy two large cakes for us to have a&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;farewell party&lt;/span&gt; in class. Everyone seemed a little 'high' then. My beloved bebe, Su Lin, was enjoying her delicious cake when suddenly out of nowhere 2 hands appeared and smeared her smooth &amp;amp; beautiful face with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;CREAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!! And that's when the &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;'cream fight'&lt;/span&gt; started. OMG~~ that should be really oily. But in the middle of a mess like this, it was quite a enjoyable and unforgettable experience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;the two class cakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261816000062726722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/SQW5xhU0okI/AAAAAAAAAAg/FhvZpr5N9mg/s320/lynn+graduation+181.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261817146596857810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/SQW60Qf3F9I/AAAAAAAAAAw/ov6Kp93juJk/s320/lynn+graduation+204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;creamy fights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261817735853912610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/SQW7WjpsMiI/AAAAAAAAAA4/VL3Yw_HiLL4/s320/lynn+graduation+221.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261817741027981298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/SQW7W27SN_I/AAAAAAAAABA/WOo2yZ3sE94/s320/IMG_0831.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After that creamy party, about 20 of us went to &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Svenson's&lt;/span&gt; at Auto City to continue the celebration. (Thanks to Boon Shing &amp;amp; Xuan Hong for fetching all of us there) It wasn't much actually, but at least we had a meal together. It was a bit touching when we finished our meal and parted ways. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;at Svenson's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261819868605491794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/SQW9SsxSqlI/AAAAAAAAABI/I6MaVkfhoWY/s320/0810240064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261823373849331202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/SQXAeu0jBgI/AAAAAAAAABY/kDnoWipN39k/s320/0810240067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268868280047453826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/SR7HyPiNRoI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nck3y9XtpVE/s320/DSCN2721.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268868284209840722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/SR7HyfCmQlI/AAAAAAAAAEY/C8RUotq0r8A/s320/DSCN2723.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Besides, almost everyone was taking pictures non-stop. Everywhere you go you can see people posing and cameras flashing and also hearing "我要跟你拍照!!". Smiled for the camera till my cheeks were sore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261827864821203570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/SQXEkI_rgnI/AAAAAAAAABo/ycewmnuU3do/s320/0810240029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261827864036213570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/SQXEkGEhg0I/AAAAAAAAABw/rJdWT88vqdM/s320/IMG_0807.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261827867149501794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/SQXEkRqyhWI/AAAAAAAAAB4/J2kantXKoyQ/s320/IMG_0809.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261829394641196306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/SQXF9MBMFRI/AAAAAAAAACI/tMPBMLMMcA0/s320/o169931371.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now I just can't wait for our class trip to Batu Ferringhi after our exams. But before enjoying the long holiday break, we have to sit for our SPM first. Argh~~!!! "Focus on the book and absorb what you're studying" *note to self* Dammit!! Why can't I just &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;FOCUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p/s &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;All the best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to my friends and everyone else out there who will be sitting for their SPM in approximately 2 weeks time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Current thought : If someone comes into your life and becomes a part of you but for some reasons he couldn't stay, don’t cry too much. Just be glad that your paths crossed and somehow he made you happy even for awhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473402152022991637-3218822369499392889?l=noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/3218822369499392889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3473402152022991637&amp;postID=3218822369499392889' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473402152022991637/posts/default/3218822369499392889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473402152022991637/posts/default/3218822369499392889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com/2008/10/graduation.html' title='Graduation'/><author><name>Lynnette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12922567630543379200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/SRP3jEuj2_I/AAAAAAAAADI/dfMZLLXnzQo/S220/apple.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/SQW5xhU0okI/AAAAAAAAAAg/FhvZpr5N9mg/s72-c/lynn+graduation+181.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473402152022991637.post-1559861691236586398</id><published>2008-10-21T20:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T18:48:54.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduating</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today we had a rehearsal for our graduation day on Friday. The most &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;'unforgettable event'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of the day was the discipline teachers walking around the hall with a pair of scissors waiting to cut the students' hair that they deem are 'against the school rules'. They'll just only spoil our moods if the same thing happens again on Friday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Can't believe that graduation is now only &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;3 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; away. I still remember that day,&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;5 years ago&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, when I first stepped into the grounds of Jit Sin. Going to high school means a lot and I was very excited on the first day of school. Jit Sin has far more students compared to my primary school and it is so much more bigger. But eventually, I got used to the ways of Jit Sin. Unknowingly, 5 years have just gone by in a blur. And in those 5 years, many things have happened. New friendships have sparked and old friendships remain although they are some which broke. Even if we're not friends anymore, the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of the times we had together is to remain in our minds. And now, after 5 years of studying under the same roof together we shall all part our own ways. Come to think of it, high school life has actually taught me some things. I've grown up and became more mature compared to when I first entered the school. Everything happens for a reason. The more you go through, the more you learn about life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There is always an end to every gathering and partings are the beginning of new meetings. When there are endings, there are also beginnings. It may be sad to leave all your friends after graduation but there will definitely be other chances of meeting each other again. So, be an optimist and look forward to one of the most important day of your life - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;GRADUATION.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Quote of the day : "What you are will show in what you do."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473402152022991637-1559861691236586398?l=noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/1559861691236586398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3473402152022991637&amp;postID=1559861691236586398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473402152022991637/posts/default/1559861691236586398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473402152022991637/posts/default/1559861691236586398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com/2008/10/today-we-had-rehearsal-for-our.html' title='Graduating'/><author><name>Lynnette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12922567630543379200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/SRP3jEuj2_I/AAAAAAAAADI/dfMZLLXnzQo/S220/apple.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473402152022991637.post-2932153781740543812</id><published>2008-10-16T23:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T02:03:51.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Studies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Went to the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;library&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; yesterday to study with Ah Ni. Met quite a number of Jit Sinese there too, and there were a few who you wouldn't ever imagine seeing them in a library studying. Gave me and Ah Ni quite a shock to see them there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;At first all went well. We were both studying sejarah and physics together. Then we had a small break and chatted while we were eating. We went back to continue studying but in the end we just continued chatting. Whispering quietly inside the library about other people's secrets. We are sooo &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;BAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;~~ But at least we still managed to cramp a few things inside our &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;teeny, overloaded brains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Better than what I'd have achieved if I were to study at home, in front of a computer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Went for chemistry tuition today and as usual was so &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;damn boring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I never really seem to absorb what the teacher says, mostly I just sit there staring at the whiteboard &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;spacing out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. My mind somehow has the tendency to fly everywhere no matter where I am and what I'm doing (even happens during my exams). After about 2 hours of endurement, it was finally over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After dinner, dad was nagging at me &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. As always, it was the "What are you going to do after Form 5?", "Where are you going to study?", "How are you going to live outside by yourself if you don't even...?", blah blah blah... As my high school life is coming to an end, he's always asking these questions. Come on, how many times do I have to tell you the answer, and it's almost always the same. Today he even added, "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Your life is like a book&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;with many chapters in it. When you finish one chapter, you'll have to go on to another new chapter." Obviously, the chapter on my high school life will be ending soon and I really don't want it to end. Honestly, I don't want it to end cause I hate changing to a new surrounding which I'm not familiar with. I don't think I adapt to changes very well. But you can't stop time so I guess I just have to put up with it and try my best in my future undertakings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Quote of the day : "All is connected... no one thing can change by itself."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473402152022991637-2932153781740543812?l=noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/2932153781740543812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3473402152022991637&amp;postID=2932153781740543812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473402152022991637/posts/default/2932153781740543812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473402152022991637/posts/default/2932153781740543812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com/2008/10/studies.html' title='Studies'/><author><name>Lynnette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12922567630543379200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/SRP3jEuj2_I/AAAAAAAAADI/dfMZLLXnzQo/S220/apple.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473402152022991637.post-9011013741256189671</id><published>2008-10-13T16:15:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T18:25:32.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/SPML3IFibkI/AAAAAAAAAAY/I561Nmr62UU/s1600-h/Twilight+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256558231762923074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/SPML3IFibkI/AAAAAAAAAAY/I561Nmr62UU/s320/Twilight+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally the new &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;trailer &amp;amp; poster is out~~~!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You can watch it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;amp;videoid=44288316"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. Dunno why but I can't seem to post the vid here. =( Tried so many times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Can't wait till the movie is released on &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nov 21&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; But have to wait till my SPM is over to watch it. Sigh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Edward &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;is so damn hot~~ Wish he was mine. Bella is so god damn lucky~ Wish I was her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;p/s For those of you who don't know, I'm currently obsessed with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;vampires&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;~ XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Quote of the day : "I'd rather die than stay away from you." - Bella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473402152022991637-9011013741256189671?l=noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/9011013741256189671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3473402152022991637&amp;postID=9011013741256189671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473402152022991637/posts/default/9011013741256189671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473402152022991637/posts/default/9011013741256189671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com/2008/10/twilight.html' title='Twilight'/><author><name>Lynnette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12922567630543379200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/SRP3jEuj2_I/AAAAAAAAADI/dfMZLLXnzQo/S220/apple.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/SPML3IFibkI/AAAAAAAAAAY/I561Nmr62UU/s72-c/Twilight+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473402152022991637.post-286629248155278736</id><published>2008-10-12T01:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T00:30:14.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just now after dinner I was flipping through the channels on TV randomly watching different programmes. When I turned to channel 712, E! entertainment, the programme on air caught my eye: Prom Nightmares THS Investigation. After watching for a few minutes, I found out that the show was about (well, the title says it all) prom nightmares. Apparently, it's about teenagers who attended their prom thinking that it's gonna be the best day of their lives but something tragic happens to them in the end. I almost cried while watching the show and I seldom shed tears over shows or books.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As teenagers, we are all going through the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;'rebellious teen phase'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. We're slowly growing up and having a mind of our own. We talk back at our parents and get fed up with their constant nagging. We think that we're so damn clever and that their thinking is so out-dated. But actually come to think about it, they're more experienced than us and what our parents do is only for the good of us. I can't imagine it but they were once teenagers like me too (I reaaally can't imagine how my parents were as teens) so they should probably know what I'm going through right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your parents' advice is always &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;good for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, no matter how much you hate listening to it. When they tell you not to drink and drive, don't. When they tell you not to start taking drugs, don't try even if it's only once, you may get addicted to it. When they don't give you their permission to let you hang out with your friends somewhere, then just stay at home, spend more time with your family. When they tell you to study hard, then just go and study. You can choose not to heed their advice, but the future is your own to live. Your mother suffered for 10 months pregnant with you, has it ever occurred to you that they would be devastated if anything bad ever happened to their beloved child? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Life is short and unpredictable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Accidents may happen, some are out of your control, but some are caused by your own carelessness. You may not only harm yourself, but you're also hurting those around you. Anything may happen to anyone. So, appreciate what you have now and the people around you before it's too late. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Time is irreversible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(inspired by the show 'Prom Nightmares')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Current thought : Live life to the max.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473402152022991637-286629248155278736?l=noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/286629248155278736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3473402152022991637&amp;postID=286629248155278736' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473402152022991637/posts/default/286629248155278736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473402152022991637/posts/default/286629248155278736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com/2008/10/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Lynnette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12922567630543379200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/SRP3jEuj2_I/AAAAAAAAADI/dfMZLLXnzQo/S220/apple.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3473402152022991637.post-328071352751533510</id><published>2008-10-10T02:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T01:00:33.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time really flies.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Around this time every year I would be thinking the same thing. Every end of the year, I would look back and think 'Wow! In just a blink of an eye it's already year end, another year has just come and gone.' Then I would go 'What have I been doing for this whole year?' and my mind would be a total blank. The days I spend seem to pass in a blur and it's always the same routine for the whole year. Going to school, studying, watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt;, sitting in front of the computer, sitting for exams and occasionally hanging out with friends at shopping malls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;For the past few years, the end of the year doesn't really mean anything special to me. It's enjoyable cause finally exams are over and you get about 2 months of leave, plus there's also Christmas and New Years. Then after 2 months of separation you still get to meet your friends in school, although maybe you won't be in the same class anymore and things will be different from last year's, but still.. you're all together under the same roof. This year though will be the last year in high school (Form 6 excluded) for me and my fellow friends, which means we won't be studying together anymore after this!! After graduation, everyone of us will choose a different path to continue on the journey of life, and most probably our paths won't intersect anymore. Soon, we will all part our own ways and then the only means of keeping in contact is through the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; or mobile phones. But then, everyone would be busy with their own studies and after some time you tend to lose contact with your friends. Well.. hope that won't really happen for me and by all means stay in touch with each other and often hang out or have gatherings so that I won't forget all your faces. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Now that I think about it, there's only *sees calendar* about&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;days left in school till&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;graduation&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So only 5 days left to see all my friends. (Well, there's still the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;SPM&lt;/span&gt; exam after graduation and also outings together after that.) I think everyone has mixed feelings about graduation, right? Well, I do. Graduating is supposed to be fun and happy after finally completing 11 years of education (there's still more to come though). More importantly, you're not bounded by those damn school rules anymore!! No more discipline teachers. No more worries about your already short hair that is too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'LONG'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Without discipline teachers cutting your too short hair all the time, the world suddenly seems like a peaceful and wonderful place. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;XD&lt;/span&gt; But on the other hand, it's sad to leave all your friends at high school. School would be a dull and boring place without friends as they light up your life. Friends are the reasons that make high school memorable. I can't imagine a world without friends. Graduating is like breaking the bonds of friendship you've created with your friends. Even if you're still keeping in touch with them, when you meet them after a few years of not seeing each other, somehow there will be an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;awkward&lt;/span&gt; silence between both of you and you feel like you're seeing a stranger. Actually the last part is only an assumption of mine,&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;To all my friends out there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: I'm glad that I've meet you and known you even those who weren't close friends. All of you are a small piece of a puzzle in my life that make up a bigger, nicer picture in the future. After graduation, we may not be able to see each other again or may lose contact with each other but you'll all still stay in my heart. The moments we spent together no matter happy or sad will always be a part of my memory. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Anyway, after graduation means &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;SPM&lt;/span&gt; is around the corner. There's only about a month left till the big exams come. And I have to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;STUDY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;!!! Study, study, study!! That's what I keep saying but some how or other I tend to end up sitting in front of the computer. Sigh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Quote of the day : "The purpose of life is a life of purpose."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3473402152022991637-328071352751533510?l=noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/328071352751533510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3473402152022991637&amp;postID=328071352751533510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473402152022991637/posts/default/328071352751533510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3473402152022991637/posts/default/328071352751533510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://noitulover-lynn.blogspot.com/2008/10/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>Lynnette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12922567630543379200</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NTmzSIO6iU/SRP3jEuj2_I/AAAAAAAAADI/dfMZLLXnzQo/S220/apple.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
