<?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-6669385279178223109</id><updated>2011-07-31T07:59:56.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>@ delicate-antique.blogspot.com</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ah Lynn; Yumiko's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10808136561907649290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TCnoQY9SEBI/AAAAAAAAB0A/s2XnEIlt6Vo/S220/hkhfsffs.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669385279178223109.post-2121092491814121591</id><published>2010-08-24T17:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T17:02:14.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;RE-LINK&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.therapeutic-life.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;www.therapeutic-life.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669385279178223109-2121092491814121591?l=delicate-antique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/feeds/2121092491814121591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2010/08/re-link-www.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/2121092491814121591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/2121092491814121591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2010/08/re-link-www.html' title=''/><author><name>Ah Lynn; Yumiko's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10808136561907649290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TCnoQY9SEBI/AAAAAAAAB0A/s2XnEIlt6Vo/S220/hkhfsffs.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669385279178223109.post-4497752091508883948</id><published>2010-08-20T10:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T11:50:01.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's unpredictable, just do whatever you feel is right to fill up your day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I realised that I'm being selfish to the people around me. But blame who? The society is so cruel that I have no choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't control my temper recently. You see, there's a extend to everything. You don't expect me to forgive on your dumb acts and your stupid mouth everytime right?! You say things when you didn't think through your brain first. I wonder why you will have such 'mindset' that everybody likes you. I'm not a person that'll pick fuss on people around me. But look at what you do. JUST LOOK AT IT. Why will people pick at your negative points everytime? Sometimes when we quarrelled about some stuffs, you always shoot me until I've got nothing to say. You're just indirectly saying that I'm bad. I don't want to waste my saliver on you seriously. Since I know that you do things lack of sensibility then I'll just pardon you for your immaturity. I don't want get agigated over you. But I still have my own temper okay. I love my friends, I always accept my friend's defects and small habits. I don't want get defensive to your actions anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't mentioned your name, I think you'll know I'm referring to you.&lt;br /&gt;If you don't, then I have to look at it that your intelligence level is lower than mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TG3lVY3M6mI/AAAAAAAAB1E/3AaNPDWIGOk/s1600/NM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TG3lVY3M6mI/AAAAAAAAB1E/3AaNPDWIGOk/s400/NM.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nightmares frequently. ): This caused me bad mood everytime I woke up. Sometimes I might even end up crying when I get shock and awake by my dream. There's one time after I'm awake by my dream, I continue to cry. It's not about the dream, it's my heart. My heart's aching. I don't know why, I just couldn't stop crying. I guessed I pressurized myself too much, that time I just let it all out at one go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Picture's time....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TG3lkWITEHI/AAAAAAAAB1I/oo8J5TdkbMc/s1600/YOG+rehearsal..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TG3lkWITEHI/AAAAAAAAB1I/oo8J5TdkbMc/s400/YOG+rehearsal..jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOG rehearsal.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Damn boring lor, waste my time only.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TG3l2hIYL3I/AAAAAAAAB1M/pum4BjhPexQ/s1600/Phua+Chu+Kang+movie+@+Vivo+with+Jannie,+Sini+&amp;amp;+Xiuli..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TG3l2hIYL3I/AAAAAAAAB1M/pum4BjhPexQ/s400/Phua+Chu+Kang+movie+@+Vivo+with+Jannie,+Sini+&amp;amp;+Xiuli..jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Phua Chu Kang movie @ Vivo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With Jannie, Sini &amp;amp; Xiuli. Thumbs up for the movie!! ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TG3mDiRfY7I/AAAAAAAAB1Q/lqge-PlVOvk/s1600/YOG+ACTUAL+DAY..jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TG3mDiRfY7I/AAAAAAAAB1Q/lqge-PlVOvk/s400/YOG+ACTUAL+DAY..jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TG3mSs46jSI/AAAAAAAAB1U/aa80cbmQK4k/s400/Out+to+Cineleisure+with+LWL+&amp;amp;+CXL..jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOG actual day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;ADA !!!! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TG3mpAL2Z4I/AAAAAAAAB1Y/zdnTOkxmPH4/s400/klsfjsf.JPG" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I cut my hair short, believe it or not? &amp;gt;,&amp;lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669385279178223109-4497752091508883948?l=delicate-antique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/feeds/4497752091508883948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2010/08/lifes-unpredictable-just-do-whatever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/4497752091508883948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/4497752091508883948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2010/08/lifes-unpredictable-just-do-whatever.html' title='Life&apos;s unpredictable, just do whatever you feel is right to fill up your day.'/><author><name>Ah Lynn; Yumiko's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10808136561907649290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TCnoQY9SEBI/AAAAAAAAB0A/s2XnEIlt6Vo/S220/hkhfsffs.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TG3lVY3M6mI/AAAAAAAAB1E/3AaNPDWIGOk/s72-c/NM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669385279178223109.post-1262574894317585384</id><published>2010-08-08T10:12:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T11:38:55.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YOG stuffs is keeping me real busy!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So you thought I'm reffering to you? Dream on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TF4xLjjkfmI/AAAAAAAAB04/odp5jDklpDM/s320/kjj.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TF4ylPiYguI/AAAAAAAAB08/he3OzOulmt0/s1600/ksjds.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TF4ylPiYguI/AAAAAAAAB08/he3OzOulmt0/s320/ksjds.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TF4R9aSyE3I/AAAAAAAAB0s/wkHtEP5m5TI/s320/Photo0026.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TF4SHOxyvnI/AAAAAAAAB0w/fVnc5oum3OU/s1600/Photo0024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TF4SHOxyvnI/AAAAAAAAB0w/fVnc5oum3OU/s320/Photo0024.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;YOG training @ Scape.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Universal Studio, wait for me!! :DDDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Thing's changed, it changed to a way that I wished it to be. But strangely, it also holds me back. Something holds me back from stepping into a brand new me. And so a few minor problems had solved, but the biggest one remained. Perhaps I'll say I could not have redo this coming, but truthfully things have been wrong between me for some time. Time heals and I'm sure in time I'll build a new life again. A brand new one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Human beings learnt by mistakes, human beings don't cherish people around them only when they lose them, human beings is the weirdest creature on the earth. It includes me too. Sometimes I don't even know what I really want. When I've made up my mind to strive on it, I don't have confident in myself. And without confident, things won't go on smoothly. I hoped that whatever I do now, it'll helped me to be successful person in the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669385279178223109-1262574894317585384?l=delicate-antique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/feeds/1262574894317585384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2010/08/youll-never-know-what-will-happen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/1262574894317585384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/1262574894317585384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2010/08/youll-never-know-what-will-happen.html' title='YOG stuffs is keeping me real busy!!'/><author><name>Ah Lynn; Yumiko's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10808136561907649290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TCnoQY9SEBI/AAAAAAAAB0A/s2XnEIlt6Vo/S220/hkhfsffs.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TF4xLjjkfmI/AAAAAAAAB04/odp5jDklpDM/s72-c/kjj.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669385279178223109.post-429369507832191210</id><published>2010-07-25T15:02:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T16:50:27.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zero Inspiration.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="475" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TEv6bQh6jgI/AAAAAAAAB0o/0SR_sMV6pmk/s640/PhotoFunia-296b9c.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Adults often complain teenagers, saying we're self-absorbed, defiant and stubborn. We think that we're at the center of the universe. But those people don't look closely enough. We're also human beings with imagination, longings, hopes and aspirations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669385279178223109-429369507832191210?l=delicate-antique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/feeds/429369507832191210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2010/07/zero-inspiration.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/429369507832191210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/429369507832191210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2010/07/zero-inspiration.html' title='Zero Inspiration.'/><author><name>Ah Lynn; Yumiko's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10808136561907649290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TCnoQY9SEBI/AAAAAAAAB0A/s2XnEIlt6Vo/S220/hkhfsffs.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TEv6bQh6jgI/AAAAAAAAB0o/0SR_sMV6pmk/s72-c/PhotoFunia-296b9c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669385279178223109.post-3029623766745024975</id><published>2010-07-22T09:35:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T10:28:45.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I believed in myself.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" height="464" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TF4VsfBnkHI/AAAAAAAAB00/wxOwQABlRNo/s640/dsf+(6).jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks for those who wish me happy birthday. They include Aaron Kwok, Ben Ong, Gerald, Stellah, Huimin, Ben Goh, Xiuli, Kelvin Leo, Kailing, Grace, Sheryl, Jaime, Aloysius, Cheryl, Zheng jie, Zining, Bernie Tan, Kenneth, Sherina, Hadi and Sini.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Thanks for the wishes!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I went clubbing with my 2 sisters after I turn 18. Hahahah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couple of weeks ago, me and my mom saw a elderly fell down at Tiong Bahru bus-stop. My mom, my sist and I helped him up. After that he told us he don't even have the money to eat, so my mom generously took out 10 bucks and gave him. Then I was looking at the old man and I didint really believed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After few days, me and Melody went to the bus-stop, and we saw that old man again. Surprisingly he was still pretending felling down, after that said that he was pathetic and all. When I looked at his walking stick, (or whatever it is called), it looks rather familiar. Then that was the time when I recalled, before me and my mom saw him fell down, I already saw him once at the same bus-stop. It was when I took the escalator up the the second level, I saw an elderly fell down, and others was helping him up. And that was him, acting pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isint he dumb? Why go to the same old places to fell down, act pity and then asked people for money? LOL, I wished him many luck not to get caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P/S: My six sense very accurate one okay.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669385279178223109-3029623766745024975?l=delicate-antique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/feeds/3029623766745024975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-believed-in-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/3029623766745024975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/3029623766745024975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-believed-in-myself.html' title='I believed in myself.'/><author><name>Ah Lynn; Yumiko's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10808136561907649290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TCnoQY9SEBI/AAAAAAAAB0A/s2XnEIlt6Vo/S220/hkhfsffs.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TF4VsfBnkHI/AAAAAAAAB00/wxOwQABlRNo/s72-c/dsf+(6).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669385279178223109.post-3606773301702501579</id><published>2010-07-08T08:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T11:22:45.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want a happy family.</title><content type='html'>• Time check; 8.55am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3D was fun, but tough. It seems that I have to work very hard in order for me to get good grades. I cannot afford to miss a lesson. But unfortunetly, I skipped school today due to some family stuffs. &lt;i&gt;Unpredictable&lt;/i&gt;. And this seriously scares me. God &lt;b&gt;bless her&lt;/b&gt; please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669385279178223109-3606773301702501579?l=delicate-antique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/feeds/3606773301702501579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-want-happy-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/3606773301702501579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/3606773301702501579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-want-happy-family.html' title='I want a happy family.'/><author><name>Ah Lynn; Yumiko's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10808136561907649290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TCnoQY9SEBI/AAAAAAAAB0A/s2XnEIlt6Vo/S220/hkhfsffs.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669385279178223109.post-198919789919758038</id><published>2010-07-02T13:00:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T13:18:18.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Utter Humiliation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TC1yQm3roWI/AAAAAAAAB0g/lLDqV45uxSo/s320/kzfljsf.JPG" width="246" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Question:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;If you were happy with your boyfriend,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but he wasn't happy with you, was that happiness real?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two more days to school re-open. First period, 3D Rhino. Can I do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate Griller yesterday with two of my sisters. It's been a long time since we went out together. It was a fun day though. ^^ After eating, er jie went to do her face, me and da jie went to do our hair. Da jie trimmed her hair and do treatment, I took out my extendsion, wash and treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Answer:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;No.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669385279178223109-198919789919758038?l=delicate-antique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/feeds/198919789919758038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2010/07/question-if-you-were-happy-with-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/198919789919758038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/198919789919758038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2010/07/question-if-you-were-happy-with-your.html' title='Utter Humiliation.'/><author><name>Ah Lynn; Yumiko's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10808136561907649290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TCnoQY9SEBI/AAAAAAAAB0A/s2XnEIlt6Vo/S220/hkhfsffs.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TC1yQm3roWI/AAAAAAAAB0g/lLDqV45uxSo/s72-c/kzfljsf.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669385279178223109.post-4085268861623052714</id><published>2010-06-29T18:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T15:01:43.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're not my match.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ru="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TCnJE-OzMsI/AAAAAAAABz4/R_endsu9PQM/s320/kjjsdfs.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TCnKOLGkCwI/AAAAAAAABz8/vA3Bg_oNDkY/s1600/ajskdjsld.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ru="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TCnKOLGkCwI/AAAAAAAABz8/vA3Bg_oNDkY/s320/ajskdjsld.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ru="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TCnF4_m41FI/AAAAAAAABzk/1w-w0SYByZs/s320/DSC03271.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TCnGQhtaoWI/AAAAAAAABzo/nTl5NJFV1E0/s1600/DSC03272.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ru="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TCnGQhtaoWI/AAAAAAAABzo/nTl5NJFV1E0/s320/DSC03272.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YOG breifing @ RJC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TCnGe3M6wCI/AAAAAAAABzs/AfBB2Gfmh1c/s1600/DSC00018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ru="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TCnGe3M6wCI/AAAAAAAABzs/AfBB2Gfmh1c/s400/DSC00018.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;YOG training @ Nanyang Polytechnic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ru="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TCnGohI7cGI/AAAAAAAABzw/0qXtyKAfiwk/s320/DSC00020.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TCnG0EDthDI/AAAAAAAABz0/_Tewo_guVKg/s1600/DSC00019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ru="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TCnG0EDthDI/AAAAAAAABz0/_Tewo_guVKg/s320/DSC00019.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Xiu Li took these two photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wanted to strived and acheieved for the best for my own sake, but one thing pulled me down, and thats laziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you believe me if I say I'm the laziest person in my family? Lazy to put my legs together to make things done quickly. But I love drawing, its my passion. Even if there's lots of assignments or lot's of sketches for me to be done, I'll sit down there and draw for many hours. Thats the reason why I choosed Product Designing course isin't it? I admit I'm being too lazy for the past 6 months in school. I don't revised much for my exams. It's all last minute revision, and it didin't get into my brain. It didin't work that well for me. But for the next one and a half year, I'll definitely buck up. No last minute revision or last minute work in my dictionary, ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm being a little too paranoid. I used to live my life as if the human race was about to become extinct, like nothing really mattered.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to feel &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;no-life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669385279178223109-4085268861623052714?l=delicate-antique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/feeds/4085268861623052714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2010/06/youre-not-my-match.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/4085268861623052714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/4085268861623052714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2010/06/youre-not-my-match.html' title='You&apos;re not my match.'/><author><name>Ah Lynn; Yumiko's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10808136561907649290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TCnoQY9SEBI/AAAAAAAAB0A/s2XnEIlt6Vo/S220/hkhfsffs.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TCnJE-OzMsI/AAAAAAAABz4/R_endsu9PQM/s72-c/kjjsdfs.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669385279178223109.post-5904921929255610738</id><published>2010-06-23T17:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T17:59:47.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It hurts so terribly, horribly much.</title><content type='html'>Here's a short post to keep my blog alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From joy to sorrow or from sorrow to joy?&amp;nbsp;For me, I want it the second way.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This wasn't the first time I'd made a fool of myself. But on my top-ten list of foolish behavior, this obviously ranked number one. It wasn't just dumb. It was absolute, total idiocy. What am I suppose to do? What I'm doing now was nothing less than the ultimate and absolute act of self-humiliation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uhm, confidential.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday went training with Hadi and Xiu li at Nanyang Polytechnic, from 11am all the way to 9pm. Pretty exhausted by the time I reached home. I received a call from YOG saying that they're going to change my venue to Singapore Indoor Stadium instead of Scape. I've joined long ago, in the end they said no slot for me. What is this?! ): I guessed I'm not going without my classmates with me, it'll be boring. I'm not the type that will communicate well with other stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Frankly speaking, I'm&lt;strong&gt; not &lt;/strong&gt;a noble person. I want you to know that I'm brave. I want every guy in the whole wide world to know that I'm not a girl that can get bully of.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669385279178223109-5904921929255610738?l=delicate-antique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/feeds/5904921929255610738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2010/06/it-hurts-so-terribly-horribly-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/5904921929255610738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/5904921929255610738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2010/06/it-hurts-so-terribly-horribly-much.html' title='It hurts so terribly, horribly much.'/><author><name>Ah Lynn; Yumiko's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10808136561907649290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TCnoQY9SEBI/AAAAAAAAB0A/s2XnEIlt6Vo/S220/hkhfsffs.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669385279178223109.post-5287679371588146694</id><published>2010-06-12T10:21:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T17:04:38.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grumpy or Happy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" qu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TBMlSLFL8UI/AAAAAAAABzg/LCatWkaQI0s/s320/;kgd.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Things are so easy to do, so hard to undo.&lt;br /&gt;I made a mental note of that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I discovered I'm very bad at letting people see me hurting. I just think the most sensible thing would be to keep all doors open. Don't you agree with that? Yes. People should be careful to lock up after themselves, both the doors leading to love and ones leading away from love. I know how terrible this is going to sound. Letting go is not a specialty of mine. In fact, it seems to be something I was born with. Or born without, I should say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I have the right to kill guys using love as a murder weapon? Oh my god, just think. That's somehow stunningly cool isin't it? Duh, you can say my wire in my brian has un-plug. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always been blinded by jealousy and wounded by pride. I look back to that moment. I see it as the real heart of where things began to go wrong. Not that things were really wrong. Unprecedented-crazy wrong. I do feel a little pang when things went wrong for me. I tried to think about nothing, but couldn't do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I mostly returned an ignorant, questioning stare when people approached me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;新三字经！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人之初，谈恋爱，总失败，不懂爱，请走开，怕伤害，别过来，受过伤，爬起来，遇到爱，请再来，恋爱时，心放开，小心眼，不自在，路边花，不要采，对感情，要忠诚，不埋怨，不欺骗，当不爱，手放开，你不爱，有人爱，分手时，笑常开，这年头，寻真爱，别期待，遇到事，要想开，不懂她，别瞎猜，猜错了，不生气，那才怪，伤感情，是小事，失去爱，划不来，想离开，说拜拜，现时代，没人爱，不奇怪，是单身，没大碍，无老婆，才自在，想要爱，别无奈，请等待，爱会来，有恋人，别人追，请走开，他看见，不误会，才怪怪，别发呆，这时代，就奇怪，你爱的，她不爱，爱你的，你不采，唯伤害，走过来，不要怕，跟我来，新时代，真奇怪!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669385279178223109-5287679371588146694?l=delicate-antique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/feeds/5287679371588146694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2010/06/grumpy-or-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/5287679371588146694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/5287679371588146694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2010/06/grumpy-or-happy.html' title='Grumpy or Happy?'/><author><name>Ah Lynn; Yumiko's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10808136561907649290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TCnoQY9SEBI/AAAAAAAAB0A/s2XnEIlt6Vo/S220/hkhfsffs.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TBMlSLFL8UI/AAAAAAAABzg/LCatWkaQI0s/s72-c/;kgd.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669385279178223109.post-8844095198956265782</id><published>2010-06-08T17:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T17:53:32.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's how selfish I know I am.</title><content type='html'>People die of love. I'm one of the few who'll admit it. That dosen't mean it isin't true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take all the people who died yesterday, or last week, or last year. Subtract all the sucides and the so-called accidents of the brokenhearted. Take away the men who got blown away for being in the wrong bed at the wrong moment, the women in abusive marriages who died of cancer because they couldn't find any other exit from their lives. All the AIDS deaths except from the needles and the transfutions, the ones they call the innocent victims. Like if you have sex, you're guilty. Deserved just what you got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now tell me who all you've got left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without love the world would be overpopulated, except that without love it wouldn't be populated at all. Love giverth and love taken away and all that crap. You'll probably say all those people died from the lack of love, but I say it's two sides of the same coin. So it's the same coin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;- Catherine Ryan Hyde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why dwell on ancient history? I don't want to re-visit that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669385279178223109-8844095198956265782?l=delicate-antique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/feeds/8844095198956265782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2010/06/thats-how-selfish-i-know-i-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/8844095198956265782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/8844095198956265782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2010/06/thats-how-selfish-i-know-i-am.html' title='That&apos;s how selfish I know I am.'/><author><name>Ah Lynn; Yumiko's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10808136561907649290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TCnoQY9SEBI/AAAAAAAAB0A/s2XnEIlt6Vo/S220/hkhfsffs.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669385279178223109.post-1731372707646684255</id><published>2010-06-03T16:38:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T18:00:35.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I will Knock You Down.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TAxaKBBuFLI/AAAAAAAABzM/jVyjgijm2no/s400/pp.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;From left to right; Linda (Er jie), Me, Michelle (Da jie) and her friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" qu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TAxa5BASGgI/AAAAAAAABzQ/7lwklUaL5Yc/s320/jlsfsdf.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TAxbI1vAehI/AAAAAAAABzU/1191DtaGwg0/s1600/meanderjie.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" qu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TAxbI1vAehI/AAAAAAAABzU/1191DtaGwg0/s320/meanderjie.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TAxYdTjJxXI/AAAAAAAABzI/KyZ5NjIZYRA/s1600/DSC03201.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TAxYdTjJxXI/AAAAAAAABzI/KyZ5NjIZYRA/s320/DSC03201.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" qu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TAxXNvhWPtI/AAAAAAAABzE/6zz2SgugPs0/s320/gsjffsk.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It seems that god is playing a fool with me. When I'm very confident and say that it won't ever happened to me, god see's my confident and want to let it happened on me. Don't ever say things without thinking twice, I've regretted. I hate this. I've made the matter worst.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't know what to do then is right, and I don't know what's the problem I'm facing now. &lt;strong&gt;I DON'T KNOW.&lt;/strong&gt; I don't want to pull you in this matter and then in the end people say I'm the bad one. Why do credit always goes to you but not me? Why do people around&amp;nbsp;us thinks that you're better than me? I hate those falsed statement, they didin't make the fact's right. I'm always the one that remained silent all the way and putting fake smile and fake mask infront of you. Tell me, why is my life so hard to live?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669385279178223109-1731372707646684255?l=delicate-antique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/feeds/1731372707646684255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2010/06/fever-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/1731372707646684255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/1731372707646684255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2010/06/fever-now.html' title='I will Knock You Down.'/><author><name>Ah Lynn; Yumiko's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10808136561907649290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TCnoQY9SEBI/AAAAAAAAB0A/s2XnEIlt6Vo/S220/hkhfsffs.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TAxaKBBuFLI/AAAAAAAABzM/jVyjgijm2no/s72-c/pp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669385279178223109.post-5226846895918673412</id><published>2010-06-02T09:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T10:31:32.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful liar.</title><content type='html'>My birthday is coming soon on the 10th July, Saturday. I've got some plans on my mind, feel like going to Escape to have fun again. =x Hoping to go back to Bugis-Street to work in my holidays to earn some pocket money to use on my birthday itself. I swear I gonna play until like mad for this year's birthday! I don't know who to ask. If you want, give me a text then. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a type that gets nostalgic easily. Laughing is therapeutic. I want the the feeling, to be myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being single makes one more vulnerable. Everyone has their soft spot: once activated, the emotion can ride like a roller-coaster. An ex has expired; discard them and get a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was once being stucked in love. This guy makes me fall for him, and then we're same as any other couples, we broke-off in the end. My heart just couldn't open for other people for some time. Just because of my own wilfullness, I've lose out a lot of good opportunies out there. I didin't see it, I didin't realised it. Until, I've completed let him go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime how I wish there's a person beside me to go through ups and downs with me, I yearned it very much. But still, sometimes I still wants to be single. The feeling was like 50%-50% to me now. However, I still can't unravel this myth for myself. I don't know what I really want and what I really wants to be. Many failed relationships between couples are due to one-sided love or infatuation, of lack of understanding of the other half. Some problems goes to the guys that go for looks. Looks is one thing, character is another thing. Don't you think so? Lets say, If there is real trusting relationship between you both, it will last no matter the circumstances. If there's no more trust between the couples, chances of quarrelling over small little matters are very high. Even the tiniest matters in the whole wide world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in a relationship, I kept on questioning myself; 'Is there anything I can do to salvage what seems to be the dying of our relationship?' I was like crying for quite a few times when my heart aches. Even jealousy stuffs could make my tears flows like nobody's business. I know it may sound abit lunatic to you. Well, I did not say that my guy is always the one that did the wrong stuffs and make me cry. I admit sometime I'm the one being bad-tempered too. Like what others say, we girls tends to think too much, sometimes it may just make the matter's worsen. You see, it's the same to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My woes are my past memories. It always flashed back no matter how hard I tried to forget it, it just came back to my mind, like a daily routine. Eh hem. But well, I already know what I'm gonna do already. I guessed those who knows me well will know. ^^ After all, I don't want to be a abject failure. So, let's see what kind of girl will Lynn become after a few more months later okay? (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669385279178223109-5226846895918673412?l=delicate-antique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/feeds/5226846895918673412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-guessed-im-crazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/5226846895918673412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/5226846895918673412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-guessed-im-crazy.html' title='Beautiful liar.'/><author><name>Ah Lynn; Yumiko's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10808136561907649290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TCnoQY9SEBI/AAAAAAAAB0A/s2XnEIlt6Vo/S220/hkhfsffs.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669385279178223109.post-7408175124127131979</id><published>2010-05-14T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T14:32:20.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You stays, I leave.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; 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Yumiko's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10808136561907649290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TCnoQY9SEBI/AAAAAAAAB0A/s2XnEIlt6Vo/S220/hkhfsffs.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/S-zrvwPcBzI/AAAAAAAAByI/JdJ9r2y6LEE/s72-c/kjdslfs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669385279178223109.post-6733682697377682653</id><published>2010-05-08T10:56:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T12:17:18.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're on my heart just like a tattoo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Things to be done;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;s&gt;Fish tank, research.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;s&gt;Harvester.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;s&gt;6 Hair dryer, research.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;s&gt;6 Shaver, research.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;s&gt;Torch light, 10 images.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Revision on 2 point perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17th of May, Monday&lt;/strong&gt; onwards is my exam already. During the exam, we'll be given either hair dryer or shaver, draw 5 designs of it and lastly, 1 final sketch.&amp;nbsp;Duration only 3 hour. That means each drawings I can only spent half an hour on it. I don't know whether I'm able to draw all or not. Worst of all, we have to draw using 1 or 2 point perspective, and make use of what we've been learning for these couple of months. LYNN PEIQI, JIAYOU!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st May 2010, Saturday&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;-&lt;/strong&gt; Have party at Marina Square Kbox with my family. I've been approached a few times for number. &amp;gt;,&amp;lt; Jacky's illness act up again, her face looked damn pale at that time. Felt kinda sad for her. I was really shocked and stunned at that moment, cause she's just right infront of me yet I cannot do anything for her, Mom is the one asking her to calm down, and she ate her medicine. Evening time find Ben and his friends at Parkway Parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nd May 2010, Sunday -&lt;/strong&gt; Planned to meet Noel, in the end I cancelled cause I was rushing my assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3rd May 2010, Monday -&lt;/strong&gt; Went home after school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4th May 2010, Tuesday -&lt;/strong&gt; After school, ate dinner with Gerald at J8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5th May 2010, Wednesday -&lt;/strong&gt; Went home after school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6th May 2010, Thursday -&lt;/strong&gt; After school, went for the 42km run to get a tee. =x I ran 10 rounds on that day. Gerald came in my school while I'm running, I didin't noticed him. &amp;gt;,&amp;lt; After running, he passed me a bottle of mineral water. Thank you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7th May 2010, Friday -&lt;/strong&gt; After school, do assignments together with Hadi, Luke and Xiu li.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669385279178223109-6733682697377682653?l=delicate-antique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/feeds/6733682697377682653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2010/05/youre-on-my-heart-just-like-tattoo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/6733682697377682653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/6733682697377682653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2010/05/youre-on-my-heart-just-like-tattoo.html' title='You&apos;re on my heart just like a tattoo.'/><author><name>Ah Lynn; Yumiko's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10808136561907649290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TCnoQY9SEBI/AAAAAAAAB0A/s2XnEIlt6Vo/S220/hkhfsffs.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669385279178223109.post-563412550512902955</id><published>2010-04-30T16:44:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T10:46:38.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I felt that I'm on the verge of regconition. (:</title><content type='html'>I have no idea why blogger can't upload pictures!! Arugh. Sigh, next time then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guessed what. This morning when the moment I woke up, I went to the toilet. And to my surprised, right side of my lips were bleeding. There's dried blood stained on my lips, looks pretty disgusting. It's not the the first time I bite my lips while sleeping alreay, but I don't even know it. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The secret is the practice. Practice and persevere. If you stick at something, you get better. At the start, you make mistakes. You stumble and fail. But keep on at it and seddenly the trick becomes second nature to you. You don't know how you couldn't do it before. If you practice, you can make the impossible seem easy. Always remember; The road to sucess is not straight, there is a curve called failure. (:&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24th April 2010, Saturday&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;- &lt;/strong&gt;Went Bugis with Aaron Kwok and Xiu li.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25th April 2010, Sunday - &lt;/strong&gt;Out with Xiuli to Paza Sing's to do our assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26th April 2010, Monday -&lt;/strong&gt; After school went to find Huimin at Tiong Bahru Plaza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27th April 2010, Tuesday -&lt;/strong&gt; Went Plaza Sing with Xiu li after school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28th April 2010, Wednesday -&lt;/strong&gt; After school, have my lunch with Aaron lancelot, Hadi, Wai long and Xiu li at 'Just Acia'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29th April 2010, Thursday (Yesterday) -&lt;/strong&gt; After school, went Bugis with Xiu li to do our assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30th April 2010, Friday -&amp;nbsp; (Today) -&lt;/strong&gt; After school, have my lunch at J8 with Aaron lancelot, Hadi, Hafiz and Luke. After that I decided to went home instead of going out cause I'm broke. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard from lecturer said that Poly design students are learning those stuffs same as us. ITE students learn earlier and this benefits us. My shading improved alot already, cause I helped alot of my classmates do their work. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime i still cry for the past.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669385279178223109-563412550512902955?l=delicate-antique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/feeds/563412550512902955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-felt-that-im-on-verge-of-regconition.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/563412550512902955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/563412550512902955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-felt-that-im-on-verge-of-regconition.html' title='I felt that I&apos;m on the verge of regconition. (:'/><author><name>Ah Lynn; Yumiko's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10808136561907649290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TCnoQY9SEBI/AAAAAAAAB0A/s2XnEIlt6Vo/S220/hkhfsffs.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669385279178223109.post-284874442743444887</id><published>2010-04-24T13:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T13:56:04.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Control your mind, don't let your mind control you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;My 6 sense is always right, don't play a fool with me I tell you first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believed in&lt;strong&gt; 'Retribution.&lt;/strong&gt;' If you've done bad things, you'll get your punishment. But why didin't I see the retribution that you should get? You still have the cheek to tell the NEA people those negative coments about us. My, my. How boastful you sound. You excels at spouting nonsense. Use my kindness, if you feel so inclined. All right? How dull can you be, Lixia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days ago, i went Bugis to hunt for my bag with Sister. I went to my workplace, uncle and auntie was smiling happily when they saw me. &amp;gt;,&amp;lt; When I'm looking at those new arrivals at the shop, I kept on knock until their bags and uncle kept on pick up for me. But I don't know, until uncle laughing and said: 'Aiyoh, Peiqi arh!!' HAHAHA, very cute siah. And uncle gaved me a&lt;em&gt; 'Very Special Discount'.&lt;/em&gt; But I didin't buy, LOL. The design cannot attract me. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22th April 2010, Thursday -&lt;/strong&gt; After school, help Jin da with his assignments together with Xiu li at Junction 8 Mac. Jin da said he's afraid of me cause I look very ah lian. -.- LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23th April 2010, Friday (Yesterday) -&lt;/strong&gt; Camwhore with Huimin at Marina Barrage. Will upload photos soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24th April 2010, Saturday (Today) -&lt;/strong&gt; Planned to go Sheesha with cliques, but in the end cancalled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669385279178223109-284874442743444887?l=delicate-antique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/feeds/284874442743444887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2010/04/control-your-mind-dont-let-your-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/284874442743444887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/284874442743444887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2010/04/control-your-mind-dont-let-your-mind.html' title='Control your mind, don&apos;t let your mind control you.'/><author><name>Ah Lynn; Yumiko's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10808136561907649290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TCnoQY9SEBI/AAAAAAAAB0A/s2XnEIlt6Vo/S220/hkhfsffs.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669385279178223109.post-8281895788288882118</id><published>2010-04-18T10:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T18:01:05.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here comes the pain.</title><content type='html'>Hi all. I've been participating in some events outside school to earn more GPA points. One event coming up soon is Youth Olympic Game, YOG. I will be a crew there helping out at Orchard area. Hope everything will go on smoothly for me. Will update more about this few weeks later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been attending school these couple of days. Can say that I'm quite pack wtih school assignments and stuffs. Exmas coming real soon, I'm afraid of getting poor grades. You know, my own expectations in ITE are totally different in secondary school life that I had than before. I want everything to be perfect. LOL, actions speak louder than words, I know. But no worries, I will buck up no matter what. And seriously, I got to lose some pounds already! I've been eating and drinking whenever I'm stress up. Can rather say, I could even do my assignments with tibits holding in my hands. I mean, if I spent less time feeding my mouth and more time exercising, I wouldn't be in that bloody state! I know friends around me would say; 'Hell, seriously you don't have to slim down anymore. You look pretty good in this shape already.' Tsk, they just don't understand me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pretty excited for the&lt;strong&gt; LAST DAY&lt;/strong&gt; submission of all assignments. Cause all my hard work will be shown to the lecturer on that particular day. I slept quite early the night before, but woke up at 10am in the next morning instead of 6am. And my lesson ended at 11am. So I prepared as fast as I could, then rush out of my house. On the way down, I called Mom and shouted at her and asked why didin't she wake me up. &lt;strong&gt;I SWEAR I'LL CRY IF ALL MY HARD WORK HAD GONE DOWN TO THE DRAIN.&lt;/strong&gt; Somehow she understood how nervous I am, so she asked me to withdraw money from her account to take cab down to my school. So I rushed to my market's ATM machine, a uncle was like taking his own sweet time pressing the ATM buttons. I wanted to scream at him but I calm myself down. When it's finally my turn, then I know there's not much money inside that account. -.- Then I thought I'm dead this time, cause it's already 10.30am. When my lecturer said LAST DAY OF SUBMISSION, he mean it. He won't give me extra time for sure. I called Mom, then she told me she already called uncle to fetch me from there. Amazingly, my uncle came within 10 minutes!! I hopped in his lorry, and I reached school at 11.05am! His driving skills was awesome okay! Although he drove too fast and it seems quite scary to me, LOL. Then he still gave me 20 bucks . &amp;gt;,&amp;lt; My uncle very good hor? (: When I reached my class, my lecturer still there. LOL. I got almost 3 chop for all assignments, I was like jumping for joy. And he asked my classmates to take a look at some of my assingments also, hohohoho! So happy! It's worth it to rushed down to school on that day. The day before holiday, lecturer was still nagging at me for being lazy. But now he still praised some of my work and say he like my drawings. You see, work hard and you'll get what you really wanted. Although this few weeks I'm really stress about these assignments. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realised that I'm an ignorant person. Someone might judge me or criticized me behind my back. I know some of you loathe me, but do nothing to help it. As I've mentioned it before, I'm tiep up with my school stuffs, so don't bother texting or calling me so oftenly to flare me up. I can get pretty fucked up when I'm concentrating on my work, then someone disturbed my by asking me 'bo liao' stuffs. I have short term memory. When I'm being disturb while concentrating, my mind will be blank after that. That pissed me off. I've been repeating this sentence umpteen times already; 'What do you need? I don't have all day like you do.' If you're a ''nobody'' to me, then don't act like you are. I won't bother to answer all your unanswerable quentions, I'm not interested at all. You know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16th April 2010 -&lt;/strong&gt; After school, do assignments with Luke, Wan ling and Xiu li.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17th April 2010&lt;em&gt; (Yesterday)&lt;/em&gt; -&lt;/strong&gt; Do assignments with Hadi, Wai long and xiu Xiu li @ Plaza Sing's SMU. Have our lunch at 'Just Acia' before doing our work. Hadi kept making us laugh like mad, and we couldn't even eat properly, then keep choke. LOL. Two girls beside us was laughing like mad also. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18th April 2010&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Today)&lt;/em&gt; -&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Going&amp;nbsp;Clementi's Mac later on to do assignments with with Hadi, Wai long and Xiu li.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669385279178223109-8281895788288882118?l=delicate-antique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/feeds/8281895788288882118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2010/04/here-comes-pain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/8281895788288882118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/8281895788288882118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2010/04/here-comes-pain.html' title='Here comes the pain.'/><author><name>Ah Lynn; Yumiko's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10808136561907649290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TCnoQY9SEBI/AAAAAAAAB0A/s2XnEIlt6Vo/S220/hkhfsffs.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669385279178223109.post-4135170340797635128</id><published>2010-04-16T17:36:00.027+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T13:33:16.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My life = meaningless, without you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;G, HAPPY BIRTHDAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few days ago, I got pissed off about one thing. Seriously make me damn pissed. One day, when my school ended at 5pm or 6pm, I went library to borrow some product desgining books for reference. After that I rushed home, cause I wanna do my assignments quickly. By the time I reached home it's already 7+ going to 8pm. When the moment I stepped into the house, I received da jie's phone call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Da jie:&lt;/strong&gt; Hey, where you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Just reached home, why leh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Da jie:&lt;/strong&gt; Just reach home arh? How come? Eh, now you faster come down redhill market. Now, faster arh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Why? Tell me first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Da jie:&lt;/strong&gt; Just come down and you'll know lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Okok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(She kupp the phone after that.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went down as fast as I could, I thought she wanted me to help her to carry some stuffs or something. Then I was wondering, will she asked me to help her to work today? Why would she asked me to go down redhill market for no reason? After that I called Mom and told her, I said maybe sister asking me to work today. I know Mom will stand at my side here and help me, she know I've got lots of assignments need to rush recently. Cause if I didin't went home after many hours, she'll call da jie and ask me to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when the moment I saw my da jie, she was holding a plastic bag full of questionnaires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; You asked me come down for what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Da jie:&lt;/strong&gt; Work with me. Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; HUH?! WHAT?! I thought you say you can go work alone already lor? I just came home from school and I haven't even bathe and eat yet, then you want ask me go work now?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Da jie:&lt;/strong&gt; Aiyah, don't need bathe lah. Later also will perspire one, I need run many blocks you know! Orh, then you go bread shop buy bread eat first lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; I got assignments also you know or not? -.- (I give one buay song face.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Da jie:&lt;/strong&gt; Hanah hanah, then you asked Linda come down to help me lor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home after that.&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine this happening to yourself. How would you react? -.- Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, You liang told me next semester he's gonna apply the course he wanted in Singapore Polytechnic already. I remembered his results in secondary school wasn't that good, but now he made it to polytechnic! Awwww, I jealous already lah. =x Kill me kill me!! ): I still got another 1 more year to go, I regret wasting 1 year you know?!?! AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! Kill me please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind has shut off, feel like jumping on my bed right now and sleep. LOL!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669385279178223109-4135170340797635128?l=delicate-antique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/feeds/4135170340797635128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-days-meaningless-without-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/4135170340797635128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/4135170340797635128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-days-meaningless-without-you.html' title='My life = meaningless, without you.'/><author><name>Ah Lynn; Yumiko's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10808136561907649290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TCnoQY9SEBI/AAAAAAAAB0A/s2XnEIlt6Vo/S220/hkhfsffs.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669385279178223109.post-3605837029969376490</id><published>2010-04-11T15:23:00.028+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T18:23:11.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be my own SHERO.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;没有期望就不会失望。加油, 你行的。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Lynnnn 佩琪; 别气馁, 冲啊!! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heheheh, it's from a Taiwan &amp;amp; Korean drama.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi hi. Well, actually wanted to show you my nu er's cute little face, but I've no idea why blogger cannot upload those pictures! She's 3 years old this year,&amp;nbsp;very cute one.&amp;nbsp;Her face chubby than me you know! Hahahaha. Tsk, no lah no lah. She's my gan nu er. -.- Next time then show you. =x&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Ahem!! Alright, let me tell you something hilarious. &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Mom went home at 9.20pm. She bought Mac for our dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;While eating Mac and watching my drama;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom:&lt;/strong&gt; You know hor, Meloday very smart eh. She learned a new song, and that's 'Happy Birthday'. She played on a piano for me, I very touched leh! Woah, she's the only one that remember my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; (Thinking: Then I suddenly remember mom's birthday is on the April.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without thinking much, I said: 'Oh, ya hor. Your birthday is on the 16th April.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom:&lt;/strong&gt; It's on the 13th April lah please. What kind of daughter are you, own mother's birthday also will forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me &lt;em&gt;(sreaming):&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Oh my god, it's G birthday on the 16th April. &lt;em&gt;(Thinking: Why would I forgotten and thought it's mom's birthday?)&lt;/em&gt; I was staring at my burger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom:&lt;/strong&gt; Woah, he more important than me is it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; No lah, LOL. &lt;em&gt;(Feeling real guilty.)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom:&lt;/strong&gt; Ni men hen bu xiao leh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Aiyoh, still got 3 more days mah. &lt;em&gt;(Thinking: Maybe I think of G's birthdate too much already then forgot Mom's birthday. What can I do for her this year? My pay delayed until next month. Arugh, stupid NEA.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;First time in my life time that I've forgotten it's mom's birthday.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;First time in my life time that I did not plan anything for her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;First time in my life time that I'm not the first one to wish her happy birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Oh god, what kind of daughter am I. Tsk, I'm feeling damn guilty now.&lt;br /&gt;I know Mom's hinting me yesterday night. Well, I guess I'm way too stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's re-opening tomorrow. Actually I'm feeling quite happy cause I prefer going to school rather than rotting at home&amp;nbsp;or go out to kill my time. Another few reasons is, going to school can make my day more meaningful and I can take my pocket-money!! Heh. My mom's&lt;em&gt; so so so&lt;/em&gt; bad. She won't give me allowance when I'm having my holidays. Tsk. Alright, will update my blog or twitter once I'm free. Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669385279178223109-3605837029969376490?l=delicate-antique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/feeds/3605837029969376490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2010/04/ill-be-my-own-shero.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/3605837029969376490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/3605837029969376490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2010/04/ill-be-my-own-shero.html' title='I&apos;ll be my own SHERO.'/><author><name>Ah Lynn; Yumiko's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10808136561907649290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TCnoQY9SEBI/AAAAAAAAB0A/s2XnEIlt6Vo/S220/hkhfsffs.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669385279178223109.post-4737083082646183098</id><published>2010-04-10T10:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T10:32:54.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 weeks of holiday seems like months to me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Good news.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you wat happened recently. Sister not going divorced anymore, she asked me to helped her to fax to the lawyer firm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bad news.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can't hit the NEA quota, so she told me; 'You die die also must help me okay. You &lt;strong&gt;MUST&lt;/strong&gt; work for me.' And recently, I have alot of assignments need to rush. So stress that I go really crazy, and I text her; 'Sist, its not that I don't want to help you, but give me some time okay. I VERY STRESS.' She said okay, but she kept on asking me about the sim card thing. Kept on asking me to text G and ask when can everything be settle. I pissed off until I off my phone for a couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;A VERY BAD NEWS IS....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THAT CAG ACCURSED ME FOR THAT THING AGIAN.&lt;/strong&gt; Oh, god. Tsk, why can't adults handle their own stuffs with tact and don't pull me in. I did nothing wrong, why do adults love to cover themselves and push all the faults to someone that did nothing worng?? They love to do what they like cause they think they're smart. But when things worsen, they just push it to the kids cause they don't want to hurt themselves. They thought kids are innocent and nothing will happen to them? Then they are absolutely wrong. Firstly, I'm not a kid. I know whats happening in this family. I want to know why he wants to do this. I want to know why he accursed me until like that. Secondly, I want to know and confirm if I am a burden to them. Thirdly, if their answer is yes, I will leave. Cause someone's gonna chase after me, I know he won't let me off. Tsk, stupid man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have enough of their selfishness. They only thought of themselves and they don't even know that they hurt me. What if I really leave? Will they notice me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently at National Library now, cause I don't wanna stay at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;The dreams of you and me were frequent.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669385279178223109-4737083082646183098?l=delicate-antique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/feeds/4737083082646183098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2010/04/3-weeks-of-holiday-seems-like-months-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/4737083082646183098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/4737083082646183098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2010/04/3-weeks-of-holiday-seems-like-months-to.html' title='3 weeks of holiday seems like months to me.'/><author><name>Ah Lynn; Yumiko's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10808136561907649290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TCnoQY9SEBI/AAAAAAAAB0A/s2XnEIlt6Vo/S220/hkhfsffs.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669385279178223109.post-2533297653896014441</id><published>2010-04-08T19:32:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T10:51:56.364+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying very hard.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Lynn wants a break, she wants a &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;h&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e69138;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guessed I shall stop being lazy and brush up on my work. Recently I've been going out, playing and wasting my own time doing stupid stuffs. I know I can do it if I want to. I don't wish to&amp;nbsp;see everyone&amp;nbsp;losing hope in&amp;nbsp;me and dissapoint&amp;nbsp;them. I find myself wasting this 2 weeks holiday by playing outside and neglecting my assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I don't know what I do that dissapoint you, but everything I do there's a reason behind it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Currently at Bugis National Library, doing my assignments. I meet Hadi at Bugis Mos Burger just now&amp;nbsp;to do our work. I text the other 5 person yesteday and they told me we have to do &lt;strong&gt;ALL OF THEM.&lt;/strong&gt; I know this yestersday, then I started to feel stress already. I thought I only left 4 assignments, but now I got another 7 assignments. There's 11 altogether. Oh my god, I'm toast, deadly toast. &amp;gt;,&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have my dinner together with Hadi at Burger King at around 6+, after that he went home. I thought of going home but I tried to go library again cause I thought maybe there'll be a place for me to do my work. And here I am. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday went Orchard with my precious lady, Huimin. &amp;gt;,&amp;lt; We saw Junyang, we managed to get rid of him but Ion is so small and we met again. -.- LOL. We took neo-print at Cinelesure. Hanging out with her do make me laugh. And I mean, laugh alot. LOL. When I'm unhappy, she'll have heart to heart session with me just hear me whining away. When I'm out with her and don't have enough cash with me, she'll not hesitate and say; 'It's okay, I'll pay for you first.' She's the only one that had seen my happy times and moody times. She've already seen how I go really crazy, and I've got nothing to be ashame of infront of her. We've been friends for 6 year's after all. Hope I'll have this friend with me by my side forever. Bbf okay? 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/S7rWi3WgFeI/AAAAAAAABtk/RHNrInrxmdw/s400/KJJ.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, I perm my hair. How was it? &amp;gt;,&amp;lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/S7raKVg_zdI/AAAAAAAABt8/fcRx9TDU9qg/s200/kjaakda.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/S7rXbMSLhYI/AAAAAAAABto/0SFE4Vq1jro/s200/jhvs.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/S7rXztXr8xI/AAAAAAAABts/Mz5E-SeqRWY/s200/hjkfdsf.JPG" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Someone came personally to my house to passed me a Elmo 2 days ago! Hehehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/S7rY46GAv4I/AAAAAAAABt4/AvTl6kYAZCw/s1600-h/EMLO.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/S7rY46GAv4I/AAAAAAAABt4/AvTl6kYAZCw/s400/EMLO.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh my god, cute hor?! &amp;gt;,&amp;lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'll let time fade the feelings for me. Time is the only medicine that can cure me now. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669385279178223109-5648849669615113610?l=delicate-antique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/feeds/5648849669615113610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-cant-even-define-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/5648849669615113610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/5648849669615113610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-cant-even-define-it.html' title='I can&apos;t even define it.'/><author><name>Ah Lynn; Yumiko's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10808136561907649290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TCnoQY9SEBI/AAAAAAAAB0A/s2XnEIlt6Vo/S220/hkhfsffs.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/S7r-iVN8gVI/AAAAAAAABuA/MGiCkuumxuw/s72-c/Photo+429.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669385279178223109.post-64947845843217771</id><published>2010-04-03T08:25:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T18:27:38.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It just baffles me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/S7aJufTVxeI/AAAAAAAABtc/dSEIYnp2zQo/s320/DSC01321.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/S7aJ3WvE_TI/AAAAAAAABtg/q7HtuD6BK_0/s320/DSC01335.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By looking at people's expression, I know what they're thinking. But why can't I see your's?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've been thinking alot this few weeks. I don't like to feel left out. Even in my dream, it's still the same. I've been telling myself that I'm almost there, but I don't wanna continue to cheat my feelings anymore. I don't feel a wee of feelings for you. J, I'm sorry. It's my fault for using you. I don't want to continue already. I'm weary of this. I won't contact you anymore. Now I know, using a person to forget another person is a kind of silly act. Very silly. Yeah. Lynn, you're almost there. Good luck myself.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31st March 2010;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Around evening time, 2 malay women were fighting downstairs. When my mom reached home from work then she told me one of the malay women is our neighbour. You know how women fight? Simple. Pull other party's hair, finger-nail scratch one another. LOL, it's that simple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This incident reminds me with one of the case that happened when I'm in primary 1 or 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;A girl name 'Fu Qi Hui' accursed me for bulling her in school. I don't know how she spout nonsence infront of her mother. I remembered once my remedial ends, the girl and her mother came towards me. Her mother pulled my ear and walk down to the first floor. That time i was still a little girl, I don't know what to do and how to react. When we past through the office, there are parents there waiting for their children to be dismissed from school. Then I was thinking; 'Mom said today won't fetch me home from school. I'M DEAD.' But to my surprised, mom squeezed out from the crowd and screamed to the women that were still pulling my ear. My mother fight with that women then at last, that women stopped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Up till now, my mother and I still remembered that incident and we both remembered that girl's name very clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'FU QI HUI.'&lt;/strong&gt; LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st April 2010 -&lt;/strong&gt; Meet up with Xiu li at Jurong-East.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nd April 2010 -&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Zinning; Happy Birthday!! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Meet up with Stellah and Zinning at East-Coast. After that headed to Parkway-Parade. Headed to Bugis&amp;nbsp;to find Xiu li after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime songs can encourage you and cheers you up. I'm not saying those sad and heartbreaking songs but referring to those songs that tells you not give up in love, you can survive without him or your Mr. Right will enter your life soon etc. Just think. Those lyrics could make me gained up my confidence and made me set my new goals again to strived hard on that particular thing. I can, so can you. Jiayou. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669385279178223109-64947845843217771?l=delicate-antique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/feeds/64947845843217771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2010/04/it-just-baffles-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/64947845843217771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/64947845843217771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2010/04/it-just-baffles-me.html' title='It just baffles me.'/><author><name>Ah Lynn; Yumiko's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10808136561907649290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TCnoQY9SEBI/AAAAAAAAB0A/s2XnEIlt6Vo/S220/hkhfsffs.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/S7aE27VJneI/AAAAAAAABsY/4h7OFRvTt0w/s72-c/DSC01329.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669385279178223109.post-7873951235596001312</id><published>2010-03-30T18:29:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T08:59:08.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunatic in love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: left;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Currently at Changi Airport with Huimin now. ^^v&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Woah, time passed so fast.&amp;nbsp;March is ending&amp;nbsp;real soon. To be frank, I'm a little weary of Prodcut Design now. Uh, not totally lost interest in it but a little 'boring'. Seriously, I don't like to feel stress and tired myself out. When I'm tired of something, I would on my mp4 player's volume to the max, read a story book, or maybe go out to a park for a walk or something. I could even go out shopping alone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Hmm.. What have I done in this&amp;nbsp;2 weeks holiday? Let me recall. Alright, out of 10 assignments, I've completed 6. I skipped&amp;nbsp;4 of the assignments cause I don't know how to work at it. I guess Mr .oh would nag at me for being lazy again. I know he had generously extended the submission date for all assignments, but the problem is I got no idea on how to draw it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669385279178223109-7873951235596001312?l=delicate-antique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/feeds/7873951235596001312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/7873951235596001312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/7873951235596001312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title='Lunatic in love.'/><author><name>Ah Lynn; Yumiko's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10808136561907649290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TCnoQY9SEBI/AAAAAAAAB0A/s2XnEIlt6Vo/S220/hkhfsffs.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/S7HhXo4-wCI/AAAAAAAABrU/x7TD-GbfSPA/s72-c/Photo+361.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669385279178223109.post-5515466726178918911</id><published>2010-03-29T14:09:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T16:29:52.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time has no meaning in the dream.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/S7BEFEEjOmI/AAAAAAAABrI/13_jlGQgHSI/s400/Hahahaha.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cool eh??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;While watching 'My Sassy Girl episode 23;'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Woah. So many year's already that guy still love that girl. Got so tiong xim de guy meh? Hao nan ren dou si liao lor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Er jie:&lt;/strong&gt; Of course got lah. -.- You haven't met only mah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; I know lah, you want say your boyfriend right? LOL LOL, no need so hao lian. I'll see how long you and him will last then. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Er jie:&lt;/strong&gt; Crazy arh you. Then you leh, forget him already meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Me? Of course lah. After few months jiu forget already. (= You think what? I got people want de okay. (Zzzz, sigh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up till now, my mom still don't know I've gone to clubbing with da jie that day. Then yesterday when I'm lying on mom's bed, I just closed my eyes to rest. Mom's lying beside the bed and watching television. And that's when my er jie came in the room and took the digital camera with her, and she let mom see the pictures that she took with her friend. (Cause she went out with her friend on that particular day then took the digital camera out to take pictures.) Then &lt;strong&gt;I FORGOTTEN INSIDE GOT ME AND MY CLASSMATE'S SHEESHA PICTURE'S&lt;/strong&gt; that I took 1 week ago!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It goes like this....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom:&lt;/strong&gt; Eh, whats that long long thing? Why got smoke one har? Woah, you smoke arh?!?! &lt;em&gt;(She smacked my butt.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Pretend sleeping. &lt;em&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;Thinking:&lt;/strong&gt; Omg, die liao lor.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Er jie:&lt;/strong&gt; No lah, she told me before this one is water vapour lai de, got fruit flavour also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; (&lt;strong&gt;Thinking:&lt;/strong&gt; LOL, lucky that time I anyhow tell her. She save me man.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom:&lt;/strong&gt; Shi meh? How she know all this Ah Beng and Ah Lian de huh? Eh.. got this kind de thing de meh? Then where is this place? Looked like a house eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Er jie:&lt;/strong&gt; Don't know, tomorrow you ask her lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom:&lt;/strong&gt; Tomorrow remember ask me to ask her arh. &lt;em&gt;(Still looking at my sheesha picture's.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Still pretend sleeping.&lt;em&gt; (But I opened my eyes slowly to see which picture's she looking at. &amp;gt;,&amp;lt;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, and she &lt;strong&gt;FORGOTTEN&lt;/strong&gt; to ask me the next day! Hehehehe. Those pictures at Zirca she didin't saw it too, cause er jie snatched the digital camera away from her in time. &amp;gt;,&amp;lt; The next day I delete those picture's that I took from Zirca. To be safe, I'd better delete. Cause I can imagined how mom would react if she know I deluded her. Will she chase me out of the house? LOL, possible wor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;OH AND, THIS IS FOR YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;YES, I'M SINGLE. SO WHAT?? BUT I THINK ITS NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS. FYI, I DON'T NEED YOUR SYMPATHY. WHO SAY NO BOYFRIEND I CANNOT SURVIVE? I CAN STILL LIVE MY LIFE HAPPILY IF I WANT OKAY! MY OWN LIFE, I CONTROL. I'M JUST WHINING IN MY PREVIOUS POST, THAT'S MY OWN WAY OF MAKING MY MOOD FEELS BETTER. DON'T INTERFERE OKAY. I DIDIN'T SAY THAT; 'OH, I'M GOING TO DIE WITHOUT HIM.' DID I? EVERYTIME AFTER POSTING THOSE NEGATIVE STUFFS IN MY POST, I'LL DELETE IT FEW HOURS LATER OR FEW DAYS LATER WHEN I'M FEELING BETTER. AND I CAN'T ENDURE WITH YOUR STUPIDITY ANYMORE. I DON'T LIKE TO ENTERTAINED PEOPLE ONE OKAY. SEE THIS? I DON'T LIKE. YOU DRIVED ME INSANE. ENOUGH IS ENOUGH OKAY, I HAVE MY OWN LIMIT. I'M NOT GONNA GET A NEW BOYFRIEND NOW UNTILL I GET RID HIM OUTTA MY MIND. GET IT? SO LEAVE ME ALONE, THANK YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Changing my number soon for goodness sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just For Laughs;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday NEA scheduled me to Queens Street, PA Staff Club. It's at Bugis. I reached at 8.30am, but I couldn't find the place. Felt so pissed off at that moment, and I can't text anybody cause everyone's sleeping at that time. You know what, I've been walking around the whole Bugis area over 10 times but I can't find that bloody taxi-stand. They said the taxi-stand is between Oxford Hotel and Waterloo centre. I did saw one taxi-stand infront of Oxford Hotel, but the building behind don't have any words. I past by that taxi-stand don't know how many times already. After that then I know that's the taxi-stand they're talking about. -.- Wth, why don't they put the word 'PA Staff Club' there?!?! My punishment for being stupid; perspired alot for nothing. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwww. Mom said I've become skinny and uglier, LOL. But I think I still look the same, cause I don't skipped my meals. I don't have much appetite, but I still eat a little okay. Where got skinny, anyhow. And you know, I feel like dye-ing my hair and cut my hair to no layer that kind one. Maybe that'll make my hair look thicker? But later people say I looked toot how. LOL. Still hesitating. Hmmm.... &amp;gt;,&amp;lt; After this wednesday, I've got no free time already. Got plenty stuffs to do and I won't be able to blog often. Who wan't meet out then faster okay? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've think it through, and I think it's time for me to stopped my wilfulness.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think every moment last forever.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for advising me and stuffs, you guys rocks!! &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669385279178223109-5515466726178918911?l=delicate-antique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/feeds/5515466726178918911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2010/03/time-has-no-meaning-in-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/5515466726178918911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/5515466726178918911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2010/03/time-has-no-meaning-in-dream.html' title='Time has no meaning in the dream.'/><author><name>Ah Lynn; Yumiko's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10808136561907649290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TCnoQY9SEBI/AAAAAAAAB0A/s2XnEIlt6Vo/S220/hkhfsffs.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/S7BEFEEjOmI/AAAAAAAABrI/13_jlGQgHSI/s72-c/Hahahaha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669385279178223109.post-7675309671052166959</id><published>2010-03-27T17:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T18:05:33.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilemma's in me.</title><content type='html'>Second post for today. Very fucked up now, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;VERY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Why do I have to kept on repeating and repeating this. Tell me how could I erased those memories&amp;nbsp;in my mind and survive when I don't have the ability to do so? Tell me whats the point striving so hard when theres no one supporting me in my life? Tell me who can I go to when I go insane and break down? And tell me, do you know how I felt when I know you're avoiding me? My heart feels so weird, extremely weird. Like it's telling me to.... give up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669385279178223109-7675309671052166959?l=delicate-antique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/feeds/7675309671052166959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2010/03/dilemmas-everywhere.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/7675309671052166959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/7675309671052166959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2010/03/dilemmas-everywhere.html' title='Dilemma&apos;s in me.'/><author><name>Ah Lynn; Yumiko's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10808136561907649290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TCnoQY9SEBI/AAAAAAAAB0A/s2XnEIlt6Vo/S220/hkhfsffs.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669385279178223109.post-8202267260858093760</id><published>2010-03-27T14:50:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T16:54:52.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't wanna grow up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" nt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/S62r3GpsvQI/AAAAAAAABrE/UU7soKpWeeM/s400/tumblr_kpjfpyicOF1qzc00lo1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In a &lt;strong&gt;dream,&lt;/strong&gt; there will always be &lt;strong&gt;something strange,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;something illogical.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one in this family wants me to study. Whats the point striving so hard? Might as well quit school. Everyone in this family wants me to work. It really irritates me when I'm doing my assignments, someone text me and asked me to do NEA project for them. Told them before I'm stress enough already but they didin't spend a single thought for me. Is working those useless jobs that important? That's not I want. Every single member in this family dosen't strive hard in their early days, and thats why I've got this stressful life now. I'm the youngest in this family, and I'm the one studying and working at the same time. I didin't blame, I worked as well. I just don't like people come disturb me when I'm doing my assignments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEA crew is such a nuisance. The floor really no litter what. What you want me to write? Later anyhow write then you guys nag again. Sometime the location they gave me is a hotel, got cleaner come clean the area. Then you expect there will be whole bunch of litter there? What shit you want me to write? Singapore is a non-littering place, NEA should know it best. Wth, I have enough already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family problems, my job, my relationships, my schoolworks, all don't seems to be going smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;What did I do in my previous life and have to encounter all those shit's in my life now?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, am I not hardworking enough?&lt;br /&gt;FML.&lt;strong&gt; x100.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm chating with Huimin in MSN right now, and she's the only one that can make me happy and smile. &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669385279178223109-8202267260858093760?l=delicate-antique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/feeds/8202267260858093760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-dont-wanna-grow-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/8202267260858093760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/8202267260858093760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-dont-wanna-grow-up.html' title='I don&apos;t wanna grow up.'/><author><name>Ah Lynn; Yumiko's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10808136561907649290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TCnoQY9SEBI/AAAAAAAAB0A/s2XnEIlt6Vo/S220/hkhfsffs.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/S62r3GpsvQI/AAAAAAAABrE/UU7soKpWeeM/s72-c/tumblr_kpjfpyicOF1qzc00lo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669385279178223109.post-5278254289976358219</id><published>2010-03-25T11:38:00.036+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T16:46:59.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rolling love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="260" nt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/S6sggcpPR9I/AAAAAAAABqY/meCYHemhAyk/s400/1_554442396l.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's not the way I wanted, I should have know it long ago.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The clock said 11.10am right now. And yes, I almost slept before 10pm and woke up before 9am everyday. My holidays spent like that, hilarious? I didin't want you to know that from where I was standing it all seemed on the point of unraveling. I guessed I could shape eveything now. You never cease to dissapointed me, do you? My mindset kept on endowed with valnerable feelings. I can't sleep when the moment I'm awake, cause I kept on thinking of you. Then I'll temporary move my concentration to story books to make my mind stop thinking about this matter. By doing this, I could make myself exhausted and then go to bed again. It seems to be my daily routine activities already. It was something I wanted to keep buried, I know I must handle it with tact. I don't know when will I regain my own sanity. I know old habits die hard, but depression came like a weight. It always happened like this, the joy of freedom sourced by the price to be paid. Yeah, it has ended. It's suffocating me. It took an awful lots of courage for me to make up my mind. Perhaps I should conduct or train myself with dignity. Yeah, I should. I know action speaks louder than words, but I'll try, by all means.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didint get all of&amp;nbsp;it, but I believe time can proves everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom wants a divorce. She's asked me for opinion yesterday night. She told me how she felt about dad for about half an hour. She won't rant anything to my er jie cause she'll just throw her temper when mom nag's at her. I didin't speak out anything. It's not that I'm ignoring her, I just don't wanna make matter worst by giving unnecessary comments. Adult's world could be more complicated than I thought. I don't know what they want, so I'd better keep my mouth sealed and let them settle theirselves. It hurt's me when mom said dad didin't call her at all, and when mom took the initiative to call dad first, dad would always say; 'I'm driving, call you back later.' 'I'm eating, call you back later'. Or, 'I'm busy right now, call you back later.' And after tht dad would never call back. It hurt's me when mom told me that dad phone's wallpaper is other women instead of her's. It hurt's me when mom asked me this; 'Who to follow? Me or your dad after we divoce?' It stayed like this for many year's already. I don't know what they want, I really don't know. My parents can't give me the things that I want. I want a happy family, is that so difficult? I want dad to go home daily, I don't want mom to work everyday. I envy those families that always had their family outing on every Sunday. I don't feel a single happiness in this family. Who to follow? I wanna live by my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things to be done during this 3 weeks holiday;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 10 assignments.&lt;br /&gt;2. Planned my presentation before school re-open.&lt;br /&gt;3. Worked on every weekend to hit the NEA quota.&lt;br /&gt;4. Helped uncle and auntie to work @ Bugis-Street whenever I'm free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've not done anything yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, how stress can I be? I've got no time to waste, gonna meet up with Xiu li&amp;nbsp;in the evening&amp;nbsp;to do our assignments later on. I've got enough reason not to go out, cause my lips was like swollen for the past 3 days already. But no choice, for the sake of my result, I must buck-up. And &lt;strong&gt;NO MORE WASTING TIME&lt;/strong&gt; on those stuffs that I shouln't, right? Self-reminder only. Forcing myself to let you go and tell myself that ''it's really okay'' can be a difficult task to do, I may go insane anytime. What's not mine, will not be mine. Let it go man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you know what. I'm in love with Raisin Cookies nowadays. Yummy!~ Hehehehe. &amp;lt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just watched&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; Temptation of Wife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; ep.129 2/4 from youtube. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It made me cried when I watched untill&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt; 2.08 onwards. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cry untill very jialut that kind one. -.- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't watch Korea drama, this is the first one.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Go catch it guys; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nddrz2HBlSM&amp;amp;NR=1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nddrz2HBlSM&amp;amp;NR=1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's awesome, trust me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669385279178223109-5278254289976358219?l=delicate-antique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/feeds/5278254289976358219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2010/03/rolling-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/5278254289976358219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/5278254289976358219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2010/03/rolling-love.html' title='Rolling love.'/><author><name>Ah Lynn; Yumiko's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10808136561907649290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TCnoQY9SEBI/AAAAAAAAB0A/s2XnEIlt6Vo/S220/hkhfsffs.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/S6sggcpPR9I/AAAAAAAABqY/meCYHemhAyk/s72-c/1_554442396l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669385279178223109.post-7770123485264071279</id><published>2010-03-23T16:05:00.026+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T14:52:29.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One step at a time.</title><content type='html'>- This post is gonna be flooded by lot's of pictures and words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm sad, I eat.&lt;br /&gt;When I'm stress, I cut.&lt;br /&gt;When I'm happy, I laugh.&lt;br /&gt;When I'm troubled, out alone.&lt;br /&gt;When I'm angry, I won't show it out, but I cry. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why this few days I became very quiet. Be it in school or outside, I've got no mood to do anything. When family, friends or classmates joke something about me, I will just stare at them. Comment on me was; ''Woah, Lynn very fierce.'' Meet me out and you'll know okay. I have no interest in anything already. I skipped lessons often, I do my assignments last minute, I nagged by lecturers, I didin't hang out with friends often like last time. I've got no targets, no hope, no dreams. No interest in EVERYTHING. You know I could just cry for nothing. I can cry in just 3 seconds, for nothing. Am I weird enough? There isin't any logical reasons for my dark feelings. No one seems to care, I could feel that I'm a burden to everyone. I just wanna be alone for now. I don't show my sadness on my face whenever I go, not even my close friends. But I cry, I blame, I hate, I'm terrified of everything. I cry to lessen my heartaches, I blame myself for being stupid, I hate people around me for nothing, I terrified for you. I felt that I have a difficult role to play in life. I had lots of weird dreams about you and me for the past few weeks. I tried to think throught it carefully, but an image kept getting in the way. In the real world, and attached you to my Dream vision. The imagination needs something to build on. Everything fades in time, posibilities can be scary at times. I need a calm day to sort out my thinking. God, please stop this for me. It's miserable. I want nothing but happiness. Why is it so difficult? Just grant me, please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll try to be happy aye? &amp;lt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Overdue pictures....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Pool session with da jie and er jie.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/S6hyZudkWzI/AAAAAAAABfM/CZzwLS0_JgM/s400/kdsjfsdfs.JPG" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/S6hy5j_D_iI/AAAAAAAABfY/Td0y6nSOfX0/s400/DSC00869.JPG" vt="true" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Zirca.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/S6h2zbF2pWI/AAAAAAAABg0/vBIZy0Mh9Vc/s400/DSC01037.JPG" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/S6h3c8azkdI/AAAAAAAABg8/gBhfbrYs1ec/s400/DSC01033.JPG" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/S6h33sSWsjI/AAAAAAAABhI/pU1iMacTrp4/s400/kjdfs.JPG" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/S6h4R-HyruI/AAAAAAAABhQ/WCaN7fCjbNc/s400/ldsfks.JPG" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19th March, Friday -&lt;/strong&gt; With much hesitaiton, I still went to school. Mr. Oh nagged at my worked and said I became lazy. &lt;strong&gt;''R-E-D-O''&lt;/strong&gt; is what he said to my work. I've got like 10 asignments need to do, cause past few weeks I did nothing. Shall rephrased; cause past few weeks I don't have the mood to do. After Mr. Oh commented on my work, my mood was really down, I just packed my stuffs and went home alone. Get changed, headed to find dajie at Petir LRT to lent digital camera from her. On the way home in the bus, an accident happened. It just happened right infront of me. I was startled, cause the crashed were so loud that caught everyone's attention. One of them is a taxi-driver. They paused for awhile, and then drove off. I was relieved that both party were fine, but they need to repair their car for sure. Bad thing is, I sprained my leg at that time. But it's not that serious though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20th March, Saturday -&lt;/strong&gt; Sheesha session with Aaron, Hadi, Hafiz, Kenneth, Qing Hong and Sheryl at Haji-Lane. 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Went her place for buffet at around 5pm, home at 9pm. On the way home in MRT with Aaron and Hadi, there's a indian guy staring at me with his SCARY BIG EYES. Aaron saw it and couldn't stop laughing, then he told Hadi. Both of them keep laughing non-stop. They caught another 2 indian guys attention, then they keep look at Aaron and Hadi then keep smiling. 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text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22th March, Monday -&lt;/strong&gt; Went class chalet at 6pm, it's Mr Chua's 40th birthday as well. Went home at 12am. On the way home in train, I couldn't hold my tears anymore which I don't know why. &amp;gt;: Here's one of the picture taken from my handphone, sorry for the bad quality of it. Forgot to bring camera, so I only took one photo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/S6iE9G6-xwI/AAAAAAAABpc/xz6VatMkU3U/s400/DSC02574.JPG" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I only see you in my eyes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why do I still hold on to it? I cant let go....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know why.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669385279178223109-7770123485264071279?l=delicate-antique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/feeds/7770123485264071279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2010/03/love-game.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/7770123485264071279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/7770123485264071279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2010/03/love-game.html' title='One step at a time.'/><author><name>Ah Lynn; Yumiko's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10808136561907649290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TCnoQY9SEBI/AAAAAAAAB0A/s2XnEIlt6Vo/S220/hkhfsffs.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/S6hyZudkWzI/AAAAAAAABfM/CZzwLS0_JgM/s72-c/kdsjfsdfs.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669385279178223109.post-8758480886826610436</id><published>2010-03-17T15:36:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T18:44:01.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One day, my memories will burn.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/S6CEew7H38I/AAAAAAAABc0/McPYKKQ7-c4/s400/DSC02530.JPG" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Linda, Melody and me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/S6CNQcRp7qI/AAAAAAAABec/ze8BPQIUKnk/s320/iuerr.JPG" vt="true" width="240" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/S6CNVC9tjrI/AAAAAAAABek/sgFD-Ry-io0/s320/jskdd.JPG" vt="true" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I wore this to Zirca and they said I looks like 26! Oh my god.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/S6CEy-fd7CI/AAAAAAAABdM/SY69N7Guekk/s200/ajksj.JPG" vt="true" width="150" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/S6CE3nMhpKI/AAAAAAAABdU/C6pxyOOo4xU/s200/bekjas.JPG" vt="true" width="150" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/S6CE97pp2iI/AAAAAAAABdc/lF8aQ_tFViE/s200/jdds.JPG" vt="true" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/S6CFPcb1KII/AAAAAAAABd0/hEfSlp0_vfo/s320/DSC02522.JPG" vt="true" width="240" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/S6CFS7Gh-GI/AAAAAAAABd8/5x00G34NRM0/s320/DSC02524.JPG" vt="true" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My school's&amp;nbsp;toilet looks&amp;nbsp;scary eh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/S6CFYkmWL1I/AAAAAAAABeE/U5AgjoQgVA0/s320/DSC02554.JPG" vt="true" width="240" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/S6CFcNc3TgI/AAAAAAAABeM/IyOOMn3u2rU/s320/DSC02555.JPG" vt="true" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hadi put on my hairband. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy 17th birthday Hadi ! ^^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13th March, Saturday; &lt;/strong&gt;went Zirca with da jie, Way yee, Sooling, Wen Cai and 3 of their friends. After eating Mac, went in at around 12.30am, went home at about 4am. After that Wen Cai sent me home, reached home at 5am. Pictures of myself above, pictures of them will be uploaded next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Have been watching a korean drama this few weeks, tittled; 'My Sassy girl'. Still watching episode 15 now. Sigh, why didin't they give themselves one last chance since they still love each other so deeply? Secretly concerned for each other got what use. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This Saturday going sheesha with cliques, Sunday going barbeque (Sheryl's birthday), Monday going class chalet. Aaron asked me go St. James tomorrow, LOL. But the problem is I need to go home before 1am. ): Got to asked for off this weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;You yell at me and beat me up when I did nothing wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;You don't seems to care about me at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;You asked me to quit studying, then fine, I&amp;nbsp;skip lesson often&amp;nbsp;give you see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Don't blame god and asked why do you have succha uselss daughter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669385279178223109-8758480886826610436?l=delicate-antique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/feeds/8758480886826610436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2010/03/smile-to-make-someone-happy-but-deep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/8758480886826610436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/8758480886826610436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2010/03/smile-to-make-someone-happy-but-deep.html' title='One day, my memories will burn.'/><author><name>Ah Lynn; Yumiko's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10808136561907649290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TCnoQY9SEBI/AAAAAAAAB0A/s2XnEIlt6Vo/S220/hkhfsffs.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/S6CEew7H38I/AAAAAAAABc0/McPYKKQ7-c4/s72-c/DSC02530.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669385279178223109.post-3028586096517606797</id><published>2010-03-13T10:25:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T17:47:46.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once you're lost, a map is useless.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/S5r1p8cTo1I/AAAAAAAABb4/ak0ktju0sdA/s400/djf.JPG" vt="true" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Er jie and me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/S5r2Agu4HDI/AAAAAAAABcQ/vj8P913DCpU/s320/dkdf.JPG" vt="true" width="240" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/S5r1yE-j8LI/AAAAAAAABcA/6G_33BAk76Y/s320/ldkff.JPG" vt="true" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/S5r3UPfmrpI/AAAAAAAABcY/rXFx16WVTj0/s320/hass.JPG" vt="true" width="240" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/S5r3xaRZx_I/AAAAAAAABco/F2Ah8UV3w_o/s320/sljdd.JPG" vt="true" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I wonder why guys changed and love other women so easily. Let's take v, for example. You're so sweet from the beginning, sweet talks make's every women's heart melts. Yeah I agree, agree that you're so good at those tactics to make a women fall for you. My poor sister is one of the victim. Using our IC's register for this and that, deceived her, after that ran away without paying any bill, leaving us with all the debts. And now I'm the one paying those bills, what a joke. 100 over dollars, how many hours do I have to work to earn back those 100 over bucks? I know it's not really a big sum of money, but I don't like the feeling. I don't like to pay money for those people that I disliked. Why should I be the one helping him to pay those stuffs? Have I got nothing better to do?! I loathe him, I loathe him so badly that I wished I could just give him a severe lesson! Arughh, it overwhelmed me very strongly. Is appearence that important?! Handsome guys attracts every women's attention, a pretty lady attracts every guys. That goes without saying. What puzzles me is, why do human beings choosed a handsome guy or a pretty lady as their partner? Nah, not me. I goes by my own feeling okay. Why blame your girlfriend if she got flirt by other guys? Why blame your boyfriend if your boyfriend got snatch from other bitch? Especially in the club. Thats the consequences of choosing! So don't blame each other when things happened. Guy's go club for what? Play? Flirt? See girls? Approach girls for handphone numbers? Or just sit down there enjoy music? LOL, how would I know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Unfortunately, when a 3rd party came, guys will caused both girls to look at themselves, compare themselves with each other and admit they have fallen short of the standard the other girls have set. Once a girls target's this guy, it dosen't matter to the girl if the guy is attached/married or not. They will just drag the other girl down to their level by being mean, bitchy and slut. Sigh! This is the human condition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And when a women's heart is badly damaged, they'll have the silly mindset to play guys instead. I don't know why, but somehow I admit, I have thought of it before too. Why? I don't know the answer myself either. Perhaps I'm still not mature enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm still a 17 year old girl, who cares I'm mature or not. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Awwww, I'm having slight fever and I've been coughing and sneezing for the past 4 days. &amp;gt;: Skipped school for thursday and friday, kinda worried for my attendance. Didin't went to worked for&amp;nbsp;friday and saturday too. What about tomorrow? Umm.... Let's see if Irene will give me the schedule by tonight? I hope won't, kinda lazy nowadays. Irene told us that she need me and my er jie desperately to work on weekend's, LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I WANT MONEY VERY&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;BADLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Heh, always say no action. Bad habit hor. =x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669385279178223109-3028586096517606797?l=delicate-antique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/feeds/3028586096517606797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2010/03/linda-and-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/3028586096517606797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/3028586096517606797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2010/03/linda-and-me.html' title='Once you&apos;re lost, a map is useless.'/><author><name>Ah Lynn; Yumiko's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10808136561907649290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TCnoQY9SEBI/AAAAAAAAB0A/s2XnEIlt6Vo/S220/hkhfsffs.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/S5r1p8cTo1I/AAAAAAAABb4/ak0ktju0sdA/s72-c/djf.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669385279178223109.post-7889888992059262080</id><published>2010-03-07T17:18:00.027+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T10:34:47.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not a perfect person.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="296" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/S5N2yzPMwqI/AAAAAAAABbw/R6UN25c_4mU/s400/Emo%2520(56).jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No more tears, no more heartaches.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No,&amp;nbsp;anymore.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6th March, Sat (Yesterday);&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After worked, went Bugis with Stellah, Tammie, Racheal, Zining and the rest. Planned to go shee sha, but now it's like they won't sell us before we show our IC to them. We're all below 18, so yeah. Was walking the whole Haji-Lane but all of them said the same bloody thing; are you above 18 year's old? -.- From 7+ till 9+ we did nothing, cuz all the guys were wasting our time, they cant even make-up their mind where to go. Seriously spoiled our mood. Kay, skipped this. Caught the movie 'Being Human' by 'Jack Neo Film' with my families at&amp;nbsp;Lot 1&amp;nbsp;around 10.40pm. By the time I reached home, it's already 1.30am sharp. And I saw police carrying a dead body and the place were being evacuated. Sigh, suicide case again. This is not the first time at my block area already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture's will be up soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;I have alot to say, I have alot to rant out. But I guessed whining dosen't solve anything. Will love last forever? This is a question that has asked for centuries. Well, there are great loves that have been documented. I envy those loving couples around me. But somehow, you know, I enjoyed my single life right now. What's more, I could even do those things that I like, without hesitating. But sometimes&amp;nbsp;you might feels extrmely miserable when that particular&amp;nbsp;perosn still stays in&amp;nbsp;your heart. You can't rant out your feelings to that person when you're feeling real down, you can't tell the person you need him or her just because that you're feeling moody, he or she might tell you to leave them alone. A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;fter broke up with your love ones, he still lives happily as if nothing has happened before. How hurtful would it be? You cried for him, that particular person dosen't even know anything, worth it? You skipped your meals because of him, he still having proper meals each and everyday, worth it? You locked yourself in&amp;nbsp;your&amp;nbsp;room everyday, and he hangs out with his brothers everyday. You missed him, he teased you, and he might even told his brothers how silly you are. You love him, he may not feel the same way as you do. So, do you think it's worth it? Then think twice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Will a string of terrible events lined up for me? I hoped no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just rating everything out. LOL, why do I sound so emo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669385279178223109-7889888992059262080?l=delicate-antique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/feeds/7889888992059262080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2010/03/play-it-cool-and-low-key-you-dont-need.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/7889888992059262080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/7889888992059262080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2010/03/play-it-cool-and-low-key-you-dont-need.html' title='I&apos;m not a perfect person.'/><author><name>Ah Lynn; Yumiko's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10808136561907649290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TCnoQY9SEBI/AAAAAAAAB0A/s2XnEIlt6Vo/S220/hkhfsffs.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/S5N2yzPMwqI/AAAAAAAABbw/R6UN25c_4mU/s72-c/Emo%2520(56).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669385279178223109.post-4075719673936159772</id><published>2010-03-05T14:34:00.024+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T19:03:53.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruel temptation?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/S5DfA8KwdAI/AAAAAAAABbg/2YtL1J59Wf0/s320/Emo%2520(67).jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/S5De9rLwOkI/AAAAAAAABbY/DoIZPBIZRqA/s320/Emo%2520(67).jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/S5De5HVo4WI/AAAAAAAABbQ/QrnETYZQV-4/s320/Emo%2520(67).jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The general negetive perception and prejudice against all ITE students is unfair. Hey, ITE dosen't mean that it's the end okay! When a person graduated from ITE, he or she has a great bright future ahead of them. Don't look down on them or even teased them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel deeply scarred after each quarrel. I felt an awful pang inside and a stream of ucotrollable tears followed. I know my pain would only worsen. I lived each day as it came, not caring about anything at all. Each night I would lie in bed, letting sad tired tears roll down my face as I waited for sleep to consume me. It came to a point where it didin't matter if I lived or died. Sometimes I would wait at a pavement, secretly hoping that a car would run up the sidewalk and crash into me. How silly of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''He made me feel like I mattered, and I love him. I made myself into anything he wanted me to be. I forced myself to like whatever he liked. I know all of us are unique individuals with our own personality, I don't have to change my own personality just to show the person that I can be the kind of person he wants. Though it might work, eventually I will feel a lost of identity and the relationship will suffer. So now, I'm gonna be myself and find a guy that truly love me&lt;strong&gt; FOR WHO I AM&lt;/strong&gt;.'' And for now, let's see how my&amp;nbsp;story plays out then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy have no intention to love you, but still has the temptation to hold you, hug you and kiss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Z.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you feel sad or irritable?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Have you lost interest in activities once enjoyed?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Have you experienced changes in weight or appetite?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Have you experienced changes in sleeping pattern?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you have feelings of guilt?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Are you unable to concentrate, remember things, or make decisions?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Have you experienced fatigue or loss of energy?&lt;br /&gt;Yes. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;8. Have you experienced restlessness or decreased activity noticed by others? &lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you feel hopeless, or worthless?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Have you had thoughts of suicide or death?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You answered 9 items out of 10 "Yes". &lt;strong&gt;According to The National Mental Health Association, 5 or more yes answers indicates that you may be suffering from clinical depression.&lt;/strong&gt; This test cannot substitute for a visit to a mental health professional. It is meant only to give you an idea where to start a dialogue with your healthcare provider. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hohoho, good game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669385279178223109-4075719673936159772?l=delicate-antique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/feeds/4075719673936159772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2010/03/cruel-temptation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/4075719673936159772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/4075719673936159772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2010/03/cruel-temptation.html' title='Cruel temptation?'/><author><name>Ah Lynn; Yumiko's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10808136561907649290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TCnoQY9SEBI/AAAAAAAAB0A/s2XnEIlt6Vo/S220/hkhfsffs.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/S5DfA8KwdAI/AAAAAAAABbg/2YtL1J59Wf0/s72-c/Emo%2520(67).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669385279178223109.post-7077017746737602979</id><published>2010-02-27T15:36:00.023+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T15:52:47.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you remember?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/S5CvIur8FQI/AAAAAAAABaI/8LSCr2mRJVo/s400/DSC01993.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You stayed &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;in my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;, still.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I'm in a bad mood now. Yeah okay, I know I'm a noob. Sigh, my mother is an old fogey. She's biased, I can't stand her anymore. I felt a sudden impulsed to move out to other place, I'm serious. Accused me for not doing this and that well enough. Arugh, when can it end? When I'm feeling moody, the first one I think of, is you. You're the only one that can make me smile. Even if it's a short sentence that were sent by you, I feel contented. At least you I know you still bother. I miss you.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18th February, Thurs -&lt;/strong&gt; Went home after school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19th February, Fri -&lt;/strong&gt; Meet da jie around 3pm, went NEA office to submit form. After that went Bishan block area to work from 4.30pm-8.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20th February, Sat -&lt;/strong&gt; Worked at Yishun area from 8.30am-4.30pm, after that find Gerald at Tampines Interchange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21th February, Sun -&lt;/strong&gt; Caught - '72 Tenants Of Prosperity' with mummy and er jie @ Vivo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22th February, Mon -&lt;/strong&gt; Went library with Gerald after school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23th February, Tues -&lt;/strong&gt; Went home after school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24th February, Wed -&lt;/strong&gt; Skipped Raja lesson, went Choa Chu Kang find da jie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25th February, Thurs -&lt;/strong&gt; Morning meet Gerald, went home after school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26th February, Fri -&lt;/strong&gt; Gave school a miss, thought of working but they put me off. -.- Went out with Stellah and Kahyen instead. It was raining damn heavily, but 2 stranger offer to lent us their umbrella. WOAH, this shows that singaporean are kind!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27th February, Sat (Today)&amp;nbsp;-&lt;/strong&gt; Worked from 8.30am-2.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm cheering myself&amp;nbsp;up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669385279178223109-7077017746737602979?l=delicate-antique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/feeds/7077017746737602979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2010/02/do-you-remember.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/7077017746737602979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/7077017746737602979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2010/02/do-you-remember.html' title='Do you remember?'/><author><name>Ah Lynn; Yumiko's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10808136561907649290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TCnoQY9SEBI/AAAAAAAAB0A/s2XnEIlt6Vo/S220/hkhfsffs.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/S5CvIur8FQI/AAAAAAAABaI/8LSCr2mRJVo/s72-c/DSC01993.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669385279178223109.post-4491661124381912242</id><published>2010-02-25T11:44:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T19:20:44.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back In Action.</title><content type='html'>I can't sleep properly and soundly almost every night. I woked up every 2 hours which idk why?! Arugh god bless, let me sleep tonight lahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, it's &lt;strong&gt;XIAO QIZHI&lt;/strong&gt;'s birthday today! Happy 20th birthday boy! Oh sorry, let me rephrased; Happy birthday man! You're no longer a boy but a man. Cool eh? I still got like 3 more years to be an real adult. Awww, time qiuckly shoo shoo shoooo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a bike license lehhhh. 5 more months to my birthday. Duh, I know it's still early.&amp;nbsp;I'm just dreaming lah. Ehhhh, someone said he's gonna take bike theory test and said he won't give me a ride when he get a bike wor! Wait I go get a bike license myself then you know! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;cheiving &lt;/strong&gt;the things&amp;nbsp;you want;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;elieving&lt;/strong&gt; in yourself;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;almn&lt;/strong&gt; youself down when problem occurs.&lt;br /&gt;And this would lead you to&lt;strong&gt; SUCCESS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;strong&gt;ABC's.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669385279178223109-4491661124381912242?l=delicate-antique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/feeds/4491661124381912242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2010/02/back-in-action.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/4491661124381912242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/4491661124381912242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2010/02/back-in-action.html' title='Back In Action.'/><author><name>Ah Lynn; Yumiko's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10808136561907649290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TCnoQY9SEBI/AAAAAAAAB0A/s2XnEIlt6Vo/S220/hkhfsffs.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669385279178223109.post-2993463393920921863</id><published>2010-02-17T16:09:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T15:27:44.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll let fate decide.</title><content type='html'>以前的一句话, 是我们, &lt;strong&gt;以后的伤口&lt;/strong&gt;。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/S3uk_949AmI/AAAAAAAABXM/NjxHSBPDChI/s320/DSC01997.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/S3ukr3BvKuI/AAAAAAAABXE/xLrnm9F9EZA/s320/DSC02015.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Cute stuffs can make me happy!!~ ^^v&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/S3ulk7ov41I/AAAAAAAABXs/zhpdC_9qA8U/s400/DSC02000.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Da jie friend, da jie &amp;amp; me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/S3ulV06N1OI/AAAAAAAABXc/ebCslmO1rPA/s400/DSC01937.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Taken by Huimin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/S3umBoGCv5I/AAAAAAAABYU/IheqZJwhISc/s320/DSC01957.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/S3ul70_ezGI/AAAAAAAABYM/ugpJCGuymWw/s320/DSC01953.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/S3umM6XDKlI/AAAAAAAABYk/P9uJso4StvE/s320/DSC01955.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/S3umIJ7mgpI/AAAAAAAABYc/Ue1ljP0rB_Q/s320/DSC01954.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/S3umSFRs4GI/AAAAAAAABYw/e-Y-qOiHM4A/s400/DSC02049.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Done by me in school this morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13th February, Sat -&lt;/strong&gt; This year abit different, have our renioun dinner at da jie house instead of grandma house. Auntie dare me to drink Tiger Beer, so I drank but I'm not drunk. &amp;lt;; My er jie was the one that whole face gone red, LOL. Headed to uncle's house to pray for grandma after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14th February, Sun -&lt;/strong&gt; Actually planned to go Sentosa. But due to the crowd, we decided to go East-Coast instead. Spent my cny and valentine's day with Huimin and Melody at East-Coast Park, I cycle until my leg cramp you know? Sit untill pigu tong, somemore there's a girl riding bicycle knock untill me while I'm talking to Huimin. &amp;gt;; Saw Gary Tay on our way back home, he was once a joker in our secondary school life. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15th February, Mon -&lt;/strong&gt; Went to drink with da jie, her friends, er jie and her boyfriend. Actually planned to go da jie house to take ang bao, but we reached at around 7+, her friends went off at around 5+ already. So my da jie called her friends out, and we went&lt;strong&gt; IndoChine HV&lt;/strong&gt; to drink. First time drink until black-out. -.- I tried 'Bloody Mary' but it makes me wanna puke. Incase you do not know what is it, Bloody Mary is a kind of drink that is red in colour, it's vodka mixed with tomato juice/ketchup. Just imagined yourself drinking tomato juice/ketchup. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16th February, Tues -&lt;/strong&gt; Went Bugis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17th February, Wed -&lt;/strong&gt; Morning ate Mac breakfast @ Junction 8 with Augustin, headed to school after that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669385279178223109-2993463393920921863?l=delicate-antique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/feeds/2993463393920921863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2010/02/ill-let-fate-decide.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/2993463393920921863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/2993463393920921863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2010/02/ill-let-fate-decide.html' title='I&apos;ll let fate decide.'/><author><name>Ah Lynn; Yumiko's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10808136561907649290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TCnoQY9SEBI/AAAAAAAAB0A/s2XnEIlt6Vo/S220/hkhfsffs.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/S3uk_949AmI/AAAAAAAABXM/NjxHSBPDChI/s72-c/DSC01997.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669385279178223109.post-1642658760463396153</id><published>2010-02-12T15:57:00.037+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T15:51:16.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我好想让一切, 都重来。</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/S4j4H45zguI/AAAAAAAABZg/9nxkji0ZkTI/s400/adjskd.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bloody&lt;/strong&gt; Valentine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It seems that this year's Valentine's Day I've got to spend my time alone again. &amp;gt;: Nevermind ah, I'm used to it. I sux in relationships, I've no idea on how to be a good girlfriend, I don't know how to love a person, I don't know how to make my boyfriend happy, I don't know how to make my boyfriend love me as much as I did, I don't know how to last a relationships. I'm not good at words, I don't know. So I'd better remain single hor? (:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="text-align: center;"&gt;你的微笑姿態, 還是默默的存在, 在我心裡某一塊。我很好, 那麼你呢? 想起的我是怎樣的? 當初哭著分不開, 現在都能用微笑釋懷。離開我, 要比從前快樂。眼淚是記得, 而不哭了是懂得, 我們都會幸福的。&amp;lt;;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Summary;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31th January, Sun -&lt;/strong&gt; Went Gerald house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st February, Mon -&lt;/strong&gt; Skipped PE lesoon, have breakfast at Mac with Sheryl at Junction 8. Headed to School after that. After school went Gerald's house watch 'Hi, My Sweetheart'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nd February, Tues -&lt;/strong&gt; After school, caught the movie 'My Ex' with Augustin, Gerald, Kenneth, Qing hong and Sheryl. Home after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3rd February, Wed -&lt;/strong&gt; School untill 1pm, skipped Life-Skills lesson. Went Junction 8 with Augustin, Kenneth &amp;amp; Sheryl. Helped Augustin choosed his birthday present for his girlfriend, after that he treat us drinks. So nice of him. (: Home after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4th February, Thurs -&lt;/strong&gt; Went home after school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5th February, Fri -&lt;/strong&gt; After school, went for the NEA breifing located at Gateway West.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6th February, Sat -&lt;/strong&gt; Worked from 8.30am to 8.30pm at Yishun. My mood wasn't very good on that day, and because of some stuffs I cried. Zzzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7th February, Sun -&lt;/strong&gt; Worked from 8.30am to 4.30pm at Clementi. After that went to Bugis Street, worked together with Uncle and Yuan Yuan, from 6pm to 10pm. Yuan Yuan said one sentence and I kept on laughing for the whole entire day, and that is; 头可断, 血可流, 头发不可乱。Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8th February, Mon -&lt;/strong&gt; Gave school a miss, was having a real bad headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9th February, Tues -&lt;/strong&gt; Went home after school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10th February, Wed -&lt;/strong&gt; Went to school untill 1pm, skipped Life-Skills lesson. Home after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11th February, Thurs -&lt;/strong&gt; In the morning meet Augustin go school together. Whole day Cyber Wellness lesson, went to East-Coast with them after that. Went off with Kenneth and Sheryl around 5+.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12th February, Fri -&lt;/strong&gt; Gave school a miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;going dajie house for renioun dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669385279178223109-1642658760463396153?l=delicate-antique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/feeds/1642658760463396153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2010/02/wo-hao-xiang-rang-yi-qie-dou-chong-lai.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/1642658760463396153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/1642658760463396153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2010/02/wo-hao-xiang-rang-yi-qie-dou-chong-lai.html' title='我好想让一切, 都重来。'/><author><name>Ah Lynn; Yumiko's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10808136561907649290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TCnoQY9SEBI/AAAAAAAAB0A/s2XnEIlt6Vo/S220/hkhfsffs.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/S4j4H45zguI/AAAAAAAABZg/9nxkji0ZkTI/s72-c/adjskd.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669385279178223109.post-4346718477143859635</id><published>2010-01-31T14:31:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T15:48:45.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The same as before.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yesterday, went Sentosa early in the morning. Meet Aaron, Augustin, Hadi, Kenneth, Qing hong and Sheryl first. While we're waiting for Aaron, I realised that I've forgotten to bring my free Sentosa ticket that Mr. Sean Chua had given me. Guessed what? I went home to take again. -.- Meet them at Houbourfront after that. We were playing like mad at the Sentosa, LOL. Around 4 or 5pm, went Vivo with them. Went Melody and Darryl's birthday party after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Picture's next!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/S2Ue4hX9HPI/AAAAAAAABTk/GkdpEGdwbn0/s400/P30-01-10_13.03.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Behind: Sheryl&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; me. )&lt;br /&gt;( Infront: Augustin &amp;amp; Aaron. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/S2UfVA4nKCI/AAAAAAAABTw/iCXwBJ8G67I/s400/P30-01-10_12.16.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kenneth &amp;amp; Qing hong buried Augustin! LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/S2UfliOXeII/AAAAAAAABT4/oz89FoFksmM/s400/P30-01-10_12.20.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/S2UgTOwJkNI/AAAAAAAABUA/lF6Jt-efeAY/s400/P30-01-10_12.58.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Aaron.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/S2Ugb5_RfuI/AAAAAAAABUI/rRkIiou9abQ/s400/P30-01-10_12.59.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/S2UgnZUbE6I/AAAAAAAABUQ/LkO1HIGuF-U/s400/P30-01-10_13.02%5B1%5D.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/S2UhWE3aOcI/AAAAAAAABUg/jdI0qP820aY/s400/P30-01-10_13.02.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;R.I.P; Rest In Peace. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Done by Augustin &amp;amp; me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/S2UhvRZPlfI/AAAAAAAABUo/AOP3mEM2BRc/s400/P30-01-10_13.12.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Augustin turn, LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/S2UiT3hxe0I/AAAAAAAABVE/CPy1LNtmsLU/s400/P30-01-10_13.11%5B1%5D.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/S2UhJprR9iI/AAAAAAAABUY/A67gnMI5jzM/s400/P30-01-10_13.11%5B2%5D.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/S2Uihi9sYxI/AAAAAAAABVQ/-Fv9WIDUmzU/s400/P30-01-10_13.11.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/S2Ui3xxo9TI/AAAAAAAABVY/7hiLAWQkCwc/s400/P30-01-10_13.12%5B1%5D.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mr.&amp;nbsp;Oh played together with us. HAHAHAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And finally....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/S2UjlnIOSeI/AAAAAAAABVo/_2gLoxtx3aU/s400/P30-01-10_13.12%5B3%5D.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Done &amp;amp; shot by me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I suddenly felt that I'm useless, in every single way.&lt;br /&gt;But fret not, I'll prove myslef wrong.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669385279178223109-4346718477143859635?l=delicate-antique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/feeds/4346718477143859635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post_31.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/4346718477143859635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/4346718477143859635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post_31.html' title='The same as before.'/><author><name>Ah Lynn; Yumiko's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10808136561907649290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TCnoQY9SEBI/AAAAAAAAB0A/s2XnEIlt6Vo/S220/hkhfsffs.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/S2Ue4hX9HPI/AAAAAAAABTk/GkdpEGdwbn0/s72-c/P30-01-10_13.03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669385279178223109.post-2553761420158107149</id><published>2010-01-29T15:10:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T19:01:25.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All the better.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hmmm.... Let me recalled what I've done for the past few months. Alright, lets start from the 2009 countdown celebration. I've spent it with my deareast lady, teohuimin. I'll let pictures do the talking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/S2KX6p02ubI/AAAAAAAABR8/KAUJwtaTaLI/s400/P31-12-09_23.07.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is what she cooked for me. Awwww, I love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/S2KYOkx1PNI/AAAAAAAABSE/M8DQzxsylzU/s320/P29-12-09_16.53.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/S2KYTPNWarI/AAAAAAAABSM/5XOKZ8i_iqs/s320/P29-12-09_16.54.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I&amp;nbsp;don't remember&amp;nbsp;when is it. -.-?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/S2KYh01acmI/AAAAAAAABSU/-TGiyGp4-h4/s320/P08-01-10_09.21%5B1%5D.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/S2KYm3YE6EI/AAAAAAAABSc/NRIfV-dp8RQ/s320/P08-01-10_09.20%5B2%5D%20(2).jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/S2KYwufjU4I/AAAAAAAABSk/yuAC1jjE_0k/s320/P08-01-10_09.21.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/S2KY2Ac6qTI/AAAAAAAABSs/ZXZCb00Agd8/s320/P08-01-10_11.27.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Me and Sheryl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/S2Krr7JHfRI/AAAAAAAABTM/KKVx59erWF0/s400/P28-01-10_13.40%5B1%5D.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Augustin (left), Hadi (right), Me (behind Hadi).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hadi blocked me, LOL.&amp;nbsp;Playing tab tab games.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Photo taken by Sheryl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/S2Krw-_eW8I/AAAAAAAABTU/7tm4G3k61sI/s400/P28-01-10_13.40%5B2%5D.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tab tab games, LOL. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/S2Kr3L3m_JI/AAAAAAAABTc/hUf0QByYlUs/s400/P29-01-10_09.41.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is Aaron, LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Photo taken by Hadi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23th, Sat -&lt;/strong&gt; Outings with Stellah cancelled, rot at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24th, Sun -&lt;/strong&gt; Pool session with da jie and er jie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25th, Mon -&lt;/strong&gt; After school, went Junction 8 have dinner with Sheryl. Find Melody at Tiong Mac after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26th, Tues -&lt;/strong&gt; Have dinner together with my family at Redhill after school. Home after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27th, Wed -&lt;/strong&gt; After school, went Junction 8 and ate Mos Burger with Augustin, Qing Hong, Kenneth and Sheryl. Meet Gerald after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28th, Thurs -&lt;/strong&gt; Went home after school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29th, Fri -&lt;/strong&gt; Went home after school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;School was fun today from&amp;nbsp;8am-1pm. I can say that today was really slacked untill we kept on throwing paper bombs, playing tab tab games&amp;nbsp;and etc. Tomorrow meeting the rest at Bishan Juntion 8 early in the morning at around 8am before going to Sentosa, Qing hong's idea. -.-&amp;nbsp;That's it, byeeee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669385279178223109-2553761420158107149?l=delicate-antique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/feeds/2553761420158107149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2010/01/hmmm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/2553761420158107149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/2553761420158107149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2010/01/hmmm.html' title='All the better.'/><author><name>Ah Lynn; Yumiko's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10808136561907649290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TCnoQY9SEBI/AAAAAAAAB0A/s2XnEIlt6Vo/S220/hkhfsffs.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/S2KX6p02ubI/AAAAAAAABR8/KAUJwtaTaLI/s72-c/P31-12-09_23.07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669385279178223109.post-2161507566050088819</id><published>2010-01-22T18:52:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T15:38:59.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>只有无能的人, 才会替自己的失败, 找各种可笑的借口。</title><content type='html'>Okay, a very short post before I chiong for my drawings. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Joke of the day;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Jin da make the 'juicer sound', made us laugh like mad during lesson time, LOL. I swear I laugh until my tears keep flowing-out. They keep bullying a innocent and shy Jin da, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break time ate together with Sheryl, Qing hong, Augustin and Hadi. After school walk to MRT with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;early in the morning went gerald’s place lend laptop, headed to school after that. At night have dinner with Gerald at Tiong Mac.&amp;nbsp;Today skipped snooker, after school went bugis with Sheryl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, time to finish my drawings. I don't like to drag till last minute. Byeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669385279178223109-2161507566050088819?l=delicate-antique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/feeds/2161507566050088819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post_22.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/2161507566050088819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/2161507566050088819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post_22.html' title='只有无能的人, 才会替自己的失败, 找各种可笑的借口。'/><author><name>Ah Lynn; Yumiko's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10808136561907649290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TCnoQY9SEBI/AAAAAAAAB0A/s2XnEIlt6Vo/S220/hkhfsffs.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669385279178223109.post-4464289015665272085</id><published>2010-01-21T09:27:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T17:22:23.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>人在无法沟通的时候, 言语根本就是废物。</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15th, Friday&amp;nbsp;-&lt;/strong&gt; End school at 1pm, went Orchid Country Club for our CCA with Sheryl, Kevin and the rest. Around 4+ went Bugis with Sheryl, meet erjie after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16th, Sat –&lt;/strong&gt; Went out with Mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17th, Sun&amp;nbsp;-&lt;/strong&gt; Went Bugis with erjie, saw Ler working at 2nd floor. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18th, Mon&amp;nbsp;-&lt;/strong&gt; After school went Kovan with Sheryl, had Yoshinoya as our dinner, home at 8pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19th, Tues&amp;nbsp;-&lt;/strong&gt; Went home after school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20th, Wed&amp;nbsp;-&lt;/strong&gt; Went home after school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669385279178223109-4464289015665272085?l=delicate-antique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/feeds/4464289015665272085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/4464289015665272085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/4464289015665272085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='人在无法沟通的时候, 言语根本就是废物。'/><author><name>Ah Lynn; Yumiko's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10808136561907649290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TCnoQY9SEBI/AAAAAAAAB0A/s2XnEIlt6Vo/S220/hkhfsffs.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669385279178223109.post-3084181220466102567</id><published>2010-01-12T12:47:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T12:45:49.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The road to success is not straight, there is a curve called failure.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Suddenly tempting to.... go clubbing, go sheesha and start smoking. ):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate friends commenting about my past, I hate family commenting about my studies.&lt;br /&gt;Why bother to nag when you know I’ve already made up my mind to study hard?&lt;br /&gt;I’m just an ordinary girl.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just trying to be a girl that is different from the past.&lt;br /&gt;And I’m doing it pretty well. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was fun. Enjoying my lessons with my classmates almost everyday, hope it remains for the next 2 years. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4th, Mon -&lt;/strong&gt; First day of school. Orientation time play those idiotic games. -.- After school went Far-east with Huimin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5th, Tues&amp;nbsp;-&lt;/strong&gt; In the morning, Kevin suddenly sat beside me and asked me to exchange number with him. Seriously stunned me. -.- Afternoon time, whole class sabo me to be the representative of the class to do the catwalk infront of whole school. Wai Long (The commando, LOL!), to do the speech. No choice, yah I did and our class won the 2nd price. Not bad hor?! LOL. Meet Huimin after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6th, Wed - &lt;/strong&gt;After school went straight home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7th, Thurs&amp;nbsp;-&lt;/strong&gt; After went to Tampinese ITE and Macpherson ITE, went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8th, Fri&amp;nbsp;-&lt;/strong&gt; After school, bused to Hougang with Sheryl and one of her guy friend, meet Stellah and Mantha, went to Ngee Ann Poleytechnic’s Open House. We shouted at the camera and we managed to get a free tee-shirt from the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9th, Sat - &lt;/strong&gt;Pool with Sheryl and Noel around Bugis area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10th, Sun - &lt;/strong&gt;Out to library alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11th, Mon&amp;nbsp;-&lt;/strong&gt; After school went Heartland Mall with Sheryl to buy my school shoes. Have dinner together with her there, homed after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12th, Tues -&lt;/strong&gt; After school went Tiong Bahru Plaza with Huimin. Have dinner there, homed after that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13th, Wed -&lt;/strong&gt;Went Macpherson ITE to have our talk. After school went straight home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14th, Thurs (Today)&amp;nbsp;-&lt;/strong&gt; Most probably go home after school today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will update more soon....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Imma happy little girl.&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/6669385279178223109-3084181220466102567?l=delicate-antique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/feeds/3084181220466102567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2010/01/hello-people-im-with-sheryl-chia-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/3084181220466102567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/3084181220466102567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2010/01/hello-people-im-with-sheryl-chia-now.html' title='The road to success is not straight, there is a curve called failure.'/><author><name>Ah Lynn; Yumiko's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10808136561907649290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TCnoQY9SEBI/AAAAAAAAB0A/s2XnEIlt6Vo/S220/hkhfsffs.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669385279178223109.post-3329094502650923829</id><published>2010-01-04T21:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T18:04:03.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我不会让我的眼泪陪我夜。</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/S0Hl7CQbEjI/AAAAAAAABRU/ZxAVua_ZQ1c/s1600-h/Final.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="368" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/S0Hl7CQbEjI/AAAAAAAABRU/ZxAVua_ZQ1c/s400/Final.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First day of school was&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;awesome!~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669385279178223109-3329094502650923829?l=delicate-antique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/feeds/3329094502650923829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-day-of-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/3329094502650923829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/3329094502650923829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2010/01/first-day-of-school.html' title='我不会让我的眼泪陪我夜。'/><author><name>Ah Lynn; Yumiko's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10808136561907649290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TCnoQY9SEBI/AAAAAAAAB0A/s2XnEIlt6Vo/S220/hkhfsffs.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/S0Hl7CQbEjI/AAAAAAAABRU/ZxAVua_ZQ1c/s72-c/Final.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669385279178223109.post-5777653153789869890</id><published>2010-01-03T14:16:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T19:42:16.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>错误的选择。</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 32px;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR PEOPLE!! BYE 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30th December 09, Wednesday -&lt;/span&gt; Result out. (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I got into the course succesfully!~ ) &lt;/span&gt;Went school with Hui, bought my uniform, went Bugis, bought my school shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;31th December 09, Thrusday - &lt;/span&gt;Go school submit form with parents. Ate our lunch at J8, went home take mom medicine, went Buona Vista find auntie together with mom. Went Bii's place. Around 9+, headed to Vivo to find Hui to countdown, reached at around 10+ going 11pm. Reached home at 2am sharp. Heard something that terrified me on the way home, shall not eleborate any further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1st January 2010, Friday -&lt;/span&gt; Stayed at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2nd January 2010, Saturday -&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Went to Hui's place. Caught 'The Fourth Kind' at Tiong Bahru.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3rd January 2010, Sunday -&lt;/span&gt; &amp;nbsp;Out with Hui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In January or February 2009, &lt;/span&gt;my sister managed to fulfied her dream to opened a salon, but closed down in a few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In April 2009&lt;/span&gt;, my grandma passed away, its a huge blow to all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In 2009,&lt;/span&gt; I met Stellah and Zining, my both precious ladies onlined. Never would I know that we were as close as my both real-blood sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In April or May 2009,&lt;/span&gt; i met G. This 7 months + 1 week relationship is the longest I had than before. Relationship ended now, but its okay. Something went wrong between us, I don't know why. I'm afraid to love again. Maybe our relationship this year is for me learn how to let go, what must end must really end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In 2009,&lt;/span&gt; I realised that there's a girl that I can trust and she will for me whenever I'm in my darkest point of life. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And that's Huimin. Girl, thanks a million.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In 2009&lt;/span&gt;, I sucessfully got into 'Product Disign' course in Bishan ITE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; in 2010,&lt;/span&gt; will be a new start for me. Whatever things that happened in 2009, let it be bygones. I want a new environment, I want a new me. I swear I'll strive hard this year to get what I really wanted. Be it on my studies or relationship in the future, i want to strive for the best.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Lynn, must buck up oh!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669385279178223109-5777653153789869890?l=delicate-antique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/feeds/5777653153789869890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2010/01/wrong-decision.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/5777653153789869890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/5777653153789869890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2010/01/wrong-decision.html' title='错误的选择。'/><author><name>Ah Lynn; Yumiko's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10808136561907649290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TCnoQY9SEBI/AAAAAAAAB0A/s2XnEIlt6Vo/S220/hkhfsffs.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669385279178223109.post-3708724665147967181</id><published>2009-12-29T12:35:00.022+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T15:46:14.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meaningless?</title><content type='html'>Currently at Bishan Campus&amp;nbsp;lab&amp;nbsp;now with Huimin and Regina. Results out tomorrowwww after 10am! GOD BLESS!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a torturing night for me, I SWEAR. You know, my eyes are hurting right now. I've cried continuesly for 3 hours yesterday night. Luckily it didin't affect my interview today. I hoped, no.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21th December 09, Monday -&lt;/strong&gt; Worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22th December 09, Tuesday -&lt;/strong&gt; Worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23th December 09, Wednesday&amp;nbsp;-&lt;/strong&gt; Out with sister. Find bii at Vivo awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24th December 09, Thursday&amp;nbsp;-&lt;/strong&gt; Ended work at 8pm, find bii at Orchard Central.&lt;br /&gt;25&lt;strong&gt;th December 09, Friday -&lt;/strong&gt; Worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26th December 09, Saturday&amp;nbsp;-&lt;/strong&gt; Worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27th December 09, Sunday&amp;nbsp;-&lt;/strong&gt; Worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28th December 09, Monday - &lt;/strong&gt;Out with Huimin, went Bugis together with sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29th December 09, Tuesday -&lt;/strong&gt; Interview at Bishan Campus with Hui and Reg. Sub-way with Hui and Reg. After that went Bishan Library with Hui.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669385279178223109-3708724665147967181?l=delicate-antique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/feeds/3708724665147967181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-finished-my-interview.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/3708724665147967181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/3708724665147967181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-finished-my-interview.html' title='Meaningless?'/><author><name>Ah Lynn; Yumiko's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10808136561907649290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TCnoQY9SEBI/AAAAAAAAB0A/s2XnEIlt6Vo/S220/hkhfsffs.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669385279178223109.post-6345062394630641430</id><published>2009-12-20T11:45:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T19:26:19.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My heel's make my toe's ache!! &gt;;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/Sy-MARUhufI/AAAAAAAABRM/pdfyhML-Vlo/s400/IMG_0335.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/Sy5PyGuDROI/AAAAAAAABQs/pTu52X84fg8/s320/IMG_0328.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/Sy-Kr06MfUI/AAAAAAAABRE/16c_EOgx-ns/s320/ajskajss.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Taken at Cheryl's place.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;Lazy to eleborate much, shall do a short post for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate at &lt;strong&gt;'Thai Express'&lt;/strong&gt; with Mummy and Sister in the afternoon. Went Clarke quay and&amp;nbsp;Bishan&amp;nbsp;with Stellah yesterday. When the moment she saw me, she said she thought that I'm a office lady. -.- Trained to Tampines, went to Cheryl's place at around 7 or 8 plus, cabbed to her house. That stupid taxi driver really pissed me off, I should have note down his car number then complained about him!! Stayed at Cheryl's place till 9+, went down to find two of her friend, Leonard and Steve. They droved us home at around 12.30am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669385279178223109-6345062394630641430?l=delicate-antique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/feeds/6345062394630641430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2009/12/no-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/6345062394630641430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/6345062394630641430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2009/12/no-life.html' title='My heel&apos;s make my toe&apos;s ache!! &gt;;'/><author><name>Ah Lynn; Yumiko's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10808136561907649290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TCnoQY9SEBI/AAAAAAAAB0A/s2XnEIlt6Vo/S220/hkhfsffs.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/Sy-MARUhufI/AAAAAAAABRM/pdfyhML-Vlo/s72-c/IMG_0335.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669385279178223109.post-819846635149773087</id><published>2009-12-18T23:45:00.025+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T19:44:26.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stick's and stone's may break my bone's, but word's will never hurt me.</title><content type='html'>Didin't managed to meet up Noel today, due to my work. Awww, I'm so sorry&amp;nbsp;to informed you last minute!&amp;nbsp;&amp;gt;,&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;Onlined registered for the ITE stuffs just now, hopefully this time round I'll get in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to worked at 5.30pm today. Uncle said in the morning and afternoon quite alot of customers.&amp;nbsp;But when I come, there's none! LOL, did i bring bad luck to them? ): Xiaopang didin't work for today, my ear's alot peaceful. LOL. =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End worked at exact 10pm. When the moment bus came at 10.15pm, I thought that I can reached home ealier today. Then I realised that I've forgotten to top-up my card. I was standing infront of the bus then I realised that how forgetful am I. -.- No choice, missed that bus, then went to MRT Station to top-up my card. Stupid me, &lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;hort &lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;erm &lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;emory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my working environment;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;usty, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ulgarities, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;igeratte smells, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;eng's, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;ian's. And what's more? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;eirdo's everywhere. It's a miracle that i've endured and worked there for almost 1 month. -.- Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting &lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;tellah tomorrow, hopefully it'll be a fun day for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;aby!~ You know I miss you or not?! Hahahaha, LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669385279178223109-819846635149773087?l=delicate-antique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/feeds/819846635149773087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2009/12/sticks-and-stones-may-break-my-bones.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/819846635149773087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/819846635149773087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2009/12/sticks-and-stones-may-break-my-bones.html' title='Stick&apos;s and stone&apos;s may break my bone&apos;s, but word&apos;s will never hurt me.'/><author><name>Ah Lynn; Yumiko's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10808136561907649290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TCnoQY9SEBI/AAAAAAAAB0A/s2XnEIlt6Vo/S220/hkhfsffs.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669385279178223109.post-7055595320805412657</id><published>2009-12-16T23:40:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T19:45:24.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's complicated.</title><content type='html'>HAHAHA, tell you what. Bii is so damn cute today, L-O-L. He replied; 'Ok right. :-(' The way he agreed with my words makes me laughed, cause somehow I find him cute! &amp;gt;,&amp;lt; HAHAHA!~ Ignore me, I'm mad. Shhhh, I shall keep the others confidential,&amp;nbsp;if not&amp;nbsp;he'll scold me. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I love all my friends. You guys know I kept on push back those outings cause I'm quite pack with my work. So,&amp;nbsp;I hope you guys understand me. It's not that I'm lazy or I did it on purpose to last minute informed you guys that I cannot meet. Thanks a million! &amp;lt;;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669385279178223109-7055595320805412657?l=delicate-antique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/feeds/7055595320805412657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2009/12/lifes-complicated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/7055595320805412657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/7055595320805412657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2009/12/lifes-complicated.html' title='Life&apos;s complicated.'/><author><name>Ah Lynn; Yumiko's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10808136561907649290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TCnoQY9SEBI/AAAAAAAAB0A/s2XnEIlt6Vo/S220/hkhfsffs.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669385279178223109.post-7895703394891755955</id><published>2009-12-15T01:30:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T15:42:37.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It can be painful when one is dumped without cause or any indication that the other party has lost interest and wants to move on.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Fareast -&amp;gt; Bugis -&amp;gt; Home.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out with Cheryl, Wenfang and Zining today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been ages since I last met Cheryl. Overall&amp;nbsp;was fun,&amp;nbsp;but tiring.&amp;nbsp;Finally I found my favourite bag selling at Fareast man! Actually wanted to buy a red bag, but Zining and the sales girl said white suits me better. So&amp;nbsp;with much hesitation, I bought the white one. Okay, it cost me around 30 bucks. ): After eating, we headed to Bugis to looked for Cheryl and Wenfang. Home at about&amp;nbsp;9.45pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I'm stucked at the moment, really stucked. Damn it. I have to paid for the serious consequences if I do it. You simply just sux. -.- Teach me what to do right now.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669385279178223109-7895703394891755955?l=delicate-antique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/feeds/7895703394891755955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2009/12/it-can-be-painful-when-one-is-dumped.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/7895703394891755955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/7895703394891755955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2009/12/it-can-be-painful-when-one-is-dumped.html' title='It can be painful when one is dumped without cause or any indication that the other party has lost interest and wants to move on.'/><author><name>Ah Lynn; Yumiko's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10808136561907649290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TCnoQY9SEBI/AAAAAAAAB0A/s2XnEIlt6Vo/S220/hkhfsffs.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669385279178223109.post-8993798636265475832</id><published>2009-12-14T01:03:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T19:47:10.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's like finally, 2 days of freedom!! (Off day).</title><content type='html'>Well, today worked from 1pm-10pm.&amp;nbsp;Uncle not around, worked with Kai qing today,&amp;nbsp;uncle's&amp;nbsp;real blood daughter.&amp;nbsp;It's the second time we worked together. We chated about plenty of stuffs, and she's really a nice and easy going girl I must say. (: I can even laughed about those&amp;nbsp;idiotic stuffs that&amp;nbsp;customers do when I'm with her. =x We're like, insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be out&amp;nbsp;to Bugis&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; Fareast with&amp;nbsp;Cheryl, Wenfang &amp;amp; Zining tommorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669385279178223109-8993798636265475832?l=delicate-antique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/feeds/8993798636265475832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2009/12/like-finally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/8993798636265475832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/8993798636265475832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2009/12/like-finally.html' title='It&apos;s like finally, 2 days of freedom!! (Off day).'/><author><name>Ah Lynn; Yumiko's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10808136561907649290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TCnoQY9SEBI/AAAAAAAAB0A/s2XnEIlt6Vo/S220/hkhfsffs.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669385279178223109.post-849207730052383237</id><published>2009-12-12T01:08:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T19:48:04.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're being such a nuisance!</title><content type='html'>Never seen such a 'bhb' person before. Sorry for being straight-forward. Firstly, I don't admire you from taking numbers from a girl when you&amp;nbsp;claimed&amp;nbsp;that&amp;nbsp;you had a girlfriend. 'Oh, you know I'm attached?~' Please lah, sarcastic man. Secondly, if you have a girlfriend, then you shouldn't take numbers from other girls. Am I right? Thirdly, Xiao pang&amp;nbsp;is not your dog, so you have no right to asked him to&amp;nbsp;asked me this and that. You don't dare, then don't bother to asked me whatever shit. I can be very nasty to you if you make my blood boiled. You're just a typical ah beng that can be found/seen anywhere. For goodness sake,&amp;nbsp;stop&amp;nbsp;yourself from acting beng infront of me. I worked at Bugis-Street, dosen't mean that I'm a ah lian that will like all your ah beng acts. -.- &lt;strong&gt;And fourth, this reason is already enough for me to ignore you. &lt;/strong&gt;You don't even&amp;nbsp;qualified to be my friend, I hate ah beng. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huimin, I'm so gonna miss youuuu! Meet me right after you're back from cambodia. Will update you with my ITE Registration stuffs in Facebook. &amp;lt;:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669385279178223109-849207730052383237?l=delicate-antique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/feeds/849207730052383237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2009/12/youre-being-such-nuisance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/849207730052383237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/849207730052383237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2009/12/youre-being-such-nuisance.html' title='You&apos;re being such a nuisance!'/><author><name>Ah Lynn; Yumiko's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10808136561907649290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TCnoQY9SEBI/AAAAAAAAB0A/s2XnEIlt6Vo/S220/hkhfsffs.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669385279178223109.post-5039934954190398513</id><published>2009-12-09T22:24:00.032+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T18:38:27.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot &amp; cold.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;You know I hate history keeps on repeating itself times and times again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, right. Mood swing just now, but now I'm perfectly fine. Damn shitxzs,&amp;nbsp;I'm having a bad headache right now. Terrible feeling. N-Level result will be out on the 15th, which is next week's Tuesday. ^^v Nah, I'm not a N-Level student, but N-Level result out means that ITE Registration is around the corner! Wish me luck okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I managed to get a off-day from my boss. And guessed what? I actually&amp;nbsp;spent my day at Clarke Quay, alone. Pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye readers, love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669385279178223109-5039934954190398513?l=delicate-antique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/feeds/5039934954190398513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2009/12/hot-cold.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/5039934954190398513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/5039934954190398513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2009/12/hot-cold.html' title='Hot &amp; cold.'/><author><name>Ah Lynn; Yumiko's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10808136561907649290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TCnoQY9SEBI/AAAAAAAAB0A/s2XnEIlt6Vo/S220/hkhfsffs.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669385279178223109.post-4723961799126472816</id><published>2009-12-08T00:47:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T19:50:37.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sorry?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: large;"&gt;Happy 17th birthday, my beloved girl!~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End work at exact 10pm, Huimin came and we bused home together. Had heart to heart session with her at Tiong Bahru Plaza. Bought a very tiny blueberry cheese cake for her as her birthday cake, and she was like really jumping with joy. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning when I saw the message that you sent me, I burst out crying. You didin't know that your words are hurtful to me, like a sharp knife. I apologised, for the stupid&amp;nbsp;names that I called you.&amp;nbsp;But thank's god, you called me just now, and I'm feeling much better already. When working, the auntie keep saying me, and I was like really upset till I cried. Plus the song that my shop opposite played, &lt;strong&gt;'Because Of You' by Kelly Clarkson&lt;/strong&gt;, it made my heart sank right down to the bottom even more. And yeah, skipped my meals today. Just ate&amp;nbsp;a packet of fries when I'm in Mac with my birthday girl. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sis going to interview at my working place tomorrow, god bless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669385279178223109-4723961799126472816?l=delicate-antique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/feeds/4723961799126472816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-sorry_08.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/4723961799126472816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/4723961799126472816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-sorry_08.html' title='I&apos;m sorry?'/><author><name>Ah Lynn; Yumiko's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10808136561907649290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TCnoQY9SEBI/AAAAAAAAB0A/s2XnEIlt6Vo/S220/hkhfsffs.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669385279178223109.post-5542499500024365582</id><published>2009-12-04T01:10:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T23:49:49.767+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time is a great medicine for every diseases.</title><content type='html'>Was stoning and thinking some stuffs when my shop no customers, Eric &lt;strong&gt;shocked me&lt;/strong&gt; by calling my name while I'm standing and staring at the floor. &lt;strong&gt;I AM FREAKING SCARED UNTIL WHOLE HEART LIKE JUMPING OUT. -.-&lt;/strong&gt; He wanted to find a job, so I asked him to interview at the shop opposite mine. He came at around 5 plus. After that Kelvin came, together with his mother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669385279178223109-5542499500024365582?l=delicate-antique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/feeds/5542499500024365582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2009/12/was-stoning-and-thinking-some-stuffs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/5542499500024365582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/5542499500024365582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2009/12/was-stoning-and-thinking-some-stuffs.html' title='Time is a great medicine for every diseases.'/><author><name>Ah Lynn; Yumiko's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10808136561907649290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TCnoQY9SEBI/AAAAAAAAB0A/s2XnEIlt6Vo/S220/hkhfsffs.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669385279178223109.post-8740550504983804815</id><published>2009-12-02T23:46:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T19:27:03.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hear the past, see the present, touch the future.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/SxaRgr76YRI/AAAAAAAABO8/COF20Qtfgxc/s320/sllss.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/SxaRqQmoXNI/AAAAAAAABPE/wRbsVTDv-NM/s320/slss.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to find Elaine before I worked today. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As time passed by, I've realised that friends around me had became more matured. The way they handle things now, not like in the past&amp;nbsp;often made harsh decisions. And you know?&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;Environment can changed a person.&amp;nbsp;(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's a tiring day. I get irritated when customers picking fuss on me or those dresses or bags in our shop. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;You like it, you buy. You don't like it, then get lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; As simple as that right? And I don't know why some customers loves to attitude those sales girl, like me, when I did not do anything that offended them? Some even staring at me when I'm serving customers. What a joke?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Chinyong and Serene came to my shop for awhile just now. Been ages since I last saw him. Ha, so nice of him, come disturb me while I working. -.- And, I was really surprised when Huimin passed-by my shop just now, together with Zul and the rest. Zul was like really stunned and asked me; Are you Lynn?! L-O-L.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669385279178223109-8740550504983804815?l=delicate-antique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/feeds/8740550504983804815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2009/12/hear-past-see-present-touch-future.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/8740550504983804815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/8740550504983804815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2009/12/hear-past-see-present-touch-future.html' title='Hear the past, see the present, touch the future.'/><author><name>Ah Lynn; Yumiko's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10808136561907649290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TCnoQY9SEBI/AAAAAAAAB0A/s2XnEIlt6Vo/S220/hkhfsffs.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/SxaRgr76YRI/AAAAAAAABO8/COF20Qtfgxc/s72-c/sllss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669385279178223109.post-272311850801820618</id><published>2009-12-01T15:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T19:57:56.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I tried to think back, the past and the present me.</title><content type='html'>YAY!~ &lt;strong&gt;It's 01 December 2009 today!&lt;/strong&gt; Heheheheh. This shows that ITE Registration is coming to the corner already, I'm excited! :D But, it also shows that I need to quit my current job within this month. Perhaps end of this month?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had an small arguement with bii yesterday. I've re-post back the post on the 27th November 09. And seriously I admit that it's totally my fault. But thank's god, we're fine now. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yesterday work was alright. Uncle work with me till 6pm, auntie came after that. As usual, she loves decorating christmas stuffs. She asked me to climbed here and there just to put up all those decorating stuffs. And you know what? I will snizze non-stop if there's dust around me. But due to the lack of workers, I'm the one suffering. ): There's a china lady, aged around 20+, came to our shop and bought a long pants. After that she requested to changed there immediately. The problem is, we have no fitting room?! The next moment what I saw is, her sitting down and changed her pants. I was like really stunned. She freaked me out, seriously. Closed shop at exact 10pm, and now I feel the importance of uncle! You know why? Cause when we're closing the shop, we have to pull down that metal thing. No one was there to help us, so I know I'm the one to do these things. I was like keep jumping and pulling that bloody thing down, and that's when a passer-by came to helped us out. Finally. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll give work a miss for today, and I'm staying at home for the whole day! Online-ing and anime. ^^v&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669385279178223109-272311850801820618?l=delicate-antique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/feeds/272311850801820618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-tried-to-think-back-past-and-present.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/272311850801820618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/272311850801820618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-tried-to-think-back-past-and-present.html' title='I tried to think back, the past and the present me.'/><author><name>Ah Lynn; Yumiko's.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10808136561907649290</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/TCnoQY9SEBI/AAAAAAAAB0A/s2XnEIlt6Vo/S220/hkhfsffs.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6669385279178223109.post-9033371089060099214</id><published>2009-11-27T20:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T15:38:02.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>27/05/09; 0840. Our ᴿᴼᴹᴬᴺϾᴱ.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2bye-olR-XQ/SxXq8YVTDbI/AAAAAAAABOk/Ys-nbQO128g/s400/slss.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;HAPPY 6TH MONTH ANNIVERSARY!! I LOVE YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm hurt, deeply hurt. I didin't mean to delete that post, I didin't mean to. You know I'm always muddle-headed. Forgive me this time round? I just couldn't stop myself from inflict self injuries on myself when I'm feeling down.&lt;strong&gt; 'H' &lt;/strong&gt;and&lt;strong&gt; 'A'&lt;/strong&gt; is already on my hand, be prepared to see &lt;strong&gt;'T' &lt;/strong&gt;and&lt;strong&gt; 'E'&lt;/strong&gt; soon. If you catch no balls, then&amp;nbsp;figure it out yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Bii, I know you don't like me apologising to you, but I still have to say.&lt;br /&gt;I'M REALLY SORRY.&lt;br /&gt;You stands a first place in my heart, and you will always be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6669385279178223109-9033371089060099214?l=delicate-antique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/feeds/9033371089060099214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2009/11/270509-0840-our.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/9033371089060099214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6669385279178223109/posts/default/9033371089060099214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delicate-antique.blogspot.com/2009/11/270509-0840-our.html' title='27/05/09; 0840. 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