<?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-15072863</id><updated>2011-07-08T08:29:18.228+08:00</updated><category term='- You said you loved me.'/><category term='- 河水從來就不會逆流'/><category term='- I want another three wishes.'/><category term='- I need cash...'/><category term='- Definitely not happiness.'/><category term='- Friends are always there for you.'/><category term='- Do you believe in Guardian Angels?'/><category term='Just let me off.'/><category term='- If you intend to leave'/><category term='- I just want simple gratitude and appreciation.'/><category term='nobody at all.'/><category term='- Ah bee. Ah bee.'/><category term='- Note: to you'/><category term='- Changing for a better tomorrow'/><category term='- Always be my baby'/><category term='- Let me get over all these shit.'/><category term='believe it or not.'/><category term='- Life is all in a mess. Getting the worst of both hells.'/><category term='- Money cannot buy happiness.'/><category term='- To be continued..'/><category term='- Praying really hard.'/><category term='- 3 words coming their way~'/><category term='- I give 100%. You must give 101%. Bleahz~'/><category term='- I&apos;ve been waiting for true love.'/><category term='- Another new phase of life.'/><category term='- If i walk away'/><category term='use your heart.'/><category term='- I&apos;ll always be the skeleton in the cardboard'/><category term='- Always in my heart.'/><category term='- Happy Birthday Meihong'/><category term='they don&apos;t have one.'/><category term='- I want to be special.'/><category term='- Stop poking your nose in here. B*tch'/><category term='- Find a way to touch my heart.'/><category term='- Do our friendship just ends here??'/><category term='- Return what belongs to me.'/><category term='- I just need love.'/><category term='- Worry just makes small things grow big.'/><category term='Anyway'/><category term='- I fake a smile so he won&apos;t see'/><category term='- Disappointments lead to seperations.'/><category term='- What were you thinking?'/><category term='- A simple girl with high expectations.'/><category term='- To handle yourself'/><category term='- Is this what you call love??'/><category term='- Felt the stab of betrayal.'/><category term='- If i can be stronger'/><category term='- My life&apos;s full of surprises.'/><category term='- This is not what i wish for.'/><category term='Please understand.'/><category term='- Next stop: Japan.'/><category term='- Silence is golden'/><category term='- Without your bestfriend'/><category term='- I&apos;m just an ordinary girl'/><category term='- Brokenhearted.'/><category term='- Deep down inside we wanna believe fairytales still coming true'/><category term='- looking out for a better someone'/><category term='- Bring me to somewhere safe.'/><category term='- 251208.'/><category term='- For eternity'/><category term='- An athlete&apos;s glory - strive towards the finishing line.'/><category term='- Destined'/><category term='- If you were mine.'/><category term='- I&apos;m happy because it&apos;s you.'/><category term='for a moment like this'/><category term='- I LOVE THEM.'/><category term='- Missing Out the Good Times'/><category term='- Ponyo . Ponyo . Ponyo'/><category term='- Aaron Ang Jin Sheng.'/><category term='- Please i beg you'/><category term='please appreciate.'/><category term='- For us'/><category term='- It&apos;s not easy loving someone.'/><category term='comes around.'/><category term='and to be loved.'/><category term='- Pointing a finger at someone = Pointing 4 fingers back at yourself.'/><category term='- Getting a heatstroke.'/><category term='- You are my prince and i am your princess.'/><category term='- Let imaginations run wild'/><category term='- Come on. Eyes on me.'/><category term='- I&apos;m here waiting'/><category term='- an insignificant me'/><category term='- I can forsee the future.'/><category term='- I&apos;m not an idiot. fuckers'/><category term='- Romantically challenged.'/><category term='- Totally disappointed and disgusted.'/><category term='- For all that i did'/><category term='- It&apos;s never too late'/><category term='- I want nobody'/><category term='- I want happiness'/><category term='- I want to go sailing...'/><category term='- Sing me to sleep'/><category term='- words that hurts so much'/><category term='- If you&apos;re mine...'/><category term='- Say it if you care'/><category term='- My Wabbit reappeared again.'/><category term='is the nature of all women.'/><category term='- I cannot believe how stupid i am.'/><category term='- Be inspired by imperfections.'/><category term='will you?'/><category term='- I actually got what you meant just now.'/><category term='- Don&apos;t you realise? I&apos;m just an empty shell to you.'/><category term='- Lady luck'/><category term='- There&apos;s still space for a second chance'/><category term='Happy Father&apos;s Day =)'/><category term='- If i can turn back time.'/><category term='- Sorry seems to be the hardest word.'/><category term='- It&apos;s the way it is'/><category term='- It&apos;s all because iloveyou.'/><category term='(-O.O-)'/><category term='- Let money fall like the rain.'/><category term='- You took my heart away.'/><category term='- Love is a complicated thing.'/><category term='- A piece of mine.'/><category term='- We should really thank you =) K.C'/><category term='- If love can be found that easliy.'/><category term='- My presence isn&apos;t threatening at all. Trust him.'/><category term='even without him.'/><category term='Don&apos;t run.'/><category term='- What is on your mind?'/><category term='- I&apos;ll now put all my attention to you and only you ♥'/><category term='- Now'/><category term='- It&apos;s the love from you that makes me smile =)'/><category term='- One step at a time'/><category term='- It&apos;s just a matter of time.'/><category term='-You&apos;re the reason why'/><category term='- How i wished it was him'/><category term='- It&apos;s your heart i wanted.'/><category term='- I&apos;ll still think of you.'/><category term='- A BIG Catch.'/><category term='- It comes from the heart. But unfortunately'/><category term='- I want my BFF back.'/><category term='- Seeking for Lost Love'/><category term='- Do you love me??'/><category term='- I need to know my doings are appreciated.'/><category term='- If friendships can last lifetime.'/><category term='- Some people wait a lifetime'/><category term='- With or without you.'/><category term='- There&apos;s no forever.'/><category term='- I just love you too much.'/><category term='- Set me free'/><category term='- If you’re not the one then why does my soul feel glad today?'/><category term='- Let me be the sunshine'/><category term='- If cash flows in like water.'/><category term='- I&apos;m just wierd. Don&apos;t mind me.'/><category term='- Yesterday'/><category term='- Changed to make me stronger.'/><category term='- Thank God It&apos;s Friday'/><category term='- I give you my blessings and you give me yours.'/><category term='我對你的感覺也不會回頭'/><category term='I&apos;m always part of you indefinitely'/><category term='- Looking for my guardian angel'/><category term='- Wishes do come true... Not'/><category term='- And if you want to cry'/><category term='- I hate myself for that.'/><category term='- 只想要平凡的幸福'/><category term='- I just need a little of your time to say the words i never said'/><category term='- Good fortune will befall on silly girls.'/><category term='- My wishful thinkings'/><category term='- ILOVEMYSELFtoomuch.'/><category term='- I want you to smell my hair once more...'/><category term='- I want to get out of all this shit.'/><category term='- I don&apos;t want to share the same name as any other.'/><category term='- A growing love.'/><category term='- Time waits for no man.'/><category term='- Yes. You&apos;re in my hate list No.1 BIATCH.'/><category term='i can&apos;t hide.'/><category term='- Now i&apos;m telling you... ILOVEYOU.'/><category term='- I had really put in effort'/><category term='- to be loved'/><category term='- You&apos;re the one in my heart next.'/><category term='- It&apos;s you whom i want to love =)'/><category term='- I need rest. Do not Disturb.'/><category term='- Fated to love you'/><category term='- The world is filled with opposites.'/><category term='- I miss my kitty.'/><category term='- Thinking too much'/><category term='- I knew all along... your heart wasn&apos;t with me'/><category term='- luck is coming my way... NOT.'/><category term='- Can&apos;t say i love you.'/><category term='- If we were given a second chance...'/><category term='- Don&apos;t ask me why i still care.'/><category term='- Tonight will be the night.'/><category term='- Beach . Ball . Babes'/><category term='- Let me get what i want.'/><category term='- Movie Marathon Moment.'/><category term='- No regrets because i&apos;m not the one at the losing end.'/><category term='- Kiss me in the rain.'/><category term='definitely'/><category term='- I think i&apos;ll go for States.'/><category term='- If dreams turn into reality...'/><category term='- Is it time??'/><category term='- Wish i could just sleep through fairytale.'/><category term='would you give chase?'/><category term='- I can&apos;t run'/><category term='wilson.'/><category term='use your head. To handle others'/><category term='- Happy. Happy. Happy.'/><category term='- I want you to be my BFF.'/><category term='- Bite me...'/><category term='- Okay. I&apos;m not really that happy.'/><category term='- Beautifully Imperfect.'/><category term='- Don&apos;t hesitate no more'/><category term='- I&apos;ll be ready someday'/><category term='- i&apos;m your superglue'/><category term='it&apos;s just me and you.'/><category term='- I&apos;m the queen in his heart.'/><category term='- My last message to you'/><category term='- Trust... is the most important factor in a relationship.'/><category term='- Unconditional Acceptance.'/><category term='i will not stand in your way'/><category term='- You are the music in me'/><category term='- If my love for you is true.'/><category term='Big Moments . Big Dreams . Big Changes'/><category term='- Big Girls don&apos;t cry'/><category term='- Take time to realise.'/><category term='- Dance with passion'/><category term='- Money is making me insane.'/><category term='- My Mr Right... Gone.'/><category term='- Falling in love'/><category term='- You&apos;ll always be a part of me'/><category term='- Time can&apos;t erase a feeling this strong'/><category term='for the better.'/><category term='but to show how happy you can be'/><category term='- Shivers.'/><category term='- I&apos;ll always be around to look out for you ^^'/><category term='- One of my own kind.'/><category term='- Pampered.'/><category term='- I didn&apos;t know where to turn to'/><category term='- Korea. Korea. Korea.'/><category term='- Help yourself before you can help others.'/><category term='Cry on my Shoulder'/><category term='- I&apos;m Just another Girl'/><category term='- If you were mine...'/><category term='my love'/><category term='- waiting for the right moment'/><category term='- I&apos;m so tired.'/><category term='- Right thing at the right time.'/><category term='- You&apos;re desperate to be fucked? I&apos;ll help to find you one'/><category term='- I&apos;m loved'/><category term='- Can i just want you?'/><category term='- It&apos;s just so hard.'/><category term='you&apos;ll feel lonely no matter what.'/><category term='which lights up your life.'/><category term='- I&apos;m always on a look out.'/><category term='- What goes around'/><category term='I&apos;m yours'/><category term='- To love'/><category term='- The certified stamp. You&apos;re the one.'/><category term='- IQ gets you a job. But EQ gets you promoted.'/><category term='- Stuck in square one'/><category term='- It&apos;s not to take revenge'/><category term='- I can&apos;t believe i broke down again.'/><title type='text'>MemorieS of LifE</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>620</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-3204253001480858458</id><published>2010-04-25T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T22:41:24.014+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- To be continued..'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yup! I know~ It's been ages since i set my fingers to this 'infested-with-dust-bunnies" blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the thought of having to face the screen makes my eyes POP... in a rather BAD way.&lt;br /&gt;And my eyes hurt =( Having to strain them almost everyday. Lasik would be going to waste.&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh~ I don't want to be back to my 'Ugly Betty' days!! I want my braces to be gone and my pimples to take a long vacation and never come back, right this minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah... and my new-found cellulite... wtf man... The extra cellulite is obviously NOT needed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday's busy. Coming home to a house full of sleeping people. And leaving the house, yet again, full of sleeping people. I miss everyone! And the worse thing that you would rather not hear, is your brother telling you this, "Woah! It's been a week that i haven't been seeing you!" And the next minute?? I plopped onto my bed without another word, after i said, "Yeah..." I missed my brother the most. A month &amp;amp; a half of not having him at home is not a good thing. He has a really sweet nature. "THAT" explains why we are siblings... 'Cos we share the same blood, which means... I'm sweet natured too~ Lol! Anyway.. he chose a hoodie for me. And i loved it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okayyyy~ I'm tired!! I'll continue next time... Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-3204253001480858458?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3204253001480858458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=3204253001480858458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/3204253001480858458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/3204253001480858458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2010/04/yup-i-know-its-been-ages-since-i-set-my.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-707012687343596409</id><published>2010-03-05T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T19:42:57.150+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Getting a heatstroke.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Watched 72 Tenants of Prosperity this Tuesday with mama in City Square JB.&lt;br /&gt;Laughed the hell out of us throughout.&lt;br /&gt;Some parts are pretty lame. But freaking hell funny.&lt;br /&gt;Lol the fact that i laughed till tears rolled down my cheeks will tell you a little bit bout how funny it was.&lt;br /&gt;And the fact that it's in Cantonese. So the whole thing was even more hilarious than watching it in Mandarin. It's like watching a local comedy that's speaks mostly Hokkien and i don't know what the hell it's all about when everybody's laughing at the comments they made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loved the movie!!! 5 little Sotongs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So bored. So hot...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-707012687343596409?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/707012687343596409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=707012687343596409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/707012687343596409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/707012687343596409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2010/03/watched-72-tenants-of-prosperity-this.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-4138160976432537399</id><published>2010-02-18T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T14:41:36.903+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Do you believe in Guardian Angels?'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finished a book in just 2days!!!&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Of course it's not surpising when you can easily finish it in 1.&lt;br /&gt;The point is... It's a freaking nice~ book!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started with &lt;strong&gt;The Hollow by Jessica Verday&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Not that fantastic but curiosity urges me to want to finish all 3 books.&lt;br /&gt;Still waiting for Book 2 to be published. Somewhere in Sep this year.&lt;br /&gt;Oh man... a book a year =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary from the Author:&lt;br /&gt;When Abbey's best friend, Kristen, vanishes at the bridge near Sleepy Hollow Cemetery, everyone else is all too quick to accept that Kristen is dead... and rumors fly that her death was no accident. Abbey goes through the motions of mourning her best friend, but privately, she refuses to believe that Kristen is really gone. Then she meets Caspian, the gorgeous and mysterious boy who shows up out of nowhere at Kristen's funeral, and keeps reappearing in Abbey's life. Caspian clearly has secrets of his own, but he's the only person who makes Abbey feel normal again... but also special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when Abbey starts to feel that she might survive all this, she learns a secret that makes her question everything she thought she knew about her best friend. How could Kristen have kept silent about so much? And could this secret have led to her death? As Abbey struggles to understand Kristen's betrayal, she uncovers a frightening truth that nearly unravels her - one that will challenge her emerging love for Caspian, as well as her own sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point of view:&lt;br /&gt;Relatively good book. Brought me imagining scenes myself. A book about romance between ghost and mortal. The to-be-continued end makes me want to find out more about what's gonna happen next in the next book. Hopefully i won't get bored after a few books like Harry Potter. Luckily there's only three books for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then next was &lt;strong&gt;Hush Hush by Becca Fitzpatrick&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Freaking NICE book!&lt;br /&gt;So engrossed in reading it, I actually gave up sleeping and continued reading until dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary from the Author:&lt;br /&gt;For Nora Grey, romance was not part of the plan. She's never been particularly attracted to the boys at her school, no matter how much her best friend, Vee, pushes them at her. Not until Patch came along. With his easy smile and eyes that seem to see inside her, Nora is drawn to him against her better judgment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after a series of terrifying encounters, Nora's not sure who to trust. Patch seems to be everywhere she is, and to know more about her than her closest friends. She can't decide whether she should fall into his arms or run and hide. And when she tries to seek some answers, she finds herself near a truth that is way more unsettleing than anything Patch makes her feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Nora is right in the middle of an ancient battle between the immortal and those that have fallen - and, when it comes to choosing sides, the wrong choices will cost her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point of view:&lt;br /&gt;Unpredictable storylines. You wouldn't have guessed what comes next. You may think it would happen like this, but it would leave you in awe that you're toatlly wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Romance between mortals and fallen angels. Okay not so much of the mortal part because Nora was half human half fallen angel herself, a descendant.&lt;br /&gt;Interesting book that lingers your curiousity to read more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe there's gonna be a sequel for Hush Hush!&lt;br /&gt;Crescendo. Coming fall 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When's fall??? Lol when all you get in Singapore is Summer all year round =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-4138160976432537399?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4138160976432537399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=4138160976432537399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/4138160976432537399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/4138160976432537399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-finished-book-in-just-2days-lol.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-8433790779095144218</id><published>2010-02-13T02:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T02:19:25.702+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- My Wabbit reappeared again.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The sudden emo-ness makes me choke and wants to puke.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe i'm all alone this Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;And believe that i'll forever be alone in every year's that very day.&lt;br /&gt;F*ing sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just knowing that once you step out of house, the hills and mountains of couples, holding hands, kissing and... just behaving very 'IN LOVE', surrounding you, just makes you want to hold your head down all the way throughout the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz... the word 'IRRITATING' and the sentence 'YOU'RE VERY IRRITATING' still freshly stays in my head. Repeating itself over and over again like a damaged old-fashioned 80s big gramo disc. Argh~ I can't believe that is my all-time vital point. Nothing is more fatal than this very word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you tried Starbucks' new product??&lt;br /&gt;I never fancy anything that contains coffee. But this! is fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;Tried the sample they gave out when i was walking past Starbucks with my mum the other day.&lt;br /&gt;Since it's just a teeny weeny cup, i thought why not.&lt;br /&gt;And to my surprise, we liked it!&lt;br /&gt;The Orange Latte or isit Mocha. But whatever it is, it taste really good.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because the flavour of the orange overpowers the existance of the coffee.&lt;br /&gt;So tempted to get it everytime i walked past Starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;But drinking one of that, means getting another burn in my pocket for unneccessary excess fat products. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been waiting for this very day to come.&lt;br /&gt;Steamboat tomorrow!!! YAY!&lt;br /&gt;And i'm soOoOo enthu bout having more people to come for reunion dinner.&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind =) as long as everyone's together and happy.&lt;br /&gt;It's the NEW YEAR. So i'll just let whatever unhappiness be bygones.&lt;br /&gt;Well... maybe not everything... *shrug&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-8433790779095144218?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8433790779095144218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=8433790779095144218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/8433790779095144218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/8433790779095144218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2010/02/sudden-emo-ness-makes-me-choke-and.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-940232008630308743</id><published>2010-02-11T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T00:13:41.763+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- 只想要平凡的幸福'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>PICK ME UP ON "NEW YEAR'S DAY"!!&lt;br /&gt;Which of course, has another meaning to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decode: Pick me up on Valentine's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol! Sound less desperate right?! Hahahaha~&lt;br /&gt;Got a little smarter huh?? To be able to come up with something like that =)&lt;br /&gt;Just got lucky that CNY clashes with Vday ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway... I feel like shit now that my eyes are infected.&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Both eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Bell said they're probably caught with bacteria. So basically, infection.&lt;br /&gt;Mama said it's probably cause of the very very hot weather nowadays and the fact that i'm not drinking enough H2O!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i think it's because i kept rubbing my eyes and they just got so vunerable that bacteria came to invade and the guards were down =( Freaking painful and itchy.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up with swollen eyes. A very bad start in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Teary eyes all day. I thought i was going blind soon, everytime i look into the mirror, my bloodshot eye looked redder than the previous time i observed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Lianyin to pass her her top. So might as well try my luck in doing some last min shopping for new year clothes. Not much luck. And so i just ended up buying a high waist skirt and a white tank top. Wasn't in the full-charged HIGH mode due to swollen-teary eyes and going-empty purse, to do more walking and looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seperated with Lianyin after she decided to have dinner with her sister. Me?? Of course it's not the end of the story for today. So with an aching shoulder, swollen eyes, aching feet and throbbing headache, i made my way to meet Bell at Vivo. You should have seen her soldier's expression when she said eye infections are contagious. Hahahaha! Trying to be funny only. Talk cock people and talk cock people always get along well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;READ: Especially to Bellina Kho: Not interested in the guy who is a regular and drives R6. Lol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-940232008630308743?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/940232008630308743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=940232008630308743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/940232008630308743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/940232008630308743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2010/02/pick-me-up-on-new-years-day-which-of.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-4466611875023526065</id><published>2010-02-09T09:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T09:18:30.809+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='but to show how happy you can be'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='even without him.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- It&apos;s not to take revenge'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's time to do some spring cleaning in here =)&lt;br /&gt;Been some time, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;It's either work, or I'm cooped at home.&lt;br /&gt;Like the friendless Oscar-in-the-trashcan.&lt;br /&gt;I need company!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CNY's just days away, and i have still yet to find the appropriate clothing that will simply catch my attention.&lt;br /&gt;Today's the last day before i give up on shopping and pray to my wardrobe that i find something decent to wear for visiting.&lt;br /&gt;God~ Girls can never be satisfied, can they?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After being an anti-social freak for i-don't-know-how-many-long-months, I decided to sign in to my MSN, just to find that Milo (my colleague) had added me to his list years ago. And we wouldn't have imagined that Today, we would know each other from work. Just like that. I didn't even realise he was in my list until he somehow doublechecked and blablabla. Lol! Such coincidence. Amazing... Why don't coincidence let me meet someone more hunkier, more hotter, like... He JunXiang, Jay Williams Lee, Lee Min Ho, Kim Bum, Daniel Henney...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha~! I told you life's wonderful when you start up your imaginations =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i tell you how much i LOVE my family?!!! I just merely suggested that i wanted steamboat for reunion dinner, and they really bought the equipments (the pot with the BBQ pan). How cool's that?? ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does Valentine's Day has to get stuck with CNY this year?? Haiz...&lt;br /&gt;Why am i even worrying when this year i'm just the loner with no date =)&lt;br /&gt;So work's the only option! I suppose...&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe stay home for the three days watching special premieres, not a bad idea too, i guess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh~~~ I sad can i get... TT^TT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First post of the year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-4466611875023526065?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4466611875023526065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=4466611875023526065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/4466611875023526065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/4466611875023526065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-time-to-do-some-spring-cleaning-in.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-1439910179507206607</id><published>2009-12-21T00:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T00:24:36.046+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='(-O.O-)'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ME, LITTLE MISS UGLY- KLUTZ, YEARNS FOR A LOVING, HANDSOME, RICH &amp;amp; HOT-HUNK BOYFRIEND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right! Continue dreaming on -.-&lt;br /&gt;All I want for Christmas...&lt;br /&gt;Mr Santa Claus... I'm not greedy right?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-1439910179507206607?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1439910179507206607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=1439910179507206607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/1439910179507206607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/1439910179507206607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/12/me-little-miss-ugly-klutz-yearns-for.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-3435642369103447254</id><published>2009-12-18T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T20:19:38.336+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Missing Out the Good Times'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Like finally, I can blog once again!&lt;br /&gt;And I owe this BIG favour to zan =)&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a million, my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... Been way too long since i've lay my hands on the keyboard and start typing away in here.&lt;br /&gt;Till now, i still have nothing in mind to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;I believe alot had happened within the days i haven't been blogging.&lt;br /&gt;Work. Out. With friends, with family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cherish the times i have with my family.&lt;br /&gt;And i really really love hanging out with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;Just that most of the time, my life is spent at work.&lt;br /&gt;Getting alittle bit sick and tired of how i spend my time.&lt;br /&gt;Well... hard work brings you good returns ^^&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully... that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been sticking my eyes to the monitor almost everyday.&lt;br /&gt;'Chiong-ing' dramas after dramas.&lt;br /&gt;Dramas with fairytale storylines are sooo addictive, i must say.&lt;br /&gt;But still, everything has to come back to reality...&lt;br /&gt;That's where you need to find your own happiness, happy life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not everything would turn out into something you would want it to be.&lt;br /&gt;But one thing for sure, everything happen for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;And most of the time, what comes around, goes around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to Monday's outing with Ivy babe.&lt;br /&gt;And Wednesday, 'Ladies' Night Out',  please give me confirmation asap peeps!&lt;br /&gt;P.S. St James Please! Hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-3435642369103447254?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3435642369103447254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=3435642369103447254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/3435642369103447254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/3435642369103447254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/12/like-finally-i-can-blog-once-again-and.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-2090663652746475663</id><published>2009-10-24T11:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T11:35:13.782+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Another new phase of life.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally turned 20!&lt;br /&gt;The sight of the number '2' makes you excited.&lt;br /&gt;But i don't think i'll get the same feeling if i turn 30 =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;Had my birthday celebrated 5 times,&lt;br /&gt;10 Oct - BBQ&lt;br /&gt;16 Oct - Fish &amp;amp; Co., Keppel Bay with Carol &amp;amp; gang&lt;br /&gt;17 Oct - Teo Heng KTV &amp;amp; Katong Laksa with Ivy &amp;amp; gang (thanks for the Longevity Bun ^^)&lt;br /&gt;Safari with Cousin Richard, Bro &amp;amp; Wilson&lt;br /&gt;18 Oct - A small surprise supper gathering with Bell &amp;amp; gang&lt;br /&gt;20 Oct - Dinner with family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fulfilled all the must-have food for birthdays.&lt;br /&gt;-Longevity Bun&lt;br /&gt;-Longevity Noodle&lt;br /&gt;-Red Egg&lt;br /&gt;LOL! Don't ask me where i ate all this.&lt;br /&gt;Damn embarrassing~&lt;br /&gt;But everything's good =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started to like the place I'm spending more of my time in.&lt;br /&gt;Capella Hotel, Sentosa.&lt;br /&gt;Nice place to work in.&lt;br /&gt;A very comfortable environment, ....for now.&lt;br /&gt;People there are nice.&lt;br /&gt;Starting to look out for my future.&lt;br /&gt;Like finally! Took me a whole year to realise and start to panic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, i thank all peeps who made my 20th birthday, a really pleasant one.&lt;br /&gt;ILOVE you guys!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for the well wishes, great blessings &amp;amp; plentiful of love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-2090663652746475663?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2090663652746475663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=2090663652746475663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/2090663652746475663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/2090663652746475663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/10/finally-turned-20-sight-of-number-2.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-2214617186642406416</id><published>2009-09-30T04:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T04:03:32.184+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Happy. Happy. Happy.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm super lazy to update my posts!&lt;br /&gt;Still waiting for the uploading of photos to finish loading in Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;Tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's the last day of work as a full timer.&lt;br /&gt;Not very happy bout it.&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss the times =(&lt;br /&gt;But i'll still be working there... As a part timer that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the first day of October starts, it would mean the commencement date for my course will be starting.&lt;br /&gt;6months of stress, studies and killing of brain cells.&lt;br /&gt;Lol! Of course i'm looking forward to it... NOT!&lt;br /&gt;But still, this is the last chance to pick myself up from where i fell.&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to me =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flies! I'm 20!! Soon... =D&lt;br /&gt;The starting age of the numeral '2', makes me feel a whole lot different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, 28 Oct 09&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;Requested for an off day, just to accompany Mama to JB.&lt;br /&gt;Realised the closer bond since we went for that holiday to Korea.&lt;br /&gt;Mama even said we could go to Japan together, just the 2 of us, even if it means without the company of her friends =)&lt;br /&gt;How cool is that.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, had a quick lunch at Sizzling StoneGrill.&lt;br /&gt;Had my all-time favourite, Ostrich Steak!&lt;br /&gt;Then walked around for a little while before our movie starts.&lt;br /&gt;We watched Tsunami at Haeundae.&lt;br /&gt;It was really a nice movie! Damn touching!&lt;br /&gt;Laughed throughout the first half of the movie. Cried throughout the last half of the movie.&lt;br /&gt;And i really meant CRIED!&lt;br /&gt;The one who starred as the Prince of the Sea was really cute though =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went around again and came across the newest product of mooncakes.&lt;br /&gt;Bamboo Charcoal! The mooncake's black in colour!&lt;br /&gt;Fascinating!&lt;br /&gt;It tasted rather nice too, so we bought 2 ^^&lt;br /&gt;I decided to buy it b'cos of the ginseng as ingredient =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;The journey back was rather smooth.&lt;br /&gt;Don't have to squeeze with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, there wasn't a huge crowd at the bus interchange and long queue at the customs.&lt;br /&gt;I like the new system though. No queueing just to get our passports stamped.&lt;br /&gt;Just scan and GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's bout all.&lt;br /&gt;I'll start on the Korea trip post another time =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-2214617186642406416?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2214617186642406416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=2214617186642406416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/2214617186642406416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/2214617186642406416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-super-lazy-to-update-my-posts-still.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-3334874095035952643</id><published>2009-09-24T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T10:06:45.141+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Next stop: Japan.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm BACK TO REALITY!&lt;br /&gt;Not excited bout it.&lt;br /&gt;But the 8 days of getaway was really a relief =)&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't wait for what's coming next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything that happened since Day1 in Korea, will be updated some time this week when i got sufficient time to pen down every single details.&lt;br /&gt;Same for the photos. Will be up soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAEHANMINGUK!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-3334874095035952643?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3334874095035952643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=3334874095035952643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/3334874095035952643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/3334874095035952643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-back-to-reality-not-excited-bout-it.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-2237496114958652596</id><published>2009-09-03T23:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T23:52:36.242+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='我對你的感覺也不會回頭'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- 河水從來就不會逆流'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Awww~ I'm going into the last episode of 鬥牛要不要!!! &lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to chiong-watch now =/&lt;br /&gt;Bah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 more days... And I'm off!!&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly the excitement just came rushing through my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent my first off day of the month of September with my girls, Baobei Ivy &amp; Kell.&lt;br /&gt;Missed them so so much can...&lt;br /&gt;Especially Ivy, we've got so much catching up to do =)&lt;br /&gt;We need to meet up some other time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met them for Cine KLunch at 11am, but as usual, i was late -.-&lt;br /&gt;Not feeling proud about it.&lt;br /&gt;But anyway... Sang till 4plus.&lt;br /&gt;The staff kept going, "Last song. Last song."&lt;br /&gt;From 2.30pm, then 3.30pm, then finally 4plus.&lt;br /&gt;We decided to go. Lol. The machine didn't stop us from continuing. So, *shrug...&lt;br /&gt;Went ahead to Lido to catch Up.&lt;br /&gt;Nice animation ^^&lt;br /&gt;Cute characters with a whole lots of laughter and morals.&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to part after the movie.&lt;br /&gt;But thought it was too early, so me and Kell agreed to walk around ION.&lt;br /&gt;Ended up spending money.&lt;br /&gt;Bought a pair of Fossil earrings, which i had targetted for a looong time since i had my eyes set on it the other time =)&lt;br /&gt;Skirt from UniQlo. A pair of pumps from Rubi.&lt;br /&gt;And i was so tempted to buy popcorns from CORNERY-The Popcorn Gallery! It's the flavours and the colours of all the popcorns that fascinates me!&lt;br /&gt;There's like butterscotch, green tea, sesame, banana, curry, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Really unique huh?!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so going to buy them next time =D&lt;br /&gt;One whole BIG bag of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had my eyes set on soOo many items, but had to refrain myelf from further spending =(&lt;br /&gt;Waaa~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I had fun ^^&lt;br /&gt;And of course, i want MORE!&lt;br /&gt;More meet ups. More meet ups!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-2237496114958652596?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2237496114958652596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=2237496114958652596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/2237496114958652596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/2237496114958652596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/09/awww-im-going-into-last-episode-of-i.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-5312241764362321787</id><published>2009-08-28T02:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T02:35:59.139+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Kiss me in the rain.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm not in a fantastic mood recently.&lt;br /&gt;Just felt really okay being cooped up with work, work and just work, every single day.&lt;br /&gt;I no longer complain that i need a bloody break.&lt;br /&gt;And i seriously don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel like talking, don't feel like bitching.&lt;br /&gt;Just want to be alone, locked up in the room, and stick my eyes to the moniter.&lt;br /&gt;'Chiong-ed' a total of 2 dramas in less than a week.&lt;br /&gt;WhyWhyLove &amp;amp; DevilBesideYou. And i actually 'fell in love' with Mike He, 賀軍翔!&lt;br /&gt;He's freaking cute! And i just realised... Kim Bum's only 20!&lt;br /&gt;Okay... I think i'm behaving like a total retarded fanatic, whose behaviour, i personally hate and simply would make me 'shake my head' -.-"&lt;br /&gt;Currently watching Bull Fighting, 斗牛。要不要.&lt;br /&gt;This is what i've been doing between breaks during work.&lt;br /&gt;Hogging the whole com to myself, watching 'RA' (that's what my colleagues claim *shrug)&lt;br /&gt;But who cares! That's the only entertainment to keep me awake! If not, you'll find me drooling on the arm of that very black sofa =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 'every few months' PMS returned just recently.&lt;br /&gt;Mood swings. Pettiness. Rebellious. Hot-headed. The girl who couldn't take jokes.&lt;br /&gt;All at once came rushing to my head.&lt;br /&gt;Actions were faster than my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Regrets after every wrong doings.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i hate myself for being so childish.&lt;br /&gt;Fcuk man. Don't know when my dad would start talking to me again.&lt;br /&gt;I know what to do and what not to, but yet, i still did it.&lt;br /&gt;God... Am i plain stupid or just hopelessly naive?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the pouring season.&lt;br /&gt;Every drop of the rain, soothes my heart, mind and soul.&lt;br /&gt;The heavier it gets, the curvier my smile would get.&lt;br /&gt;Weird but true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feelings die when the last cacti dies.&lt;br /&gt;There wouldn't be disappointments if there's no expectations in the very beginning...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-5312241764362321787?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5312241764362321787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=5312241764362321787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/5312241764362321787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/5312241764362321787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-not-in-fantastic-mood-recently.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-5549269552070999064</id><published>2009-08-19T02:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T02:47:45.700+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- ILOVEMYSELFtoomuch.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wahahahahahaha~ Made use of the whole my half day's off!&lt;br /&gt;100% Satisfaction!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worked till 4pm.&lt;br /&gt;Slacked abit in the office, watching WhyWhyLove till 5pm.&lt;br /&gt;Took a bus to AngMoKio, then found this interesting packging of Kortex.&lt;br /&gt;A black tin casing with 5 ultrathin pads in it. Hot pink somemore!&lt;br /&gt;How cool's that! And it just cost me $1.95! Double coolness~&lt;br /&gt;Decided to make a quick visit to PasirRis.&lt;br /&gt;Bought durian pancakes, then made my way to Ave10 to get Lychee Martini Cake for Papa.&lt;br /&gt;All their desserts looked tempting. Unique flavours. Gotta try them next time =)&lt;br /&gt;Then took a cab and rushed to the East.&lt;br /&gt;Count myself lucky. Met Aazon and Irene Mama while i was waiting for the lift, they were going to make their way to send Aazon for swimming class.&lt;br /&gt;Darn! LOL~ If i got there a minute later, i could have had the chance to see First Young Master Ang!&lt;br /&gt;Hahaa~&lt;br /&gt;Irene Mama said he's home what... tsk...&lt;br /&gt;Eh~ Chances of getting to see him, are rare okay... =/&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, okay... i lied that i was nearby.&lt;br /&gt;Oh right, AMK's 'just beside' PasirRis. NOT!&lt;br /&gt;Lol! Don't want them to worry, so i blurted out a white lie.&lt;br /&gt;A teeny weeny lie wouldn't actually hurt right?!&lt;br /&gt;I just thought i wanted to pay them a visit, every once in a while, that's all =)&lt;br /&gt;Planned to pass them everything then take a cab to town.&lt;br /&gt;But in the end, the parents offered to send me to the station. Damn paisei!&lt;br /&gt;Keep troubling them. But it did save me from further burning a bigger hole in my purse.&lt;br /&gt;Took a train down to Orchard. Reached there and headed straight to Charles &amp;amp; Keith while waiting for my family to make their grand arrival.&lt;br /&gt;I still ended up burning an even bigger hole in my pocket. Bought a pair of heels.&lt;br /&gt;Loved the shoes, though it did hurt a bit.&lt;br /&gt;My conscience felt the pinch.&lt;br /&gt;My toes felt the wince.&lt;br /&gt;HEY! It rhymed! Abit -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with them at DinTaiFung.&lt;br /&gt;Made our orders. Didn't have to wait long for the food to come.&lt;br /&gt;Started shoving alittle bit of everything into my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;Everything contains flour. Felt bloated after a few mouths.&lt;br /&gt;But we still managed to finish everything on the table and proceed to the best part of every meal!&lt;br /&gt;DESSERT!&lt;br /&gt;And that is why i insisted on having dinner in this particular outlet. Wisma Atrium's, instead of other outlets.&lt;br /&gt;Because.... They have that particular dessert i wanted!&lt;br /&gt;GREENTEAJELLYwithREDBEANandMILKSHAVEDICE!&lt;br /&gt;Bleahz~ YumYum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, it was near to the closing time for most stores.&lt;br /&gt;We walked around abit. And came across this F1 photo booth!&lt;br /&gt;Interesting eh?!&lt;br /&gt;It's something like a Neoprint machine.&lt;br /&gt;But instead of putting in $1x10, it's absolutely FREE!&lt;br /&gt;And instead of waiting for your photo to be printed out, it's done all through EMAIL!&lt;br /&gt;You have your picture taken, then it'll be emailed to you.&lt;br /&gt;Total coolness!&lt;br /&gt;I know i sound like a suaku, getting all excited like a total ignorant tourist.&lt;br /&gt;But imagine being cooped up in Mandai, near to the animals, surrounded by hundreds of orchids, 'loved' by thousands of creepy crawlies and embraced by the mighty heat and humid every single day.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine that you finally had the chance to really go out with your family and have fun, you wouldn't mind embarassing yourself in front of many, making people think as though you're out of your mind.&lt;br /&gt;I don't care! Like Papa said, as long as i'm happy ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE my dad.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE my mum.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE my bro.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i think, what wrong had i done to not deserve to receive love (counting out paternal &amp;amp; sibling's love).&lt;br /&gt;And i think, and i think, and i found myself an answer.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe. Just maybe. I'm around, i'm alive, i'm living to bring happiness to people i love =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;只有過不去的紅燈&lt;br /&gt;沒有過不下去的日子&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-5549269552070999064?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5549269552070999064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=5549269552070999064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/5549269552070999064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/5549269552070999064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/08/wahahahahahaha-made-use-of-whole-my.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-5438794768881611704</id><published>2009-08-12T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T23:34:07.174+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- I want to go sailing...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;If Tomorrow Never Comes - Ronan Keating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Sometimes late at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I lie awake and watch her sleeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;She's lost in peaceful dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;So I turn out the lights and lay there in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;And the thoght crosses my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;If I never wake up in the morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Would she ever doubt the way I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;About her in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;If tomorrow never comes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Will she know how much I loved her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Did I try in every way to show her every day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;That she's my only one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;And if my time on earth were through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;And she must face the world without me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Is the love I gave her in the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Gonna be enough to last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;If tomorrow never comes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;'Cause I've lost loved ones in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Who never knew how muchI loved them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Now I live with the regret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;That my true feelings for them never were revealed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;So I made a promise to myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;To say each day how much she means to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;And avoid that cicumstance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Where there's no second chance to tell her how I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;If tomorrow never comes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Will she know how much I loved her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Did I try in every way to show her every day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;That she's my only one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;And if my time on earth were through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;And she must face the world withut me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Is the love I gave her in the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Gonna be enough to last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;If tomorrow never comes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;So tell that someone that you love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Just what you're thinking of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;If tomorrow never comes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;If i had just looked into this song when you told me to... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And just tell you i love you too, my dear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Will things turn out differently??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Day by day, in a blink of an eye, it's already August.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Almost 2 months. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I failed to hold on any longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You failed to look back either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oh well... what's not mine, then just tell myself... whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off days were so rare that i made sure to spend it like it meant every worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visited Ang's parents recently, after sooo long and had a really FILLING dinner with the family.&lt;br /&gt;100% satisfaction and i'm really really glad that i could still keep in contact with them.&lt;br /&gt;Lovable people whom i want to show my concern and shower my love.&lt;br /&gt;One of the fews who really treated me like family ^^&lt;br /&gt;Another few is Rol's family, i miss them too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then had Ed brought me for a 'spin' in 'his' car.&lt;br /&gt;Drove around 1/4 of Singapore BLINDLY for a whole of 2hrs, just to find the way to Holland V.&lt;br /&gt;Finally we got there after 90mins, but i couldn't find the place i wanted to go.&lt;br /&gt;So we decided to go prawning. I suggested Bishan, and after we got there, SOMEONE said too crowded. So we went off again, this time to Punggol.&lt;br /&gt;A damn ulu place, but damn shiok when you realised the number of prawns you caught yourself =)&lt;br /&gt;Been out till 4am in the morning, when i had work in 6hrs time, but who cares! I had fun =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clubbing is a waste of time and money!&lt;br /&gt;If you spend your free times this way, then yes.&lt;br /&gt;But if it's not because of Mervyn, my uber UNCOOL bro's 21st birthday, i would have just went home to kiss my pillow goodnight =)&lt;br /&gt;I HATE VODKA!&lt;br /&gt;STRONGLY AGAINST!&lt;br /&gt;DEFINITELY NOT TOUCH ever!&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe how much that little amount of it has caused me.&lt;br /&gt;Argh... hate myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Like I said, I would never cry for you again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And I swear with the whole of my 20yrs of life, I didn't cry for you that very night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Rest assured ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New full timers are coming in soon to replace me!&lt;br /&gt;Now i can leave without worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for mid September!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-5438794768881611704?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5438794768881611704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=5438794768881611704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/5438794768881611704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/5438794768881611704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/08/if-tomorrow-never-comes-ronan-keating.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-3044922523569261981</id><published>2009-08-05T00:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T00:52:24.797+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Be inspired by imperfections.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had my very first off day in August!&lt;br /&gt;Spent the entire day in town with Mama =)&lt;br /&gt;Bought 2 dresses from Hula&amp;amp;Co at CityLink.&lt;br /&gt;Bought a bag from Charles &amp;amp; Keith from Wisma.&lt;br /&gt;Contented!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We learnt our lesson.&lt;br /&gt;Next time when we visit a newly opened mall, we MUST try the restaurants instead of the FOODCOURT. Wtf man...&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! Walked around ION and settled our stomach with junk.&lt;br /&gt;Now we know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tampopo's gonna have a new outlet in Takashimaya.&lt;br /&gt;How cool's that?!&lt;br /&gt;No more travelling all the way to LiangCourt just for it man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally satisfied today ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for that email. Touched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;From the very beginning, A's family objected strongly on her dating with B, saying that it has got to do with his family background, &amp;amp; that she will have to suffer for the rest of her life if she were to be with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Due to family's pressure, the couple quarrelled very often. Though A loved B deeply, she always asked him: 'How deep is your love for me?' As B is not good with his words, this often caused A to be very upset. With that &amp;amp; the family's pressure, A often vent her anger on him. As for B, he only endured it in silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;After a couple of years, B finally graduated &amp;amp; decided to further his studies overseas. Before leaving, he proposed to A, 'I'm not very good with words. But all I know is tht I love you. If you allow me, I will take care of you for the rest of my life. As for your family, I'll try my best to talk them round. Will you marry me?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;A agreed, &amp;amp; with B's determination, the family finally gave in &amp;amp; agreed to let them get married. So before he left, they got engaged. A went out to the working society, whereas B was overseas, continuing his studies. They sent their love through emails &amp;amp; phone calls. Though it was hard, but both of them never think of giving up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;One day, while A was on her way to work, she was knocked down y a car that lost control. When she woke up, she saw her parents beside her bd. She realised that she was badly injured. Seeing her mum crying, she wanted to comfort her. But she realised that all that could come out of her mouth was just a sigh, she had lost her voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;The doctor said that the impact on her brain had caused her to lose her voice. Listening to her parents' comfort, but with nothing coming out from her, she broke down. During the stay in hospital, besides silent cries... it's still just silence that accompanied her. Upon reaching home, everything seems to be the same. Except for the ringing tone of the phone, which pierced into her hear everytime it rang. She does not wish to let B know, &amp;amp; not wanting to be a burden to him, she wrote a letter to him saying that she does not wish to wait any longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;With that, she sent the ring back to him. In return, B sent millions &amp;amp; millions of replies, countless of phonecalls, but all A could do was nothing, but just crying. Her parents decided to move away, hoping that she could eventually forget everything &amp;amp; be happy. With a new environment, A learnt sign language &amp;amp; started a new life, telling herself everyday that she must forget B. One day, her friend came to tell her B's back. She asked her friend not to let him know what happened to her. Since then, there wasn't anymore news of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;A year had passed &amp;amp; her friend came with an envelope, containing a invitation card for B's wedding. A was shattered. When she opened the letter, she saw her name in it instead. When she was about to ask her friend what's going on, she saw B standing in front of her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;He used sign language to tell her, 'I've spent a year to learn sign language. Just to let you know that I've not forgotten our promise. Let me have the chance to be your voice. I Love You.' With that, he slipped the ring back into her finger. A finally smiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww~ Isn't it lovely?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-3044922523569261981?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3044922523569261981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=3044922523569261981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/3044922523569261981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/3044922523569261981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/08/had-my-very-first-off-day-in-august.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-1094048621127658150</id><published>2009-08-02T03:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T03:19:50.364+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- I want you to smell my hair once more...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Omg! Upon reading this, I had no choice but just had the urge to take it without permission,&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry, Vic. But thank you to have posted this, that all the memories just came flowing back suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;牵手：代表他想跟你走一段路。&lt;br /&gt;抱抱：代表他想要给你温暖。&lt;br /&gt;亲你：表示他很爱你。&lt;br /&gt;送戒指：代表他要向你求婚。&lt;br /&gt;喂你吃东西：代表他不想饿到你。&lt;br /&gt;送礼物：代表他在乎你。&lt;br /&gt;撒娇：代表他需要你的关心。&lt;br /&gt;自己微笑：代表他在想你。&lt;br /&gt;拔电话给你：代表他无时无刻都想你。&lt;br /&gt;帮你梳头：代表他想跟你白头到老。&lt;br /&gt;背你：代表他要跟你走天涯。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this... except for 送戒指 &amp; 帮你梳头 (instead of combing, he constantly smelt my hair, does that count?? Haha) &lt;br /&gt;I felt really loved, before. Contented =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for you~ Waiting for you~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy August!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-1094048621127658150?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1094048621127658150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=1094048621127658150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/1094048621127658150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/1094048621127658150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/08/omg-upon-reading-this-i-had-no-choice.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-1474468841787211602</id><published>2009-07-28T01:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T01:28:31.743+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- I want nobody'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nobody at all.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finally set foot on the TOP of MOUNT FABER!&lt;br /&gt;The scenery was magnificent. Not much, but i still LOVE IT!&lt;br /&gt;The cool breeze. The teeny weeny colourful lights. Everything just made me smile.&lt;br /&gt;I can see Jarkarta! That's what Joshua told me. A little doubtful, but still, contented =D&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much Josh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go there again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying every single day. Although i'm complaining every now and then, i'm simply satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg~ I amost forgot.&lt;br /&gt;That NUM guy's freaking HOT!&lt;br /&gt;His smile almost made me melt, and i tried so damn hard to pretend i'm not the least bothered.&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha~&lt;br /&gt;Totally fits the bill!&lt;br /&gt;Hot! Cute! Macho! Fit! Tanned! Sunshine boy!&lt;br /&gt;Ahh~ *faint&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-1474468841787211602?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1474468841787211602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=1474468841787211602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/1474468841787211602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/1474468841787211602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-finally-set-foot-on-top-of-mount.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-4616217120749605483</id><published>2009-07-23T09:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T10:00:08.787+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Korea. Korea. Korea.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just realised... I LOVE CATS more than dogs! But not more than bunnies =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sudden thought of 'Life's meaningless' hit me.&lt;br /&gt;I work my ass off every single day.&lt;br /&gt;My money don't seem to grow but keep going down instead.&lt;br /&gt;I really hope October's just tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I seriously need a break, a well deserved break.&lt;br /&gt;Fcuk... I feel like crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ever since the business started picking up, it's total hell.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying to complain. I'm glad the business good now.&lt;br /&gt;I smile everytime i see how much we earn these days.&lt;br /&gt;I feel the sense of satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;But everytime i know my friends around me can go out &amp;amp; have fun, all i can do is envy and pout to myself.&lt;br /&gt;I don't blame anyone that i'm being left out.&lt;br /&gt;It's just that i wanted so much to be part of the outing.&lt;br /&gt;No money to spend is so much better than no time to spend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try doing what i'm doing now, and you'll definitely understand why i'm ranting like a bitch now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need attention. I don't need guys. I don't need a boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;For now, i just need a well-deserved break, either to relax or have fun.&lt;br /&gt;JUST ASK ME OUT, EVEN IT'S JUST SUPPER CAN?!&lt;br /&gt;RING ME! RING ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The accumulated tiredness made it more difficult for me to put on a smile, but a knitted brows instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just an adjective to describe: Fucked up customers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay the above was actually what i wanted to post the day before yesterday, before the com hanged.&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling so much better now, since yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;The pink gerberas in the restaurant, my hungry son which kept meowing non stop, funny colleagues to keep me company throughout and of course, the appreciation of services from last night's customers, just made the whole day of work worthwhile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-4616217120749605483?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4616217120749605483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=4616217120749605483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/4616217120749605483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/4616217120749605483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-just-realised.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-1034520126328050735</id><published>2009-07-18T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T01:52:05.667+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Can i just want you?'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The advertisement's up.&lt;br /&gt;Business's buzzing since Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;My legs are going to break any time.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so freaking TIRED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still... have to work...&lt;br /&gt;Sobz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so damn deprived of FREEDOM!&lt;br /&gt;I need to get out...&lt;br /&gt;I had fun at work...&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes it's just too much.&lt;br /&gt;I know i'm wierd.&lt;br /&gt;I like to work, but i want/desire loads of breaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Haiz. I occupy myself with sooo many things everyday, yet i'm still thinking if i still hold anything towards you or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I know the feeling isn't strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;But sometimes, i feel that i want that attention badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just to know if you still care or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You returned the things i left at your place today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;It made me wonder if you still had the things i gave you hung up in your closet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A teeny weeny prick in my heart, but i'm just glad you hadn't send Chip to me, yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Till today i'm still thinking, what have i done wrong to deserve all these.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Maybe i really had done something wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then i shall say, i'm deeply regretful and sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just don't ignore me, will you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I know everyone's concerned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;But i'm really alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Well, at least i think i'm alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I'm fine being single now, and i'm not ready getting into another one yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Firstly, just let me get my break first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i feel like being all alone in a resort where there's golden sand, sparkly clear blue sea &amp;amp; many more beautiful sceneries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-1034520126328050735?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1034520126328050735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=1034520126328050735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/1034520126328050735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/1034520126328050735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/07/advertisements-up.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-4117191322436521780</id><published>2009-07-09T01:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T01:12:34.832+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- My Mr Right... Gone.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The only thing i can think of now is... I chose the wrong day to take my off.&lt;br /&gt;Unauspicious day.&lt;br /&gt;Next time, i need to use my life lines wisely =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;We live the same fate eh?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally let 2 fucked up 'human species with dicks' ruin my long awaited off day.&lt;br /&gt;Bah~ Whatever la.&lt;br /&gt;I'm born to suffer, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad i have Bell, Josh &amp;amp; Ed, looking out for me every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so looking forward to a day we can agree on, and go on a trip soon.&lt;br /&gt;Get out of this stupid place and kick butts!&lt;br /&gt;Wahahaha~&lt;br /&gt;Of course... Not forgetting my lovable peeps, be it the loooong 11years (&amp;amp; definitely still counting) of unbreakable friendship or the looong 7years (i'm still counting... ^^) of more fun &amp;amp; laughter friendship or long~ 2.5 years (you know who you are... My kids' godma!) of crazy lovin' friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HEART&lt;/span&gt; you guys ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-4117191322436521780?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4117191322436521780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=4117191322436521780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/4117191322436521780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/4117191322436521780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/07/only-thing-i-can-think-of-now-is.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-8045404263715597742</id><published>2009-07-06T21:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T22:14:35.155+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- I miss my kitty.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I HATE falling sick!&lt;br /&gt;The first thing that comes into your mind once you open your eyes in the morning..., 'Shit... I don't feel good...', was never good.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't expect it to get worse in the afternoon while working.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine you almost blacked out while taking a customer's order, and you're practically 'swaying' when they're taking their own sweet time to think bout what they wanted to eat &amp;amp; repeatedly wanted you to repeat what they had ordered already.&lt;br /&gt;It's friggin' not a good feeling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was sent back in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;Dropped dead once i stepped home.&lt;br /&gt;And the temperature got even higher the more i sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up 2hrs later. Noone's home yet.&lt;br /&gt;And it's a god damn Sunday! I don't even know where to find a doctor after 9pm.&lt;br /&gt;Felt as though my head's splitting into 2. Every part of me was burning.&lt;br /&gt;And i thought the burn would make me even more retarded.&lt;br /&gt;Broke into tears, and i called papa, telling him what happened.&lt;br /&gt;Made him even more worried. Damn guilty.&lt;br /&gt;It rose up to 39.2 degrees. For that split moment, i thought i wouldn't be able to see today.&lt;br /&gt;Slept and woke up several times.&lt;br /&gt;Mama changed the wet cloth on my forehead many times.&lt;br /&gt;Fell asleep at 4plus am. Woke up at 8plus am, perspiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the doctor's in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Skipped work today.&lt;br /&gt;The doctor gave me 3days of MC, hahaha! Wilson said he would be the next one falling sick if i don't come back fast.&lt;br /&gt;Lucky it's not H1N1, just normal flu virus.&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to stay home.&lt;br /&gt;But sneaked out to have dinner with my dearest Pri Sch mates.&lt;br /&gt;My buddi's becoming a man from tomorrow onwards! Like finally~&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha~&lt;br /&gt;Came back feeling slightly more feverish.&lt;br /&gt;Temperature went up again -.-"&lt;br /&gt;Must be the rain...&lt;br /&gt;Geez~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Once again, when i needed someone so badly, noone's there for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Sigh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must recover quickly so that i can be useful again!&lt;br /&gt;Wahahahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Haiz~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You tell me la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;How not to love you when you constantly care for me so much?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Argh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;有一种爱叫做放手&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now i know what you meant by this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is what you've always been wanting to tell me =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-8045404263715597742?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8045404263715597742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=8045404263715597742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/8045404263715597742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/8045404263715597742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-hate-falling-sick-first-thing-that.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-2601221592284263760</id><published>2009-07-03T03:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T03:04:53.874+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Aaron Ang Jin Sheng.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Days spent in the restaurant was so much more than how much time i spent at home.&lt;br /&gt;Tiring but i sure had fun.&lt;br /&gt;With colleagues who make you laugh almost every minute, what more can you actually ask for =)&lt;br /&gt;And i officially name my weeks old FOUND kitty... MY SON!&lt;br /&gt;Lol. I'm going to buy him a proper collar. Ribbons look gay on him. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;He's a lazy and fussy boy, but i definitely still love him. The love for him just grows non stop ^^&lt;br /&gt;And... eew~ but i witnessed him feeding his catch, a rat! Damn gross. Imagine watching him start off with the head, with the eye (rat) popping out, blood oozing from his (cat) mouth and the crackling noise of cracking bones (rat).&lt;br /&gt;Too detailed huh~ =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway... I decided to dye my hair today! And i just did it.&lt;br /&gt;Not an obvious, striking colour. But alright la. =)&lt;br /&gt;Spent the whole of my first off day of July fruitfully.&lt;br /&gt;Papa brought me to get my ankle fixed, had it bandaged as if it's damn serious. But the truth is, i could actually still run?!&lt;br /&gt;Then had papa drove me all the way to the east side of Singapore and back to Ang Mo Kio again.&lt;br /&gt;He left thereafter and i went ahead to dye my hair.&lt;br /&gt;Rushed all the way to Clarke Quay to have dinner at Tampopo.&lt;br /&gt;The first restaurant we went together when we first went out.&lt;br /&gt;Everything's fine. Had a good time. And i'm truly contented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I still love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And i'll really miss you when you're away for a month. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wthell... Thailand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-2601221592284263760?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2601221592284263760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=2601221592284263760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/2601221592284263760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/2601221592284263760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/07/days-spent-in-restaurant-was-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-4588047575076748899</id><published>2009-06-28T23:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T23:47:22.396+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Let me be the sunshine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='which lights up your life.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now i understnd why you did that.&lt;br /&gt;Today, i finally understood.&lt;br /&gt;You want things to be good for me, you want to give me the best.&lt;br /&gt;But because you think you can't, that's why you chose to leave.&lt;br /&gt;Today, although everything seems very awkward, i'm contented.&lt;br /&gt;You initiated breakfast eventhough i work an hour earlier.&lt;br /&gt;You kept me food whenever there's chance.&lt;br /&gt;Why do you have to treat me so ultimately nice?&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid i'm not determined to let you go.&lt;br /&gt;But i'm not complaining, just stay that way =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I did something so wrong. I felt god damn guilty.&lt;br /&gt;I hope things will turn out right.&lt;br /&gt;I really don't mean to make things turn out this way.&lt;br /&gt;Please carefully bout what i had said.&lt;br /&gt;I really mean my words. I'm sorry. Truly sorry.&lt;br /&gt;You haven't lost me, for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;To my dearest Bell.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy for you that i had decided to forgive you for keeping something this IMPORTANT from me =)&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh~! Don't think so much okay?&lt;br /&gt;Things will work out someday somehow.&lt;br /&gt;Just enjoy honeymoon period first. Then slowly tame him.&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHA~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-4588047575076748899?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4588047575076748899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=4588047575076748899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/4588047575076748899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/4588047575076748899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/06/now-i-understnd-why-you-did-that.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-1343745571642074844</id><published>2009-06-27T10:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T10:45:54.271+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Life is all in a mess. Getting the worst of both hells.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I let 2 guys in to my heart, played with it, then leave.&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally drained out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How fucked up can i get...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-1343745571642074844?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1343745571642074844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=1343745571642074844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/1343745571642074844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/1343745571642074844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-let-2-guys-in-to-my-heart-played-with.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-7543643540192814615</id><published>2009-06-26T01:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T10:02:54.819+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Felt the stab of betrayal.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The fact bout you both together, doesn't bother me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Although it still irks me, i'll just live with reality.&lt;br /&gt;You... are simply not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;Not worthy enough to take my smile away.&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say... I had never doubted you before, until today.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not upset because you took him away.&lt;br /&gt;I'm upset because you lied to me.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't hurt you, but you hurt me instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone tell me how i can fix this stupid situation i'm in right now?&lt;br /&gt;Okay... not so much of a situation.&lt;br /&gt;Just for once. Let me have things MY way, possible?&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that almost every choice i make, more like I WANT to make, had been discouraged most of the time?&lt;br /&gt;I thought i plucked up enough courage to fight for what i want.&lt;br /&gt;But it's like me, trying to pry open the door, using physical strength, but no matter how hard i try, it just wouldn't open.&lt;br /&gt;So what? I need to find the right key that fits through that keyhole, which then leads me to the other side of him?&lt;br /&gt;.......................................&lt;br /&gt;God... What am i actually talking bout...&lt;br /&gt;I'm so dead beat. I end up blabbering bout nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... at least i added one more entry to the list.&lt;br /&gt;I just need more time for more breaks.&lt;br /&gt;I would want to go to Bali though, if i'm actually allowed to.&lt;br /&gt;Put aside parents' permission, taking leaves from work for holidays is already a problem.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-7543643540192814615?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7543643540192814615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=7543643540192814615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/7543643540192814615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/7543643540192814615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/06/fact-bout-you-both-together-doesnt.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-1996255909887929059</id><published>2009-06-23T15:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T15:21:52.910+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- You took my heart away.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things didn't go well since last week.&lt;br /&gt;And it seemed worse yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;The suicidal thought just striked me after i got to know what hit me so hard.&lt;br /&gt;To many, fortunately that thought came too early, so by the time it turns dark, it just slipped off my mind.&lt;br /&gt;And maybe it's because of the big bump on my forehead caused by my total clumsiness, that the pain and stupidity turned me off from that ugly thought. Or maybe because i wouldn't want to leave him, with guilt, and her, in sorrows (not so much of sorrows, since she had decided her speech will start like, "... I'm honoured to have been the last person she had spoken to...")&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Bell... the message you sent after we hung up last night, touched my soul. And although i cried after reading it, it perked me up alot early in the morning. Tears of contentment i would say. What more from a friend would i ask for =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I can clearly see the future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The future with me and you in it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just hope you'll make up your mind real quickly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'll still be waiting, but this time, i'll just look from one corner and just wait in silence...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-1996255909887929059?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1996255909887929059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=1996255909887929059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/1996255909887929059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/1996255909887929059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/06/things-didnt-go-well-since-last-week.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-8499906941636818800</id><published>2009-06-22T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T00:18:10.918+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Totally disappointed and disgusted.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>KNNB CCB!&lt;br /&gt;Fucking pissed now.&lt;br /&gt;The moment that conversion keeps flashing back into my mind, i just feel like pulling my hair and slap the people who had disappointed me, straight in the bloody fucking face.&lt;br /&gt;Yes! Including you! AARON ANG!&lt;br /&gt;The new W&amp;amp;D does makes my blood boil, but so what?!?!&lt;br /&gt;I know friendship will never come between the new lovebirds. And our friendship is not even worth it, am i not right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In less than a week, i lost the man of my life, my bestest boy-friend and my so-called sister.&lt;br /&gt;I felt like a fucking fool, to believe all the bloody hell assurances.&lt;br /&gt;It just made me realise, how much i had hurt myself, giving all of you the 100% trust.&lt;br /&gt;I would might as well have used a pen knife to slit my own wrist (which i would jolly feel like doing) because i just realised, LIFE IS FUCKING MEANINGLESS, with all these people who keeps coming and walking out of my life, just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hurt me time and again. I've been there for you like forever. But now you're doing this shit to me again. But hey... you know what? At least you're happy! Because you got a hot girlfriend you wanted, she's totally caring and sweet, like you wanted. And the sight of her, doesn't make you want to just ask her to get out of your sight, like how much you wanted to when you're with me! So... Congratulations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i'm getting fucking bitchy now. But i don't care. I'll be okay later like i always will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just tell myself, they're not worth it.. They're not worth it.. They're not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!! I can't believe i'm so fucking naive &amp;amp; stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Go to hell! Cherlyn Lok!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-8499906941636818800?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8499906941636818800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=8499906941636818800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/8499906941636818800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/8499906941636818800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/06/knnb-ccb-fucking-pissed-now.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-4137084349261245259</id><published>2009-06-09T07:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T07:52:47.312+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Sorry seems to be the hardest word.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>6.30am in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;And i'm already up. Wtheck!&lt;br /&gt;I need to go back to bed, 'cause i know the sleep is not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught Blood:TheLastVampire the other night.&lt;br /&gt;It's a waste of money. And i still feel the pinch, having $20 thrown into the drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new found kitty, which i, myself, named him, Tiger, all because this beautiful cat, had such beautiful fur prints.&lt;br /&gt;But not at all aggressive, instead he's like an adorable baby, who yearns for attention and loads of love.&lt;br /&gt;Loves to gobble up anything fishy, eew~ it actually ate the crabmeat sticks that i fed it with.&lt;br /&gt;Gonna buy fishballs for it later =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh right... why is there a cat in Orchid Garden??&lt;br /&gt;Basically, it's found lost and seems abandoned.&lt;br /&gt;Roaming around at the back of the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;So Marc and I played with it, blablabla, it ended up taken care of by alot of us.&lt;br /&gt;Lucy kitty ^^&lt;br /&gt;It's not an ordinary stray cat, we suppose.&lt;br /&gt;Totally tamed, toilet trained, so we assumed it's a domestic cat.&lt;br /&gt;When found, it's so so scrawny. Choosy towards food.&lt;br /&gt;But now, eats almost anything that is edible. Almost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciaoz~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-4137084349261245259?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4137084349261245259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=4137084349261245259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/4137084349261245259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/4137084349261245259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/06/6.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-3799856702899372061</id><published>2009-06-04T00:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T00:29:57.181+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Don&apos;t run.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Lady luck'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finally got my off days sorted out.&lt;br /&gt;And it's definitely a BIG deal! Considering me having only 2 off days per month.&lt;br /&gt;I know~ freaking pathetic!&lt;br /&gt;But no choice. Experience tough life first, actually more like NO LIFE!!! Then could i enjoy life later.&lt;br /&gt;3 more months. One word. Endure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to go clubbing today. Plans cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;Well~ I'm okay with it though. Wanted to go when i didn't have the chance to. But mind fickled alittle when everything's not confirmed.&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind. Save money =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Business wasn't so good for VanillaPod. Haiz. Felt so friggin' tired every single day.&lt;br /&gt;It's not the 'getting-sick-of-the-job' feeling. It's the 'it-is-so-bloody-hot-and-boring-when-there's-no-customers' part.&lt;br /&gt;The stuffy weather makes me sleepy and is suffocating me, threatening to bring me heatstrokes, every single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised i couldn't find my brother's donation card.&lt;br /&gt;I'm in such deep shit. Don't know where i dropped or misplaced it.&lt;br /&gt;Hope i remember where i put it after my sleep or just miraculously find it tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;He's so gonna kill me.&lt;br /&gt;Pray hard~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh right... Did i mention i spent a few nights chiong-ing BoysOverFlowers, despite the fact that i have work the next morning?&lt;br /&gt;Haha! I love the drama!&lt;br /&gt;The fact that such beautiful faces actually exist!&lt;br /&gt;The Korean Version's definitely way better than the Taiwanese one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay~ What's next?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-3799856702899372061?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3799856702899372061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=3799856702899372061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/3799856702899372061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/3799856702899372061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-finally-got-my-off-days-sorted-out.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-3367260752744566637</id><published>2009-06-03T00:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T00:11:12.300+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- I want my BFF back.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Started working as a full timer since the starting of June.&lt;br /&gt;Don't know if it's a good thing or not.&lt;br /&gt;But heck la. As long as i see money coming in to my pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things happened.&lt;br /&gt;Lost an important person, and i'm totally not cool bout it.&lt;br /&gt;Did the wrong things and of course, i have to face the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i got myself a 'school', maybe, let's just say, a course.&lt;br /&gt;At least it's kind of a stepping stone for me, for now.&lt;br /&gt;We'll see what i can do after that 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i have to throw cactii 1 away.&lt;br /&gt;Ants infested it already.&lt;br /&gt;Saded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz. Why must things end up this way?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-3367260752744566637?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3367260752744566637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=3367260752744566637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/3367260752744566637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/3367260752744566637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/06/started-working-as-full-timer-since.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-8989071955318972342</id><published>2009-05-24T02:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T02:37:39.821+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Wish i could just sleep through fairytale.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Everything changes so quickly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Just what do i want?? Sometimes i end up asking myself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Saying I love you without the right feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The feeling just suck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Please let me love you more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's difficult to give what i had used up already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My loads of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-8989071955318972342?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8989071955318972342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=8989071955318972342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/8989071955318972342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/8989071955318972342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/05/everything-changes-so-quickly.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-7525379189936899078</id><published>2009-05-17T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T14:06:49.795+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- I want you to be my BFF.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so so so freaking tired.&lt;br /&gt;Work has worn me out.&lt;br /&gt;I need money. But i need a break too =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with my dear friend Wilson last Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;Had sushi for dinner and caught XMenOrigins.&lt;br /&gt;The movie's nice~ Wonder if they'll show other characters too or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bee's Ferlorri broke down yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Lol. He and his carelessness.&lt;br /&gt;Took a cab back to my house from Vanilla Pod.&lt;br /&gt;Headed back to Mandai with papa to fix the problem.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, problem's still not solved. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;If things can turn back to normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Just normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I want you to be happy, that's all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Smile to me, will you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Just want you to be by my side when i need someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-7525379189936899078?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7525379189936899078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=7525379189936899078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/7525379189936899078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/7525379189936899078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-so-so-so-freaking-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-5895309709532590961</id><published>2009-05-11T01:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T01:59:28.325+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- I need rest. Do not Disturb.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm just freaking tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i still love you baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cravings for chocolate banana~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i ought to at least just update what had been going on today.&lt;br /&gt;It's Mother's Day.&lt;br /&gt;ILOVEmama! Always &amp;amp; Forever =)&lt;br /&gt;Woke up after a call from bee and rushed to get everything ready.&lt;br /&gt;Forgot to bring along alot of things despite checking my bag again and again.&lt;br /&gt;But nevermind, fortunately whatever i forgot, wasn't as important.&lt;br /&gt;Rushed to ColdStorage to get a bunch of red carnations and PrimaDeli's Chocolate Fudge Cake (according to dear aaron ang, that's what she likes) for IreneMama.&lt;br /&gt;Then took the train to Kathib, to hop onto a bus to his place.&lt;br /&gt;Got a pink carnation for mama. Love at first sight. Loved the pink carnation once i laid my eyes on it. Thought i should really get it for mama b'cause i just felt that it suits her ^^&lt;br /&gt;Chef Ang whipped up Spaghetti aglio olio for lunch and how sweet of him to have a portion packed for mama. Muackz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, sat around for awhile, and Edmund came.&lt;br /&gt;Then off we went, heading off to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always have fun during work, it's all because i'm always surrounded with 'UNCOOL but NICE people' (I know who said that!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a BIG GREAT blunder today.&lt;br /&gt;I felt like slapping myself and bury myself alive beneath the orchid garden.&lt;br /&gt;WTF! I can 'lose' a customer's credit card, just by swiping it.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't focus on the card, swipe it without looking, knew it dropped, didn't bother to look at it yet, thinking it should be on the floor. And when i finally turned to find it... IT'S GONE!&lt;br /&gt;Me, Wilson, Edmund, Bell, Peng &amp;amp; even Bernard came to help look for it.&lt;br /&gt;Felt so screwed at that very moment.&lt;br /&gt;Ransacked every corner and i even looked in the drain behind the bar, which couldn't possibly be there, but we still went ahead.&lt;br /&gt;Found it due to my capable manager, Wilson Yew! Lol. And Chef Peter's help for tilting the whole cabinet.&lt;br /&gt;Before we found it, Wilson almost dismantle the whole cabinet la. Haha! I felt damn guilty can...&lt;br /&gt;But when i called back to the customer to inform bout the great news.&lt;br /&gt;She said she had already cancelled the card.&lt;br /&gt;My heart just went low, low, low...&lt;br /&gt;Omg. Felt damn bad la. Although it's found, but it's abit heartwrenching to see Wilson cut it into half =( My clumsy hands, stupid brain, my fault totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the total sales for both days covered up the tension and 'conflicts' in the end.&lt;br /&gt;Just felt that hard work paid off, and it's worth it.&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyday would have the same number of crowds.&lt;br /&gt;Then our 2 bosses wouldn't be swiping flies with clothes and coasters.&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHAHA~&lt;br /&gt;Wish that business will prosper!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-5895309709532590961?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5895309709532590961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=5895309709532590961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/5895309709532590961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/5895309709532590961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-just-freaking-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-6244689209552665105</id><published>2009-05-08T01:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T01:36:13.932+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Bite me...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wasting my life away, day by day.&lt;br /&gt;A snap of the fingers, and i'll realise how much youthful time had ticked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just wasting precious time.&lt;br /&gt;And obviously, i'm not proud of it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although i'm happy everyday, letting time pass by tomorrow after another,&lt;br /&gt;This isn't what i want and like to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's my passion gone to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a break to have a clear mind.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to settle down just yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-6244689209552665105?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6244689209552665105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=6244689209552665105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/6244689209552665105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/6244689209552665105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/05/wasting-my-life-away-day-by-day.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-4135132563574620061</id><published>2009-05-06T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T00:21:11.055+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- I want to be special.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been some time since i've updated.&lt;br /&gt;I can see specks of dust. Soon i'll see spider webs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;Happy Belated Birthday MAMA!&lt;br /&gt;ILOVEYOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday was her birthday. But we only got to celebrate her her today.&lt;br /&gt;Been quite a long time since we could eat a proper dinner together =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened recently.&lt;br /&gt;I'm practically becoming a fulltimer, looking at the rate of how many days i'm working.&lt;br /&gt;Yes... almost everyday. Well you can actually say, everyday! OMG.&lt;br /&gt;But relatively, i'm having fun. Just that, i'm not really looking forward to everyday working.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a kid, i need some fun too! =(&lt;br /&gt;I want to meet out. I want to go town. I want to watch movie. I want to sing K. I want to go walk walk and have dinner. I just want to have loads of fun! Bah~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of complaints. Sad~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-4135132563574620061?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4135132563574620061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=4135132563574620061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/4135132563574620061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/4135132563574620061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/05/been-some-time-since-ive-updated.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-200002387188406988</id><published>2009-04-30T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T00:58:49.899+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- I&apos;m just wierd. Don&apos;t mind me.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No matter how strong or mature i grow up to be,&lt;br /&gt;There's still that teeny weeny bit of childish, stubborn, selfish &amp;amp; petty part of a girl in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you just don't realise it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-200002387188406988?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/200002387188406988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=200002387188406988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/200002387188406988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/200002387188406988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-matter-how-strong-or-mature-i-grow.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-5611306730467530192</id><published>2009-04-26T03:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T03:12:50.278+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- If cash flows in like water.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had my eyes set on 2 clothes from bonitochico!&lt;br /&gt;Omg~&lt;br /&gt;Had the urge to splurge but just couldn't afford to do so!&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh! I want to buy them so much! Argh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's our 4th month together!&lt;br /&gt;ILOVEYOU ah bee!&lt;br /&gt;I have a rather weak heart. Lol. And yes... you managed to surprise me, yet again, with your small, sweet surprises ^^&lt;br /&gt;Moving on to our 5th month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I somehow had fun working in the new place.&lt;br /&gt;Although it's still lacking abit of this and that here and there, still find everything rather fun and amusing. Lol. There's still so many ideas to throw in, and yeah, i love this kind of feeling. Giving me lots of space to think and imagine and get my creativity rollin'~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And YES!&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally and officially a born and bred SINGAPOREAN!&lt;br /&gt;Wahahahaha! No more calling me jiu hu kia!&lt;br /&gt;Though i never acknowledge that nonsense before. Why?? That's simple. Read between the lines. I'm &lt;strong&gt;born and bred&lt;/strong&gt; here, in Singapore *wide grin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so nice to hear my parents laughing, genuinely, though they're just laughing at that ghost comedy movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pet Society sucks when it keeps hanging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby's so silly! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a sunny day, i only said i wanted to try the new Cadbury flavour, Blackforest.&lt;br /&gt;Then i die die wanted him to get it for me. And me trying the new Blackforest McFlurry, which i didn't even finish it. Just left it there to melt after having 2 mouths of it.&lt;br /&gt;From that moment on, he thought my favourite flavour is Blackforest. Which is not! I hate Blackforest! Especially in cakes. Let's just say it's my least favourite.&lt;br /&gt;And he actually bought a slice of Blackforest cake for me today, still thinking that's my favourite.&lt;br /&gt;But still, i finished the whole slice. Muackz!&lt;br /&gt;There's still so many 'homework' he needed to do. Haha! Ang ah Ang.&lt;br /&gt;Eh my dear friend BELL... Enlighten him please!&lt;br /&gt;Haha! If not, he'll keep feeding me with Blackforest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so HOT nowadays! Step out of the house for 5 minutes and you would want to go back in to the house take another refreshing bath.&lt;br /&gt;And the friggin' aircon is faulty! Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to find a school fast in order to stop mama from nagging everyday, nonstop, continuously on the same topic, over and over again -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to payday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-5611306730467530192?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5611306730467530192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=5611306730467530192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/5611306730467530192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/5611306730467530192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-had-my-eyes-set-on-2-clothes-from.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-4422564129478180521</id><published>2009-04-23T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T01:30:48.542+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Let money fall like the rain.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today! Woke up just when the clock strikes 1pm.&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Was on the com till 5pm then went to Lot1 to meet up with Edwin.&lt;br /&gt;My first time visiting Lot1. It's not a very huge mall la.&lt;br /&gt;But got to see mama work for the first time too! Haha! For so many months since she started work there.&lt;br /&gt;Had Sakae for dinner. Felt bad that Ed had to pay for the treat. But he said he settled my belated birthday treat! Made me feel alot better =) Thanks ah!&lt;br /&gt;Although the meet up's a short one, we still had fun talking rubbish ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left for home. Bro called to ask me to come home to cook the rice. One thing both the Lok siblings had no talent in... is definitely cooking. I had never once got the proportion of water for the rice right. Not even today -.-"&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever ask me to step into the kitchen if you don't want your stomach to suffer.&lt;br /&gt;And that is why i need to get a husband who 'jing de liao chu fang, chu de liao ting tang'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah bee came at 9plus to pick me and bro up to the movies.&lt;br /&gt;Watched ShinjukuIncident starring Jackie Chan, Daniel Wu, Fang Bing Bing etc.&lt;br /&gt;Not my cup of tea though. More for the guys ba.&lt;br /&gt;Betrayal. Loyalty. Brotherhood. Romance. Survival.&lt;br /&gt;The violance terrified me more. Still gives me the chill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home after the movie. It was drizzling!&lt;br /&gt;Love it when it rains at night. Cold breeze with icy cold droplets of rain =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;To what extent do you agree that Bad girls only look for Good guys OR Bad guys only look for Good Girls?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;One always desires to get something he/she couldn't own. But one should learn how to be content.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-4422564129478180521?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4422564129478180521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=4422564129478180521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/4422564129478180521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/4422564129478180521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-woke-up-just-when-clock-strikes.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-6381465779883821661</id><published>2009-04-20T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T20:36:40.234+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- I need cash...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Papa and I are still figuring out what stupid movie it is showing on Channel 5 now.&lt;br /&gt;Okay it just ended. Wtf~&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Rubbish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My resume's halfway done. And now... I'm stuck.&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Don't know what to put in to make up a good and convincing resume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think all these friggin' qigong demonstrations are crazy!&lt;br /&gt;Omg! Freaks!&lt;br /&gt;Why do all this meaningless stunts to harm your body?!&lt;br /&gt;God~ I can feel the pain eventhough they don't.&lt;br /&gt;Yuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my resume. Sigh!&lt;br /&gt;Just one sentence... Send me some guidance...&lt;br /&gt;Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the first day of Polytechnic's semester.&lt;br /&gt;My brother left the house early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;I suppose all my friends are doing the same thing too.&lt;br /&gt;Me?? Slept through morning and lazed in front of the com and TV since noon.&lt;br /&gt;Haiz... thinking back. How much i would like this feeling when i'm in school. I dread going to school. But now... do you know much i wanted to go to school together with my brother and friends?? Very much indeed.&lt;br /&gt;*Starting to get emo again... Waaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my friends. I miss going to school ( not counting ITE )&lt;br /&gt;People only know how to cherish when they start losing something.&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could turn back time. I would study hard and get out of ITE with glory and get in to a course i would want, instead of racking my puny brains of how to get my resume done, send it out and wait for companies to get back to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me get out of this mess.&lt;br /&gt;Just give me a break...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-6381465779883821661?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6381465779883821661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=6381465779883821661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/6381465779883821661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/6381465779883821661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/04/papa-and-i-are-still-figuring-out-what.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-3658379553344580574</id><published>2009-04-20T04:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T04:29:04.957+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Let me get what i want.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yet another bruise to my collection.&lt;br /&gt;This time... unseen.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't find the bruise. But i could feel the pain when pressure is exerted to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to see how Dempsey looks like!&lt;br /&gt;I want to go too!&lt;br /&gt;Another time ba ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been sneezing and having this freaking flu, since this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;I learnt a new word from ah bee, 'Friggin'.&lt;br /&gt;Lol! And i friggin feel like dying. My nose felt as though they'll drop off anytime.&lt;br /&gt;Every scoop i tried to portion, i tried to fight back my mucus, from dripping into the food. Okay~ I know this part sounds disgusting. Not for the weak hearted to see this part. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Dave still dare to talk cock with me. "Eh... You becareful ah. Don't let your mucus get into the food. Although i accidentally did that once before la." Eeew~&lt;br /&gt;Hello~ Will got karma one okay... Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was fine during work. Counting out the times i sneezed, took out that wet piece of paper napkin to rub my nose again and again and tilt my head up to prevent the mucus from flowing downwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before everything happens, I was feeling fit as a fiddle the moment i stepped out of house.&lt;br /&gt;Only when i stepped into the boundary of Pasir Ris...&lt;br /&gt;Then the invasion of flu slowly took over. Lol. Lame.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went to ah bee's place to have lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Watched the last half an hour of that lame drama. Haha! Eh although it's damn lame, i still want to catch it. It's rubbish but funny.&lt;br /&gt;Blabbered and laughed along with ah bee and Aazon. Then my flu worsen. Rested awhile then had dinner, washed up then rushed off to work.&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to go cycling, but changed our mind b'cause the weather is friggin' hot!&lt;br /&gt;Had mee sua for lunch and curry chicken for dinner. Yum yum~&lt;br /&gt;I'm blessed with my surrounding group of friends and family, who knows how to cook, not only just cook, but whipping up 'finger-licking' and 'mouth-watering good dishes.&lt;br /&gt;So tell me, why would i have to learn cooking?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh~ cannot take it anymore. Damn sick.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to bed. Ciaoz~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-3658379553344580574?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3658379553344580574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=3658379553344580574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/3658379553344580574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/3658379553344580574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/04/yet-another-bruise-to-my-collection.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-3552700737584121533</id><published>2009-04-18T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T00:13:19.481+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Ah bee. Ah bee.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had another BALUKU added to my collection... AGAIN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worked in VanillaPod yesterday then ah bee came to pick me up.&lt;br /&gt;Met Josh at Yishun's HongKong Cafe. Discussed bout my future decisions.&lt;br /&gt;Then chatted for awhile till 2 plus. Had a BIG bowl of snowice.&lt;br /&gt;Then home sweet home ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before meeting up with Josh... this is what ah bee came with...&lt;br /&gt;Taa-daa~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXbpDKNmvXk/Sen7ZToeviI/AAAAAAAAAPk/ACzXD9NNDt4/s1600-h/LoveLove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326064446527684130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXbpDKNmvXk/Sen7ZToeviI/AAAAAAAAAPk/ACzXD9NNDt4/s320/LoveLove.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gerbera! My favourite~ Meaning of this flower? Beauty &amp;amp; Innocence. Ah bell told me once that people who liked gerbera, cherishes friendship =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ILOVE my ah bee la! All these small surprises makes a very big difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to be angry with him?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-3552700737584121533?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3552700737584121533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=3552700737584121533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/3552700737584121533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/3552700737584121533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-had-another-baluku-added-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXbpDKNmvXk/Sen7ZToeviI/AAAAAAAAAPk/ACzXD9NNDt4/s72-c/LoveLove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-8121711068861156302</id><published>2009-04-16T04:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T04:53:37.966+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Unconditional Acceptance.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's soooo late already and i'm still awake.&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh~ Eh... I'm doing serious stuff here okay...&lt;br /&gt;Browsing through the net looking for suitable private schools and institutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting bored from all the searchings.&lt;br /&gt;All of these are straining my eyes real badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out at 9pm just now to VanillaPod with ah bee.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah~ He's back safely and i think i mistook his arrival time.&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Whatever la. We're birds from the same feather flocking together.&lt;br /&gt;Always forgetting something or missing out important points.&lt;br /&gt;At least he's back safe and sound in one piece!&lt;br /&gt;Bell's first day at work, kena caught being the dish washer of the day, by me!&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Eh! Consider getting a DDW with me la. AHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Fyi: DDW = Diploma in Dishwashing.&lt;br /&gt;I know! Wtf right?! HAHA! Only boliao people like Ah Peng can think of such things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah bee brought his catch and a bunch of bananas to my place before heading out.&lt;br /&gt;Lol! He really did his homework la. My faveourite fruit? Bananas, and he got that into his head.&lt;br /&gt;There's still loads for you to know bout me ah, baby. Ahaha! Nevermind. Plenty of time. Take your time la. You've got a lifetime to take notes of everything about this clumsy &amp;amp; suspected-ly brainless girl, named Cherlyn ^^&lt;br /&gt;Then the restaurant, too, benefited with 2 of baby's BIG catch!&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo! There's a yummy feast tomorrow for staff meal =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposedly not working tomorrow but took over bell's shift.&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh~ I also want to attend Poly's orientation.&lt;br /&gt;I think i won't be able to attend one in my whole life anymore.&lt;br /&gt;*tsk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah bee asked me a very simple question today.&lt;br /&gt;"Have you finally realised what mistake you made that couldn't get you into where you wanted to be in?"&lt;br /&gt;My answer: "Definitely... I totally regret it"&lt;br /&gt;And i'm so angry with myself.&lt;br /&gt;Next step, I have to work hard and study hard.&lt;br /&gt;No plain promises but 'words of ACTION'.&lt;br /&gt;To think that i only woke up after getting hit 2 times.&lt;br /&gt;Now the impact's harder than i ever imagined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please show me some guidance and help me decide in which school i should get in.&lt;br /&gt;To help in my education and career prospect.&lt;br /&gt;Bobee Bobee...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-8121711068861156302?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8121711068861156302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=8121711068861156302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/8121711068861156302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/8121711068861156302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-soooo-late-already-and-im-still.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-734506327829398641</id><published>2009-04-15T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T14:20:14.290+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Beautifully Imperfect.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>He's still not back yet!&lt;br /&gt;I miss him so much!&lt;br /&gt;Omg~&lt;br /&gt;To think that it's only 2 days plus we didn't contact each other.&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Imagine me going away for 3years, I think we'll both go crazy.&lt;br /&gt;But he's out at sea, making me worry can. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;He said he'll be back in the morning. But till now, there's nothing =(&lt;br /&gt;He better call back tonight. If not, i'm calling for the search party. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started work in VanillaPod yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Did all the necessary cleaning up.&lt;br /&gt;Had alot of ideas for decorating running in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Haha~ Like my own restaurant like that.&lt;br /&gt;But it was fun =D&lt;br /&gt;A really beautiful place. The restaurant cum bar's located in OrchidGarden, Mandai Lake Rd. Abit secluded. Accessibility isn't fantastic. But you still can get there quite easily.&lt;br /&gt;Take Bus927 from ChoaChuKang or Bus138 from AngMoKio. Yup~ It's near the Zoo =)&lt;br /&gt;Come give your support k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-734506327829398641?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/734506327829398641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=734506327829398641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/734506327829398641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/734506327829398641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/04/hes-still-not-back-yet-i-miss-him-so.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-3287759649027508848</id><published>2009-04-14T02:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T02:15:49.211+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='will you?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Sing me to sleep'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I cried, yet again...&lt;br /&gt;Still couldn't face the fact that i'm school-less, jobless &amp;amp; penniless.&lt;br /&gt;More of the fact that i'm school-less.&lt;br /&gt;Every teardrop represents how much i wanted to get into a bloody fucking hell poly and how much i regretted not studying hard enough.&lt;br /&gt;It's been more than a week already. And i'm still so bloody hell affected. Ahhh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easy for you guys to say because it's either you have somewhere to go, a poly that accepts you or you have plans ahead of you already.&lt;br /&gt;But me? I'm not even prepared to fail getting in to one. I never prepared myself to end up looking for a private school. If i had known i would still come back to square one, i would have gotten myself into a bloody private school and not tryin my luck in an ITE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least if i couldn't get in to a poly, I would gladly want to put everything here aside and fly all the way abroad to get what i want.&lt;br /&gt;But that dream just seems too difficult to achieve and fulfil.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if i should say it's impossible, but mama let me think that it's possible. But i don't think i want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't see what's ahead of me. Everyday seems to be another fruitless day. Tomorrow doesn't look meaningful to me. I need an answer, i need a guidance.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick. But not having an answer to all my questions just made it worse.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where to start picking up my pieces.&lt;br /&gt;It's just worse than falling out of love.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be a 'lalang' forever. I really want to be somebody. I didn't aim to marry a rich man and be a taitai. I wanted to have a career i like and earn loads of money. But all that... I couldn't see it in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;The clock is always ticking. Everyday seems to pass by so quickly. There's no time to stay emo, but still, i don't know which step to take.&lt;br /&gt;Words of advices fall upon deaf ears. I appreciate all that, but that's not what i wanted to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till now, i still yearn... for that one call, to tell me, "We've just read your appeal and glad to inform you that you've been accepted."&lt;br /&gt;I don't even have this scene appearing in my dreams. *tsk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a headache, a blocked nose and 'sore' eyes (from all that crying).&lt;br /&gt;I miss my Mr Ang and i just hope everytime i'm depressed and crying, he'll be there to hug me and wipe my tears away. I want nothing said, no need for consolation, no need for encouragement, just silence. The power of silence says it all, with a hug. Love, encouragement, consolation, care, sincerity and concern. It's much more better and stronger than words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah bee! Sigh... I wish you good luck on your catch so that i can have fish for dinner. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad he doesn't visit my blog. Need someone to convey the above messages to him. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good thing to be understood when you're at your worst and downs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes hurt...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-3287759649027508848?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3287759649027508848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=3287759649027508848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/3287759649027508848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/3287759649027508848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-cried-yet-again.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-1063030679412322292</id><published>2009-04-13T02:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T02:43:20.370+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just let me off.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Please i beg you'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just came back from KL's place.&lt;br /&gt;Had steamboat with the peeps.&lt;br /&gt;Loads of nonsense and laughter.&lt;br /&gt;A total of 9 people, a steamboat and 3 bottles of Moet &amp;amp; Chendon, YEAH RIGHT! Haha~ It's just sparkling juice la!&lt;br /&gt;With all the full grown adults, Koonloong, Shuzhen, Carol, Xiaofen, Grace, TKC, Nic, Bee &amp;amp; me, all squeezing together. Damn hot can...&lt;br /&gt;Luckily managed to catch the last train, if not, another burnt hole in my pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's get back to what happened today.&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to go to Sentosa this morning/noon.&lt;br /&gt;But SWAY~ Freaking hell rain! I don't know why. It's the 5th time i planned to go to Sentosa. But always failed to do according as planned, because, it will sure rain, somehow. Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;Damn bad mood.&lt;br /&gt;Gave ah bee a surprise by appearing outside his place before he steps out. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;From one end of Singapore to the other is never easy. And to think that i'm using adult fare, it's harder than expected. The fares always suck me dry real fast.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, distributed 'Easter eggs', which are Kinder Joy, which took me a loooonnnngggg time to get my hands on them (i'll elaborate on that later). Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Then the rain started to get heavier. So in the end... we stayed home watching TV until bee's parents were back from Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;Head out to Tampines 1 after lunch. It was really like a mini VivoCity! Nice~ New shops. New brands. New mall!&lt;br /&gt;But things which are new, always attracts the Kiasuness of Singaporean spirits. The mall was soooo packed, i would usually get kind of pissed off with people pushing and the limited space to move freely.&lt;br /&gt;But not today~ TV and window shopping at the new mall makes me smile =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a looonnggg bus ride from Tampines to AngMoKio. Omg... Was so tired. I wanted to sleep but ah bee became very irritating and started to disturb me. So we ended up playing and doing those crap nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;You're always putting that inevitable smile on my face la, ang ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's rewind back to yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to be Harta's belated birthday celebration. But it was badly organised, i have to say. Only ended up me and pong met him at town to have dinner.&lt;br /&gt;But i still had fun. Non stop laughter. Never ending nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;I felt so bad for Harta la. But i hope he's happy too =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz... Polytechnics' semesters are reopening soon.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's gonna be so busy with their new school term, orientation and all.&lt;br /&gt;Except me. I don't know what i should do next. Seriously, i'm feeling... aww i don't know how i should feel. It's just so difficult to put all these mixed up feelings into words.&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking but without an outcome of all my brainstormings. Or should i say, i didn't even think bout anything to start with.&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted to study. But it just doesn't seem easy to achieve it.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to study abroad. But the sum is not what i have expected. It's freaking too much! They count by USD. Imagine the amount man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... I just hope i don't find the road, but the road finds me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm really falling for you, deeper &amp;amp; deeper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-1063030679412322292?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1063030679412322292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=1063030679412322292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/1063030679412322292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/1063030679412322292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-came-back-from-kls-place.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-725610229739290000</id><published>2009-04-10T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T20:58:02.610+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- I give 100%. You must give 101%. Bleahz~'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>They... didn't call... Ha...&lt;br /&gt;Didn't really fall hard. Expected it all along.&lt;br /&gt;Sigh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... Went out with ah bee three days in a row.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Tampines for Teppanyaki on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;Then Kbox with his camp mates yesterday at Marina Square, had dinner then went to baby's place to catch his 'ping ping pang pang' show.&lt;br /&gt;*tsk... The show is abit rubbish. Their acting also not good de. Bah...&lt;br /&gt;Comes today! Wasn't suppose to be meeting until Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;But ah bee saw me so poorthing. Left all alone at home. So he asked me to head out with him and nic for lunch at Changi Village, Yum~ the food are nice! *Slurp! Then fishing! at Yishun.&lt;br /&gt;Lol. I think luck's not on out side today. Especially ah nic. HAHA! Rain was pretty heavy today... Nevermind... But ah nic damn unlucky! 2 newly bought baits. $10++ each. One got stuck in the tree while he's not looking at where he's casting. Then the other, the line somehow broke.&lt;br /&gt;So we ended up going back home. Poor nic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby ang... is DAMN CUTE!&lt;br /&gt;We share the common points, called forgetfulness &amp;amp; clumsiness.&lt;br /&gt;Hugz! People opposite attractions, Lol! Instead we share something common.&lt;br /&gt;Ours are categorised under the major &amp;amp; extreme kind of forgetfulness, which means, for example, have something put somewhere for 5 mins and we go doing other things, we'll forget where exactly did we left it previously and end up looking high and low for it.&lt;br /&gt;Then comes clumsiness, i think noone can outtake me! Hoho~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muackz! I'm lovin' Aaron Ang Jin Sheng!&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to Sentosa Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;I hope my plan goes to plan~ Ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-725610229739290000?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/725610229739290000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=725610229739290000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/725610229739290000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/725610229739290000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/04/they.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-6591197590901594841</id><published>2009-04-09T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T12:25:52.287+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- I think i&apos;ll go for States.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everything turned out the way i wanted them to be. NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not carry much hope in receiving the reply from RP. Although i really wanted them to call, well, anything that doesn't belong to me, would never be mine.&lt;br /&gt;Same like relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should i have met you a few years earlier or a few years later?&lt;br /&gt;It seems like we're together in the wrong timing now.&lt;br /&gt;I really considered going, my heart tells me to go, but i couldn't bear to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i had studied well, and not lazed around, thinking i had exam luck (although i know i always had it, but just a few teeny weeny percentage), i wouldn't have land myself in this kind of shitty situations.&lt;br /&gt;But think again, studying abroad isn't a bad idea after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, have to rush off now.&lt;br /&gt;If not, i'm going to get it if i'm late AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;Need to brush up on my punctuality and time management.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray hard they call, okay?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-6591197590901594841?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6591197590901594841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=6591197590901594841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/6591197590901594841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/6591197590901594841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/04/everything-turned-out-way-i-wanted-them.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-3623016327601865587</id><published>2009-04-07T03:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T03:20:49.697+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- With or without you.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I felt so helpless this time, i cried yet again.&lt;br /&gt;And thanks to Edwin, I had the letter properly sorted out.&lt;br /&gt;Lol. I'm so sorry i made you stayed up till this late.&lt;br /&gt;But it's really important to me. For that, I thank you =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just came back from Malaysia. Still caught in the trauma of not getting accepted.&lt;br /&gt;All the advices and opinions gotten from my relatives, just made me regret more on all my past choices and wrong doings.&lt;br /&gt;I just felt... useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quarrelling with you didn't make me feel any better.&lt;br /&gt;It just made me feel worse, because you're retaliating and not thinking why i behaved that way.&lt;br /&gt;I knew you cared but i just don't feel it because you don't show it nor express it in the right way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get on with a post with all that has happened during the 3 and a half days back in Malaysia when i'm feeling alittle bit better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just stop demoralising me already. I don't need encouragements, just mere silence and some peace and quiet would be appreciated. A skip off this particular topic would at least put a plastered smile on my face and make me stop the tears welling up to the brim of my eyes which threaten to overflow again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Edwin's help, i got the appeal letter done up properly.&lt;br /&gt;Ready to be sent in tomorrow. Not!&lt;br /&gt;I've yet gather everything i need for the appeal.&lt;br /&gt;My testimonials. It's like in the past. Everything's just so last minute.&lt;br /&gt;Once again, i can blame nobody but myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all your well wishes and comforts. I do wish i could have lunch with u guys in the same campus. I wish my prayers will be answered. Really i just wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, i disappointed everyone.&lt;br /&gt;I never realised how much it hurts my family, seeing me like this, until now.&lt;br /&gt;I deceived myself by thinking i could do it.&lt;br /&gt;I let my brother down and i had a feeling he left that bank loan opportunity for me, instead of taking it himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts me to hear mama asking herself how many more years she has to work harder to fork out the money for our education.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts me to realise i'm earning too, yet i always have to ask for more from them. And i know what's the reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't stop crying.&lt;br /&gt;I'm worrying so much, i think i sleeptalk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-3623016327601865587?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3623016327601865587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=3623016327601865587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/3623016327601865587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/3623016327601865587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-felt-so-helpless-this-time-i-cried.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-8845190163837565998</id><published>2009-04-03T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T18:12:10.142+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- I had really put in effort'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='believe it or not.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fuck. I didn't get in to any fucking polytechnic.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like just slapping myself hard.&lt;br /&gt;But everything's already too late.&lt;br /&gt;I failed as a daughter &amp;amp; as a student.&lt;br /&gt;I disappointed my parents, my brother &amp;amp; ang.&lt;br /&gt;I thought if i did well for this last term, i'll get to where i want to be, which is obviously just the most naive thing i could ever thought about.&lt;br /&gt;By the time i wanted to do well, it's obviously too late.&lt;br /&gt;Who am i to blame... but only myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I broke the news to bell, ang and mama.&lt;br /&gt;Broke down when i called ang. I'm happy that bell made it. Mama was totally disappointed, i can feel it. She didn't know how to tell papa. I know my brother tried very hard to cheer me up. Tried to pretend that nothing unhappy happened.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe i'm going to go overseas with a fucking heavy heart.&lt;br /&gt;This wasn't what i wanted. I really wanted to get into a decent poly.&lt;br /&gt;Not looking desperately for a private diploma.&lt;br /&gt;(Okay... She broke the news to him. I think he expected it, but i can feel he's disappointed too.)&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm the most useless person in this family.&lt;br /&gt;Only know how to earn n spend more than i earned.&lt;br /&gt;So what if i'm silly, dumb and beyond hope-ly kind. It's not going to help me get into a fucking school.&lt;br /&gt;Only know how to cry when things come tumbling down.&lt;br /&gt;Only know how to talk without showing improvements.&lt;br /&gt;Going to get everything ready and head down to RP again to appeal for a place.&lt;br /&gt;I really hope to get in. I don't care whoever told me RP sucks.&lt;br /&gt;I think RP's a good school. And i'm really not there to just get in just because i couldn't get in to any other schools.&lt;br /&gt;It's really because i wanted to learn. So much and so badly.&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I think this is what i'm going to say if i'm shortlisted as an interviewee.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to cry &amp;amp; beg if they shake their head. Not.&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh! Please get me somewhere. Let me get a glimpse of my future road, give me an opportunity to show what i've got before shooting me to death can??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're here to laugh at my plight, go ahead.&lt;br /&gt;You know what? I don't care. Because yes, i admit i'm not as smart as any of you who's laughing.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you bitches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-8845190163837565998?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8845190163837565998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=8845190163837565998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/8845190163837565998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/8845190163837565998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/04/fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-4056559135234294021</id><published>2009-04-03T03:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T03:22:01.272+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- I&apos;ll always be around to look out for you ^^'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to Harta's place to get FOOD brought back from Indo this noon.&lt;br /&gt;Met Ade there, so headed to Bugis together since we're going to the same destination.&lt;br /&gt;We went seperate ways, she meeting her friends, and i went to meet Lianyin.&lt;br /&gt;Bought 2 leggings from Bugis Street. Lianyin bought a high waist skirt.&lt;br /&gt;Teresa came along aftermath. Bad news was... the place we wanted to go for an interview for... the vacancy was taken up already =(&lt;br /&gt;So it was a wasted trip. I felt so bad la... Sorry lei, Lianyin &amp;amp; Teresa...&lt;br /&gt;Around 7plus, i went ahead to look for Bell while she's working.&lt;br /&gt;Justin's there. Whenever he's there, i just felt as though the atmosphere was so heavy, it's as if there's difficulty breathing. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;B'cause he looked fierce! And the feeling he gave people was like... 'Beware. Don't come near me!'&lt;br /&gt;Haha! But he did smile when he left. Bell said this was the first time she saw him smile. Or did she say he hardly smile?? Lol. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;But he's really a hot hunk can... Aww~&lt;br /&gt;Maybe i got the mei li =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited for her while i did my thing, till 9pm.&lt;br /&gt;Then we headed off to Changi Airport where the guys were waiting.&lt;br /&gt;This is like the 3rd time i'm at the airport within a week!&lt;br /&gt;I've been to Budget, T1 - T3.&lt;br /&gt;Omg~ It's as if i'm flying off, but the fact that i'm not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh said wanted to chill~ that's why went to CA.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever la! Haha! In the end went to ChangiVillage to have nasi lemak.&lt;br /&gt;Yum~ The chicken wings are nice! Midjoints are forever my favourite. No matter it's deep fried, baked, grilled, bbqed, steamed, or how ever you prepare with =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-4056559135234294021?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4056559135234294021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=4056559135234294021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/4056559135234294021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/4056559135234294021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/04/went-to-hartas-place-to-get-food.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-9021402283026867720</id><published>2009-04-01T03:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T03:02:07.971+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Praying really hard.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In the end, we didn't meet up yesternight. I mean bell &amp;amp; me.&lt;br /&gt;Instead... ah bee came over to woodlands and we watched Confessions of a Shopaholic!&lt;br /&gt;Ah bee came to pass his catch to my family. Lol He's really cute, i mean really.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the movie... It's really god damn nice!&lt;br /&gt;Shopping really makes one happy. It's just the matter bout having money or not.&lt;br /&gt;The movie was "Wow..." LOL I so wish i could be like her ^^&lt;br /&gt;Ah bee loves it too! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love you, ang~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You're so tired yet you still insisted on coming all the way from the other end of Singapore to accompany me watch this movie =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Loves~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never do things at the very last minute, people!&lt;br /&gt;I gave up playing PetSociety halfway this afternoon and decided to get going with the book i was supposed to do for Sam.&lt;br /&gt;She left for Japan today. We're so gonna miss her.&lt;br /&gt;Well, i don't think the book was very well done.&lt;br /&gt;But my efforts were really all in there!&lt;br /&gt;I raced to the mall to get all the necessary items and had the photos printed out, then raced home again to do up everything.&lt;br /&gt;By the time i'm done, my hands were shaking.&lt;br /&gt;Lol! Extreme right?! But true.&lt;br /&gt;I just hope she liked it.&lt;br /&gt;Bitch! We have loads of bitching to do after 5years!&lt;br /&gt;So come back in one piece!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's April's Fool!&lt;br /&gt;Yes... I've been fooled... Twice...&lt;br /&gt;When i actually planned to trick ang with bell, i was fooled myself. Wtf! How dumb can i be... Haha&lt;br /&gt;But my dear was clever this time~&lt;br /&gt;He knew right away... Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Oh god! Bell's conversation was hilarious. Wahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Unsuccessful attempt.. Sheesh! No fun =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next BIG thing:&lt;br /&gt;- Results are out first thing tomorrow morning!&lt;br /&gt;- Look for a new job!&lt;br /&gt;- Harta's birthday's round the corner.&lt;br /&gt;- Genting Highlands this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;- Departure's the next movie we're going to watch.&lt;br /&gt;- Good Friday and Easter Day's coming to town!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please oh please let me pass... Just get me into any decent poly...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-9021402283026867720?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/9021402283026867720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=9021402283026867720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/9021402283026867720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/9021402283026867720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-end-we-didnt-meet-up-yesternight.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-5348117116160615990</id><published>2009-03-30T17:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T17:28:28.708+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Pampered.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My ah bee's back!&lt;br /&gt;Due to our busy schedule, we could hardly meet up!&lt;br /&gt;Oh god~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't be in town during the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss PetSociety!&lt;br /&gt;Gonna be more hardworking and earn more coins to buy the new arrived stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;Wahahaha~&lt;br /&gt;My life's = No life.&lt;br /&gt;I'm either stuck at home playing long hours of PetSociety, watching programmes and programmes of dramas &amp;amp; movies.&lt;br /&gt;Had been really lazy and restless, don't feel like stepping out of the house, the simple reason is... My wallet's squeezed dry. Really dry.&lt;br /&gt;Unless it's going to work, i would prefer staying home. I see money when i work $.$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent Joan off with bell at Budget Terminal yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;She flown back to Philippines to visit her family. That's how you make use of crisis towards your own benefit, make it your own opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;Haha! I haven't forgotten bout PR okay..&lt;br /&gt;Because of recession and the loss of job, you get to find time to go back to your family =)&lt;br /&gt;Okay... I'm bullshitting.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not very upset that she left. I know she'll be back soon ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't realise how far it is from one end of Singapore to the other until yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out later.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lazy! And we're meeting for a movie in AngMoKio..&lt;br /&gt;From Woodlands to AngMoKio. Then later back again -.-&lt;br /&gt;Imagine the distance...&lt;br /&gt;I feel like crying. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo! I'm starting my cooking passion.&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Let's start with an egg *wink&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-5348117116160615990?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5348117116160615990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=5348117116160615990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/5348117116160615990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/5348117116160615990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-ah-bees-back-due-to-our-busy.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-158595611630246840</id><published>2009-03-28T05:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T05:31:09.085+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- The world is filled with opposites.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been rubbing my eyes for the past 10mins.&lt;br /&gt;I'm refusing to sleep when i have to wake up at 9am later for work at 11am.&lt;br /&gt;'Just' got home from work, actually an hour ago.&lt;br /&gt;Before reaching home, i told myself i need to go to bed once i wash up.&lt;br /&gt;Instead, i switched on the modem and turned on the laptop.&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know if i can wake up on time later. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby's out of town till Sunday night. Waaa~&lt;br /&gt;But lucky i'm occupied with work these couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;If not, it's just the usual routine at home, with the wallet empty, TV, com &amp;amp; bully ah bee.&lt;br /&gt;Later on, will be the 'last' day at CHIJMES.&lt;br /&gt;No functions until June. For now, there's no events booked on the month of April and May.&lt;br /&gt;The more i need to find another job! I'm so going down to this so called premium pub &amp;amp; wine lounge to give it a try. Fortunately i have Lianyin to accompany me =) Wahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gained so much weight since i've graduated.&lt;br /&gt;Everytime i'm out of school, i'm sure to binge on food.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not so much of the binging, but the feeding part is enough already!&lt;br /&gt;God~ I'm not standing on the 'no-matter-how-much-i-eat,-i'm-bound-to-stay-slim-still' category!&lt;br /&gt;Stop tempting me with tasty food. Be it at work, at bee's place or at home.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just gonna keep exercising my mouth and not my spare tyre, starting to form around my waist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologise if i'm jumping topics, brain's starting to fail me for now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just going to throw in everything which comes into my mind first.&lt;br /&gt;First come first serve basis. *wink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, work today was alright.&lt;br /&gt;Similar as yesternight. Buffet.&lt;br /&gt;Just that yesternight's memorial service buffet. Tonight's Indian Wedding buffet.&lt;br /&gt;As usual, we'll always have our own self-declared mini buffet behind the scenes. Okay~ not sooo mini afterall, but still...&lt;br /&gt;Cocktail service today was... hmmm i'm not complaining, just couldn't find the right word.&lt;br /&gt;It did keep my smile own the whole time. Who wouldn't smile when a small little boy looking up, with a broad smile beaming at you?! And 90% of the guests were actually genuinely smiling to you with their teeth 'coming out to say hello'??&lt;br /&gt;Buffet's supposed to be relaxing for us right? Yet, i feel as though i just covered 2.4km just by walking to and fro from the table i was serving to the buffet line then back again.&lt;br /&gt;I'd been doing individual plating service from the maincourse to soup then lastly the dessert.&lt;br /&gt;I thought the 'Go-the-Extra-Mile' service was to end right after we serve the maincourse, then the rest would be up to them to get up from their seats and self-service.&lt;br /&gt;But couldn't bear to just leave it there when there's 2 elderlys &amp;amp; the bride and grrom sitting on my table, so i continued by serving the soup.&lt;br /&gt;I had 10guests and only 2 hands, so common sense would tell you, i served 2 by 2.&lt;br /&gt;That's why i'm making trips after trips.&lt;br /&gt;After the soup, bride's or groom's mum asked to serve dessert -.-"&lt;br /&gt;What more can you do or say, when the motto, 'Customers are always right' is plastered to your mind. No matter how vigorous you curse and swear, there's nothing much you can do bout it. Agree?? Well, i take it as you guys agree. Ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bride's brother, who's a handsome young chap, thanked and i'm happy that my hard work's appreciated =D Woohoo~&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the night of OT ended with everyone with half a bar of battery left in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's bout all.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what i should do next week =(&lt;br /&gt;But i'll be away on the weekends though.&lt;br /&gt;Don't miss me too much... HAHA~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-158595611630246840?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/158595611630246840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=158595611630246840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/158595611630246840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/158595611630246840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/03/ive-been-rubbing-my-eyes-for-past.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-6500552498256479525</id><published>2009-03-26T01:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T01:38:08.286+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Changed to make me stronger.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let's start this post from yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Okay... Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD~ I think it's karma that i sprained my freaking ankle!&lt;br /&gt;This is not the way i should redeeming karma points!&lt;br /&gt;Although i have a lonnngggg life, doesn't mean i should really land myself in these kinds of situations or accidents, which every incident ALMOST made me book a ward with my name nailed on it.&lt;br /&gt;Omg~ wince*&lt;br /&gt;So we're taught to look what's ahead of us when we're walking. Now that i twisted my ankle, you're gonna tell me i should constantly stare at the ground and look where i'm going??&lt;br /&gt;So is it my fault to not notice the freaking bloody hell cracked hole between the tiles or isit the government's fault that there's a big hole hidden there, causing dumbasses like me, to trip and twist their ankle??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell... How would i have notice the hole when the area's dark and the hole's not easily seen, hiding right at the bottom of the step...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... I'll stop whining and just face the fact that i've sprained my poor ankle due to my stupidity, clumsiness &amp;amp; swayness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'm feeling much better now that papa helped me to rub it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just count myself lucky that although i'm accident-prone, i'm fortunate enough that i'm still alive -.-&lt;br /&gt;I just don't get why i'm like a magnet to these accidents. It's not as if they're inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came today.&lt;br /&gt;I've turned to doing volunteery work even when recession hits me too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's our 3rd month together, baby!&lt;br /&gt;That's fast =)&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was yesterday, on the 25th. Haha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met bee at Chomp2 to have dinner. As usual, i was late again.&lt;br /&gt;Haiz.. I really don't know who can tolerate with my unorganised time management.&lt;br /&gt;Constantly late for dates, meet-ups &amp;amp; school. I'm really trying to make a difference in wanting to be punctual. I'm trying hard to learn how to. Just give me more time, and i'll show you results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner &amp;amp; i insist on wanting to help out in distributing flyers.&lt;br /&gt;It's really really fun, okay! I know it's a wierd thing to do for a date, but i just like it la ^^&lt;br /&gt;You can call me the strange kid if you want to. *shrug&lt;br /&gt;Despite walking around and along the huge houses with my slightly swollen ankle &amp;amp; wincing while i took each step, I still love it!&lt;br /&gt;Always envy the huge houses and wondering why is there Soooo many rich people in this small country, and why i'm not one of them... Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have no idea where to head to next, so bee suggested we go take a look at Vanilla Pod, the new restaurant which i'm waiting for it to open soon!&lt;br /&gt;Drove all the way in MandaiRd. Gosh~ It's damn far inside la.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know the Zoo is so far in!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the orchid garden wasn't lit up, so we just walked one round and headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ang ah ang. Things you do aren't boring =)&lt;br /&gt;It's just not usually done by people who are between the age of 20-21, and i find it pretty interesting.&lt;br /&gt;It's just new to me and i'm trying to adapt to it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a curious creature, so don't worry eh?&lt;br /&gt;Muackz! I'm really happy today ^^&lt;br /&gt;Although it's abit ridiculous for a girl to want to do such hard work, but i really do enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;(Eh people, hard work meaning distributing pamphlets. Don't let your mind wander.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to see how i'm going to work tomorrow till Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Limping the whole time wouldn't work. Ahh.&lt;br /&gt;Ciaoz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-6500552498256479525?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6500552498256479525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=6500552498256479525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/6500552498256479525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/6500552498256479525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/03/lets-start-this-post-from-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-8342631413357102716</id><published>2009-03-24T02:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T02:45:02.986+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- I can forsee the future.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had fun yesterday at harta's place.&lt;br /&gt;Sam's farewell bbq, organised by Adeline.&lt;br /&gt;We, are damn rubbish. I swear.&lt;br /&gt;I bought cabbage by mistake instead of lettuce, which they wanted to use it for sandwiches.&lt;br /&gt;So in order not to waste the cabbage, Sam &amp;amp; me decided to whip up a dish with cabbage, onion &amp;amp; prawns.&lt;br /&gt;Called bee to ask how to cook the prawns with cabbage.&lt;br /&gt;He said no garlic, means don't have to cook already.&lt;br /&gt;Lol but Sam said, don't care... Just throw in whatever we can find.&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! And it did taste... well, not bad. Seriously =) It's edible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then bbq time.&lt;br /&gt;Stood by the pit the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;Damn hot &amp;amp; i smelt as though i just rolled into a pile of soot. Eew~ Hate it.&lt;br /&gt;At first it was Marcus, Andrew &amp;amp; Square who was tending, until i came.&lt;br /&gt;Then left me, Marcus &amp;amp; Square.&lt;br /&gt;We hurriedly cooked everything till the lights were off, and we're still cooking!&lt;br /&gt;With Square holding to the light from his phone, Marcus cooked the chicken wings as though he's cooking CharKwayTeow, and me throwing in the remaining uncooked stuff, no matter there's space or not.&lt;br /&gt;Lol! We're a bunch of nonsensical creatures.&lt;br /&gt;Full of laughs and rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;Went back with a tray piled with food, mostly chicken wings.&lt;br /&gt;Then my brother, Ade came complaining while she helped to carry things back.&lt;br /&gt;She's damn funny when she's agitated can. Love her~&lt;br /&gt;The guys set up the mahjong table and started their game.&lt;br /&gt;Remaining guys had their eyes glued to the TV, watching Matrix, which lasted, i think, more than 3hrs. The movie's damn long! And i don't watch Matrix. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;So i ate a couple of wings and sweet potato. Both of these are a must have for me during a bbq =D&lt;br /&gt;After awhile, we cut the cake and started drinking.&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't stay and drink more with the gang as Amirul's fetching me home.&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Save money on cab mah.&lt;br /&gt;So drank a couple of neats, then off i went, home sweet home ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes today.&lt;br /&gt;Slept at 5am yesternight so i woke up at almost 3pm today.&lt;br /&gt;Played awhile of PetSociety then headed to bee's place for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to go out after that, but baby didn't feel well.&lt;br /&gt;So we stayed home and i did my own things.&lt;br /&gt;I could never go on a diet with his parents keep feeding me with good food =/&lt;br /&gt;But who's complaining when there's good food around?? Dietting can wait... Bleahz... Haha&lt;br /&gt;Played UNO with Aazon before heading home.&lt;br /&gt;Really appreciate the goodwill of his parents and yes! Of course i feel comfortable with your family, bibi ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's another new start of the week!&lt;br /&gt;And i miss my freaky BF~ BELLINA K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results coming out in a week's time i think...&lt;br /&gt;I actually don't feel anything.&lt;br /&gt;Isit good or bad omen???&lt;br /&gt;I hope it's because i'm confident that's why i don't feel anything =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-8342631413357102716?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8342631413357102716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=8342631413357102716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/8342631413357102716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/8342631413357102716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/03/had-fun-yesterday-at-hartas-place.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-6720052947274283033</id><published>2009-03-22T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T13:25:55.971+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- You are my prince and i am your princess.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Watched PaulBlart:MallCop the other night.&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't an excellent movie. Storyline's quite predictable.&lt;br /&gt;But had some good laughs though =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so bored. I'm still thinking if i should just wait till mid April or start going for it now...&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want TaylorSwift's songs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez... Nothing to update now actually...&lt;br /&gt;Ciaoz~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-6720052947274283033?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6720052947274283033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=6720052947274283033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/6720052947274283033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/6720052947274283033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/03/watched-paulblartmallcop-other-night.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-2417861075051716665</id><published>2009-03-20T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T00:26:59.190+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Is it time??'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went clubbing at StJames yesternight.&lt;br /&gt;It's been so long since i had fun!&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Okay actually i'm having fun almost everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Be it gossiping or dating or out with the peeps.&lt;br /&gt;I'm always happy =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah bee made me cry today...&lt;br /&gt;And i felt silly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to tour one round in JB's CitySquare today with mama.&lt;br /&gt;Lol was supposed to watch a movie. But no chinese movies. So we skipped that.&lt;br /&gt;And went to have StoneGrill for dinner. Yay~ Yummy~&lt;br /&gt;Walked around abit. Bought alot of breads.&lt;br /&gt;Then went home after 3-4hrs later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like it that i've changed my citizenship and i have to fill in the blanks, which is a waste of time!&lt;br /&gt;Damn irritated. And i totally hate filling in the blanks b'cause i tend to cancel and end up writing a new sheet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents likes ang baby!&lt;br /&gt;Good~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-2417861075051716665?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2417861075051716665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=2417861075051716665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/2417861075051716665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/2417861075051716665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/03/went-clubbing-at-stjames-yesternight.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-3267238612836284888</id><published>2009-03-17T18:38:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T18:39:47.080+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- I just want simple gratitude and appreciation.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hate people who received help and ever would say the basic magic word, which is THANK YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate people who received help and disappear for a few days, then come back again for more help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm the dumbass person who would constantly complain and yet, still continue helping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Happy 20th Birthday to Mr Tan =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-3267238612836284888?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3267238612836284888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=3267238612836284888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/3267238612836284888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/3267238612836284888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/03/hate-people-who-received-help-and-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-5408204251944041127</id><published>2009-03-16T22:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T14:48:40.111+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Let me get over all these shit.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Slept in till 2plus.&lt;br /&gt;Then got ready for my cousin's wedding dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Took my 2nd uncle's car together with his wife, son &amp;amp; gf.&lt;br /&gt;His son, who is my cousin as well, 2yrs younger than me, and i don't think we have actually met before!&lt;br /&gt;The feeling's just damn wierd.&lt;br /&gt;Then my eldest cousin, the groom of the day, i swear we didn't meet before. Okay maybe we did, but they said we met when we were real young -.-"&lt;br /&gt;Haha! But still, i'm always happy to see happy couples walking down the aisle for the first time as man &amp;amp; wife =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes today!&lt;br /&gt;A brand new week.&lt;br /&gt;I declare myself, as the dumbest girl ever in this very planet.&lt;br /&gt;I forgot today's 16th, the day i was supposed to watch DisneyOnIce!&lt;br /&gt;God! I almost took the train and headed to bee's place if i hadn't flipped through my organiser.&lt;br /&gt;Ran all the way home in the rain to take a change of clothes and the ticket. Freak man!&lt;br /&gt;Someone just hit me! What am i thinking?!&lt;br /&gt;Then rushed to take a cab to his place to tend the cooker he thought he forgot to switch off when he got out.&lt;br /&gt;We are of the same kind. No denial.&lt;br /&gt;Reached his place. Turned off the cooker. Made his bed. Cooked rice. Then finally one of my favourite pasttime, TV.&lt;br /&gt;Baby got home after an hour later. Cooked dinner then i have to rush off again to catch my show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. It may sound abit stupid.&lt;br /&gt;But yes! I watched DisneyOnIce-PrincessWishes, ALL BY MYSELF!&lt;br /&gt;Wahahahaha~&lt;br /&gt;Eh it's nice okay!&lt;br /&gt;Inspired me to want to learn the proper way to skate =)&lt;br /&gt;Like bell said, our children should learn it in the future!&lt;br /&gt;So when by any chance they're in the skating troupe, we can get free tickets!&lt;br /&gt;Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i think the next show next year's DisneyOnIce- SnowWhiteAndTheSevenDwarfs.&lt;br /&gt;Not my favourite princess though.&lt;br /&gt;Don't really like SnowWhite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. My newest entry =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-5408204251944041127?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5408204251944041127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=5408204251944041127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/5408204251944041127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/5408204251944041127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/03/sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-7265060627447970939</id><published>2009-03-15T15:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T15:32:41.150+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comes around.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- What goes around'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Worked really hard this couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;My feet are sore, my shoulders are stiff &amp;amp; my arms are aching.&lt;br /&gt;I earned money, but in the meantime, I LOST MY FUCKING PHONE!&lt;br /&gt;KNNCB! Now i don't even remember if it's been stolen or i dropped it somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck! Really believe the term, You gain something, you'll lose something.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck man! I earn money to buy other things, not to buy a new phone!&lt;br /&gt;Fuck Fuck Fuck!&lt;br /&gt;AHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to attend my uncle's son's wedding later on in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;My uncle = Papa's Eldest brother&lt;br /&gt;First time in my whole 19 &amp;amp; a half yrs, this is the first time i get to attend a wedding dinner!!&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Although i don't think there's anything special except that this time i get to be there as a guest instead of a staff working =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz i feel like shit now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;October babies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves to chat. Loves those who loves them.&lt;br /&gt;Loves to takes things at the center. Inner and physical beauty.&lt;br /&gt;Lies but doesn't pretend. Gets angry often.&lt;br /&gt;Treats friends importantly. Always making friends.&lt;br /&gt;Easily hurt but recovers easily. Daydreamer.&lt;br /&gt;Opinionated. Does not care of what others think.&lt;br /&gt;Emotional. Decisive. Strong clairvoyance.&lt;br /&gt;Loves to travel, the arts and literature. Touchy and easily jealous.&lt;br /&gt;Concerned. Loves outdoors. Just and fair. Spendthrift.&lt;br /&gt;Easily influenced. Easily loses confidence. Loves children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is SOooo ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i'm supposed to feel like shit...&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-7265060627447970939?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7265060627447970939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=7265060627447970939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/7265060627447970939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/7265060627447970939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/03/worked-really-hard-this-couple-of-days.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-4480731144425687363</id><published>2009-03-13T06:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T06:28:08.204+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Money is making me insane.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's 6am in the morning, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; bloody tired, my eyes hurt like they're going blind any moment, and i still refuse to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck. I keep having these black little things and shadows, zoom past at the corner of my eye.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's happening to me. Maybe too stress, or due to exhaustion.&lt;br /&gt;But i don't wish to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, went over to my auntie's place today to get my nails done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt; there's of course, no free lunch in this world.&lt;br /&gt;Sat in her house for 5 straight hours! Made me all tired out and my butt hurts.&lt;br /&gt;My nails became her students' training nails.&lt;br /&gt;That's the reason why i spent such a long time there.&lt;br /&gt;But it turned out pretty nice.&lt;br /&gt;Although you can see the difference in both hands, one (done by my auntie) has a smoother, sweeter look, while the other (done by the students) has a rougher look.&lt;br /&gt;But well, it's still nice =) and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; definitely satisfied!&lt;br /&gt;Eh... no need to pay lei... poor student here lei.&lt;br /&gt;No job. No allowance. Waiting for boyfriend to feed only. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Reached her place at 2plus. And left at 8plus.&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Maybe that's more than 5hrs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to bee's place for dinner after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt; reached his house at 9plus.&lt;br /&gt;His parents and dear little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Aazon&lt;/span&gt; are leaving to China.&lt;br /&gt;So... sent them to the airport. Hung around for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;abit&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;They went in to the departure hall. Then bee and me went to have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Popeyes&lt;/span&gt; for supper while watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;PopeyeTheSailorman&lt;/span&gt;. No wonder i put on excess weight. With all those killer suppers, who wouldn't grow fat -.-"&lt;br /&gt;Toured around T3 after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;. Anything can simply WOW me ^^&lt;br /&gt;I know i look kind of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;suaku&lt;/span&gt;. But who cares. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;When it's time to go home, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; totally drained.&lt;br /&gt;But nevertheless, i had fun today! I mean yesterday =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait wait wait! Happy Birthday to Ryan, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Huizhen&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Michelle!&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to entering the number 2 zone &amp;amp; to finally turning 18, the legal age, girl! You can finally save your effort in borrowing people's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;IC&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not quite done with my entry...&lt;br /&gt;Had our first small quarrel yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;! It's rather lame la. But i know he cares, that's why he's frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, a small quarrel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;occasionally always does wonders, like spicing up the whole relationship ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Muackz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Remember! I want my house with that fountain design! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-4480731144425687363?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4480731144425687363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=4480731144425687363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/4480731144425687363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/4480731144425687363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-6am-in-morning-im-bloody-tired-my.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-6754698642936854618</id><published>2009-03-11T04:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T04:29:34.076+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- I actually got what you meant just now.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I totally forgot to blog about today!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Omg~ I swear i left a huge part of my brain cells behind in mama's womb for my brother -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after the last paper, it was already 4.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;Went to J8's foodcourt with the peeps.&lt;br /&gt;Then hanged out awhile till 5.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;Went straight home and waited for bee to come over for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;First time i saw mama put on a wide smile! Amazing!&lt;br /&gt;Haha! I told mama that an extra chopsticks for dinner, and she really cooked ALOT!&lt;br /&gt;And i really mean ALOT!&lt;br /&gt;Then sat around at home till 9pm, headed to CausewayPoint to catch the movie, MarleyAndMe.&lt;br /&gt;Love my bro la. Asked him to help me buy the tickets bcos he had card promotions by using his card. And he really did make his way down and went home just like that!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so going to buy him the Domo keychain he lost ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the movie...&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome! More than 2 thumbs up!&lt;br /&gt;Really, you guys should go catch it.&lt;br /&gt;It brought us laughter and even tears.&lt;br /&gt;Okay i cried, he didn't. But it wasn't only me okay~&lt;br /&gt;I heard sniffs and blowing of noses, rows behind us.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so affected when the dog's actually dying, and how much it breaks the families heart. Awww~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next movies coming right up...&lt;br /&gt;He'sJustNotIntoMe. Departure. KungfuChef.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-6754698642936854618?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6754698642936854618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=6754698642936854618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/6754698642936854618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/6754698642936854618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-totally-forgot-to-blog-about-today.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-3555438345777238879</id><published>2009-03-11T04:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T04:00:58.865+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- A piece of mine.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm done with the hectic 2yrs in ITE.&lt;br /&gt;And YES!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so looking forward to Polytechnic life now.&lt;br /&gt;If i ever get into one, that is =)&lt;br /&gt;Well, let's just pray hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i didn't really study for both papers.&lt;br /&gt;More to last min flips and revision.&lt;br /&gt;But i hope i can at least pass with whatever shit answers i gave there. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, everything's finally over!&lt;br /&gt;Time to have more and more fun!&lt;br /&gt;But first, of course, money's the first big problem, before i can buy or spend on anything.&lt;br /&gt;So first things first is to find a temporary job before the restaurants open.&lt;br /&gt;I really need to start saving up and be abit more selfish rather than a big-time generous saint.&lt;br /&gt;Because i kind of realised i get nothing except making myself become more and more broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, good fortun will befall on silly people.&lt;br /&gt;I always believe that ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things happened.&lt;br /&gt;Be it to me or to people around me.&lt;br /&gt;But always remind yourself, you might be in all kinds of shitty situations, but you're not the most unfortunate person alive.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe among everyone you know, you may think you're the most unlucky person to have all this shit befall on you, but solutions are meant to be sought to deal with these problems.&lt;br /&gt;Just find that lending hand, and get through it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rainbows and sunshine always find their way through dark stormy clouds.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's life's bound to experience some rocky roads.&lt;br /&gt;That is how we are made to learn to be stronger.&lt;br /&gt;Because aftermath, you'll taste the real sweetness of life ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up just yet.&lt;br /&gt;Who knows. You may yet to know.&lt;br /&gt;But there's always someone around that corner, who's looking out for you and wanting to shower you with care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True friends shows anger but not sympathy.&lt;br /&gt;True friends stretches out the helping hand, not letting out the "I-feel-so-sorry-for-you" kind of expression.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-3555438345777238879?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3555438345777238879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=3555438345777238879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/3555438345777238879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/3555438345777238879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-done-with-hectic-2yrs-in-ite.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-9125519950360972835</id><published>2009-03-07T13:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T13:15:09.365+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXbpDKNmvXk/SbICe0DxkYI/AAAAAAAAAPc/wG997kQuH58/s1600-h/shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310309639017042306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 311px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXbpDKNmvXk/SbICe0DxkYI/AAAAAAAAAPc/wG997kQuH58/s400/shoes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXbpDKNmvXk/SbICFj0SEjI/AAAAAAAAAPU/DBdI2DETgoM/s1600-h/shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've bought this shoes from &lt;strong&gt;Hush Puppies&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bought it at &lt;strong&gt;$50&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now selling it at &lt;strong&gt;$45&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My feet size is between &lt;strong&gt;size 6-7&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brand new&lt;/strong&gt; and still comes with the original box.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drop me a msg or email me at &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;angelic_401@hotmail.com&lt;/span&gt;, if interested.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXbpDKNmvXk/SbIBlPSkrXI/AAAAAAAAAPM/orszCyI0gK8/s1600-h/shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-9125519950360972835?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/9125519950360972835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=9125519950360972835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/9125519950360972835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/9125519950360972835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/03/ive-bought-this-shoes-from-hush-puppies.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oXbpDKNmvXk/SbICe0DxkYI/AAAAAAAAAPc/wG997kQuH58/s72-c/shoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-6441091706153974636</id><published>2009-03-05T22:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T22:15:37.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think i'm GOD!&lt;br /&gt;Nerhahaa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-6441091706153974636?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6441091706153974636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=6441091706153974636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/6441091706153974636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/6441091706153974636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-think-im-god-nerhahaa.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-1709831232393605872</id><published>2009-03-05T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T21:50:58.824+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- I&apos;m happy because it&apos;s you.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Changing my method of studying now.&lt;br /&gt;There's no way i can get anything into my small brain by note taking.&lt;br /&gt;So now, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; going into advance technology.&lt;br /&gt;Which simply means, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; typing down all my notes and print it all out instead of copying and writing.&lt;br /&gt;At least &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;everything's&lt;/span&gt; neat and tidy, and i would have the mood to study =D&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. it sounds like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; full of excuses.&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been facing this screen for the past week without fail.&lt;br /&gt;So i was thinking i might as well change my revision &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tactic too =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;So wish me luck peeps!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Bee just came over for dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I think papa does like him la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Lol. And to think baby can actually boast that he's smart, just b'cos he can answer every single question and topic papa initiates -.-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Good for him la. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Mr Ang had to go off to somewhere, so accompanied him to his pick-up and he totally surprised me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I swear i didn't act blur even when i saw it! I really didn't know it was for me can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;God. I thought it was for grandma. I didn't even know it's flowers! Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Yes. My baby bought a sunflower to cheer my recent mood swings. And a packet of mysterious items, was told to open them up only on my exam days. I know what it is, and i'm not telling~ haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;He really made my day. Hugz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-1709831232393605872?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1709831232393605872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=1709831232393605872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/1709831232393605872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/1709831232393605872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/03/changing-my-method-of-studying-now.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-6016282601240842448</id><published>2009-03-05T06:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T06:35:07.804+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Return what belongs to me.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mr Roach came to visit recently.&lt;br /&gt;God! Count myself lucky that i wasn't asleep yet that very night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exam's a few days away.&lt;br /&gt;And i'm still not really in the mood to study.&lt;br /&gt;Ahh~&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I think i should admit i'm stressed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to work badly.&lt;br /&gt;Haiz... one thing i couldn't survive with... Money.&lt;br /&gt;That's for sure...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-6016282601240842448?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6016282601240842448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=6016282601240842448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/6016282601240842448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/6016282601240842448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/03/mr-roach-came-to-visit-recently.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-1259450326252952475</id><published>2009-03-02T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T20:56:49.145+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- I don&apos;t want to share the same name as any other.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh god! Haha! Want to learn TaiJi??&lt;br /&gt;Come to my house! WAHAHAHA~ You can learn it just by looking out from my room window.&lt;br /&gt;They're doing that at the carpark! Hahaha! Okay... maybe it's raining that's why.&lt;br /&gt;But still?! There's still void decks right. But okay... maybe they didn't want to bother the residents with their loud TaiJi music.&lt;br /&gt;*shrug. Who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... Went to school in the late afternoon for the new committee interview.&lt;br /&gt;It was fun la. Not the kind with stressful atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's just fun =)&lt;br /&gt;Then had Subway for my breakfast-cum-lunch-cum-dinner meal with bell.&lt;br /&gt;We're like inseperable. Lol! Not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm angry with my boyfriend!&lt;br /&gt;Bah! Don't want to talk to him. Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-1259450326252952475?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1259450326252952475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=1259450326252952475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/1259450326252952475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/1259450326252952475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-god-haha-want-to-learn-taiji-come-to.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-8094779138170739258</id><published>2009-02-28T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T16:10:11.060+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Movie Marathon Moment.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A woman has the last word in any argument.&lt;br /&gt;Anything a man says after that is the beginning of a new argument.&lt;br /&gt;To be happy with a man you must understand him a lot and love him a little.&lt;br /&gt;To be happy with a woman you must love her a lot and not try to understand her at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what he told me when i asked what's it like to be a guy.&lt;br /&gt;Lol. But totally agree la =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched SlumdogMillionaire with bell and Josh yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;It was a nice movie. Indeed an Oscars nominated and award winning movie =)&lt;br /&gt;Everybody should go catch it. It gives you any emotions that you could think of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bee was so so cute! He's really very sweet la.&lt;br /&gt;Went fishing with his friends and caught a fish.&lt;br /&gt;Came to my place to just pass me his catch.&lt;br /&gt;Damn cute can.&lt;br /&gt;See! I told you. My boyfriend very scheming one.&lt;br /&gt;Want to win my parents heart only. Haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-8094779138170739258?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8094779138170739258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=8094779138170739258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/8094779138170739258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/8094779138170739258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/02/woman-has-last-word-in-any-argument.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-4502471425344493162</id><published>2009-02-26T14:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T02:59:34.188+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- It&apos;s you whom i want to love =)'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXbpDKNmvXk/SablkGQiVmI/AAAAAAAAAPE/7Hc6vWNPhR0/s1600-h/P1040590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307181619220731490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXbpDKNmvXk/SablkGQiVmI/AAAAAAAAAPE/7Hc6vWNPhR0/s320/P1040590.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh ya! I almost forgot =)&lt;br /&gt;It's our 2nd mth together baby!&lt;br /&gt;Actually it was on the 25th.&lt;br /&gt;Muackz~ I promise i'll start loving you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with bee just now!&lt;br /&gt;Spent the whole day "studying".&lt;br /&gt;Did something for him.&lt;br /&gt;Ta-Daa~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used up an hour to do this okay?!&lt;br /&gt;Very proud of my masterpiece indeed ^^&lt;br /&gt;That metal ring really gave me a hard time -.- But still, at least i'm capable in creating something with my own bare hands. WAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;Nice right? *smirk&lt;br /&gt;Oh... that spikey thing is the cacti, bee bought for me the other time from IKEA &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Still surviving well *wink &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXbpDKNmvXk/SabgCQFISfI/AAAAAAAAAOs/pp5dsR5Kfgg/s1600-h/P1040590.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXbpDKNmvXk/SabgCDWuGXI/AAAAAAAAAOk/aGk0wMU5Zpg/s1600-h/P1040589.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXbpDKNmvXk/Sabljnj74PI/AAAAAAAAAO8/4Iww1xHqn4w/s1600-h/P1040589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307181610980598002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXbpDKNmvXk/Sabljnj74PI/AAAAAAAAAO8/4Iww1xHqn4w/s320/P1040589.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bee came over today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While waiting for me to have my dinner, got the chance to clique with papa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scheming hor~ Want to win the father's trust first! Orh hor! Think i don't know... Haha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't know what they're talking bout. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something bout fishing. Yes! Fishing! My love rival -.-" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rest was in Hokkien/Teochew, i know nuts bout that dialects. *shrug &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Smile =D At least it looks like papa enjoyed talking to him, well, it seems like it to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After dinner, went to Mac to study, while bee did his own things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God. Cannot take it. Too many distractions, how to study. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lol. I rather hide in my messy room to do so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too much noise! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Girl multi-tasking (Sing-out-Loud session while marking work) &amp;amp; a couple talking and laughing like nobody's business, in their own world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i ended up staring at his laptop and had the urge to play Spot-the-Difference.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lol. Played till my eyes were blurry and back aching.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Played damn long.Went off only until there's no more life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walked home in search of playgrounds with swings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But nowhere in sight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Geez~ How can a playground have no swings and see-saws =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's the 2 most important things when you're in your childhood days of growing up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sheesh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anyway, although it's just a couple of hours together, well, that's enough =)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307181605593839074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oXbpDKNmvXk/SabljTfodeI/AAAAAAAAAO0/xbm6zjwOOtk/s320/P1040587.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/15072863-4502471425344493162?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4502471425344493162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=4502471425344493162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/4502471425344493162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/4502471425344493162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-think-all-my-emotions-and-feelings.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oXbpDKNmvXk/SablkGQiVmI/AAAAAAAAAPE/7Hc6vWNPhR0/s72-c/P1040590.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-313777589249452299</id><published>2009-02-25T10:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T10:07:08.321+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Stop poking your nose in here. B*tch'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm self declaring... SCHOOL'S OUT!&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! Every project's done except CDP.&lt;br /&gt;Go to school also just revision.&lt;br /&gt;Debarment list's out too.&lt;br /&gt;Can sleep in late and study at home =)&lt;br /&gt;But still, have to go to school for some days.&lt;br /&gt;Freaking sian &gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-313777589249452299?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/313777589249452299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=313777589249452299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/313777589249452299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/313777589249452299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-self-declaring.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-3206310488653828238</id><published>2009-02-23T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T14:14:00.801+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- A BIG Catch.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went fishing at Seletar Reservoir yesterday with Aazon, bee and friends =)&lt;br /&gt;A really refreshing experience.&lt;br /&gt;Never before did i tried holding a fishing pole and casting it into the water.&lt;br /&gt;Unless you count fishing through video games and casting the pole with the game controller as an experience.&lt;br /&gt;Haha! I just assured bee i won't have that luck to catch anything.&lt;br /&gt;But it's fun casting. Then the big catch came.&lt;br /&gt;Omg! It's damn fun! But it got away with bee's lure. Haha! The line broke when the catch swam under the bridge and cut the line.&lt;br /&gt;Not disappointed but just felt happy!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks bee! =D&lt;br /&gt;He's still feeling disappointed bout it. And still talking bout it to everyone. Silly boy la. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Muackz~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-3206310488653828238?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3206310488653828238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=3206310488653828238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/3206310488653828238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/3206310488653828238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/02/went-fishing-at-seletar-reservoir.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-4297716719240141972</id><published>2009-02-20T14:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T15:21:32.761+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Yes. You&apos;re in my hate list No.1 BIATCH.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rushed to school like mad early in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;Practically ran all the way from the interchange to school.&lt;br /&gt;And teacher's late -.-&lt;br /&gt;I thought i was late for class for 30min.&lt;br /&gt;But she's later than me.&lt;br /&gt;Basically just attended 1 and a half hours of lesson.&lt;br /&gt;No P.E. No PR. No CDP.&lt;br /&gt;The day just ended really early.&lt;br /&gt;With no money and nothing much i can do.&lt;br /&gt;I just headed home straight.&lt;br /&gt;Reached home by 11am and just lazed around the house watching TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recieved NP's letter.&lt;br /&gt;Expected la. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Don't have to guess also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's not always a happy story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-4297716719240141972?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4297716719240141972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=4297716719240141972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/4297716719240141972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/4297716719240141972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/02/rushed-to-school-like-mad-early-in.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-6321508484923738671</id><published>2009-02-18T19:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T19:50:25.285+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- If you&apos;re mine...'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Watched BenjaminButton yesternight with the same gang =)&lt;br /&gt;It's a nice movie definitely.&lt;br /&gt;3hours of screening was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had BarChorMee for supper.&lt;br /&gt;Then home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit i will fall asleep in any transport.&lt;br /&gt;Be it car, lorry, van, bus, train or plane. Even on a motorbike -.-&lt;br /&gt;That's how extreme.&lt;br /&gt;But only on Josh's SwiftSwift. I always tend to just drop dead. Totally knock out.&lt;br /&gt;Lol too comfortable wu bo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If i could do wonders, I hope i can...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;just have money without worrying a day without it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i can help others to every max of my limit.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i can be really happy-go-lucky and not worry about a thing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i just wish i could get anything i ever wanted.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One last wish... alot more wishes to be granted.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;One more month - one day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-6321508484923738671?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6321508484923738671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=6321508484923738671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/6321508484923738671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/6321508484923738671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/02/watched-benjaminbutton-yesternight-with.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-2623286303503692810</id><published>2009-02-17T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T11:29:16.516+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- To handle yourself'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='use your head. To handle others'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='use your heart.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haiz felt so fucked up yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Before you have all the assumption made up in your minds... it's because of school assignments.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to react, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;What do you expect me to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's life. I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'll start this entry from Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Went straight to NP after school with bell.&lt;br /&gt;To hand in our appeal, which i think, there's not much hope.&lt;br /&gt;Then rushed to Fen's place to bake an Oreo Cheesecake for Valentine's Day with Baobei ^^&lt;br /&gt;After a few delays and blunders, we managed to finish it by 11pm but baobei had to end up cabbing home due to my stupid suggestion. It's okay if it's stupid, but it's the wrong suggestion somemore. Wthell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it wouldn't turn out good. But the matter of fact is... It's nice =) *proud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then moving on to Saturday, which is Valentine's Day!&lt;br /&gt;Okay i must admit. It cannot be counted as a special occasion.&lt;br /&gt;Like bell said, it's the attacks of the clones. (Figure that out yourself)&lt;br /&gt;To me, every single day can be Vday =)&lt;br /&gt;And so, i must be thankful because bee did make me happy everyday and giving me all the love he can shower me with ^^&lt;br /&gt;Hugz~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then here comes Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Stayed home in the day time, doing particularly nothing more than just switching the TV and com On and Off.&lt;br /&gt;Did abit of housechores and then head to bell's place for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Finally we got to watch LoveMatters in the night at AMK Hub.&lt;br /&gt;The movie was funny but not everything nice.&lt;br /&gt;The whole storyline just didn't seem to match the title.&lt;br /&gt;But again, suddenly i think it did. If you let your brain cells work abit.&lt;br /&gt;A munch here and there in Mac after that.&lt;br /&gt;Then home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't go to bed immediately eventhough i was dead tired.&lt;br /&gt;Haven't done anything to my PJMS presentation.&lt;br /&gt;Okay partially it's my fault i chose to drag it till last minute.&lt;br /&gt;Faced the screen blankly for 30minutes and still not coming up with anything.&lt;br /&gt;Silly-ly broke down and went to sleep after, not doing anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes yesterday, Monday.&lt;br /&gt;The day which my presentation fell on.&lt;br /&gt;Woke up early in the morning and did everything.&lt;br /&gt;I must count myself lucky that i always have last minute inspriations.&lt;br /&gt;Bell did help abit. With the checking of my powerpoint and animations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Thanks babe. Greatly appreciated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then rushed to school, ready to present.&lt;br /&gt;But... God... something happened.&lt;br /&gt;Okay i'm just going to stop here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie tonight again =)&lt;br /&gt;The Curious Case of Benjamin Button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wahahaha~ We're just toooo free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;God gave you to me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;to give me hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Or isit the other way around?? Haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Love people and use things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Not love things and use people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Many people walk in and out of your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Only true friends leave footprints behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-2623286303503692810?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2623286303503692810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=2623286303503692810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/2623286303503692810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/2623286303503692810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/02/haiz-felt-so-fucked-up-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-5761951396023566442</id><published>2009-02-13T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T01:28:59.583+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Note: to you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Please understand.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haiz. I guess it's impossible to get the best of both worlds =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want things to work out the way i wanted them to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-5761951396023566442?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5761951396023566442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=5761951396023566442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/5761951396023566442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/5761951396023566442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/02/haiz.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-3987077047080555815</id><published>2009-02-12T15:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T01:21:19.354+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Help yourself before you can help others.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It's just random. But i still want to say this... Shut the FUCK UP and STOP COMPLAINING, BIATCH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i've let it out. Feel much better =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's start with what happened yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Went home after school to get prepared to meet Bell to hand in our appeal letter to NP.&lt;br /&gt;However, something cropped up and didn't manage to hand them in.&lt;br /&gt;So went ahead to meet Baobei at Bedok to buy baking equipments and decided to buy the ingredients on Friday itself.&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna be so broke again. To think we're both jobless.&lt;br /&gt;Ate dinner with her parents. Then laughed, joked and teased each other while buying.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot imagine my life without these people around. My world would be in darkness la, i guess ^^&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to mention the whole list and i think you guys know who you are. ILOVEyou peeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After so much of disagreements and finally agreeing on the equipments, we went seperate ways.&lt;br /&gt;Me went over to Serangoon to meet Bell and her, going home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;The moment i stepped in to the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;I felt this pinch. Felt a tinge of sadness and the feeling of tears welling in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;It's the many memories there, with people walking in and out of the place. Be it the staff or customers.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing it in a torn down state, made me think back of that very day i left my old house for a new home. It's like the emptiness of the house was threatening to destroy all the memories created there ever since i was a very playful child.&lt;br /&gt;Feelings do fonder eventhough the percentage of me disliking the place (the restaurant) is higher than the percentage i like the place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway~ they were halfway done clearing up. And they decided to do the rest today. So Josh sent Snow and Joan home. While Bell and i went to AMK to have teochew porridge for supper.&lt;br /&gt;The supper cost a bomb can. Lol! I was damn shocked when the lady named out the total.&lt;br /&gt;Haha i thought i heard wrongly. But supper was nice so i don't mind. Must also see who the company is right. Hee~ *blush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it's home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I don't know why i always land myself in these kind of situations.&lt;br /&gt;Haiz. But i'll be happier if i could do something to make things turn around for the better.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking... Maybe i'm that guardian angel God had sent down to protect the ones who needed love and help =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i damn rubbish haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-3987077047080555815?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3987077047080555815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=3987077047080555815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/3987077047080555815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/3987077047080555815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-just-random.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-6026152008208214480</id><published>2009-02-11T09:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T09:42:00.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Did i mention that i'm out of debarment??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YES! I'm out of the debarment list!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-6026152008208214480?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6026152008208214480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=6026152008208214480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/6026152008208214480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/6026152008208214480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/02/did-i-mention-that-im-out-of-debarment.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-7599607113724393778</id><published>2009-02-11T08:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T08:07:39.833+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- It&apos;s the love from you that makes me smile =)'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sunday was the last day of my contribution to the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;Kindof miss that place. As much as i wanted to leave so much, there's still so many memories there.&lt;br /&gt;I'll definitely miss Snow, Joan &amp;amp; Josh. Aww~ We must meet up eventhough there's no fixed place for us to see each other anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came Monday, school.&lt;br /&gt;After school, we went over to Wanni's place for visiting.&lt;br /&gt;Lol. It's already the last day of CNY. Bee's right, we did make full use of that last day =D&lt;br /&gt;Played mahjong and me and bell's the big winner! We won 70cents each.&lt;br /&gt;Of course i'm proud okay?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Wanni's mum helped me along actually, and i learnt more from playing. Needs the brain and alot of thinking.&lt;br /&gt;No wonder it helps in preventing senile o.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's out on Tuesday!&lt;br /&gt;Teacher's meeting day, so there's no lessons at all.&lt;br /&gt;Helped my mum in housechores. Then dragged all the way till 4plus.&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to go over to bee's place. But ended up not going, 'cause by the time i'm done with the haircut, it's already 6pm.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so bad la. 2 days in a row, i think i disappoint bee. But i thought i estimated the timings, but you'll always get the unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;I just have to brush up on my time management and organise it well.&lt;br /&gt;After we met up, bell, bee and me went to IKEA.&lt;br /&gt;It always brightens me up when i go to such places. IKEA, museums, galleries, supermarkets, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to have a last gathering at the restaurant yesterday night la.&lt;br /&gt;But ended up cancelling it 'cause both bosses came down.&lt;br /&gt;Aiya we should have that coming, expected.&lt;br /&gt;Went all the way there after IKEA and went home with nothing done except farewells.&lt;br /&gt;Both of them damn bu zi dong. What freaking day isit already? Our pay cheques had been stalled for more than a week already. Fuckers.&lt;br /&gt;See us still can chio chio. And we thought it would be kindof rude if we asked like this, when everyone's there and it wouldn't be nice, letting them think we went down just for the cheques.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talked to bee on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad we talked =)&lt;br /&gt;It's just nice la.&lt;br /&gt;Bee gave me a surprise!&lt;br /&gt;He went to buy the cactus from IKEA that i said was cute!&lt;br /&gt;So sneaky. Haha! I guessed he lied to us bout going to the toilet but went ahead to buy the cactus.&lt;br /&gt;Muackz! I like it so much ^^&lt;br /&gt;Thanks baby &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;I'll shower it with love and care, and make sure it will last long in my hands. Haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-7599607113724393778?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7599607113724393778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=7599607113724393778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/7599607113724393778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/7599607113724393778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/02/sunday-was-last-day-of-my-contribution.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-1898129955909971290</id><published>2009-02-08T09:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T09:35:37.091+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- I&apos;m so tired.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't actually slept.&lt;br /&gt;My mind is tired but i just couldn't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;There's still work later. Full shift somemore.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worked the whole day and night yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Set up in the noon and dinner at night.&lt;br /&gt;Damn paisei.&lt;br /&gt;Only one VIP table. So i have to walk alone when it's the first dish walk in presentation.&lt;br /&gt;Hell yeah i'm nervous.&lt;br /&gt;My mind totally blank and my pace started to go slow and fast, slow and fast.&lt;br /&gt;Fucked up right? I know, by imagination, i look retarded -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kind of jobless now.&lt;br /&gt;I won't be working in the restaurant after Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;Recession. What to do? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Then i can only depend on CHIJMES. But the number of events are becoming lesser.&lt;br /&gt;Next week the only working day is Saturday, which falls on Valentine's Day.&lt;br /&gt;How to work?!?! You tell me. If i choose work before baby. He's so gonna kill me la.&lt;br /&gt;Cursing me under his breath. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I urgently need another job.&lt;br /&gt;Lowest expected pay, actually $7, but mian qiang abit, $6.50.&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Yo peeps. I hate sales. But i don't mind trying it out la. Please get it me if you have any job to intro me?&lt;br /&gt;Pity me abit la =D&lt;br /&gt;Help me keep a look out eh?&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-1898129955909971290?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1898129955909971290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=1898129955909971290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/1898129955909971290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/1898129955909971290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-havent-actually-slept.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-5180974382540207972</id><published>2009-02-07T10:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T09:09:36.040+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- The certified stamp. You&apos;re the one.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finally learnt how to play mahjong!&lt;br /&gt;Of course it's just the basic.&lt;br /&gt;Yay! I don't have to reject people's invitations and i can say NO to senile!&lt;br /&gt;Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Vic's place yesterday after school.&lt;br /&gt;I was forced to learn mahjong before Sam and Bell came.&lt;br /&gt;Wanni and Vic taught me how to play.&lt;br /&gt;But surprisingly, a noob like me learn very fast!&lt;br /&gt;*shrug... Too smart already =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left at 4plus.&lt;br /&gt;Went to Cine to get Baobei's present.&lt;br /&gt;Then head off to her place to pass them to her.&lt;br /&gt;A necklace and a box of cookie nibblers with initials =)&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad she's happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I don't mind the cost of the gift as long as the person's happy.&lt;br /&gt;Especially people i care and love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After passing the gifts, i rushed off to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work was fine. I felt really happy yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Just in high spirits.&lt;br /&gt;Greeted everyone Happy New Year. Even the chefs.&lt;br /&gt;Then Chef Wong praised me in cantonese. I'm so happy la!&lt;br /&gt;It's like my grandpa telling me to be good in the past.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't work OT. Headed to baby's place for steamboat.&lt;br /&gt;Had it with his 2 friends. Every friend of his i met was so nice ^^&lt;br /&gt;But i'm just too shy when meeting new faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'll be a much out-going person the next time. Promise! Behave like who i am. Muackz~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so damn tired. Couldn't help but closed my eyes and fell asleep while bee sent me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ILOVEYOU bibi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-5180974382540207972?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5180974382540207972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=5180974382540207972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/5180974382540207972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/5180974382540207972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-finally-learnt-how-to-play-mahjong-of.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-5910937227366893383</id><published>2009-02-06T09:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T09:41:00.254+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- IQ gets you a job. But EQ gets you promoted.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pet Society is soooo cute!&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Okay. It's my next obsessed online game =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attended Adam Khoo's workshop yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Lasted 4hrs. It's a workshop talking bout how to handle relationship and some personal emotions.&lt;br /&gt;Laughed through the whole session. Everything just made sense although the facilitator put it in a more entertaining way.&lt;br /&gt;This is how adults should communicate with us! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we would be less rebellious *shrug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired.&lt;br /&gt;Knocked out at 11plus last night.&lt;br /&gt;Felt tired but didn't want to sleep until i couldn't take it.&lt;br /&gt;Climbed to bed right after mama came back from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going over to Vic's house later.&lt;br /&gt;Then pick up things from Cine then head off to work.&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel like working, but no choice.&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriend no money. Have to feed him also =X&lt;br /&gt;Shhh~&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! Not true la!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-5910937227366893383?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5910937227366893383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=5910937227366893383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/5910937227366893383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/5910937227366893383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/02/pet-society-is-soooo-cute-haha-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-8686545004429903398</id><published>2009-02-05T09:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T09:44:00.202+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Without your bestfriend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you&apos;ll feel lonely no matter what.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stuck in school early the morning again!&lt;br /&gt;At least this time's better, lesson starts at 10am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept at 6am this morning. Freaking tired can.&lt;br /&gt;I feel so light now, i think i'm going to faint.&lt;br /&gt;Swayed my way from the train to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to stay till 530pm today for some Adam Khoo's talk -.-&lt;br /&gt;Eh it's out of my sign out range already lo...&lt;br /&gt;Got OT points to redeem anot??&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now WeiLun and me are like the buddies for signing in hours.&lt;br /&gt;We both will come late then end up in the hub together, playing com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol i just created a pet in PetSociety.&lt;br /&gt;My pet look so ugly! Okay. Like owner like pet.&lt;br /&gt;The games in Facebook quite fun lei.&lt;br /&gt;But too bad, cannot play here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to save alot of money to go overseas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like Josh said, "Anything that can be solved with money, is never considered a problem."&lt;br /&gt;It makes total sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i'm hungry.&lt;br /&gt;Should i go grab a small bite?&lt;br /&gt;Geez... i think i should.&lt;br /&gt;Ciaoz~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-8686545004429903398?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8686545004429903398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=8686545004429903398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/8686545004429903398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/8686545004429903398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/02/stuck-in-school-early-morning-again-at.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-7649678646026552427</id><published>2009-02-05T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T00:13:53.354+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for the better.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- For us'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2 projects down and 1 more to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from town.&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Baobei.&lt;br /&gt;Was supposed to be celebrating her birthday, but it seems more like just a normal outing =/&lt;br /&gt;Felt abit bad la.&lt;br /&gt;Like so not organised, and no plans made.&lt;br /&gt;But relatively, she's happy. And that's what matters most =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched BrideWars.&lt;br /&gt;I think girlfriends should watch it together.&lt;br /&gt;It wouldn't feel the same watching with guys and boyfriends.&lt;br /&gt;Guys would never understand. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;It's a nice movie! Love it~&lt;br /&gt;Then had dinner at Kobayashi after that.&lt;br /&gt;Walked around awhile then talked and did alot of catching up.&lt;br /&gt;I really like to catching up with friends.&lt;br /&gt;The feeling's just very nice ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broke down in town before meeting babe.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck the school la. Argh!&lt;br /&gt;Okay... maybe not the school. But SOMEONE.&lt;br /&gt;Rawr~&lt;br /&gt;I'm really really glad that both bee and bell are always there for me.&lt;br /&gt;Hugz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to bee's house with Bell for dinner yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Ended up spending the night doing and rushing projects.&lt;br /&gt;Then took cab home 'cause baby had to go over to his friend's place.&lt;br /&gt;Aww~ there goes my $28. Sobz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-7649678646026552427?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7649678646026552427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=7649678646026552427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/7649678646026552427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/7649678646026552427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/02/2-projects-down-and-1-more-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-2690076630969971591</id><published>2009-02-03T10:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T10:41:36.908+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- If friendships can last lifetime.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rotting in school at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;Wthell la. Can you believe it?!&lt;br /&gt;Lesson starts at 1pm and i'm already in school since 8am.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck! Argh!&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself la. To trust me in landing myself in this same situation, over and over again!&lt;br /&gt;Yes! Laugh all you want. I'm in the debarment list, AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;But this time, i'm definitely not the worst.&lt;br /&gt;I'm considered good enough already.&lt;br /&gt;Although getting myself into trouble again don't sound pleasant, I did try to make an effort.&lt;br /&gt;For this, i swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Redeeming karma points, by showing sincerity that i want to take this last exam badly.&lt;br /&gt;Geez... why can't they be alittle bit more lenient and let us off this last term.&lt;br /&gt;They would be happier, seeing us fail and facing us for another year isit??&lt;br /&gt;I really want to get out of this hell immediately, once and for all.&lt;br /&gt;I think i would rather kill myself if i would have to stay here for another year. Don't even bother telling me that actually it's just retaining for another 6mths.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't stand another 1month here in ITE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually i think my biggest mistake is to fail maths. My biggest regret is not being able to go up to Poly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't regret meeting great friends though.&lt;br /&gt;A friend who had been facing me for 2 years almost everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Gone through many thick and thins.&lt;br /&gt;I would never let go of this friendship =)&lt;br /&gt;Because other than aaron, my loved ones and my other wonderful good/best friends.&lt;br /&gt;You left a rather unforgettable image in my life.&lt;br /&gt;I know you always call me UGLY. But i know you still love me =D&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHAHAHAHA~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;P.S. I know you'll be very touched seeing this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Eh! Not kidding okay?! Meant every word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Appreciate every single moment of your company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And you're lucky aaron doesn't read blogs. HAHA! If not, BEWARE everytime you cross the road!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-2690076630969971591?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2690076630969971591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=2690076630969971591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/2690076630969971591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/2690076630969971591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/02/rotting-in-school-at-moment.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-2458135881441503990</id><published>2009-02-02T03:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T03:57:25.812+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- I&apos;ll now put all my attention to you and only you ♥'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just came back from bee's place.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why i have such a cute boyfriend &amp;amp; his brothers are both equally good-looking!&lt;br /&gt;OMG~ I didn't just said that. Haha! Shhh~ Only you and me know ok??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worked in the morning all the way till the evening.&lt;br /&gt;A baby shower 'high-tea' buffet.&lt;br /&gt;It's more than what was supposed to be served in high-tea lo -.-&lt;br /&gt;Buffet functions are always a bore.&lt;br /&gt;I spent half the time, sitting in one corner and talked cock with Bell &amp;amp; Josh.&lt;br /&gt;The baby boy's super adorable!&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful baby. I like~ ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left the restaurant and headed to bee's place at 7pm.&lt;br /&gt;Went there to have dinner and 'shun bian' bainian.&lt;br /&gt;Waited for baby's friends to come over, played iphone games with Aazon.&lt;br /&gt;Then watched some TV.&lt;br /&gt;His friends can join my clan lo. Lol. The FPA clan (Failed Punctuality Attempt).&lt;br /&gt;They from 8pm, drag till 11plus then come can...&lt;br /&gt;Lucky i'm not feeling hungry. If not i think i'd have been starved to death.&lt;br /&gt;Then bee sent me home after dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Felt so paisei. Everytime baby has to send me all the way back to woodlands then all the way back to the other end of Singapore, PasirRis.&lt;br /&gt;Very tiring for him. Hugz~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's okay if our long friendship ends here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Because i'm glad you're happy now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;See? I told you. With me or without me in your life, wouldn't make a very big difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-2458135881441503990?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2458135881441503990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=2458135881441503990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/2458135881441503990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/2458135881441503990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-came-back-from-bees-place.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-6716860854979139034</id><published>2009-02-01T01:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T01:20:27.721+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Do our friendship just ends here??'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just came home from all those visitings!&lt;br /&gt;Lady Luck's definitely with me this year =)&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to cherish this luck and not abuse it. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played blackjack and won quite abit ^^&lt;br /&gt;Played InBetween and Poker, won once each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept quite late yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Reached home at 2am. Waited for Bala to leave and Josh sent me and Snow home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 1030am this morning.&lt;br /&gt;Prepared and went over to Ryan's place first.&lt;br /&gt;Then left and went over to Mr Wong's place (my pri school teacher) with a whole lot of my primary classmates.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone looked rather the same. A few looked really different.&lt;br /&gt;Felt abit unfamiliar when i met them. Maybe it's because of the 5 to 8 years of seperation and sudden alumni gathering.&lt;br /&gt;But still, i'm glad to see most of them making the effort to put aside some time to gather together =)&lt;br /&gt;We should really do this often. Gatherings! Be it primary school or secondary school or future schoolmates.&lt;br /&gt;It would really be fun looking at how much our friends have changed as time flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after Mr Wong's place, bee came over to pick me up and drove me to my place.&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Carol and the peeps. Stayed awhile. Then left for KoonLoong's house.&lt;br /&gt;Played blackjack. Won $18. *Happy~&lt;br /&gt;Waited till Rachel &amp;amp; Suhaimi's arrival, and we left for Carol's place.&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Her place's forever like chalet.&lt;br /&gt;Ate dinner and played blackjack again. Thought i wasn't that lucky at her house.&lt;br /&gt;But my winning streak came soon after. Wahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;=X cannot be too haolian. Ooops. Later Lady Luck run away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left around 10plus and headed towards the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually i really cannot find a reason why i have to go down.&lt;br /&gt;Lol. But i guess the main reason is wanting to keep my good friend company.&lt;br /&gt;Wa sei! I can't believe i just said that.&lt;br /&gt;To Bell: "Happy anot?!?! Feel honoured?? Touched??" Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really have to thank bee today lo.&lt;br /&gt;Xing ku ta le.&lt;br /&gt;Muackz!&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed myself today. And i'm so glad you did too =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh right!&lt;br /&gt;The first month of 2009 just ended.&lt;br /&gt;And here comes February!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-6716860854979139034?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6716860854979139034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=6716860854979139034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/6716860854979139034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/6716860854979139034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-came-home-from-all-those-visitings.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-5028265887216353707</id><published>2009-01-30T08:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T08:44:00.111+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Disappointments lead to seperations.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just can't believe it!&lt;br /&gt;I'm the 4th one to reach school for the first lesson at 8am in the morning!&lt;br /&gt;Must buy 4D. Got huge chance i may win.&lt;br /&gt;Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, i'm glad bee woke me up at 6am.&lt;br /&gt;Took a very long shower. And went out with my bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then TA-DAA~ I'm in school just in time!&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHAHAHAHA~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to be early everyday!&lt;br /&gt;Have to pull up the attendance!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-5028265887216353707?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5028265887216353707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=5028265887216353707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/5028265887216353707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/5028265887216353707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-just-cant-believe-it-im-4th-one-to.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-3899708086215709761</id><published>2009-01-30T00:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T00:46:14.871+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- A growing love.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had my room all cleaned up! Like finally!&lt;br /&gt;Washed the toilet. Mopped the floor. Yeah~ i'm a good kid okay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invited Sam, Harta, Jiewen, Ting, Zijie, Kunming, Chris, Josh &amp;amp; bee over to my place to bainian.&lt;br /&gt;Played blackjack. Wthell la. I was at winning streak before Sam left!&lt;br /&gt;Starting from just a few coins to a stack of almost a total of $20 lo!&lt;br /&gt;Then slowly lose all the winnings.&lt;br /&gt;SIAN!&lt;br /&gt;Reminder: Don't be too greedy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ting's wallet stole my purse's limelight!&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait till Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;Carol &amp;amp; all! Beware! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bee's damn cute! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;He really wore his specs like i asked him to.&lt;br /&gt;Then brought one whole big bag of goodies over.&lt;br /&gt;There's my NanoNano, mini cakes, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Mama was shocked la. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Josh and Bell practically said the same thing la.&lt;br /&gt;"... Why?! He thought he giving bridal gifts for marriage ah? "&lt;br /&gt;Haha wthell la... Damn rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;But cannot deny. He's super cute ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sooo glad he's back =D&lt;br /&gt;Can disturb him already. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I just couldn't accept you that easily again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Give me more time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-3899708086215709761?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3899708086215709761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=3899708086215709761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/3899708086215709761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/3899708086215709761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-had-my-room-all-cleaned-up-like.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-4890627748206481268</id><published>2009-01-29T11:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T11:20:02.381+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='please appreciate.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- For all that i did'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'M SO FREAKING DEAD!&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed school today again.&lt;br /&gt;Wtf. I swear i hate myself so much for punctuality.&lt;br /&gt;Supposedly to start lesson at 10am, i woke up at 945am.&lt;br /&gt;Then today's lesson end at 3pm. Yet it is to end at 11am, due to 2 module teachers are on MC.&lt;br /&gt;Then the few lucky ones who attended class travelled all the way down to school just for an hour's lesson!&lt;br /&gt;But at least they got their attendance covered.&lt;br /&gt;They're safe and i'm freaking not!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so gonna plead for forgiveness tomorrow when i see teacher =( Sobz!&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean to miss class one la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday night was just work.&lt;br /&gt;Ethel, my primary school classmate and secondary schoolmate, happened to come by our restaurant to have dinner with her friends.&lt;br /&gt;Lol kena 'ka'. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind. I don't always bring friends over for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;As long as they're happy. Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bee's back today!!!&lt;br /&gt;Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ILOVEangbee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope he did bring back Nano candy =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-4890627748206481268?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4890627748206481268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=4890627748206481268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/4890627748206481268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/4890627748206481268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-so-freaking-dead-ahhhh-i-missed.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-663500534065035025</id><published>2009-01-27T23:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T23:24:53.796+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- If you’re not the one then why does my soul feel glad today?'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back from JB!&lt;br /&gt;Lol went to City Square with mama to watch a movie, All'sWellEnd'sWell.&lt;br /&gt;She suggested to go there. Not me ah.&lt;br /&gt;The movie's abit boring. But it will definitely sound better in Cantonese instead of Mandarin right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! The way to the mall was soooo far!&lt;br /&gt;They constructed a new Malaysia Custom.&lt;br /&gt;Looks more like airport than custom. So nice =)&lt;br /&gt;Waste money only. Build so nice for what. Custom only.&lt;br /&gt;Lol people either rush in to get their passports stamped or hurrily ran to catch the bus. Where will there be anyone to stop and take a picture with the place.&lt;br /&gt;But who knows. There might be such people existing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... We had dinner at StoneGrill before the movie.&lt;br /&gt;Had Ribeye steak and Ostrich meat.&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Ostrich meat taste better! Yum.&lt;br /&gt;Then had CurryMee after the movie.&lt;br /&gt;Then home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm planning to go in with friends some other time ^^&lt;br /&gt;Wahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I hope you are the one I share my life with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I wish that you could be the one I die with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And I pray in you’re the one I build my home with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I hope I love you all my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-663500534065035025?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/663500534065035025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=663500534065035025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/663500534065035025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/663500534065035025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-back-from-jb-lol-went-to-city-square.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-2034498102237424564</id><published>2009-01-27T04:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T04:35:50.804+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- No regrets because i&apos;m not the one at the losing end.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Chris' place for visiting today.&lt;br /&gt;Thought it would be the usual kind of silence.&lt;br /&gt;But NO!&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Damn crowded can.&lt;br /&gt;Playd blackjack with strangers.&lt;br /&gt;But fortunately, can clique. Maybe all the money-minded people always can interact well with one another.&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Squeezed till dry in the early stage then won back the losses when Nic &amp;amp; Bell left.&lt;br /&gt;Must be my jinx. Block my 'cai lu' =X&lt;br /&gt;Met a guy who knows one of my sec sch mate. Lol. So unexpected! Anyway, i don't know him. He initiated to tell me he kind of knew me. *shrug. But he does look cute. Haha! Bell thought so too k?!?! Shhhh~ keep to yourself. Scared the girlfriend angry =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After awhile i left too.&lt;br /&gt;Then stayed out till 3plus and realised i didn't bring my keys out.&lt;br /&gt;Wthell. Just only remembered again that i didn't have my keys &amp;amp; have to somehow wake mama up (she's the light sleeper, that's why) behind the closed door.&lt;br /&gt;Rang the door bell multiple times. But no use.&lt;br /&gt;So went all the way down to the Kopitiam and called home (that's the only number i remembered without looking at the phonebook).&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Yes. I myself felt stupid too -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Now i've improved. Other than only memorising my home number. I 'took the effort' to memorise bee's, bell's &amp;amp; another fren's number.&lt;br /&gt;Should someone compliment my good effort at least?!&lt;br /&gt;So if any emergency, these people, PLEASE pick up the phone.&lt;br /&gt;Lol. you're the few lucky ones. Just in case.&lt;br /&gt;Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Am i being too good as a friend??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-2034498102237424564?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2034498102237424564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=2034498102237424564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/2034498102237424564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/2034498102237424564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-got-home.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-8130864931754607979</id><published>2009-01-26T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T16:30:32.890+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- Good fortune will befall on silly girls.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay! I got 2 BIG angbaos from pa and ma ^^&lt;br /&gt;I wish this year will be a very good year for them.&lt;br /&gt;Good health. Good wealth. Good luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah bee jie jie came to visit =)&lt;br /&gt;What do i call my papa's niece?? Cousin too??&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Anyway... she's one cousin whom i was very close with when we're young. 2 years older than me.&lt;br /&gt;Miss her but when we get older. It's just abit difficult to communicate.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... don't know why but i'm still happy to see her.&lt;br /&gt;She's still her and i'm still me. We both are still as noisy as usual =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch together.&lt;br /&gt;Mama bought yu sheng! Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out soon.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my bibi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-8130864931754607979?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8130864931754607979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=8130864931754607979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/8130864931754607979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/8130864931754607979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/01/yay-i-got-2-big-angbaos-from-pa-and-ma.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-6152594791223563615</id><published>2009-01-25T23:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T23:03:58.738+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- I cannot believe how stupid i am.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Great. Just great.&lt;br /&gt;Here's how interesting my life is.&lt;br /&gt;*smirk! The 3rd entry of the day.&lt;br /&gt;Day okay?! DAY!&lt;br /&gt;LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway~ Just had reunion dinner with my family.&lt;br /&gt;The whole family ^^&lt;br /&gt;Yup! Papa didn't go back to Malaysia too.&lt;br /&gt;ILOVEwhite chicken!&lt;br /&gt;There's shark fins and abalone too k...&lt;br /&gt;I'm contented =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did some innovative inventions to my room.&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Drawer's compartment using cardboard paper and paint.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. For my accessories.&lt;br /&gt;My room's still in a mess.&lt;br /&gt;Full of dust and rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;God. How to sleep tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to Chris' place to bai nian tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Cannot stay home for long.&lt;br /&gt;I'll flood my blog with rubbish soon too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;To you, i'm just a gullible stupid girl who would believe everything you say despite the multiple times of heartache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-6152594791223563615?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6152594791223563615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=6152594791223563615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/6152594791223563615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/6152594791223563615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/01/great.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-4817750227810540771</id><published>2009-01-25T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T15:57:59.575+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- If my love for you is true.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All i can do now is blog, watch tv and more blogging.&lt;br /&gt;What a life!&lt;br /&gt;Rawr!&lt;br /&gt;No work no income no nothing!&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh!&lt;br /&gt;Packed my room halfway and practically gave up.&lt;br /&gt;Put down everything and ended up watching tv.&lt;br /&gt;Did something for bee within half an hour ^^&lt;br /&gt;Nothing special but hope he will like it =)&lt;br /&gt;2 full bags of trash and more rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;Lol. I finally acted firmly and thrown the things i find relatively useless and all they do is collect dust!&lt;br /&gt;God. It's hard work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby just called, again~&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Muackz! I hope he'll come back soon =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-4817750227810540771?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4817750227810540771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=4817750227810540771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/4817750227810540771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/4817750227810540771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/01/all-i-can-do-now-is-blog-watch-tv-and.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-1508905775998027292</id><published>2009-01-25T07:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T07:22:28.372+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- I need to know my doings are appreciated.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just got home!&lt;br /&gt;This is how i welcomed the eve of CNY!&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Kindof funny. Looking at people getting out of their houses and head off to work.&lt;br /&gt;Yet i'm taking the train heading towards home.&lt;br /&gt;This is the freedom i get when my boyfriend's not in town =X&lt;br /&gt;Haha! No la! Shhhh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked sooo hard yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;It's as if i felt my shirt was soaked through with perspiration.&lt;br /&gt;Lol. I banged my head on the side of the glass door.&lt;br /&gt;Almost slipped and fell in the kitchen. Almost tripped and fell from the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;Banged my side against the side wall. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;This is how freaking clumsy i can get within a day!&lt;br /&gt;I'm born with eyes but no sense of 'directions'.&lt;br /&gt;Well... ended work at 11pm. Travelled down to Bishan J8 to catch TheWeddingGame with Bell and her friend.&lt;br /&gt;It was a funny movie. Not very worth watching it during midnight when the ticket price's steeper than usual.&lt;br /&gt;But oh well, the company's good. So i'm not complaining =)&lt;br /&gt;The storyline was okay. Giving it 3 stars upon 5. Nowhere higher than that.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so gonna watch BrideWars InkHeart 7Hounds MarleyAndMe.&lt;br /&gt;Who's going to be my movie companion?? Registration opens to all. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after the movie, we went to have supper then Jun, bell's friend, rode home.&lt;br /&gt;While we both girls, decided to walk home. As in walk to bell's place. So saying it in a nicer way, i'm walking her home. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Talked on the way. Thought about alot of things. Shared with each other our every thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;It's a rather nice feeling when you find someone you can pour almost anything out to.&lt;br /&gt;Walked to the junction and decided to settle down at Macs for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;Talked somemore. Then really walked her home.&lt;br /&gt;Ended up sitting at her void deck and talked SOMEMORE.&lt;br /&gt;Endless talking man. Girls~&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Eventually i waited till the first morning bus comes, and left for home in the first train from AMK.&lt;br /&gt;That's how i saved my $20! By waiting and resisting the temptation of taking the cab home!&lt;br /&gt;I'm making the effort. ARE YOU?!?!&lt;br /&gt;I'm like more anxious than you are la. F.&lt;br /&gt;Please spare a thought for me too can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year's CNY's DAMN BORING!&lt;br /&gt;No going back to Malaysia to bore myself further and have to stay here with no work no money NO NEW CLOTHES!&lt;br /&gt;I rather choose to bore myself in Malaysia than here.&lt;br /&gt;At least i can tune in to CartoonNetwork DisneyChannel Nickelodeon and those HK channels.&lt;br /&gt;And stuff myself with mountains of tidbits.&lt;br /&gt;Now i'm so lost! I couldn't find a job to earn quick cash. I have to hope desperately that the chinese restaurant hires me during this CNY period.&lt;br /&gt;I really dn't know why i'm doing this! OKAY! I shouldn't complain. A promise is a promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway here i am. Refusing to sleep and decided to blog =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... Happy 1 month, baby! Hugz~&lt;br /&gt;I'm already missing you so so much!&lt;br /&gt;Your attempt to that 'important message' failed la. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;I messaged you first lo! Lol!&lt;br /&gt;Haiz... Can't imagine that very day you're going to leave Singapore for some duty thing, for 2weeks, every now and then?!&lt;br /&gt;Awww...&lt;br /&gt;Please do bring back some NanoNano candy ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-1508905775998027292?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1508905775998027292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=1508905775998027292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/1508905775998027292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/1508905775998027292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-just-got-home-this-is-how-i-welcomed.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-6850370144665437339</id><published>2009-01-24T01:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T01:53:53.370+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- I want to get out of all this shit.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Didn't attend school today.&lt;br /&gt;And i received a warning message.&lt;br /&gt;Wtf. I'm in the debarment list, like, AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;The whole of the 4 terms i kena.&lt;br /&gt;Okay it's my fault. I don't know what i'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;Like bell said, finally i'm awakening from my lalang life.&lt;br /&gt;I'm dragging myself to school next week onwards no matter how much i dread not to.&lt;br /&gt;Until the debarment period is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear i'm a freaking good friend.&lt;br /&gt;You may not be able to find another one like me.&lt;br /&gt;Man, i swear.&lt;br /&gt;Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached the restaurant on the dot.&lt;br /&gt;Devoured the chicken wings, Josh and Joan left for me.&lt;br /&gt;Yum! My favourite =)&lt;br /&gt;Then started work. Very hardworking today.&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why. The mood was relatively good today.&lt;br /&gt;Then bell came. In the end, for nothing. I felt so bad la.&lt;br /&gt;Called her down for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind. That canteen treat that day should be able to compensate, right??&lt;br /&gt;Ha!&lt;br /&gt;So sian. After work have to go home. No after work entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;No money no vehicle. Go where also not convenient.&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bee's in Malaysia already.&lt;br /&gt;Aww... i'm feeling the 'distance' already =(&lt;br /&gt;Didn't realise how much i missed him until he called just now.&lt;br /&gt;And to think we didn't see each other for a day only.&lt;br /&gt;How to survive till Wednesday?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I'm like abit dependent on him la.&lt;br /&gt;Him sending me home after work.&lt;br /&gt;Him msging/calling me every now and then to keep me company and me ending up silly-ly laughing at myself.&lt;br /&gt;Him hugging me, telling me everything's okay.&lt;br /&gt;Him wiping away my tears, assuring me from all the doubts and insecures.&lt;br /&gt;Him patting my head, telling me i'm the last person he wanted to see falling sick.&lt;br /&gt;Him kissing my forehead, promising me he'll take care of me till the very last breath.&lt;br /&gt;Him smelling the scent from my hair, making me smile by telling me i smell nice ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd not regret letting go of the past and decided to move on my life with him.&lt;br /&gt;He made me happy now, and i know he'll make me even happier in the future =D&lt;br /&gt;ILOVEaaronangJS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came across this 'Love Recipe' from someone's blog.&lt;br /&gt;You get the credit, peep ;)&lt;br /&gt;And i find it rather cute. Well, it's really cute, i would say ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ingredients Of Love:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Understanding - 4cups&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Caring - 200G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Forgiving - 1 packet (frozen)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Unsalted Romance - 375m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Hugs - handful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sweet Kisses - 2TSP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Love - lots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;How To Grow Love:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;1. Pick a good heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;2. Plant it in a bucket of trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;3. Water with care &amp;amp; good thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;4. Add some romancing occasinally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;5. Remove the misunderstanding leaves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-6850370144665437339?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6850370144665437339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=6850370144665437339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/6850370144665437339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/6850370144665437339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/01/didnt-attend-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-1887430804825379393</id><published>2009-01-23T13:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T13:42:06.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh ya...&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;br /&gt;I bought tickets to DisneyOnIce already!&lt;br /&gt;Haha asked papa for money to buy it.&lt;br /&gt;Although gonna watch alone but... *beam!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so looking forward to it!&lt;br /&gt;Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm silly to watch alone but who cares!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-1887430804825379393?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1887430804825379393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=1887430804825379393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/1887430804825379393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/1887430804825379393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/01/oh-ya.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15072863.post-8365693320190746811</id><published>2009-01-23T13:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T13:37:53.151+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='- You said you loved me.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was totally knocked out these couple of nights.&lt;br /&gt;Just dropped dead on my bed the moment i stepped into the house.&lt;br /&gt;Don't know why the hell i felt so tired.&lt;br /&gt;But i just cannot force myself to stay awake.&lt;br /&gt;Rawr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worked at CHIJMES on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;The last day of the month to work there then have to wait till the 5th of next month to start working again.&lt;br /&gt;Function ended pretty early that night.&lt;br /&gt;Then we gotta do all the neccessary spring cleaning. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;This is me. Willing to do whatever cleaning there is at work, but unwilling to do any housechores at home.&lt;br /&gt;I can hear the toilet calling for me, "Clean me. I'm getting rather dirty."&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Rubbish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No work on Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;So went over to bee's place with stomach cramps.&lt;br /&gt;Lol. He's SO sweet! Aww... he brewed ginger tea for me 'cause of my cramps.&lt;br /&gt;But i didn't drink it =( Regrets. But i really did appreciate everything he did for me.&lt;br /&gt;Muackz. Love you bee ^^&lt;br /&gt;Then he brought me to Changi to have supper.&lt;br /&gt;And home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another slacking day for me yesterday. And a torturing day too.&lt;br /&gt;Started the morning with runny nose. Then i got worse in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;Travelled to ToaPayoh to buy something then to CHIJMES to get my cheque.&lt;br /&gt;Supposedly to get it after 4pm.&lt;br /&gt;But waited till 730pm to get it. By then, everyone's joining me to wait.&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Was supposed to be at bee's place at 6pm, but reached there at around 830pm.&lt;br /&gt;Again i lost my way to his block, but luckily he came down to wait for me.&lt;br /&gt;By the time i met bee, i was sneezing and looked exactly like the cold medicine advertisement.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Bee heated up dinner for me.&lt;br /&gt;Had my shower after that. Bee washed the dishes for me.&lt;br /&gt;Then prepared one of my worst nightmare, LEMSIP, for me to drink.&lt;br /&gt;Ewww, i hate LEMSIP. But he bought it specially for me. So i forced myself to drink it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt! I'm loving him &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... after that we went to get something from my friend. Then drove down to restaurant to deliver bell's supper.&lt;br /&gt;Actually it's the dinner i was having la. Haha. BakKutTeh.&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Bee damn clever. Earned points by doing this to my good friend. Scheming~&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Scheming or not. You have to admit that he's incredibly sweet. He did make bell happy =D&lt;br /&gt;Bell. Touched wu bo?!&lt;br /&gt;Went back to Pasir Ris again with him to meet his friends.&lt;br /&gt;Lol. Felt abit wierd. But they're nice people =) quite funny too.&lt;br /&gt;Then home sweet home ^^&lt;br /&gt;Was really really tired by the time i got home.&lt;br /&gt;Every drop of energy was drained by the cold virus -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going back to Malaysia already.&lt;br /&gt;Felt abit disappointed. 'Cause i kindof miss my aunties, godma &amp;amp; cousins.&lt;br /&gt;Haiz but what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Bee will only be back latest Thursday. Then will be on duty from Friday to Sat morning.&lt;br /&gt;Yet i'll be out with the peeps on Saturday and Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Lol we won't be seeing each other for more than a week!&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss him alot la =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bee said time's passing by so slowly.&lt;br /&gt;We haven't touched our one month and he felt as though we had been together for more than a few months o.O&lt;br /&gt;Lol. He's cute la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i think time's passing us so quickly that a few more days and it will be Febraury.&lt;br /&gt;One more month and i'll be out of ITE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so going to work hard for money during CNY.&lt;br /&gt;Since i'm not going back to get ang baos.&lt;br /&gt;I'm staying here to earn them&lt;br /&gt;*wink&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15072863-8365693320190746811?l=blur-lyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8365693320190746811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15072863&amp;postID=8365693320190746811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/8365693320190746811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15072863/posts/default/8365693320190746811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blur-lyn.blogspot.com/2009/01/was-totally-knocked-out-these-couple-of.html' title=''/><author><name>BluR_LyN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01363193216260464046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
