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Cos I can never make up my mind.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>LynneT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01747633198774143887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQyjuQAuFUI/AAAAAAAADBw/LKsKfsjrvcY/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>464</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644371329885133583.post-1267775452951274422</id><published>2011-12-01T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T15:25:26.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Found Love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="640" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/6I3kgbBp6PY?rel=0&amp;amp;hd=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just a song that's been in my head since yesterday.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644371329885133583-1267775452951274422?l=everchanging-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1267775452951274422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644371329885133583&amp;postID=1267775452951274422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/1267775452951274422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/1267775452951274422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/2011/12/found-love.html' title='Found Love.'/><author><name>LynneT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01747633198774143887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQyjuQAuFUI/AAAAAAAADBw/LKsKfsjrvcY/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/6I3kgbBp6PY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644371329885133583.post-466621578601443935</id><published>2011-11-29T21:07:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T23:20:01.963+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stingrays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='penang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ultimate'/><title type='text'>Stingrays in Penang!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-motuLGJL8X4/TtT2DACnY6I/AAAAAAAAEvM/s9-bLDvEaTw/s1600/IMG_0949.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-motuLGJL8X4/TtT2DACnY6I/AAAAAAAAEvM/s9-bLDvEaTw/s400/IMG_0949.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680435561432048546" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Ultimate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's not just a sport, it's a lifestyle.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;also I have to say, that half orange body in the corner, was Ethan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Edmund skied Ethan. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When you stay away from something you love for so long&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You'll have this craving when you finally see it again&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Especially when you know you still have to stay away.&lt;/i&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m91ng85ropQ/TtTdmNFDNjI/AAAAAAAAEt4/ndcAV-gLKuQ/s1600/DSC_9634.JPG" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m91ng85ropQ/TtTdmNFDNjI/AAAAAAAAEt4/ndcAV-gLKuQ/s400/DSC_9634.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680408678436648498" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My internship marked the beginning of my Stingrays get-away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I must say I'm kinda thankful for it, and I also regret very much that I had to be away for so long. On the good side, my return to the family was marked by a 3 day roadtrip with these people -- in my fav state, Penang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Unfortunately though, I still am not totally addicted to photog-ing of lately, so no pictures of things other than the focus, the hat itself. Pictures I'm sure will be uploaded from the other 3 DSLR's onto Facebook. =/ -- but even so, apparently I managed to spam my camera.  (dunno how I did it. - 1.6k+ pics. mati aku.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay so, &lt;b&gt;Penang Hat overview&lt;/b&gt; --&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; we left inti about 6++pm (mainly thanks to me -- sorry guys.) and got there (after a stop at ipoh at 10+pm for dinner) at about 1.30am? Convoy 5 cars, and upon reaching penang island, all 5 cars ended up taking different routes, and mostly getting lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So then came Anthony to the rescue!  Which meant, we got to the apartment at only about 2.30 am, and finally settled in and went to bed about 3am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q0hxR_T82BU/TtTlI2UHUNI/AAAAAAAAEuc/VyiEJTmvoZM/s1600/DSC_8625.JPG" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q0hxR_T82BU/TtTlI2UHUNI/AAAAAAAAEuc/VyiEJTmvoZM/s400/DSC_8625.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680416970202632402" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was sleepy and more sleepy. =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Bad news? we had to be up by 5am. That left 2 hours for us to sleep. ZZZZZ. Breakfast and then headed to the field for the hat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AZ7LQy5qUGM/TtTlJMhssDI/AAAAAAAAEuk/QYXrCGoaog4/s1600/IMG_9808.JPG" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AZ7LQy5qUGM/TtTlJMhssDI/AAAAAAAAEuk/QYXrCGoaog4/s400/IMG_9808.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680416976165187634" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6.30 am, stingrays ready to go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Other than walking around taking pictures and jaga-ing the icebox and bags, I also slept at some point on the field under the tent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rcHAF-V76tM/TtTepNdIdyI/AAAAAAAAEuE/Zz5i9QH-tAQ/s1600/DSC_9219.JPG" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rcHAF-V76tM/TtTepNdIdyI/AAAAAAAAEuE/Zz5i9QH-tAQ/s400/DSC_9219.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680409829588891426" style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dann Kenn spammed shots of my walking up to him -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That night we went to some hawker for dinner, and staying true to a visit at Penang, the table was FILLED with food. Though, having 26 people, we had to split up to 3 groups of tables.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wzyEUstmsWI/TtTjoQeDx6I/AAAAAAAAEuQ/HgIJ7myHSDU/s400/DSC_9573.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680415310776354722" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of the tables filled with food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The next morning we repeated the 5am wake up, breakfast with toast and eggs -- at the same store mind u, and then headed off to the field. Apparently we were also amongst the earliest there. =.="&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Day 2 of Penang Hat included more walking around and taking pics for me. Without the sleeping this time. Also, I forgot my sunblock and didn't want to use up people's one so I didn't apply as often. That ended me up with sunburn down the left-back side of my neck, and my left ear. I have no pictures to proof, cos well, it's just a plain weird side to be sunburned. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;At the end of the hat, I've never seen an award ceremony with as many people as these, normally everyone would go home, but this time, I guess it's cos everyone was stuck on the island, so everyone was there for the award ceremony. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I also met up with Alvin Ooi, &lt;b&gt;for the first time ever&lt;/b&gt;. And passed him an overdue souvenir from my China trip last year. Yep, one year and a few months later. Lol! Too bad I didn't get a pic with him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Later than night, again I have no pictures (but the others do) we went to Anthony's house for a BBQ dinner, and damn it was good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The next day was filled with driving and eating. =.="&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;So, thanks to Anthony for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;a) coming to the rescue on &lt;s&gt;Friday night&lt;/s&gt; Saturday early morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;b) taking us around the island the whollleee time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;c) the dinner (and letting us be the first people there, awww)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;d) helping us find our way off the island so we don't get lost again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What I really have to say is this, and &lt;b&gt;Stingrays, I hope you guys are reading this.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We always say Stingrays are a family. And if you look into it closely, we're like a family in more ways than one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HdwIMd8EXYg/TtTzwvsSL0I/AAAAAAAAEu0/72UclbE_OC8/s1600/225061_210659185625641_100000446830300_733463_1096646_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HdwIMd8EXYg/TtTzwvsSL0I/AAAAAAAAEu0/72UclbE_OC8/s400/225061_210659185625641_100000446830300_733463_1096646_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680433048782516034" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We're like an extended family, imho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We fight amongst ourselves, some get along better than some do. Some are so far away -- in other countries, some have even been forgotten by the newer ones, (imagine young cousins not knowing the existence of a cousin who's MUCH older -- not untill recently I realized I had another cousin to add on to the already many cousins I have on my mom's side, thats why i can say that.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ts7xf3-5-wU/TtTzw6dHPTI/AAAAAAAAEvA/mN4AVmxFkKE/s1600/267094_235861693105390_100000446830300_853955_1384189_o.jpg" style="text-align: left; " onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ts7xf3-5-wU/TtTzw6dHPTI/AAAAAAAAEvA/mN4AVmxFkKE/s400/267094_235861693105390_100000446830300_853955_1384189_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680433051671674162" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But guys, I just want u all to remember. We're a family, we're a team. No matter what may happen between two or more members, teammates, we're in this together. Whatever disagreements u may have, always remember to leave it OFF the field - be it training or tournament. Yes I know it's easier said than done, but try okay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Every family has their own drama, we have ours too. But in the end, we should still love each other. =)&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: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&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&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644371329885133583-466621578601443935?l=everchanging-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/feeds/466621578601443935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644371329885133583&amp;postID=466621578601443935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/466621578601443935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/466621578601443935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/2011/11/stingrays-in-penang.html' title='Stingrays in Penang!'/><author><name>LynneT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01747633198774143887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQyjuQAuFUI/AAAAAAAADBw/LKsKfsjrvcY/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-motuLGJL8X4/TtT2DACnY6I/AAAAAAAAEvM/s9-bLDvEaTw/s72-c/IMG_0949.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644371329885133583.post-1567957024487341939</id><published>2011-11-21T12:02:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T12:12:29.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On other stories...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Would you believe that untill 2 days ago,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'd never been to the Japanese restaurant at Klana Resort, Seremban&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And I've lived my whole life in Seremban. =/&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, my family his this, sort of tradition where we go out for dinner to celebrate birthdays... or.. celebrate anything at all really. And since we were limited to sban this year&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt; (for reasons I still do not comprehend)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and i wanted Japanese, we ended up somewhere, which we should have been to before a long time ago, instead of 2 days ago =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yuri Japanese Restaurant, Klana Resort, Seremban.&lt;/b&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HKDoFrqsweY/TsnNnkeZkNI/AAAAAAAAEto/oEjTcX7vN-0/s1600/390182_10150561897379428_732319427_11397060_550096082_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HKDoFrqsweY/TsnNnkeZkNI/AAAAAAAAEto/oEjTcX7vN-0/s400/390182_10150561897379428_732319427_11397060_550096082_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677294884966994130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Twins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So according to my family, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they were saying how we really look alike in this picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*stares* other than the nose, I don't see it. =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NaA5G9A5YRw/TsnNnlu1vWI/AAAAAAAAEtg/LVx3Gg3N1zk/s1600/389126_10150561899904428_732319427_11397077_2082086070_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NaA5G9A5YRw/TsnNnlu1vWI/AAAAAAAAEtg/LVx3Gg3N1zk/s400/389126_10150561899904428_732319427_11397077_2082086070_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677294885304384866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sisters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rare moments where Winne is the shortest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wuahahahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ukrM1UZdA_0/TsnNmq4sQRI/AAAAAAAAEtU/hTzwAPUFqbc/s1600/386624_10150561899349428_732319427_11397071_1537662346_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ukrM1UZdA_0/TsnNmq4sQRI/AAAAAAAAEtU/hTzwAPUFqbc/s400/386624_10150561899349428_732319427_11397071_1537662346_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677294869508014354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The family picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;More rare moments that Winne looks so short.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nfggXVuBBfU/TsnNmiC2K_I/AAAAAAAAEtE/TYHFlXf6_K0/s1600/385344_10150561896719428_732319427_11397053_1689058518_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nfggXVuBBfU/TsnNmiC2K_I/AAAAAAAAEtE/TYHFlXf6_K0/s400/385344_10150561896719428_732319427_11397053_1689058518_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677294867134688242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I filled in my confirmation for HUGE '11&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After a few years of not attending... I'm gonna be there again this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It shall be awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rjZrrRwZuXo/TsnNmQ-XovI/AAAAAAAAEs8/9UOmWckj34Y/s1600/308188_10150561896929428_732319427_11397055_1078798706_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rjZrrRwZuXo/TsnNmQ-XovI/AAAAAAAAEs8/9UOmWckj34Y/s1600/308188_10150561896929428_732319427_11397055_1078798706_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rjZrrRwZuXo/TsnNmQ-XovI/AAAAAAAAEs8/9UOmWckj34Y/s400/308188_10150561896929428_732319427_11397055_1078798706_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677294862552507122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Ahem ahem @ the culprit who took the salmon and left the rest*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I like japanese. =)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Flashback moment.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;So, when me and Winne went down to SG earlier this year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;a friend of hers - David-  took us to this Japanese Western restaurant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;We sat down, I flipped through the menu in search of food and miso soup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I found no miso soup. I was sad. and I pointed it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Then David asked if I wanted to go somewhere else, with miso soup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I said yes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;By this time, we had sat down for quite a while, and drank water and all that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;We stood up and quickly mumbled our sorries, and left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Japanese restaurants, you NEED Miso soup in your menu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Or else u will lose customers like me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644371329885133583-1567957024487341939?l=everchanging-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1567957024487341939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644371329885133583&amp;postID=1567957024487341939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/1567957024487341939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/1567957024487341939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/2011/11/on-other-stories.html' title='On other stories...'/><author><name>LynneT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01747633198774143887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQyjuQAuFUI/AAAAAAAADBw/LKsKfsjrvcY/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HKDoFrqsweY/TsnNnkeZkNI/AAAAAAAAEto/oEjTcX7vN-0/s72-c/390182_10150561897379428_732319427_11397060_550096082_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644371329885133583.post-3815352335555255919</id><published>2011-11-21T11:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T11:54:12.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Weird things have started to happen to me...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Really, it's weird.&lt;/i&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;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 255px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P0FcewXEU8E/TsnLGqrddqI/AAAAAAAAEsw/nER3DpV4ls4/s400/2011-11-21%2B11h40_02.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677292120673449634" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, that's one of them. I got a tweet reply just last night. And when I first saw the name I was thinking '33?' Cos that's my fav number. Then I saw John.. which confused me cos I don't know a John tan... I know many other combinations of that name, but not a John Tan. So then I clicked on the profile and found out that he's &lt;b&gt;only made one tweet&lt;/b&gt; thus far. To me. O.O"&lt;br /&gt;Next, I went to see who are the 5 people he's following, and they're no one I know. Totally random, all girls. Okay freaky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But that's&lt;b&gt; not the only&lt;/b&gt; weird thing that's happened to me &lt;b&gt;this year&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From time to time, earlier this year I would get these, Facebook messages, some guy from some place wants to get to know me cos he saw my profile and is asking me to give him a chance cos he thinks I'd make a good partner and he wants to get to know me better. Ok weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I always read them, got weirded out, and ignored them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It probably happened like 3 or 4 times before I changed my privacy settings on FB.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I now stopped getting those messages though my FB--on my laptop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now I get them through my &lt;b&gt;Blackberry&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;$&amp;amp;*!&amp;amp;*($&amp;amp;!*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can read the entire thing on my bb - fb app, and when I check my browser, I can't see anything. Which if I may say, IS JUST WEIRD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope I can see the end of this soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;On other stories,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Happy Birthday to me=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644371329885133583-3815352335555255919?l=everchanging-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3815352335555255919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644371329885133583&amp;postID=3815352335555255919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/3815352335555255919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/3815352335555255919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/2011/11/weird-things.html' title='Weird things'/><author><name>LynneT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01747633198774143887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQyjuQAuFUI/AAAAAAAADBw/LKsKfsjrvcY/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P0FcewXEU8E/TsnLGqrddqI/AAAAAAAAEsw/nER3DpV4ls4/s72-c/2011-11-21%2B11h40_02.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644371329885133583.post-7525445505626024206</id><published>2011-11-16T15:28:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T16:10:09.017+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>Picture Snippets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Okay, I TRIED to arrange them somewhat... &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O.O"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and gave them tag lines from what I rmb...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kCTarkBx3G4/TsNpb5foPPI/AAAAAAAAEpg/pTJASwTXexM/s1600/201398_10150248993918272_750118271_9107396_2826099_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kCTarkBx3G4/TsNpb5foPPI/AAAAAAAAEpg/pTJASwTXexM/s320/201398_10150248993918272_750118271_9107396_2826099_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675495883427822834" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Open House - Porks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-26K9N98JE_E/TsNpbtPg0MI/AAAAAAAAEpU/ILKmTwps4lU/s1600/189009_10150188196349428_732319427_8704099_6937155_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-26K9N98JE_E/TsNpbtPg0MI/AAAAAAAAEpU/ILKmTwps4lU/s320/189009_10150188196349428_732319427_8704099_6937155_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675495880139002050" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Open House - Sapade gang &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First complete picture mind u.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ritGP-kP9yU/TsNpQb-XBnI/AAAAAAAAEpI/X_-p75NiAho/s1600/168480_501337376386_632251386_6226024_4395222_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ritGP-kP9yU/TsNpQb-XBnI/AAAAAAAAEpI/X_-p75NiAho/s320/168480_501337376386_632251386_6226024_4395222_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675495686525093490" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CNY &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cheongsam-ed &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l0KVrnF83x8/TsNp1W6ZrbI/AAAAAAAAErk/PTtIdCHOuVQ/s1600/271262_2196933119403_1129475700_2816849_2695303_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l0KVrnF83x8/TsNp1W6ZrbI/AAAAAAAAErk/PTtIdCHOuVQ/s320/271262_2196933119403_1129475700_2816849_2695303_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675496320821472690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;@ MidV...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Joyce dragged me to wear these heels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love the height... the colouuurrr.....not so much.&lt;/i&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yFpHgawxFxg/TsNp1GsU4SI/AAAAAAAAErU/uF5plOQHxFE/s1600/270887_10150228745476387_632251386_7296736_2172759_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yFpHgawxFxg/TsNp1GsU4SI/AAAAAAAAErU/uF5plOQHxFE/s320/270887_10150228745476387_632251386_7296736_2172759_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675496316467470626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Random Posing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Makes me look kinda Korean O.O&lt;/i&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ba-JO_T7ymY/TsNp1DfE_zI/AAAAAAAAErM/_jUZiSNEgVY/s1600/267094_235861693105390_100000446830300_853955_1384189_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ba-JO_T7ymY/TsNp1DfE_zI/AAAAAAAAErM/_jUZiSNEgVY/s320/267094_235861693105390_100000446830300_853955_1384189_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675496315606597426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;@KLIA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wilson's farewell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zBuQsnwMB4A/TsNpnY8EmVI/AAAAAAAAEq0/R3xuANMfg0E/s1600/242734_10150188493336387_632251386_6980316_5647886_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zBuQsnwMB4A/TsNpnY8EmVI/AAAAAAAAEq0/R3xuANMfg0E/s320/242734_10150188493336387_632251386_6980316_5647886_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675496080847182162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The iCity &amp;amp; Bagan Lalang trip&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xAcd2W2nPr4/TsNpmV2JsoI/AAAAAAAAEqs/XRNCpMR-1rc/s1600/242695_10150294612808272_750118271_9575808_6379418_o%2B%25281%2529.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xAcd2W2nPr4/TsNpmV2JsoI/AAAAAAAAEqs/XRNCpMR-1rc/s320/242695_10150294612808272_750118271_9575808_6379418_o%2B%25281%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675496062837174914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uhmmm... Jess, Joel, Rufus would know what this is very well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;somethings are better not explained.&lt;/i&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6kG3JSeHU8I/TsNpmVfihlI/AAAAAAAAEqY/KT1WzCDqwzg/s1600/230511_10150193428916387_632251386_7006420_4819101_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6kG3JSeHU8I/TsNpmVfihlI/AAAAAAAAEqY/KT1WzCDqwzg/s320/230511_10150193428916387_632251386_7006420_4819101_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675496062742333010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Exam week,&lt;/b&gt; went to &lt;b&gt;Subang&lt;/b&gt; to eat snowflake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Facepalm*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L7IT6k2w8zg/TsNpmMUm-iI/AAAAAAAAEqQ/H7mYmNSmgj8/s1600/225061_210659185625641_100000446830300_733463_1096646_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L7IT6k2w8zg/TsNpmMUm-iI/AAAAAAAAEqQ/H7mYmNSmgj8/s320/225061_210659185625641_100000446830300_733463_1096646_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675496060280568354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Random Stingrays outing to Alamanda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--EP3oDWhsI8/TsNpciEaCFI/AAAAAAAAEqE/w-R6wQnio1c/s1600/215182_10150152822251387_632251386_6666676_2469422_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--EP3oDWhsI8/TsNpciEaCFI/AAAAAAAAEqE/w-R6wQnio1c/s320/215182_10150152822251387_632251386_6666676_2469422_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675495894319499346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Singapore - *peace*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JzxlIy7h0yM/TsNpcHJ7jLI/AAAAAAAAEp0/dxDuUpe6Wc8/s1600/207766_10150150051851387_632251386_6645727_8131946_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JzxlIy7h0yM/TsNpcHJ7jLI/AAAAAAAAEp0/dxDuUpe6Wc8/s320/207766_10150150051851387_632251386_6645727_8131946_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675495887094910130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Singapore - Clake Quay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; sisters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rt1hJO8Pric/TsNpcHhXZwI/AAAAAAAAEpo/_HFzLICHpao/s1600/199264_10150124898197441_603832440_6849199_2973629_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rt1hJO8Pric/TsNpcHhXZwI/AAAAAAAAEpo/_HFzLICHpao/s320/199264_10150124898197441_603832440_6849199_2973629_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675495887193204482" style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;IUO '10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photographers shot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;*disclaimer, it rained, hence the wet hair*&lt;/span&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oCR5j9VZvSU/TsNpPRevpvI/AAAAAAAAEow/khCsaCcXqiw/s1600/IMG00182-20110324-1547.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oCR5j9VZvSU/TsNpPRevpvI/AAAAAAAAEow/khCsaCcXqiw/s320/IMG00182-20110324-1547.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675495666528265970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was during tsunami-earthquake relief fund for japan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Went to Physio lecturer for my knee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MUzCBvNZXyM/TsNpPL4nipI/AAAAAAAAEok/RfoNQi3O-zw/s1600/IMG00237-20110518-2216.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MUzCBvNZXyM/TsNpPL4nipI/AAAAAAAAEok/RfoNQi3O-zw/s320/IMG00237-20110518-2216.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675495665026173586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hair dying night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ChSLfGhCATU/TsNpOz4TwoI/AAAAAAAAEoY/eoCNR1-3CRM/s1600/IMG00247-20110520-1444.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ChSLfGhCATU/TsNpOz4TwoI/AAAAAAAAEoY/eoCNR1-3CRM/s320/IMG00247-20110520-1444.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675495658582426242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After the hair dye :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vMei5I0cFik/TsNo7qyKYaI/AAAAAAAAEoI/0FUynt_ZmZI/s1600/IMG00304-20110707-1557.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vMei5I0cFik/TsNo7qyKYaI/AAAAAAAAEoI/0FUynt_ZmZI/s320/IMG00304-20110707-1557.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675495329723212194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay so you would think it's not possible to shop at Tesco...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Apparently it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n35HYOQukLk/TsNo7ZjGJBI/AAAAAAAAEoA/veMDZTjXZUg/s1600/IMG00332-20110715-2349.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n35HYOQukLk/TsNo7ZjGJBI/AAAAAAAAEoA/veMDZTjXZUg/s320/IMG00332-20110715-2349.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675495325096616978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The new laptop!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meet Onyx =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DeII9j9T7DE/TsNo6k_o_eI/AAAAAAAAEn0/Vjp0BYVekzI/s1600/IMG00335-20110716-1856.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DeII9j9T7DE/TsNo6k_o_eI/AAAAAAAAEn0/Vjp0BYVekzI/s320/IMG00335-20110716-1856.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675495310989262306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The &lt;s&gt;&lt;i&gt;supposed-to-be-white&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt; yellow rose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Oh well =)&lt;/span&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PDlpcEejf2E/TsNo6ctnu6I/AAAAAAAAEnk/Yu6RweT8PWw/s1600/IMG00341-20110728-1436.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PDlpcEejf2E/TsNo6ctnu6I/AAAAAAAAEnk/Yu6RweT8PWw/s1600/IMG00341-20110728-1436.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PDlpcEejf2E/TsNo6ctnu6I/AAAAAAAAEnk/Yu6RweT8PWw/s320/IMG00341-20110728-1436.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675495308766198690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A dress that I first fell in love with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but when I put it on, not so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Still looks nice though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6hV-xhG6hrU/TsNpnZr9maI/AAAAAAAAErA/v-NUmxdADfk/s1600/253165_10150201807101387_632251386_7088093_3997156_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6hV-xhG6hrU/TsNpnZr9maI/AAAAAAAAErA/v-NUmxdADfk/s320/253165_10150201807101387_632251386_7088093_3997156_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675496081048050082" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Church Camp '10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Random hangout session -- with chipsmore involved :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yTxqqsUWFzc/TsNo6UhGbRI/AAAAAAAAEnc/TsJWkhPcV2E/s1600/IMG00352-20110729-1609.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yTxqqsUWFzc/TsNo6UhGbRI/AAAAAAAAEnc/TsJWkhPcV2E/s320/IMG00352-20110729-1609.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675495306566200594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Designing the IntiBall dress..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I probably tried about a dozen designs before I chose one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vxVyrgFbau0/TsNoo7lv08I/AAAAAAAAEnQ/yp5yWM85x9Q/s1600/IMG00403-20110810-2244.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vxVyrgFbau0/TsNoo7lv08I/AAAAAAAAEnQ/yp5yWM85x9Q/s320/IMG00403-20110810-2244.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675495007817028546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just a really random posing moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3Cpi7RZGoKM/TsNoofgNfqI/AAAAAAAAEnI/En7eTxSjOJk/s1600/IMG00406-20110813-1807.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3Cpi7RZGoKM/TsNoofgNfqI/AAAAAAAAEnI/En7eTxSjOJk/s320/IMG00406-20110813-1807.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675495000277614242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A little less random...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had to pose with the specs. B)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bwptsp8aXnE/TsNonnn4rYI/AAAAAAAAEm4/LkUW2Ko68pw/s1600/IMG00448-20111001-1920.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bwptsp8aXnE/TsNonnn4rYI/AAAAAAAAEm4/LkUW2Ko68pw/s320/IMG00448-20111001-1920.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675494985277418882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First Crew tag I have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Still hanging in the car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LJMzZnK3Eso/TsNp2dTZYjI/AAAAAAAAErs/c1AMQTuTIso/s1600/292019_10150494653799428_732319427_11041938_949334931_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LJMzZnK3Eso/TsNp2dTZYjI/AAAAAAAAErs/c1AMQTuTIso/s320/292019_10150494653799428_732319427_11041938_949334931_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675496339716792882" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The one time I actually went to the Nora show, to enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Winne, Vic, Pris and myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vic looks like a random stranger trying to photobomb.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vS_WPY5MGsg/TsNoH5NmgMI/AAAAAAAAEko/QTkfUZyP3ds/s1600/IMG-20111009-00040.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vS_WPY5MGsg/TsNoH5NmgMI/AAAAAAAAEko/QTkfUZyP3ds/s320/IMG-20111009-00040.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675494440243200194" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;White eyed husky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just saying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WsFYlpZo11I/TsNp2fE7oEI/AAAAAAAAEr8/cIcZQ32FWGE/s1600/308659_10150293744441387_632251386_7920385_1454151783_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WsFYlpZo11I/TsNp2fE7oEI/AAAAAAAAEr8/cIcZQ32FWGE/s320/308659_10150293744441387_632251386_7920385_1454151783_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675496340192993346" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;IntiBall '10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this was the design I went with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-- I think this was my third Intiball ever?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dFBxF0uCJSA/TsNoaYOxKpI/AAAAAAAAEmI/XBrAWLlIiLY/s1600/IMG00485-20111023-1442.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dFBxF0uCJSA/TsNoaYOxKpI/AAAAAAAAEmI/XBrAWLlIiLY/s320/IMG00485-20111023-1442.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675494757807237778" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While sitting in the car waiting for the boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I couldn't help but to pose. HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SRi4jX8yWQk/TsNonYK-HNI/AAAAAAAAEmo/B7lDVOBLsOM/s1600/IMG00449-20111005-1934.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SRi4jX8yWQk/TsNonYK-HNI/AAAAAAAAEmo/B7lDVOBLsOM/s320/IMG00449-20111005-1934.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675494981129608402" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The day I bought my awesome lovely dress =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pe8sFY0TgxY/TsNonQ4_kmI/AAAAAAAAEmg/TgQ9Ode3oO8/s1600/IMG00462-20111008-1249.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pe8sFY0TgxY/TsNonQ4_kmI/AAAAAAAAEmg/TgQ9Ode3oO8/s320/IMG00462-20111008-1249.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675494979175158370" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cousin's wedding (Eunice Tan)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iRSpgWlYHo0/TsNoamcEdfI/AAAAAAAAEmQ/xaQCHPgD8Xo/s1600/IMG00465-20111008-1937.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iRSpgWlYHo0/TsNoamcEdfI/AAAAAAAAEmQ/xaQCHPgD8Xo/s320/IMG00465-20111008-1937.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675494761621124594" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahahah if you noticed, I just repeated the whole outfit from Intiball. xD&lt;/div&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HsCJq93fZX8/TsNp_6g4BsI/AAAAAAAAEsI/PkGJ2J6g2zA/s1600/316395_2488404486005_1129475700_3121453_166423800_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HsCJq93fZX8/TsNp_6g4BsI/AAAAAAAAEsI/PkGJ2J6g2zA/s320/316395_2488404486005_1129475700_3121453_166423800_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675496502176777922" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Installation '10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-first ever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;see that thing I'm holding?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I gots me an award :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RtRB9fHfTtw/TsNpPzMydeI/AAAAAAAAEo8/HMFmGic3mss/s1600/IMG_9750.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RtRB9fHfTtw/TsNpPzMydeI/AAAAAAAAEo8/HMFmGic3mss/s320/IMG_9750.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675495675579758050" style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Super random roadtrip to Malacca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;with Floe Sandra Kenny and Nicole who turned up later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was at the Crepe shop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y_pbyO89EIg/TsNoZ3N5UwI/AAAAAAAAEl8/mkitrKkDMgY/s1600/IMG00498-20111106-1539.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y_pbyO89EIg/TsNoZ3N5UwI/AAAAAAAAEl8/mkitrKkDMgY/s320/IMG00498-20111106-1539.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675494748945208066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Right after haircut. O.O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vO2L9FKjf48/TsNoZuTsnmI/AAAAAAAAElw/i934sZA8gLk/s1600/IMG00501-20111111-0120.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vO2L9FKjf48/TsNoZuTsnmI/AAAAAAAAElw/i934sZA8gLk/s320/IMG00501-20111111-0120.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675494746553622114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Poser-ing moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;trying out the fringe. hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ltoj88TB_os/TsNoZSnVBUI/AAAAAAAAElk/cLH1xcgjNtc/s1600/IMG00512-20111111-1923.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ltoj88TB_os/TsNoZSnVBUI/AAAAAAAAElk/cLH1xcgjNtc/s320/IMG00512-20111111-1923.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675494739119768898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Latest event. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Second crew tag. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*proud*&lt;/b&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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7lBmTDmbG1E/TsNoIFTur6I/AAAAAAAAEkw/0rDy3gQaZo0/s1600/IMG00519-20111114-1911.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7lBmTDmbG1E/TsNoIFTur6I/AAAAAAAAEkw/0rDy3gQaZo0/s320/IMG00519-20111114-1911.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675494443490127778" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jasper's mileage,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually he's passed 30, 000 dy now. :D:D:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I realized, he's 3+ years old dy. &lt;b&gt;fwah.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zd3XszSJop4/TsNoJI5NKCI/AAAAAAAAElY/lJk9kvZsY7Y/s1600/IMG00515-20111113-1504.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zd3XszSJop4/TsNoJI5NKCI/AAAAAAAAElY/lJk9kvZsY7Y/s320/IMG00515-20111113-1504.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675494461632489506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;djembe performance at Red Carpet bazaar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ENCORP Strand - Kota Damansara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6wvOsnDrB-0/TsNoIWlIVHI/AAAAAAAAElQ/GJkzhu0FYSE/s1600/IMG00516-20111113-1516.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6wvOsnDrB-0/TsNoIWlIVHI/AAAAAAAAElQ/GJkzhu0FYSE/s320/IMG00516-20111113-1516.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675494448126514290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joanne yeoh solo performance at Red Carpet bazaar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ENCORP Strand - Kota Damansara&lt;/div&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XLJmSVeX69k/TsNoIPDnNcI/AAAAAAAAEk8/FNmbgAm8YcA/s1600/IMG00517-20111113-1530.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XLJmSVeX69k/TsNoIPDnNcI/AAAAAAAAEk8/FNmbgAm8YcA/s320/IMG00517-20111113-1530.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675494446106883522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joanne Yeoh &amp;amp; string quartet performance at Red Carpet bazaar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ENCORP Strand - Kota Damansara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Lc1GgzWD0E/TsNp_-3QeaI/AAAAAAAAEsQ/u40rDGNBFaI/s1600/380055_10150452563899085_548379084_10373368_1603357580_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--Lc1GgzWD0E/TsNp_-3QeaI/AAAAAAAAEsQ/u40rDGNBFaI/s320/380055_10150452563899085_548379084_10373368_1603357580_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675496503344396706" style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Edison the magician&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;during the red carpet bazaar as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;HE'S ONLY 19??!!?!?!&lt;/span&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644371329885133583-7525445505626024206?l=everchanging-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7525445505626024206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644371329885133583&amp;postID=7525445505626024206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/7525445505626024206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/7525445505626024206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/2011/11/picture-snippets.html' title='Picture Snippets'/><author><name>LynneT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01747633198774143887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQyjuQAuFUI/AAAAAAAADBw/LKsKfsjrvcY/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kCTarkBx3G4/TsNpb5foPPI/AAAAAAAAEpg/pTJASwTXexM/s72-c/201398_10150248993918272_750118271_9107396_2826099_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644371329885133583.post-6848928002386462489</id><published>2011-11-16T14:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T15:00:47.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life's complicated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's just how well you handle it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Actually, there's nothing much I can update you about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My internship ends in a week and a half... So it's kinda a bad and good thing. Good cos I get to rest after all the madness. Bad cos, well, I guess I'm gonna miss this place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There's been so much drama in the last 3 months... and I really mean ALOT of drama. It's practically ridiculous. Lately I was watching BOF again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DxiG0pVI08A/TsNcrR2omFI/AAAAAAAAEkc/JpBLkx-0WvA/s1600/wallpaper_01_1024.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DxiG0pVI08A/TsNcrR2omFI/AAAAAAAAEkc/JpBLkx-0WvA/s320/wallpaper_01_1024.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675481854013642834" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In case you're confused, that's Boys Over Flowers... A korean drama. These dramas are almost ridiculous, like the chances of it happening to any real person, almost zero. And yet the second time I was watching this some weeks back, I couldn't help but to find similarities with the storyline and my life. -- That's how ber-drama my life was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I guess now it's calmed down quite abit, and I'm thankful... But still there are parts that just aren't too great.&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;Oh, also, I lately cut my hair :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The last time u saw the slightest pic of me, if you've only been reading my blog, my hair was just about past my shoulders, New years. In other words, short -- for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I promised myself I wouldn't cut my hair for at least 6 months, and true enough i didn't. My hair grew way pass my shoulders and I was so happy, it was finally long again and I wasn't about to shorten it, no way.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay you know what, pic spam next post. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644371329885133583-6848928002386462489?l=everchanging-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6848928002386462489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644371329885133583&amp;postID=6848928002386462489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/6848928002386462489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/6848928002386462489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/2011/11/madness.html' title='The madness'/><author><name>LynneT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01747633198774143887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQyjuQAuFUI/AAAAAAAADBw/LKsKfsjrvcY/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DxiG0pVI08A/TsNcrR2omFI/AAAAAAAAEkc/JpBLkx-0WvA/s72-c/wallpaper_01_1024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644371329885133583.post-7813094836076540942</id><published>2011-09-08T19:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T19:26:32.348+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Life'/><title type='text'>New concept?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vdQdwCJuxm4/TmimVq5VISI/AAAAAAAAD5k/38pkt-uj6-o/s1600/180197_498086871386_632251386_6181379_7658688_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vdQdwCJuxm4/TmimVq5VISI/AAAAAAAAD5k/38pkt-uj6-o/s400/180197_498086871386_632251386_6181379_7658688_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649948623758500130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was just thinking,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;maybe I should revamp my blog?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm thinking along the lines of photography..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hmmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644371329885133583-7813094836076540942?l=everchanging-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7813094836076540942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644371329885133583&amp;postID=7813094836076540942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/7813094836076540942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/7813094836076540942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/2011/09/new-concept.html' title='New concept?'/><author><name>LynneT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01747633198774143887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQyjuQAuFUI/AAAAAAAADBw/LKsKfsjrvcY/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vdQdwCJuxm4/TmimVq5VISI/AAAAAAAAD5k/38pkt-uj6-o/s72-c/180197_498086871386_632251386_6181379_7658688_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644371329885133583.post-3034337050945162337</id><published>2011-09-02T11:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T11:22:47.220+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>Since a bezillion years ago.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes these things seems so meaningless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The way people live life that is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've honestly got so much thoughts in my head right now.. But I guess I should start by explaining my absence.&lt;br /&gt;See some time ago, I decided blogging in plain words is just too boring. That I wanted pictures to make it seem more, real and relate-able. But INTI's connection was never friendly enough to allow my picture posting (not to mention bulk picture posting) which in the end, turned me lazy. Oops.&lt;br /&gt;Then there's things in my mind that I can't really talk about, especially in the open public. I promised someone I wouldn't announce it to the world, and so I didn't. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, in case you're wondering, I'm not in INTI-- I'm working. But it's only an internship and this is my third week in. (I'm so not a morning person.)&lt;br /&gt;So after this I still am going to head back to INTI (though I hear that the internet speed has been improved --ohjoy.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now-- I don't really know what to say, my mind's so filled with these thoughts, I want to be determined and fight for it. I hate how there's an expiry date on the whole thing, and it won't budge. I want the expiry date to be removed, and all those negative thinking. Then maybe we can work things out. How could you be so sure things can't work? You've never tried. You say you know you the best, but the thing is I know me the best too... Give me that chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is probably making no sense to the most of you.. but I don't really give a damn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Very much like my blog title says, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I'm everchanging -- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I've changed since the last time you guys knew me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644371329885133583-3034337050945162337?l=everchanging-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3034337050945162337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644371329885133583&amp;postID=3034337050945162337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/3034337050945162337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/3034337050945162337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/2011/09/since-bezillion-years-ago.html' title='Since a bezillion years ago.'/><author><name>LynneT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01747633198774143887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQyjuQAuFUI/AAAAAAAADBw/LKsKfsjrvcY/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644371329885133583.post-8759494701989731477</id><published>2011-05-11T20:07:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T21:53:03.862+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nike'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shoes'/><title type='text'>Nyx.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Too much of a good thing, is bad.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;That includes too much studying.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So towards the end of the semester, I had spent most of my free time studying in INTIMA. To a point my friends could even guess where to find me at night. -.-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, it really messes with your brain, my brain keeps jumbling things up lately -- from words to letters, to dates. It's really troublesome trying to figure out what I'm saying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, that's not what Nyx is about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If you google it, (I just typed googole.. that's the brain thing I'm talking about) Nyx is the name of the Greek Goddess of the Night. -- there's even a whole story about all her children and who she had them with. Greek mythology is actually kinda interesting. &lt;s&gt;ok terpesong. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So when I went down to SG I fell in love with this really pretty Nike shoes. And I mean really pretty. But I didn't know which ones they were. So there started my hunt. Eventually I found out they were the Nike Free Run+ series.. and I eventually also found a online shipping site for a pretty good price :D One thing led to another and I sealed the deal and waited patiently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I expected it to come AFTER my exams had finished, but instead it came a few days early and I couldn't get to it. So when I could, of course Ebony was there every single step of the way. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gb6q0D0bHzQ/TcqQGLDMBkI/AAAAAAAADFI/UZPz5z0msT8/s1600/IMG_9087.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gb6q0D0bHzQ/TcqQGLDMBkI/AAAAAAAADFI/UZPz5z0msT8/s400/IMG_9087.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605451121935779394" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fQTFRUAHhkE/TcqTg_V9R4I/AAAAAAAADFg/Twq89Jkv_po/s1600/IMG_9109.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fQTFRUAHhkE/TcqTg_V9R4I/AAAAAAAADFg/Twq89Jkv_po/s400/IMG_9109.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605454881184630658" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yeah it came straight from the China factory. :)&lt;/i&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OThVggDx3Vk/TcqLRtL1eZI/AAAAAAAADEQ/waQlW4VqCf4/s1600/IMG_9105.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OThVggDx3Vk/TcqLRtL1eZI/AAAAAAAADEQ/waQlW4VqCf4/s400/IMG_9105.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605445822519277970" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Thing is when I opened the orange box I expected to see paper and shoes, not this... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gShK0iFEZeo/TcqLR6vT9VI/AAAAAAAADEY/yd2BdxdmnRA/s1600/IMG_9113.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gShK0iFEZeo/TcqLR6vT9VI/AAAAAAAADEY/yd2BdxdmnRA/s400/IMG_9113.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605445826157737298" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;but anyway, Eventually I got on to the shoes. And Voila...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h9SRyMNmmOY/TcqLSnGTPDI/AAAAAAAADEo/mg8cL7JO008/s1600/IMG_9196.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h9SRyMNmmOY/TcqLSnGTPDI/AAAAAAAADEo/mg8cL7JO008/s400/IMG_9196.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605445838065318962" style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h9SRyMNmmOY/TcqLSnGTPDI/AAAAAAAADEo/mg8cL7JO008/s1600/IMG_9196.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The little red logo of the Nike Free. x)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B8FiHbsCo6k/TcqM2V7DK2I/AAAAAAAADEw/3pcCvxn2ELM/s1600/IMG_9200.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B8FiHbsCo6k/TcqM2V7DK2I/AAAAAAAADEw/3pcCvxn2ELM/s400/IMG_9200.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605447551441644386" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H8nwvV1AZjE/TcqSMBXbAPI/AAAAAAAADFY/Ibjmmovg134/s1600/Nyx.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H8nwvV1AZjE/TcqSMBXbAPI/AAAAAAAADFY/Ibjmmovg134/s400/Nyx.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605453421438763250" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;So say hello to &lt;b&gt;Nyx.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644371329885133583-8759494701989731477?l=everchanging-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8759494701989731477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644371329885133583&amp;postID=8759494701989731477&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/8759494701989731477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/8759494701989731477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/2011/05/nyx.html' title='Nyx.'/><author><name>LynneT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01747633198774143887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQyjuQAuFUI/AAAAAAAADBw/LKsKfsjrvcY/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Gb6q0D0bHzQ/TcqQGLDMBkI/AAAAAAAADFI/UZPz5z0msT8/s72-c/IMG_9087.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644371329885133583.post-1354384258364888958</id><published>2011-04-11T23:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T23:30:18.856+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studies'/><title type='text'>The New Common Room.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A trend starts when people start doing something&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And other people follow.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pQ4VCld1kbs/TaMdXD1rrMI/AAAAAAAADDo/w9G407-OSKU/s400/benefits_of_studying_by_savethemuzika1.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594347444128951490" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Personally, I hate formal education. I hate having to study for exams and doing assignments to prove that I've learned something. I'd rather be thrown in the field and be left to learn from experience, and be thought when I need to do it. -- Probably why I hate studying for history too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The latest trend for me is to study in INTIMA. It all started last week when I had lots of work to do and didn't wanna stay in my miserable room for hours to study. As determined as I was, it sounded plain sad to do just that. So I actually asked people to get me out for fresh air.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Turns out the person suggested I come out to INTIMA to study instead. In my head; Air-cond, couch, no bed, peer pressure. It sounded like a good combination so I took it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YxahtMpYR2k/TaMdXSnbPlI/AAAAAAAADDw/GV4-_rB3Zog/s1600/how-to-green-dorms-room-laptop-studying-photo.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YxahtMpYR2k/TaMdXSnbPlI/AAAAAAAADDw/GV4-_rB3Zog/s400/how-to-green-dorms-room-laptop-studying-photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594347448095686226" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now its been a week and one day, and I've never seen INTIMA so crowded. o.o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Did I mention studying here actually works for me? Yay. I've gotten so much work done, but gosh, still so much to do. *Cries*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;On a side note, the semester is coming to an end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;So much has happened this sem,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;It's just been CRAZY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;If I'd blogged about everything,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Lol, it would have been such a dramatic semester. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644371329885133583-1354384258364888958?l=everchanging-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1354384258364888958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644371329885133583&amp;postID=1354384258364888958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/1354384258364888958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/1354384258364888958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/2011/04/new-common-room.html' title='The New Common Room.'/><author><name>LynneT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01747633198774143887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQyjuQAuFUI/AAAAAAAADBw/LKsKfsjrvcY/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pQ4VCld1kbs/TaMdXD1rrMI/AAAAAAAADDo/w9G407-OSKU/s72-c/benefits_of_studying_by_savethemuzika1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644371329885133583.post-4678013928023750563</id><published>2011-03-31T17:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T17:05:42.248+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><title type='text'>Oops.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The more you don't do something, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;the more you forget about it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oops. So I haven't updated in almost 2 months. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well let's face it I've MIA'd for a longer time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the Internet here in INTI is just so annoying!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Haha! I've developed a habit of correcting my Inti/inti to INTI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay tons happened. IUO especially.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I promise I'll find time to update. o.o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Maybe I should upgrade my EBB package. o.o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644371329885133583-4678013928023750563?l=everchanging-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4678013928023750563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644371329885133583&amp;postID=4678013928023750563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/4678013928023750563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/4678013928023750563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/2011/03/oops.html' title='Oops.'/><author><name>LynneT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01747633198774143887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQyjuQAuFUI/AAAAAAAADBw/LKsKfsjrvcY/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644371329885133583.post-2100826625643575420</id><published>2011-02-05T00:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T00:10:34.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just that bored.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Somtimes, people are just really bored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So you play 'first thing on your mind' game. xD&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TUwkm3BCOvI/AAAAAAAADDg/QEVCCFvDgXA/s400/Untitled.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 395px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569867089172380402" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Check out the time. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/7644371329885133583-2100826625643575420?l=everchanging-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2100826625643575420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644371329885133583&amp;postID=2100826625643575420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/2100826625643575420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/2100826625643575420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/2011/02/just-that-bored.html' title='Just that bored.'/><author><name>LynneT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01747633198774143887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQyjuQAuFUI/AAAAAAAADBw/LKsKfsjrvcY/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TUwkm3BCOvI/AAAAAAAADDg/QEVCCFvDgXA/s72-c/Untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644371329885133583.post-2844512014537445582</id><published>2011-01-11T23:45:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T00:04:00.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel Good Pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;There are certain kinds of pain in this world&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;That really feels good&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Normally that pain&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Comes from exercise&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So as usual, Tuesday is pick up day. As in Frisbee training sessions. And with my knee giving me problems - sharp pain when I'm merely walking down hill or up the stairs and things like that... sometimes just flat ground - I was thinking I shouldn't push it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But in the end, the idea of throwing the disc around got to me so I went.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TSx7oEldL5I/AAAAAAAADDU/JreTD3hFJjE/s1600/162961_489874111386_632251386_6069003_5870426_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TSx7oEldL5I/AAAAAAAADDU/JreTD3hFJjE/s320/162961_489874111386_632251386_6069003_5870426_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560955568251547538" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We also cracked Joel's discraft...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Well, I did--Power Lynne style.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Right now my knees hurt, my back aches a little, my arms ache a little and the bottom of my foot, the part just before my big toe, reallllly hurts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But I'm loving the feel of it, cos it's the pain of exercise. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Ah, how I love frisbee. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644371329885133583-2844512014537445582?l=everchanging-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2844512014537445582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644371329885133583&amp;postID=2844512014537445582&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/2844512014537445582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/2844512014537445582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/2011/01/feel-good-pain.html' title='Feel Good Pain'/><author><name>LynneT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01747633198774143887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQyjuQAuFUI/AAAAAAAADBw/LKsKfsjrvcY/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TSx7oEldL5I/AAAAAAAADDU/JreTD3hFJjE/s72-c/162961_489874111386_632251386_6069003_5870426_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644371329885133583.post-4880020622348358870</id><published>2011-01-06T23:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T00:20:48.150+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Life'/><title type='text'>Yes, It's awesome.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You never know how something feels&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Till you experience it for yourself&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You wouldn't know how it feels to be broken inside&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You wouldn't know how it feels to have your life changed&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Not untill you've felt it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When some friends first found out that I was going to move, after living at one house for, well, my entire life, they asked me how I felt and shared their own feelings of having moved before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TSXkvmO4YmI/AAAAAAAADC8/MObzDKLc7RI/s1600/IMG_1022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TSXkvmO4YmI/AAAAAAAADC8/MObzDKLc7RI/s320/IMG_1022.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559100821426692706" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The pic on the fridge, one of the first few nights I was staying there.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of it were along the lines of, not being able to get used to it, not liking the moving process as it is a dread to pack and unpack, and missing the old place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TSXkuw1e6MI/AAAAAAAADCs/FLWHTlqAQe4/s1600/IMG_1157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TSXkuw1e6MI/AAAAAAAADCs/FLWHTlqAQe4/s320/IMG_1157.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559100807093086402" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;On moving day, we were fixing ikea boxes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But every time I thought of the new place, I always felt a jolt of excitement. Probably because it's awesome. :D Then again I also thought they should know better and so expected to feel sad when the moving time actually came, or when i actually had to leave the old house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/hs026.snc6/165606_483141431386_632251386_5958888_5684333_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/hs026.snc6/165606_483141431386_632251386_5958888_5684333_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 540px; height: 720px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A little bit messy, but still awesome.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end, there wasn't a day where I said goodbye to the house, I moved in earlier then Anne and my parents with Winne and Victor, cause well, our new rooms were live-able and old rooms, not so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TSXkwI9x-ZI/AAAAAAAADDM/j_TgMzxV7SU/s1600/IMG_1095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TSXkwI9x-ZI/AAAAAAAADDM/j_TgMzxV7SU/s320/IMG_1095.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559100830750210450" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mummy's territory. This is only one out of three.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the official moving day I didn't actually go to the old house, and I haven't been there since. Though I'm pretty sure I'll get to say goodbye in time... Dad still wants to fix the old place up a little before selling it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TSXkv-Y80vI/AAAAAAAADDE/xuioNc6-_7g/s1600/IMG_1047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TSXkv-Y80vI/AAAAAAAADDE/xuioNc6-_7g/s320/IMG_1047.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559100827911377650" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It now has a big screen TV + surround system.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At first I did feel a little weird waking up in a bigger house, walking down tiled stairs, even having the bedroom floor as tiles instead of parker. Bigger bed, so many things were strange at first, but that only lasted like 3 nights maybe. I got used to the feel of it pretty quick. Although I'm still figuring the best place to put certain things, but I don't feel weird anymore. This is my new home. :) (Probably thanks to, being at this age and moving back and forth from one accommodation to another in the uni years.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TSXkvUpNb8I/AAAAAAAADC0/vjTJR78Kn-o/s1600/IMG_1337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TSXkvUpNb8I/AAAAAAAADC0/vjTJR78Kn-o/s320/IMG_1337.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559100816705286082" style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yeh, we even hung the red cloth thingy. xD&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;So, house for sale, Bukit Kaya. Anyone interested?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;And oh, Happy New year everyone :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644371329885133583-4880020622348358870?l=everchanging-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4880020622348358870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644371329885133583&amp;postID=4880020622348358870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/4880020622348358870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/4880020622348358870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/2011/01/yes-its-awesome.html' title='Yes, It&apos;s awesome.'/><author><name>LynneT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01747633198774143887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQyjuQAuFUI/AAAAAAAADBw/LKsKfsjrvcY/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TSXkvmO4YmI/AAAAAAAADC8/MObzDKLc7RI/s72-c/IMG_1022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644371329885133583.post-1869367230731093206</id><published>2010-12-29T23:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T23:40:11.322+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the midst of it all.</title><content type='html'>You know how people say they're in between jobs....&lt;div&gt;I'm now in between homes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sleeping at the new place, using internet at the old, and it still feels normal to call this home, and the other doesn't feel like home yet. that might take a little getting used to. There's no internet there as of now, hoping to get the router figured out soon.  Then I can be online there.. hmmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, pictures and proper updates will probably come as of next year, or if I get internet on the other side then i can do it in the middle of the night. :D ah well... =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We need lots of help for FRIDAY. who's free? can let me know asap! guys are more appreciated... moving all the big things like cupboards and shelves, and as you know, my family is made of 4 girls, and 1 53 year old man. Oh we have victor, but that's one guy =/ HELP!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;btw, if you're wondering, the new house is AWESOME. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644371329885133583-1869367230731093206?l=everchanging-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1869367230731093206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644371329885133583&amp;postID=1869367230731093206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/1869367230731093206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/1869367230731093206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/2010/12/in-midst-of-it-all.html' title='In the midst of it all.'/><author><name>LynneT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01747633198774143887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQyjuQAuFUI/AAAAAAAADBw/LKsKfsjrvcY/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644371329885133583.post-8351058824335337492</id><published>2010-12-21T01:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T01:48:58.615+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Pre-Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Christmas is the time to love.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It isn't Christmas till it happens in your heart.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQ-W30kpivI/AAAAAAAADCg/DlQ7ZeQdV88/s320/IMG_0351.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552822751320443634" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last year just before Christmas (or was it on Christmas?) I blogged about how it started to feel Christmas like from a simple hug. This year, Christmas happened last Sunday at the first caroling practice. When we started singing 'Deck the halls' and all that, I really got happy cos hey, Christmas is here! Looking at the Christmas lights and decoration in church helps too. Especially since there's no decoration at home since we're in the middle of packing things up. Ah well it still feels Christmas like :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So to all my friends far and wide, from east to west, guys and girls. From U.S to N.Z&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I wish all of you a very happy merry joyous Christmas! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;(yes I realize happy merry and joyous basically mean the same thing.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644371329885133583-8351058824335337492?l=everchanging-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8351058824335337492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644371329885133583&amp;postID=8351058824335337492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/8351058824335337492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/8351058824335337492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/2010/12/pre-christmas.html' title='Pre-Christmas'/><author><name>LynneT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01747633198774143887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQyjuQAuFUI/AAAAAAAADBw/LKsKfsjrvcY/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQ-W30kpivI/AAAAAAAADCg/DlQ7ZeQdV88/s72-c/IMG_0351.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644371329885133583.post-3779467178692078800</id><published>2010-12-18T20:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T20:20:19.645+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silent.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes you only realize something,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;after a few times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See, I had this theory, that certain parts of my life works best when I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQymykQNRAI/AAAAAAAADCQ/dVA-C1DxSyo/s1600/woman_with_hand_over_mouth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQymykQNRAI/AAAAAAAADCQ/dVA-C1DxSyo/s320/woman_with_hand_over_mouth.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551995828296303618" style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Seems I was right. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/7644371329885133583-3779467178692078800?l=everchanging-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3779467178692078800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644371329885133583&amp;postID=3779467178692078800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/3779467178692078800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/3779467178692078800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/2010/12/silent.html' title='Silent.'/><author><name>LynneT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01747633198774143887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQyjuQAuFUI/AAAAAAAADBw/LKsKfsjrvcY/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQymykQNRAI/AAAAAAAADCQ/dVA-C1DxSyo/s72-c/woman_with_hand_over_mouth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644371329885133583.post-8492774022226120221</id><published>2010-12-13T22:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T00:37:24.641+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And so it begins.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;There's a start to everything.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But there isn't always an end.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Other times, the end is just a break.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQY7BMo1UCI/AAAAAAAADBY/G54BXzeiFmk/s320/IMG_0024.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550188482539114530" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQY7CAbm1LI/AAAAAAAADBo/0bQHUVQWMlk/s1600/IMG_0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQY7CAbm1LI/AAAAAAAADBo/0bQHUVQWMlk/s320/IMG_0034.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550188496442283186" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQY7B5GqNhI/AAAAAAAADBg/TEhyc_BxF3g/s1600/IMG_0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQY7B5GqNhI/AAAAAAAADBg/TEhyc_BxF3g/s1600/IMG_0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQY7B5GqNhI/AAAAAAAADBg/TEhyc_BxF3g/s320/IMG_0022.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550188494475376146" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQY7B5GqNhI/AAAAAAAADBg/TEhyc_BxF3g/s1600/IMG_0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now I just need a name...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644371329885133583-8492774022226120221?l=everchanging-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8492774022226120221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644371329885133583&amp;postID=8492774022226120221&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/8492774022226120221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/8492774022226120221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/2010/12/and-so-it-begins.html' title='And so it begins.'/><author><name>LynneT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01747633198774143887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQyjuQAuFUI/AAAAAAAADBw/LKsKfsjrvcY/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQY7BMo1UCI/AAAAAAAADBY/G54BXzeiFmk/s72-c/IMG_0024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644371329885133583.post-7295285478107019221</id><published>2010-12-06T01:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T02:17:34.301+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YouTube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SHINee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kpop'/><title type='text'>K-pop Fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It takes time to accept a truth.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Especially one that you would have thought&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Never to be possible.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I first heard people playing Korean music here and there, I never understood the craze. I shrugged it off. Even my sister, Winne, put Sorry Sorry as her ringtone long before I bothered to listen to one full Korean song. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One night I was talking to Daniel and was asking him to keep me awake while I studied for a test for the following day. What happened was he sent me a link, to the dance practice for SHINee's Lucifer. He told me to ignore the funny hair. So I tried to. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ovztfpWPo5M?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ovztfpWPo5M?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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 got interested solely on how good the dance was, so I started looking for the music video, and the concert versions to watch more of it. And not long after I was watching SHINee's lucifer, ringdingdong, ventured into Hello, Replay, Juliette, and even Amigo. I found Love like oxygen, and even more songs they never promoted. I even took the liberty of downloading every album. (maybe I'll buy them one day soon xD)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A little Shinee craze....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l9af1eHPn31qalafgo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l9af1eHPn31qalafgo1_500.png" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 372px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;From Left: Key (KiBum), Jjong (JongHyun), Onew (JinKi), TaeMin, MinHo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Lucifer Look.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs960.snc4/75370_169843326366878_100000236358635_500693_900857_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs960.snc4/75370_169843326366878_100000236358635_500693_900857_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 720px; height: 504px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;From top left clockwise: &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;TaeMin, JongHyun, Onew, Key,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; YooGeun (the kid from 'Hello Baby') MinHo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images4.fanpop.com/image/photos/16700000/SHINee-shinee-16794199-500-300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images4.fanpop.com/image/photos/16700000/SHINee-shinee-16794199-500-300.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A comic version of them. Aww.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Onew, Taemin, JongHyun, MinHo, Key.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://zais101.webs.com/shinee7nk8as9.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://zais101.webs.com/shinee7nk8as9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://zais101.webs.com/shinee7nk8as9.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 550px; height: 364px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;From when they first debut-ed about 3 years ago.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Same order as above.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Btw, OnTae FTW! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs971.snc4/76478_1753692207173_1384972764_1898674_1649137_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs971.snc4/76478_1753692207173_1384972764_1898674_1649137_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1199.snc4/155101_171105552907322_100000236358635_507638_1415004_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1199.snc4/155101_171105552907322_100000236358635_507638_1415004_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 485px; height: 720px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-snc4/hs466.snc4/49135_100001648780569_1157902_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/hprofile-ak-snc4/hs466.snc4/49135_100001648780569_1157902_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 283px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Taemin-ie *heart*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don't you know you're not a cute little kid anymore? x)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1124.snc4/148666_1736104807499_1384972764_1865862_6895887_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc4/hs1124.snc4/148666_1736104807499_1384972764_1865862_6895887_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 720px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs591.ash2/154338_1736105247510_1384972764_1865866_4022799_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs591.ash2/154338_1736105247510_1384972764_1865866_4022799_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 411px; height: 604px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Onew Dubu *heart*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;JinKi and TaeMin are just awesome :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So then i started listening to other groups. Super Junior, 2pm, DBSK, SNSD, and there was still no fight for my lovely SHINee's. No one, and I mean not one group had dance moves for their songs the way SHINee did. And then I stumbled on BigBang. Now that is a talented group of people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And here is a list of my favourite songs in the kpop scene.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;2PM - Again &amp;amp; Again&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;BigBang - Lies!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;BigBang - Haru Haru&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;BigBang &amp;amp; 2NE1 - Lollipop&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;DBSK - Mirotic&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;DBSK - Doushite (Japanese release)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;G-Dragon - This Love &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;SHINee - Lucifer (my ringtone)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;SHINee - Hello (my text tone)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;SHINee - Ring Ding Dong&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;SNSD - Gee&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Super Junior -  Sorry Sorry&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Super Junior - Bonamana&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;With Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Part time VIP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Full time Shawol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644371329885133583-7295285478107019221?l=everchanging-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7295285478107019221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644371329885133583&amp;postID=7295285478107019221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/7295285478107019221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/7295285478107019221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/2010/12/k-pop-fever.html' title='K-pop Fever'/><author><name>LynneT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01747633198774143887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQyjuQAuFUI/AAAAAAAADBw/LKsKfsjrvcY/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644371329885133583.post-7091188192260354016</id><published>2010-12-02T02:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T03:07:13.789+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rakuzen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='McDonald&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uni'/><title type='text'>The 21st.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I ended up celebrating my 21st twice this year. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;On the 21st of 11th (21.11.2010) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And on the 1st of 12th. (1.12.2010)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Well at least the numbers are still 1 and 2. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;lol.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before my birthday, like a week I think, I remember mom asking if I wanted them to come up to Nilai on Sunday to have a small dinner on my birthday itself, instead of waiting. But I thought, nah, exams are the next day and I wouldn't have time to waste, so I said it's okay can do it the following weekend or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21st of November came, and I was overloaded with birthday wishes - mainly from Fb. A few texts, and a few calls.. And one car of crazy people singing happy birthday at the top of their lungs... They wouldn't tell me where we were going for lunch, they just kinda kidnapped me. lol. And in McD we ended up, can't say I was disappointed. I like Mcd. x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TPaY_-7je8I/AAAAAAAADAg/XIi7Ty62uBo/s1600/IMG_8446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TPaY_-7je8I/AAAAAAAADAg/XIi7Ty62uBo/s400/IMG_8446.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545788216145312706" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Blessed 21st birthday Meow Lynne"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I never found out who did that -.-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But =)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TPaZAUFkdzI/AAAAAAAADAo/Ld9JP0rc7bE/s1600/IMG_8447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TPaZAUFkdzI/AAAAAAAADAo/Ld9JP0rc7bE/s400/IMG_8447.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545788221824464690" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Two big, one small, for twenty-one.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Didn't take much pictures cos it was just a lunch basically, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;but with a birthday cake at the end. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After my exams Winne asked me where I wanted to go, after a little discussion (which included italian restaurants, japanese buffet and prices..) we settled for Rakuzen, a japanese restaurant which I had never heard of, but she said 'I think you'll like it...' and she's normally right, so okay I agreed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before Sunday came, Winne asked if it was okay to postpone the dinner to Wednesday, cos Victor wouldn't e able to make it on Sunday. After some discussion, the date was finalized (finally)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So Wednesday came and on our way we went.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TPabLceFOMI/AAAAAAAADAw/R_JV1uRkWz4/s1600/IMG_3423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TPabLceFOMI/AAAAAAAADAw/R_JV1uRkWz4/s400/IMG_3423.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545790612076574914" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have got no idea what' the name of this salad,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but if you get the chance,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you HAVE to try this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TPabLjtTXRI/AAAAAAAADA4/Z2ud0S0bqGA/s1600/IMG_3463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TPabLjtTXRI/AAAAAAAADA4/Z2ud0S0bqGA/s400/IMG_3463.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545790614019464466" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and the cake(s)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TPabMCVsOlI/AAAAAAAADBA/1Kyrz00fxGQ/s1600/IMG_3476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TPabMCVsOlI/AAAAAAAADBA/1Kyrz00fxGQ/s400/IMG_3476.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545790622241929810" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sisters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TPabMgfbamI/AAAAAAAADBI/wGVri0XFSOQ/s1600/IMG_3482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TPabMgfbamI/AAAAAAAADBI/wGVri0XFSOQ/s400/IMG_3482.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545790630335834722" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TPabNIEHnLI/AAAAAAAADBQ/n4c0iJXMsdA/s1600/IMG_3473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TPabNIEHnLI/AAAAAAAADBQ/n4c0iJXMsdA/s400/IMG_3473.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545790640958708914" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Polaroid frenzy. x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And so that brings my birthday celebrations to an end&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now where are my presents? D:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644371329885133583-7091188192260354016?l=everchanging-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7091188192260354016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644371329885133583&amp;postID=7091188192260354016&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/7091188192260354016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/7091188192260354016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/2010/12/21st.html' title='The 21st.'/><author><name>LynneT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01747633198774143887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQyjuQAuFUI/AAAAAAAADBw/LKsKfsjrvcY/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TPaY_-7je8I/AAAAAAAADAg/XIi7Ty62uBo/s72-c/IMG_8446.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644371329885133583.post-5928904521127525938</id><published>2010-11-30T22:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T00:25:21.727+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VBA'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='domino&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pizza'/><title type='text'>Dominos Dinner &amp; VBA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just a little look back.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Really I wanted to blog about my birthday, but I figured I'd do that on Thursday or something.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So while we were still in Inti, long before the exams, like two weeks.. The CG's had a combined BBQ thingy and there was this little station game-race thingy. Reluctantly I joined, but turned out to win cos we were first... As a result we received Dominos vouchers. So we decided to go as a group on the following Monday (or was it Tuesday? -- I can't be sure.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there we were in Dominos, 6 people - 3 guys 3 girls, 1 person who was not in the group with us. 4 pizzas, bread sticks, lasagna, 7up and 2 hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TPUW_XEfDgI/AAAAAAAAC_g/MmFAeaXZQzg/s1600/IMG_8386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TPUW_XEfDgI/AAAAAAAAC_g/MmFAeaXZQzg/s400/IMG_8386.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545363793957031426" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;the lot.&lt;/i&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TPUW_4wETCI/AAAAAAAAC_o/FEgt_ABIFhY/s1600/IMG_8379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TPUW_4wETCI/AAAAAAAAC_o/FEgt_ABIFhY/s400/IMG_8379.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545363802998197282" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Exrta Large Classified Chicken&lt;/i&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TPUXAMAzuzI/AAAAAAAAC_w/6EUpiM4sw7c/s1600/IMG_8375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TPUXAMAzuzI/AAAAAAAAC_w/6EUpiM4sw7c/s400/IMG_8375.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545363808168688434" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The price of it all o.o&lt;/i&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TPUXAcpD0XI/AAAAAAAAC_4/SpeMpp0m04Q/s1600/IMG_8383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TPUXAcpD0XI/AAAAAAAAC_4/SpeMpp0m04Q/s400/IMG_8383.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545363812632482162" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Delish~&lt;/i&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TPUXA9ZX22I/AAAAAAAADAA/zAVQIooiqOk/s1600/IMG_8372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TPUXA9ZX22I/AAAAAAAADAA/zAVQIooiqOk/s400/IMG_8372.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545363821425056610" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The after math&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also yesterday I dropped by church to visit the VBA-ers for a couple of hours...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TPUepARmsNI/AAAAAAAADAI/ffl8SrgbI-0/s1600/IMG_8468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TPUepARmsNI/AAAAAAAADAI/ffl8SrgbI-0/s400/IMG_8468.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545372205973942482" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;J and myself.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TPUerWv6p4I/AAAAAAAADAQ/7VyuxYeJ-Bs/s1600/IMG_8472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TPUerWv6p4I/AAAAAAAADAQ/7VyuxYeJ-Bs/s400/IMG_8472.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545372246366398338" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;bunch o' random people gathered.&lt;/i&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TPUerrgiZpI/AAAAAAAADAY/xdAIIYAPMQk/s1600/IMG_8486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TPUerrgiZpI/AAAAAAAADAY/xdAIIYAPMQk/s400/IMG_8486.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545372251939038866" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ryan *heart*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;For more pictures of both events,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; go to my Facebook. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644371329885133583-5928904521127525938?l=everchanging-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5928904521127525938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644371329885133583&amp;postID=5928904521127525938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/5928904521127525938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/5928904521127525938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/2010/11/dominos-dinner-vba.html' title='Dominos Dinner &amp; VBA'/><author><name>LynneT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01747633198774143887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQyjuQAuFUI/AAAAAAAADBw/LKsKfsjrvcY/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TPUW_XEfDgI/AAAAAAAAC_g/MmFAeaXZQzg/s72-c/IMG_8386.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644371329885133583.post-1652953625300753800</id><published>2010-11-21T23:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T00:44:58.641+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YouthSays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Click to feed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;People always talk about the starving kids in Africa.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You know when you don't finish your food?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And someone goes 'think about all the starving people in Africa!'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Well now you can actually do something about it, other than feeding yourself.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, Justin posted this link about a money making site, by posting about campaigns -blog, twitter, facebook. And I thought hey I do all of that anyway! So why not earn a little money at the same time. Made an account, started exploring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soon I stumbled across this campaign. It says you basically answer a quiz. For every right answer you make, this organization will give ten grains of rice. And people just keep answering so it comes up to the thousands. Personally I've gone to 1680 right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TOlLjzkDZeI/AAAAAAAAC_Y/tmE4zKWLA00/s1600/grains%2Bof%2Brice.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TOlLjzkDZeI/AAAAAAAAC_Y/tmE4zKWLA00/s400/grains%2Bof%2Brice.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542043894965036514" style="cursor: pointer; width: 377px; height: 337px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Here's a picture from earlier x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;so cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So yeah, I'm proud of myself for feeding the hungry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Are you? x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://malaysia.youthsays.com/lynne89/freerice"&gt;http://malaysia.youthsays.com/lynne89/freerice&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/7644371329885133583-1652953625300753800?l=everchanging-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1652953625300753800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644371329885133583&amp;postID=1652953625300753800&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/1652953625300753800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/1652953625300753800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/2010/11/click-to-feed.html' title='Click to feed!'/><author><name>LynneT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01747633198774143887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQyjuQAuFUI/AAAAAAAADBw/LKsKfsjrvcY/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TOlLjzkDZeI/AAAAAAAAC_Y/tmE4zKWLA00/s72-c/grains%2Bof%2Brice.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644371329885133583.post-8631771100076983341</id><published>2010-11-21T03:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T03:48:26.399+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>God wishes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;I used to think I never hear God.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;I remember hearing this pastor speak, about how God speaks to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;It's like, the random little God thoughts that come into your head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;And, personally I choose to believe He spoke tonight.. er.. morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;So this is my story...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;Earlier I wondered, does God wish pastors and all that Happy Birthday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;it was just a silly passing thought. It immediately went to the back of my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;I was googling images for 'path', and this image pop-ed up as one of the results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TOgj5vnLdGI/AAAAAAAAC-4/XrKL7QD6k6c/s1600/HappyBirthdayPath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TOgj5vnLdGI/AAAAAAAAC-4/XrKL7QD6k6c/s320/HappyBirthdayPath.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541718816419705954" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;And the first thing that pop's into my head?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;God just wished me happy birthday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;At first I laughed at the thought, I mean, it was just a coincidence right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;But soon I was remembering what the pastor said, and thought, hmm, maybe not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;Now I choose to believe God really is wishing me. Honestly this just perked me up. It really felt good. And the little message at the bottom? just makes it better! I feel like he's saying I can really get things I want in this coming year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;While typing this I was thinking, I've never found a Happy Birthday picture, by searching for anything random like this. This is a first, and probably an only. And it feels really good. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;On a side note, in Aspirers today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Anne said that next year &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;is going to be a challenging year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And i was like oh no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;But now I think,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;It's going to be a good year for me. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Also, google wished me too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TOgld712lLI/AAAAAAAAC_A/i6_uQCy1-kA/s1600/happy%2Bbirthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TOgld712lLI/AAAAAAAAC_A/i6_uQCy1-kA/s320/happy%2Bbirthday.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541720537689396402" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 198px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;click to enlarge!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644371329885133583-8631771100076983341?l=everchanging-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8631771100076983341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644371329885133583&amp;postID=8631771100076983341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/8631771100076983341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/8631771100076983341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/2010/11/god-wishes.html' title='God wishes.'/><author><name>LynneT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01747633198774143887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQyjuQAuFUI/AAAAAAAADBw/LKsKfsjrvcY/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TOgj5vnLdGI/AAAAAAAAC-4/XrKL7QD6k6c/s72-c/HappyBirthdayPath.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644371329885133583.post-1643427912390900777</id><published>2010-11-21T01:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T01:46:02.817+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>Why do I have to study? :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TOgH4CofrtI/AAAAAAAAC-o/aJ72HlzfxkE/s320/12468_192699439984_594394984_2865702_3152695_n.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 252px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541688000840183506" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;this is actually last's year's cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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;i&gt;An entire semester of preparation,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;was not enough to prepare me for this.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;No I'm not talking about my studies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;See, when i enrolled there's always a semester calender, and when I checked,  I found out that my birthday is the day before the exam week. I was like.. daymn...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A month ago I found out my exam papers are Monday and Tuesday. Even more I was like damn, I'll be studying on my birthday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For the past 2 weeks, I started getting really numb about it being my birthday, I mean, the joy of it being my 21st on the 21st was being neutralized by the fact that exams are the next day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So at 11pm just now, I set out to start studying, as I had been doing for the pass few nights. Midnight came and I was like, 'hmm....' not much feel, just the thought that 'oh, it's my birthday...' That's when the wishes really started pouring in and at first I started smiling a little, and a little more. I mean, yeah i was kinda glad that people were wishing me a happy birthday, there was some sort of hope there. There was even a blog post dedication by &lt;a href="http://photographness.blogspot.com/2010/11/lynne-o.html"&gt;JustinOK&lt;/a&gt; and I was really touched. Like 'aww...' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As the hour passed, and I kept seeing random and not so random people wish me happy birthday, and I starred at my textbook and read the black and white words off of it, that when it came.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TOgIxI8mmWI/AAAAAAAAC-w/oHJtq4o2B5o/s1600/IMG_8417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TOgIxI8mmWI/AAAAAAAAC-w/oHJtq4o2B5o/s400/IMG_8417.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541688981787679074" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Why do I have to study? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;It's my 21st birthday for goodness sakes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So yeah, major mood killer on both accounts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now I'm just confused, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;cos I'm kinda happy, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;but really not.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644371329885133583-1643427912390900777?l=everchanging-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1643427912390900777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644371329885133583&amp;postID=1643427912390900777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/1643427912390900777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/1643427912390900777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/2010/11/why-do-i-have-to-study.html' title='Why do I have to study? :('/><author><name>LynneT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01747633198774143887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQyjuQAuFUI/AAAAAAAADBw/LKsKfsjrvcY/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TOgH4CofrtI/AAAAAAAAC-o/aJ72HlzfxkE/s72-c/12468_192699439984_594394984_2865702_3152695_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644371329885133583.post-8603135034040780499</id><published>2010-11-11T02:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T02:54:07.312+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frisbee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uni'/><title type='text'>The madness that is Uni life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The best part about tertiary education, is the stupid things that happen while you're there.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The crazy experiences gain and the mad friends for life that you gain.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;These are all parts of being in a Uni, next to education.&lt;/i&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;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Background story&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, a month ago (approx) I went for a Frisbee tournament, my knees and ankle hurt so much directly after the game, I decided to take time off from frisbee. I told myself, I would not go down to the field till next year, so that my knees and ankle which had already been giving problems since before the tournament, to heal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TNrp2nRF9HI/AAAAAAAAC-Q/VyYfdug5eA0/s1600/uf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TNrp2nRF9HI/AAAAAAAAC-Q/VyYfdug5eA0/s400/uf.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537995816268330098" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also this week is the final week of classes, so assignments and projects have been settled. All that's left is to drown your face into the books for that final papers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Today&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After cf today, we were all going back instead of going &lt;i&gt;'yumcha'&lt;/i&gt; because cf provided so much food, we were full already. O.o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just as me and Jan were getting in her car, she asked &lt;i&gt;"Eh wanna frisbee?"&lt;/i&gt; and I literally perked up at the thought of it. It had been a month, and I WAS free. So with a quick call and some discussion, half an hour later I found myself at the basketball court -- I was a little out of practice it seems.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Memorable Events&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The break in&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Firstly someone threw the disc a little higher and harder and further than normal. Now if it ended up on the road, this would not be memorable. Instead it ended up at the swimming pool, IN the pool x)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TNrp2bi3C3I/AAAAAAAAC-I/KT2qSHPUYrE/s1600/63855_435366527461_62016407461_5401196_7700519_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TNrp2bi3C3I/AAAAAAAAC-I/KT2qSHPUYrE/s400/63855_435366527461_62016407461_5401196_7700519_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537995813121624946" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So from previous experience thanks to people who have previously thrown it there before and thought me how to climb in, in we go. Now in Inti, no one's supposed to go in pass a certain time, hence the need to climb. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Challenge one was to get the disc out of the pool. I was actually ready to swim, and so Kenny who had gone in first before me, but we found a LONG stick, so yay. x) Second, when we were getting out, I hear Jan, who was on the other side of the wall saying &lt;i&gt;"Got Guard!" &lt;/i&gt;So of course what you do then is DUCK! we stayed there for a while, almost lying down and keeping quiet. Jan had to leave to make to make the guards go away.. lol. Like 5 - 10 minutes later Jan comes along and goes '&lt;i&gt;Guyss?? you there?&lt;/i&gt;' and out we come. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;It was a little scary....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Injuries&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've got several. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One, a collision with Erwin, which included my foot kicking him. I end up in pain cos my toes went straight into his leg. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two, CK threw a backhand I think, directly behind me, and it crashed right into my shoulder blade. &lt;b&gt;MyDisc, Bone, Power.&lt;/b&gt; Not a good combination. My shoulder blade still hurts. *boo* ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I remember I got a few more, but I don't remember where when or what anymore. Probably outshone by the others. hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TNrp226bOGI/AAAAAAAAC-Y/lhBwyv_erD0/s1600/finishedfrizbee1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TNrp226bOGI/AAAAAAAAC-Y/lhBwyv_erD0/s400/finishedfrizbee1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537995820468222050" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 260px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644371329885133583-8603135034040780499?l=everchanging-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8603135034040780499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644371329885133583&amp;postID=8603135034040780499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/8603135034040780499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/8603135034040780499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/2010/11/madness-that-is-uni-life.html' title='The madness that is Uni life.'/><author><name>LynneT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01747633198774143887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQyjuQAuFUI/AAAAAAAADBw/LKsKfsjrvcY/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TNrp2nRF9HI/AAAAAAAAC-Q/VyYfdug5eA0/s72-c/uf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644371329885133583.post-3347913991841500587</id><published>2010-11-09T02:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T03:07:14.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I should be doing my work.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Somethings you do every year.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;On a scheduled basis.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Without you putting in any effort.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Or without you realizing it.. much.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you know how when it comes to the end of the year, people normally look back and think, &lt;i&gt;oh where did the year go? Oh the year went by so fast.&lt;/i&gt; And they start thinking of all the things they did, what they regretted and what they're proud of...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to wonder why I never did that in December, while people blogged about the year, I never really had the drive to do it, but I still did sometimes.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; Heh. peer pressure&lt;/span&gt;. But now I realized why... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every year, around this time, I start to wonder, where did the year go. If felt like just yesterday the thoughts &lt;b&gt;'Oh I still have like a year to go'&lt;/b&gt; were in my head sometime in January, and then it's November and I'm like &lt;b&gt;'damn.'&lt;/b&gt; It ALWAYS happens in November, not December for me. So having already gone through all that annoying thoughts, it doesn't exactly appear again in time for New Years. While in January I'm thinking,&lt;b&gt; 'it's okay my birthday is in like a year, I'm still really one year younger..'&lt;/b&gt; etc etc etc. Then November comes along my way and I go like&lt;b&gt; 'oh no.... where did the 11 months go to?'&lt;/b&gt; and it's time to be one year older. =/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year I turn 21. But this year is going to be a mellow 21st November, simply cos I have exams the next two days. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;*kill joy moment*&lt;/span&gt; So yeah, no parties for me this year. Just today my mom was talking about it, and I was like no, let's not go out before 23rd. ugh. Exams are such a kill joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh Inti, why for art thou mean-eth to me?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;On the other hand, there are things to look forward to with the coming of the new year. I'm so excited. I can't wait for the holidays to come... cos it all starts then! x)&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;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Latest musical addiction: SHINee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;fear not, it's not kpop fever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;it's only shinee fever. x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644371329885133583-3347913991841500587?l=everchanging-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3347913991841500587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644371329885133583&amp;postID=3347913991841500587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/3347913991841500587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/3347913991841500587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-should-be-doing-my-work.html' title='I should be doing my work.'/><author><name>LynneT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01747633198774143887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQyjuQAuFUI/AAAAAAAADBw/LKsKfsjrvcY/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644371329885133583.post-3439016253914750560</id><published>2010-10-23T23:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T00:47:05.489+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stingrays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frisbee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tournament'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ultimate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inti'/><title type='text'>Me thinks we did good.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Reflections.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TML-9NQ6InI/AAAAAAAAC9o/xktWq9MJHA4/s1600/Ultimate_Frisbee_by_MikaYuki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TML-9NQ6InI/AAAAAAAAC9o/xktWq9MJHA4/s400/Ultimate_Frisbee_by_MikaYuki.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531263619850445426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Intec Open&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;aka Intec WildCats Open&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So some of you know that today Inti Stringrays, (my frisbee team) was taking part in a tournament. We came in 7th/8th place (officially 7th after best of 5 flips. lol Islanders.) out of 12 teams. We were placed with super gay teams kayh. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is to save me trouble of explaining how it was ten million times. =) Firstly, I'm aching all over. I went there with a slightly aching right ankle (my braking leg) and both knees. I came back with still slightly aching ankle, feet, back, right shoulder(which was initially caused by LTC), thighs, really aching knees, and right thumb and left shin. I also bit my lip in the course of it all and got hit in the head while trying to block a hammer... i.e. the hammering hand hit me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which was by the way one of the awesome-r moments in the field. I D'd a disc while laying out, twice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TML-7g9qGUI/AAAAAAAAC9Y/VDtfG07MJoE/s1600/It_takes_blood_and_guts_by_lunothehellion.png"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TML-7g9qGUI/AAAAAAAAC9Y/VDtfG07MJoE/s400/It_takes_blood_and_guts_by_lunothehellion.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531263590778673474" style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Teams!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TML-7g9qGUI/AAAAAAAAC9Y/VDtfG07MJoE/s1600/It_takes_blood_and_guts_by_lunothehellion.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think Stingrays did great. For one I'm still pretty sure we tied with the Rejects, who won the entire tourny, but even a 4-5 is awesome. =D The fact that we could put up good fights for SLN, rejects, and Take 1, I think is pretty awesome, no matter what we placed. Maybe if we could find a way to give it all out all day we could do this. O.o hmmm.. probably stamina issues here. UGH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So less drops, more teamwork and stamina and we got this in the bag!! woooots~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TML-8fuJb-I/AAAAAAAAC9g/aKaDemspVV0/s1600/ultimate_frisbee_2_by_roymata9.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TML-8fuJb-I/AAAAAAAAC9g/aKaDemspVV0/s1600/ultimate_frisbee_2_by_roymata9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TML-8fuJb-I/AAAAAAAAC9g/aKaDemspVV0/s400/ultimate_frisbee_2_by_roymata9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531263607625052130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Games&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now this is based on my perspective, and whatever fuzzy memory I have of the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Our first game was against Satu Lagi Naans, and as all you ex stingrays out there know, our first game is our warm up game...  But we put up a good fight and made them run for a score of 3-6 SLN. I had completely forgotten how to mark someone, but thankfully Kelvian observed Mart enough to give me an idea on how to conserve energy while marking hard. Which works most of the time till the disc flies the other side... hmmm... nvm that. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Second game of the day was against All U Rejects, which was a combination of&lt;i&gt; CareBears and Lions best players.&lt;/i&gt; O.o When I found out about this, I literally went &lt;b&gt;OhhhhMyyyyyGaaaawwwwddddd&lt;/b&gt;. Okay so we went on the field and just gave it out all, and like I said above, came out with a 4-5Rejects giving them a REALLLY good fight, OHYEAH~ It was also uber tiring marking super runners. &lt;i&gt;*dies*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A one hour break later and our third game was against Griffins... who were Mara players. So this is what happened, the few guys were saying NO PROBLEM NO PROBLEM. and you know that little huddle you do just before the game? Instead of going stingrays on three, we went, two digits on three! i.e. a double digit score. I was like 'siao ar?' in my head oh but what the heck, &lt;b&gt;TWO DIGITS&lt;/b&gt;! haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We were super high with a cool weather, slightly breezy at times, but with the clouds blocking the sun we were on super form. Coming up with a 0-10Stingrays. Though they're short passes clogging style is like superb. Whatever nonsense throw come out also can catch one. Nuts. And it wasn't once or twice, &lt;i&gt;they clog and pass pass pass pass pass pass pass super fast!&lt;/i&gt; Thankfully we could break them each time. teeheehee. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Funny story. After a match we normally line it up and go like good game.. you know, football style. Now these team was from mara alright... and i was like the first girl in the line and the second the Griffin guys realized i was a girl, they literally dropped their hand and went Salam style. O.o I'd never experienced this so I was pretty confused. lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TMMHXVI6lOI/AAAAAAAAC9w/b4y4cvlHVG0/s1600/Ultimate_Frisbee___by_darrylwhite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TMMHXVI6lOI/AAAAAAAAC9w/b4y4cvlHVG0/s400/Ultimate_Frisbee___by_darrylwhite.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531272864734024930" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Fourth games was after lunch, oh man I think we all got heavier from the food...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Was against Take1 which was a combination of &lt;i&gt;Nino's, U8 seniors and Terrance&lt;/i&gt;. O.o (oh and one predator... lol) So we decided to give it our ALL, like ALLLLL~ I even D'd.. hehehe. I really don't remember the score, but I think it was  like a 2-5Take1 or something like that. We also blundered quite a bit... oops?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Fifth game against Sate, unfortunately most of us had switched off already, so when you say another match we were like &lt;i&gt;whhhhuuuuttt?????&lt;/i&gt; So it became a warmup game all over again, so obviously failed la. I don't even know what the score anymore. hahahhahaa. These two games, I can't remember which one but I dived to push the disc out of the girls reach before she could get it in her hands. And thanks to that I have quite a number of scratches all over my legs. O.o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So after this, while we were chilling for a bit, we found out we were playing Inti Penang. like woahhhhh. while talking to a friend I suddenly realized I could call someone for advice! Now this is the funny part.  the place we were sitting on was tiled... I got so excited, I got up on the grass area, turned a corner to get onto the tiled area to get my phone which was by my bag right, but when I got on, and tried to make a very quick sharp turn I slipped and fell. Like &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Boom.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I fell on my side on tiled area but for some reason I got more scratches and skin peels and even a swell on my shin from that fall. Oh did I mention my first reaction was to &lt;i&gt;burst out in laughter?&lt;/i&gt; It hurt okay, but laughing was the only thing I could do. Lol. People around me were staring with the '&lt;i&gt;is she okay?&lt;/i&gt;' look. lol. I then grabbed my phone and made the call :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Okay so the game was interesting too.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now even though I made the call, I did not need all that information, cos the captains of both teams&lt;i&gt; decided to turn it into a hat! or a pick up if you will&lt;/i&gt;. Meaning, we weren't Inti Penang vs Inti Nilai, we were mixing it up. Team positioning? they &lt;i&gt;flipped discs&lt;/i&gt; best out of 5 gets 7th place. Lol, it was quite funny to see really. So then we went into pick up style... After like 5 points or so.. no one was keeping track, someone shouted 'all girl team!' so okay all the girls went up, but we realized we had like 9 girls. 5penang 4nilai. lol. so it was &lt;i&gt;9girls versus 7guys&lt;/i&gt;. We played, and we scored. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then I got off the field but they shouted for ANOTHER gender match, so I got on again, this time Kelvian and Ethan joined the girls. Yes that means 11 on our team, but wait, there were 9 guys now. lol. It was pretty funny really, and people were literally cheering for the game, it was soo funny. I wonder how many people were confused as to how that happened. xD We even had Take1 members join the guys team, but with 3 turnovers (or more.... I think more...) the girls still won. Hah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And then a third time, and yeah you guessed it, the girls won again. this time it was 10 on my team 9 on theirs. It was really sooo fun :D During the match I also got hit in the head when someone attempted to hammer and I attempted to stop them by jumping. His hand colliding into my head, like ow. But I'm so glad we turned it into a guy girl thing, &lt;b&gt;it was so fun. &lt;/b&gt;xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TMMQma4ZVrI/AAAAAAAAC94/vHY3GkZNxM4/s1600/IMG_8243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TMMQma4ZVrI/AAAAAAAAC94/vHY3GkZNxM4/s400/IMG_8243.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531283019578037938" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;flying ninjas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TMMQma4ZVrI/AAAAAAAAC94/vHY3GkZNxM4/s1600/IMG_8243.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TMMQmjsIxEI/AAAAAAAAC-A/RWtW5yzNxFo/s1600/IMG_8244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TMMQmjsIxEI/AAAAAAAAC-A/RWtW5yzNxFo/s400/IMG_8244.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531283021942539330" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;pencuri!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So despite the fact that I have officially gained more injuries today than in any other tournament or camp, I still think it was awesome and the best way I could have stopped to go on a hiatus. All in or nothing right? xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;After that we made a trip &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;to makan dinner in Klang, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bak Kut Teh! :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/7644371329885133583-3439016253914750560?l=everchanging-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3439016253914750560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644371329885133583&amp;postID=3439016253914750560&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/3439016253914750560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/3439016253914750560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/2010/10/me-thinks-we-did-good.html' title='Me thinks we did good.'/><author><name>LynneT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01747633198774143887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQyjuQAuFUI/AAAAAAAADBw/LKsKfsjrvcY/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TML-9NQ6InI/AAAAAAAAC9o/xktWq9MJHA4/s72-c/Ultimate_Frisbee_by_MikaYuki.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644371329885133583.post-229893350359756838</id><published>2010-10-21T16:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T16:59:25.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Musical Addictions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Every now and then we hear an awesome song.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Every now and then, that awesome song gets overplayed.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And then the song becomes not so awesome anymore.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not many people know this about me, but from time to time I get addicted to certain music... Like Glee music, or before that certain songs in particular like TikTok or Watcha Say. Now I know some people know I like these songs... but although I still like it, it's not what I want to start my playlist with anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;My current addiction would be, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TL_9Xh7eeUI/AAAAAAAAC9Q/T65kSr8TLyc/s1600/jason_mraz6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TL_9Xh7eeUI/AAAAAAAAC9Q/T65kSr8TLyc/s400/jason_mraz6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530417448120908098" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 318px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Jason Mraz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in particular, Geek in the Pink. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mainly thanks to King playing it last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just before this it was Mraz's 'Man gave name to all the animals'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and before that? More mraz... hmmm... again, thanks to Tan Chiew King. =/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;colour=#ff00ff&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Mraz- Geek in the Pink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;[Record scratching sounds]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;[Rapper] Yo, brother A to Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;[Mraz]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; Yo, whassup B?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;[Rapper]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; Yo, what time is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;[Mraz]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; Haha it's laundry day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Well, let the geek in the pink take a stab at it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;If you like the way I'm thinkin' baby wink at it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I may be skinny at times but I'm fat fulla rhymes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Pass me the mic and I'm a grab at it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Well, isn't it delicious, crazy way that I'm kissin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;'Cause baby listen to this, don't wanna miss it while it's hittin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sometimes you gotta fit in to get in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;But don't ever quit cause soon I'm gonna let you in but see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I don't care what she might think about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;You can vibe without me if you want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I could be the one to take her home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Baby we could rock the night alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;If we never get down it wouldn't be a let down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;But sugar don't forget what you already know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I could be the one to turn you out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;We could be the talk across the town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Don't judge me by the color, confuse it for another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;You might regret what you let slip away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Like the geek in the pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Like the geek in the pink, pink, pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The geek in the pink, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Well this relationship fodder don't mean to bother nobody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;But Cupid's automatic musta fired multiple shots at her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Because she fall in love too often that's what the matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;At least I talk about it keep a pattern of flattery and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;She was starin' through the doorframe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Eyeing me down like already a bad boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Well she can get her toys outta the drawer then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Cause I ain't comin' home I don't need that attention, see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I don't care what she might think about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;You'll get by without me if she wants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I could be the one to take her home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Baby we could rock the night alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;If we never get down it wouldn't be the let down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;But sugar don't forget what you already know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I could be the one to turn you out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;We could be the talk across the town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Don't judge it by the color, confuse it for another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;You might regret what you let slip away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Hey baby look at me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;From zero to hero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;You better take it from a geek like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I can save you from unoriginal dum-dums&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Who wouldn't care if you com...plete him or not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So what I've got a short attention span&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;A coke in my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Because I'd rather have the afternoon, relax and understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;My hip hop and flip-flops it don't stop with the light rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;A shot to mock you kinda puts me in the tight spot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The hype is nothing more than hoo-ha so I'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Developing a language and I'm callin' it my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So take a peek into the speaker and you'll see what I mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;That on the other side the grass is greener&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I don't care what she might think about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;You'll get by without me if you want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I could be the one to take you/her home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Baby we could rock the night alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;If we never get down it wouldn't be the let down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;But sugar don't forget what you already know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I could be the one to turn you out/on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;We could be the talk across the town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Don't judge it by the color, confuse it for another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;You might regret what you let slip away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Like the geek in the pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Well, I'm the geek in the pink, yo pink pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Geek is the color for fall, I'm the geek in the pink yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So I'm the geek yo, in the pink yo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644371329885133583.post-6339355091947560695</id><published>2010-10-14T18:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T18:35:36.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It took me 2 whole seconds.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sometimes when you're confused/shocked&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You take longer to figure simple things out.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now as some of you may know, I live in a hostel, and my room is right at the end. After which is the toilet. Nope it doesn't stink. Cleaners keep it stench free...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, so my normal trip to the toilet involves me stepping out of the room, putting on my slippers and making a quick turn, using only about 10 steps to reach the toilets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;This happened last night.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I stepped out of my room, put on my slippers, and made that quick turn, i took one step forward and stopped dead in my tracks. This is what stopped me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TLbboa2M4EI/AAAAAAAAC9A/m_JXm8XW4-Q/s1600/IMG_8190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TLbboa2M4EI/AAAAAAAAC9A/m_JXm8XW4-Q/s400/IMG_8190.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527847080091770946" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was an unexpected sight, and so it confused me greatly to see coloured liquids on the floor. It took me 2 whole seconds to think the next line,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; "Oh, it's not blood."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Untill now I still don't know why blood was the first thing in my head. Because of this strange liquid on the floor, my average trip of about, 10 seconds to the toilet doubled up. Yeah, I starred at it for quite some time. It took me the rest of the night &lt;i&gt;(I was up till about 4+&lt;/i&gt;) to finally figure, it was probably dragon fruit juice or something like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm still greatly confused &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;as to why it worried me. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;hmmm...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/7644371329885133583-6339355091947560695?l=everchanging-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6339355091947560695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644371329885133583&amp;postID=6339355091947560695&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/6339355091947560695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/6339355091947560695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/2010/10/it-took-me-2-whole-seconds.html' title='It took me 2 whole seconds.'/><author><name>LynneT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01747633198774143887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQyjuQAuFUI/AAAAAAAADBw/LKsKfsjrvcY/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TLbboa2M4EI/AAAAAAAAC9A/m_JXm8XW4-Q/s72-c/IMG_8190.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644371329885133583.post-335263201584041424</id><published>2010-10-13T16:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T16:21:20.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hippopotamous</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I was lying in bed last night&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thinking about my past.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Something a little amusing poped into my head. When I was younger, probably about 6 or 7 or 8... And I distinctively remember this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://202.71.108.103/images/personal/internet/services/bluehyppo/hyppo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://202.71.108.103/images/personal/internet/services/bluehyppo/hyppo.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 241px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I had quite a hard time with the word &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hippopotamus.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I used to think, it can't be hippopotamus, they would be stupid to put the 'po' twice? I mean, it's practically redundant! there's already one po, and not like there's another word out there that sounded the same. I soon grew up to find out that there was in fact a second 'po' in the word, making it hippopotamus,&lt;i&gt; not hippotamus. &lt;/i&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;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Why I thought about it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cos last night I was wondering if it was itinerary or itinery. I used the very same logic I used when i was a kid.. why would they put it twice? redundant, and figured it must be itinery. I found out minutes before writing this post that it's itinerary. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;English can be quite dumb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I also found out while trying to blog this&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;That I still didn't know how to spell the word.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Spelling one. Hipopotamous&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Spelling two. Hippopotamous&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Spelling three. Hippopotamus. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Third time's the charm eh?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644371329885133583-335263201584041424?l=everchanging-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/feeds/335263201584041424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644371329885133583&amp;postID=335263201584041424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/335263201584041424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/335263201584041424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/2010/10/hippopotamous.html' title='Hippopotamous'/><author><name>LynneT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01747633198774143887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQyjuQAuFUI/AAAAAAAADBw/LKsKfsjrvcY/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644371329885133583.post-3294077140098759752</id><published>2010-10-12T01:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T02:13:26.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting Recovery</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When you're sick, people advice you to rest and eat healthy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But once in a very blue moon, it's just the opposite that heals you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So as some of you may know, last week I was sick. Not, dead on the bed sort of sick, but just the sore throat-cough sick. Sunday night, I started losing my voice a ted, but it was so little it didn't bother me, I still went on designing the exhibition board for Ulty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Monday, I had lost my voice completely. For the first time in my life. And yet I sat at the the booth, attempting to talk to people, (however much I could manage anyway...) and that night I went with some crazy people for a little indulgence...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TLNOgItHyPI/AAAAAAAAC8I/hjRTptQ6mOI/s1600/IMG_8123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TLNOgItHyPI/AAAAAAAAC8I/hjRTptQ6mOI/s400/IMG_8123.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526847481713248498" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Justin and Ryan's crazy Sextuple Cheeseburger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day, I could speak! O.o but that was all, and it was pretty monotone. That day also happened to be Marissa's birthday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TLNPV5U7flI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/n4gCWACNrHc/s1600/IMG_8188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TLNPV5U7flI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/n4gCWACNrHc/s400/IMG_8188.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526848405298183762" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Marissa's birthday celebration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After celebrating, some people had a bright idea to go Karaoke... for some reason I agreed to go. I actually agreed to go. *scratches head* After singing, or rather, attempting to sing, my lungs out, I woke up the next day able to speak in not just a monotone, as in, I could sing, in the lower keys. I was pretty confused, but ah well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://banda2cero.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/karaoke_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://banda2cero.files.wordpress.com/2009/12/karaoke_.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 600px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Obviously not us, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;but my camera batteries died before we got to MyBox.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The next day, Wednesday was CF, and I must say worship that day was wow. So of course my mind went, oh bothers the voice, just sing! (however much I could la..) and as a direct result, that night itself during supper I found myself talking, (almost) normally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://vickybeeching.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/worship.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://vickybeeching.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/06/worship.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Again not us.. this is so hillsongish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;and we're like 40 people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This went on.. I never slept extra, the only thing I did was stay away from extra oily stuff (other than the fries from McD.. hahah) I didn't drink extra fluids, I just lived life, and as of today, my voice is fully back! I can sing normally again (as I realized during CG earlier.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I'm also pretty confused as to how I gained my voice back &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;while not taking care of it. Hmmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644371329885133583-3294077140098759752?l=everchanging-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3294077140098759752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644371329885133583&amp;postID=3294077140098759752&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/3294077140098759752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/3294077140098759752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/2010/10/interesting-recovery.html' title='Interesting Recovery'/><author><name>LynneT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01747633198774143887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQyjuQAuFUI/AAAAAAAADBw/LKsKfsjrvcY/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TLNOgItHyPI/AAAAAAAAC8I/hjRTptQ6mOI/s72-c/IMG_8123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644371329885133583.post-6518937031091800257</id><published>2010-10-02T19:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T19:52:43.009+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>Not feeling too good.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TKcbkodD_II/AAAAAAAAC74/bopUCsuNQ2Q/s1600/sick_247551_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TKcbkodD_II/AAAAAAAAC74/bopUCsuNQ2Q/s400/sick_247551_7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523413784141757570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I actually wanted a picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;With someone wrapped up in blankets and stuff..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;But this is close enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So anyway... It all started when we went to China, and &lt;b&gt;Anne&lt;/b&gt; fell sick.&lt;div&gt;Two weeks later she was still sick-ish. And by that time &lt;b&gt;Joel Tay&lt;/b&gt; had fallen prey to being sick as well. They were all sore throat-ing and coughing and stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past week, &lt;b&gt;Justin Chen&lt;/b&gt; too fell sick, more sore throat and coughing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By Thursday, I had gotten a mild sorethroat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, I'm coughing slightly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found out on Thursday my &lt;b&gt;mom&lt;/b&gt; fell sick too. She is also now still sick, but her's is a more full blown flu than anyone else I know...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm thinking, I can't be having the same strain as Anne, or else I would have fallen sick a long time ago. So it's either Justin or Joel, since it can't be my mom who I only cross paths after I had fallen sick. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;*Stares at Justin and Joel* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Which of you got me sick? -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644371329885133583-6518937031091800257?l=everchanging-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6518937031091800257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644371329885133583&amp;postID=6518937031091800257&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/6518937031091800257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/6518937031091800257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/2010/10/not-feeling-too-good.html' title='Not feeling too good.'/><author><name>LynneT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01747633198774143887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQyjuQAuFUI/AAAAAAAADBw/LKsKfsjrvcY/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TKcbkodD_II/AAAAAAAAC74/bopUCsuNQ2Q/s72-c/sick_247551_7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644371329885133583.post-8221329335026889330</id><published>2010-09-27T17:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T18:14:05.577+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Facebook'/><title type='text'>Paid to be lifeless?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TKBt0wT9uLI/AAAAAAAAC7w/mDstEcsvv2g/s1600/Like.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TKBt0wT9uLI/AAAAAAAAC7w/mDstEcsvv2g/s400/Like.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521533896245491890" style="cursor: pointer; width: 175px; height: 70px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You know you Facebook too much when,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;someone says something in real life&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and you feel like 'liking' it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TKBt07esASI/AAAAAAAAC7o/unQYdSAtwZQ/s1600/fb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TKBt07esASI/AAAAAAAAC7o/unQYdSAtwZQ/s400/fb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521533899243258146" style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Facebook we all know is one of the most happening things to happen to our digital world, or least happening, depending on how you look at it. Millions and millions of people log onto Fb each day to do what? Update their status, view pictures, play games, see what other people are up to, and so much more. Of course we know there are goods and bads to everything, and also, the ugly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;The History.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Facebook is a social networking site which was initially created to be a University's private group to connect it's students. It started growing when neighboring university students wanted in on this group. It grew in users ranging first to the state, then to the country, and soon to the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Good.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Facebook is great for many things. One, it connects people, helps them make friends. Two is reconnects old friends, old schoolmates, and more. When Facebook started putting in games, it turned into a gaming site to spend your free time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Bad.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, when the games came about, and it's users started getting hooked to these never ending games, they started spending more and more time on Facebook. (Even as I type this, when I see a notification alert on my Facebook tab I immediately click it.) You don't even need to be hooked onto a game to be sucked into the Facebook world. Personally I check out other people's thoughts (status's), conversations (wall posts) and sights (photo albums) Of course, a good link is always appreciated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Ugly.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being a University student, I know many friends who choose to Facebook over study, me being one of them every so often. My mom says I'm sucked into the one-eyed monster (my laptop), But my laptop provides little entertainment for me without Facebook. True story. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They say you're lifeless when you basically spend all day on Facebook, but what if you were to be paid to do just that? What if Facebook-ing all day is exactly what your job prescription is. Personally I would love that job. I know of a few groups that have done that, Aspirers (church youth group), Inti Christian Fellowship (University Club), Ultimate Frisbee (University Club)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Paid To.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But today my sister showed me a full page advert in The Star newspaper and basically gave you a Facebook link to check out the job. Upon further investigation I found it, &lt;a href="http://www.cimb.com/index.php?ch=group_ch_c_lo&amp;amp;pg=group_pg_lo_ibco&amp;amp;ac=941&amp;amp;tpt=cimb_group"&gt;Here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I especially love, 'Understand and Appreciate the difference between LOL and ROFLMAO' and 'Willing to Travel'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sadly though that job requires a Degree AND working experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644371329885133583-8221329335026889330?l=everchanging-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8221329335026889330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644371329885133583&amp;postID=8221329335026889330&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/8221329335026889330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/8221329335026889330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/2010/09/paid-to-be-lifeless.html' title='Paid to be lifeless?'/><author><name>LynneT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01747633198774143887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQyjuQAuFUI/AAAAAAAADBw/LKsKfsjrvcY/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TKBt0wT9uLI/AAAAAAAAC7w/mDstEcsvv2g/s72-c/Like.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644371329885133583.post-6365480490104429765</id><published>2010-09-21T21:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T22:08:07.891+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Polaroid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cameras'/><title type='text'>Shake It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shake it like a Polaroid picture!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&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;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJi7QQZNu8I/AAAAAAAAC7g/JY11dJe1ReE/s400/IMG_7946.JPG" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519367231295568834" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Winne took this random picture of me for the scrapbook, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;but I loved it so much I made her take another one of the book&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; and kept this. xD&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We've all seen movies where they use polaroid cameras... You know the ones that develops the picture instantly, all you need to do is wait like half a minute. In Singapore, I got my chance to use one I think I took about 60 shots that one day with the Polaroid. I officially love it. :D But not so much that I'm going to save my money up for one.. If I get it, yay. Besides, winne loves it too, I think (and hope) she plans to get it. xD After all, we still do have plenty of films left. Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The story&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I went down to SG for a friend's wedding, and Winne wanted to make a scrapbook of poloroid pictures for her of all her guests. So I was assigned to do the picture taking that day... in my 3.5 inch heels. Ouch I tell you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But I can now say I've used a Polaroid camera and, MAN are they COOL! xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzOYUvu7-Ko/THGnp3eQIaI/AAAAAAAAAJs/uRWU77py1Sc/s400/1528217741.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qzOYUvu7-Ko/THGnp3eQIaI/AAAAAAAAAJs/uRWU77py1Sc/s400/1528217741.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 280px; height: 280px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;This is the exact one I used.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644371329885133583-6365480490104429765?l=everchanging-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6365480490104429765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644371329885133583&amp;postID=6365480490104429765&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/6365480490104429765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/6365480490104429765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/2010/09/shake-it.html' title='Shake It!'/><author><name>LynneT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01747633198774143887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQyjuQAuFUI/AAAAAAAADBw/LKsKfsjrvcY/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJi7QQZNu8I/AAAAAAAAC7g/JY11dJe1ReE/s72-c/IMG_7946.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644371329885133583.post-4109897617683766894</id><published>2010-09-15T21:16:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T17:12:35.256+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='China'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travelling'/><title type='text'>Expensive Interests.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When i was younger, my interests were fairly cheap.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Drawing, Dancing, Dogs...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I grew up, and discovered some interests that aren't too cheap.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Photography, Travelling...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But I really do love travelling, and I love the idea of travelling with an SLR and at least two lenses, a walk about and a macro. I love seeing new things and I'm trigger happy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sadly enough, ever since I've discovered the joys of an SLR I haven't had the same passion for photography with a digital camera. It just doesn't feel, like enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So here are some shots from my trip. Not all the pictures are by me... obviously.&lt;br /&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: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJMulIaZapI/AAAAAAAAC7Y/9v_rJWqMozw/s1600/IMG_3074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJMulIaZapI/AAAAAAAAC7Y/9v_rJWqMozw/s400/IMG_3074.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517805183907228306" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJMulIaZapI/AAAAAAAAC7Y/9v_rJWqMozw/s1600/IMG_3074.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; "&gt;Before checking in @ McD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; "&gt;My last dose of western food before heading to China.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;not mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJMuk6WwYvI/AAAAAAAAC7Q/cq8dKzKcIV0/s1600/IMG_3090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJMuk6WwYvI/AAAAAAAAC7Q/cq8dKzKcIV0/s400/IMG_3090.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517805180133860082" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJMuk6WwYvI/AAAAAAAAC7Q/cq8dKzKcIV0/s1600/IMG_3090.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; "&gt;Wondering around KLIA waiting for the plane to arrive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;not mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJMukU6JxmI/AAAAAAAAC7I/6QO_rreuVgU/s1600/IMG_3122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJMukU6JxmI/AAAAAAAAC7I/6QO_rreuVgU/s400/IMG_3122.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517805170081777250" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJMukU6JxmI/AAAAAAAAC7I/6QO_rreuVgU/s1600/IMG_3122.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; "&gt;Airplane food... Yeap, my first time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJMukPmXmYI/AAAAAAAAC7A/r5W8gykGaRE/s1600/IMG_3204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJMukPmXmYI/AAAAAAAAC7A/r5W8gykGaRE/s400/IMG_3204.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517805168656619906" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJMukPmXmYI/AAAAAAAAC7A/r5W8gykGaRE/s1600/IMG_3204.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; "&gt;Dslr! :D not mine though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;not mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJL_46plYuI/AAAAAAAAC64/RlOobahlFpk/s1600/IMG_3464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJL_46plYuI/AAAAAAAAC64/RlOobahlFpk/s400/IMG_3464.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517753846763709154" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJL_46plYuI/AAAAAAAAC64/RlOobahlFpk/s1600/IMG_3464.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; "&gt;without the tree this picture might look fake. O.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;not mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJL_4iksfJI/AAAAAAAAC6w/JRIh6n8QN5k/s1600/IMG_7337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJL_4iksfJI/AAAAAAAAC6w/JRIh6n8QN5k/s400/IMG_7337.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517753840300752018" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJL_4iksfJI/AAAAAAAAC6w/JRIh6n8QN5k/s1600/IMG_7337.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;flowerrr~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJL_4CDfKLI/AAAAAAAAC6o/NttctdiI2zo/s1600/IMG_7385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJL_4CDfKLI/AAAAAAAAC6o/NttctdiI2zo/s400/IMG_7385.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517753831571531954" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJL_4CDfKLI/AAAAAAAAC6o/NttctdiI2zo/s1600/IMG_7385.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; "&gt;another flower~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJL_3_K_R8I/AAAAAAAAC6g/TgmwzmOKfKM/s1600/IMG_7482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJL_3_K_R8I/AAAAAAAAC6g/TgmwzmOKfKM/s400/IMG_7482.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517753830797690818" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJL_3_K_R8I/AAAAAAAAC6g/TgmwzmOKfKM/s1600/IMG_7482.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; "&gt;I first saw a nicer pose, but she moved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJL_3NNJ8OI/AAAAAAAAC6Y/WWcFrgTrE_Y/s1600/IMG_7529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJL_3NNJ8OI/AAAAAAAAC6Y/WWcFrgTrE_Y/s400/IMG_7529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517753817385005282" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJL_3NNJ8OI/AAAAAAAAC6Y/WWcFrgTrE_Y/s1600/IMG_7529.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; "&gt;Couldn't resist taking this shot. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJL3I41BoLI/AAAAAAAAC6Q/6P5G5qBe97g/s1600/IMG_7535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJL3I41BoLI/AAAAAAAAC6Q/6P5G5qBe97g/s400/IMG_7535.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517744225548083378" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJL3I41BoLI/AAAAAAAAC6Q/6P5G5qBe97g/s1600/IMG_7535.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Xiamen, light show at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJL3ITHoV6I/AAAAAAAAC6I/A7JEo85rGfs/s1600/IMG_7545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJL3ITHoV6I/AAAAAAAAC6I/A7JEo85rGfs/s400/IMG_7545.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517744215425570722" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJL3ITHoV6I/AAAAAAAAC6I/A7JEo85rGfs/s1600/IMG_7545.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Xiamen's weather tower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJL3HT8g_TI/AAAAAAAAC6A/91-DAVUJTtM/s1600/IMG_3951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJL3HT8g_TI/AAAAAAAAC6A/91-DAVUJTtM/s400/IMG_3951.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517744198467517746" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJL3HT8g_TI/AAAAAAAAC6A/91-DAVUJTtM/s1600/IMG_3951.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;peaceful, slow, and HOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJL3HEgzyCI/AAAAAAAAC54/4bwo18YkS3M/s1600/IMG_3989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJL3HEgzyCI/AAAAAAAAC54/4bwo18YkS3M/s400/IMG_3989.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517744194324776994" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJL3HEgzyCI/AAAAAAAAC54/4bwo18YkS3M/s1600/IMG_3989.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Different colours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJL3GZrGubI/AAAAAAAAC5w/oIXf3CZH07k/s1600/IMG_3997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJL3GZrGubI/AAAAAAAAC5w/oIXf3CZH07k/s400/IMG_3997.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517744182825236914" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJL3GZrGubI/AAAAAAAAC5w/oIXf3CZH07k/s1600/IMG_3997.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;We went to Mt. WuYi. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;not mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJLxZTAGDCI/AAAAAAAAC5o/WEDg8bPMucc/s1600/IMG_4003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJLxZTAGDCI/AAAAAAAAC5o/WEDg8bPMucc/s400/IMG_4003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517737910381972514" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJLxZTAGDCI/AAAAAAAAC5o/WEDg8bPMucc/s1600/IMG_4003.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;my mom and her weapon. O.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;not mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJLxYiGH9QI/AAAAAAAAC5g/TO2ra_EXk8k/s1600/IMG_4130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJLxYiGH9QI/AAAAAAAAC5g/TO2ra_EXk8k/s400/IMG_4130.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517737897253926146" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJLxYiGH9QI/AAAAAAAAC5g/TO2ra_EXk8k/s1600/IMG_4130.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;stalker alert!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJLxYbpkROI/AAAAAAAAC5Y/WLb4XDWfzN8/s1600/IMG_4208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJLxYbpkROI/AAAAAAAAC5Y/WLb4XDWfzN8/s400/IMG_4208.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517737895523534050" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJLxYbpkROI/AAAAAAAAC5Y/WLb4XDWfzN8/s1600/IMG_4208.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;emo shot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;not mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJLxXynTyYI/AAAAAAAAC5Q/lOYPjOBkNcE/s1600/IMG_4217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJLxXynTyYI/AAAAAAAAC5Q/lOYPjOBkNcE/s400/IMG_4217.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517737884508211586" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJLxXynTyYI/AAAAAAAAC5Q/lOYPjOBkNcE/s1600/IMG_4217.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;So.... Chinese...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;not mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJLxXEkO7tI/AAAAAAAAC5I/rUUzM2wKCUU/s1600/IMG_4221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJLxXEkO7tI/AAAAAAAAC5I/rUUzM2wKCUU/s400/IMG_4221.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517737872147279570" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJLxXEkO7tI/AAAAAAAAC5I/rUUzM2wKCUU/s1600/IMG_4221.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Resting in the shade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;not mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJLvIHGGiNI/AAAAAAAAC5A/CiNoAIPTCLs/s1600/IMG_4341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJLvIHGGiNI/AAAAAAAAC5A/CiNoAIPTCLs/s400/IMG_4341.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517735416104913106" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJLvIHGGiNI/AAAAAAAAC5A/CiNoAIPTCLs/s1600/IMG_4341.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Flying!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJLvHSgiVgI/AAAAAAAAC44/zS278N6WlyU/s1600/IMG_4364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJLvHSgiVgI/AAAAAAAAC44/zS278N6WlyU/s400/IMG_4364.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517735401988707842" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJLvHSgiVgI/AAAAAAAAC44/zS278N6WlyU/s1600/IMG_4364.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Studying the map of XiaMen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;not mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJLvG-hW0XI/AAAAAAAAC4w/gNtXmOORhsY/s1600/IMG_4408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJLvG-hW0XI/AAAAAAAAC4w/gNtXmOORhsY/s400/IMG_4408.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517735396623438194" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJLvG-hW0XI/AAAAAAAAC4w/gNtXmOORhsY/s1600/IMG_4408.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Playing with silk threads!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;not mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJLvGasCslI/AAAAAAAAC4o/Z3vuaeNDf8g/s1600/IMG_4481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJLvGasCslI/AAAAAAAAC4o/Z3vuaeNDf8g/s400/IMG_4481.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517735387004580434" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJLvGasCslI/AAAAAAAAC4o/Z3vuaeNDf8g/s1600/IMG_4481.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I find this somewhat cute. Brother and sister. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;not mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJLvGBMd-MI/AAAAAAAAC4g/yHGOf9yc3VE/s1600/IMG_4556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJLvGBMd-MI/AAAAAAAAC4g/yHGOf9yc3VE/s400/IMG_4556.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517735380161263810" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJLvGBMd-MI/AAAAAAAAC4g/yHGOf9yc3VE/s1600/IMG_4556.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I somehow like this blur feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;not mine&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJDbPjyqvsI/AAAAAAAAC4Y/h47PD2Utjqs/s1600/IMG_4566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJDbPjyqvsI/AAAAAAAAC4Y/h47PD2Utjqs/s400/IMG_4566.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517150603881135810" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJDbPjyqvsI/AAAAAAAAC4Y/h47PD2Utjqs/s1600/IMG_4566.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Our dinner place that got typhoon'ed that night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;not mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJDbPXW_okI/AAAAAAAAC4Q/9k3TCUi4HVg/s1600/IMG_4660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJDbPXW_okI/AAAAAAAAC4Q/9k3TCUi4HVg/s400/IMG_4660.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517150600543838786" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJDbPXW_okI/AAAAAAAAC4Q/9k3TCUi4HVg/s1600/IMG_4660.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;boat. O.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJDbO9Ual2I/AAAAAAAAC4I/SIWLMfPk4Q4/s1600/IMG_4789.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJDbO9Ual2I/AAAAAAAAC4I/SIWLMfPk4Q4/s400/IMG_4789.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517150593553700706" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJDbO9Ual2I/AAAAAAAAC4I/SIWLMfPk4Q4/s1600/IMG_4789.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Over looking the streets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJDbOZJDJhI/AAAAAAAAC4A/AITf9HKwUYI/s1600/IMG_4824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJDbOZJDJhI/AAAAAAAAC4A/AITf9HKwUYI/s400/IMG_4824.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517150583842350610" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJDbOZJDJhI/AAAAAAAAC4A/AITf9HKwUYI/s1600/IMG_4824.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;My mom's side grandpa's name. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;not mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJDbN4jidsI/AAAAAAAAC34/HUYdjUtu__o/s1600/IMG_4831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJDbN4jidsI/AAAAAAAAC34/HUYdjUtu__o/s400/IMG_4831.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517150575095084738" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJDbN4jidsI/AAAAAAAAC34/HUYdjUtu__o/s1600/IMG_4831.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;China's flag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;not mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJDZMANeKaI/AAAAAAAAC3w/sxPccUyfo_s/s1600/IMG_4869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJDZMANeKaI/AAAAAAAAC3w/sxPccUyfo_s/s400/IMG_4869.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517148343767017890" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJDZMANeKaI/AAAAAAAAC3w/sxPccUyfo_s/s1600/IMG_4869.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pointing out my parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;not mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJDZLvllO_I/AAAAAAAAC3o/XWGkn3Bn-zk/s1600/IMG_4886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJDZLvllO_I/AAAAAAAAC3o/XWGkn3Bn-zk/s400/IMG_4886.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517148339304741874" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJDZLvllO_I/AAAAAAAAC3o/XWGkn3Bn-zk/s1600/IMG_4886.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;@ The Low side in China&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;not mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJDZLLkjweI/AAAAAAAAC3g/Y-vsXAg5RQo/s1600/IMG_4936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJDZLLkjweI/AAAAAAAAC3g/Y-vsXAg5RQo/s400/IMG_4936.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517148329636774370" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJDZLLkjweI/AAAAAAAAC3g/Y-vsXAg5RQo/s1600/IMG_4936.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Smiley octopus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJDZKyO9VbI/AAAAAAAAC3Y/-qoTHK7tbV8/s1600/IMG_4955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJDZKyO9VbI/AAAAAAAAC3Y/-qoTHK7tbV8/s400/IMG_4955.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517148322835289522" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJDZKyO9VbI/AAAAAAAAC3Y/-qoTHK7tbV8/s1600/IMG_4955.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Soh mee. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJDZKXu7m_I/AAAAAAAAC3Q/Sx_LtfZUaPg/s1600/IMG_5075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJDZKXu7m_I/AAAAAAAAC3Q/Sx_LtfZUaPg/s400/IMG_5075.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517148315721636850" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJDZKXu7m_I/AAAAAAAAC3Q/Sx_LtfZUaPg/s1600/IMG_5075.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;meow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJDWViokfKI/AAAAAAAAC3I/tI7TKBY87nY/s1600/IMG_7657.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;not mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJDWViokfKI/AAAAAAAAC3I/tI7TKBY87nY/s1600/IMG_7657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJDWViokfKI/AAAAAAAAC3I/tI7TKBY87nY/s400/IMG_7657.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517145209091423394" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJDWViokfKI/AAAAAAAAC3I/tI7TKBY87nY/s1600/IMG_7657.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Uhm... I'm honestly not sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJDWVDuMmnI/AAAAAAAAC3A/KydwVxl__10/s1600/IMG_7688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJDWVDuMmnI/AAAAAAAAC3A/KydwVxl__10/s400/IMG_7688.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517145200793524850" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJDWVDuMmnI/AAAAAAAAC3A/KydwVxl__10/s1600/IMG_7688.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Photographing people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJDWUr0mztI/AAAAAAAAC24/V7c23tds594/s1600/IMG_7691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJDWUr0mztI/AAAAAAAAC24/V7c23tds594/s400/IMG_7691.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517145194377957074" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJDWUr0mztI/AAAAAAAAC24/V7c23tds594/s1600/IMG_7691.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;At the Shaolin Temple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJDWUYbIAvI/AAAAAAAAC2w/EgSIYrcEWXI/s1600/IMG_7698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJDWUYbIAvI/AAAAAAAAC2w/EgSIYrcEWXI/s400/IMG_7698.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517145189170807538" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJDWUYbIAvI/AAAAAAAAC2w/EgSIYrcEWXI/s1600/IMG_7698.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Past Prayers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJDWT_JuRpI/AAAAAAAAC2o/G1q3-HZaZPI/s1600/IMG_7705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJDWT_JuRpI/AAAAAAAAC2o/G1q3-HZaZPI/s400/IMG_7705.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517145182386931346" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJDWT_JuRpI/AAAAAAAAC2o/G1q3-HZaZPI/s1600/IMG_7705.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJDTDmS1gEI/AAAAAAAAC2g/iT4XbpR_U8o/s1600/IMG_7716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJDTDmS1gEI/AAAAAAAAC2g/iT4XbpR_U8o/s400/IMG_7716.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517141602301476930" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJDTDmS1gEI/AAAAAAAAC2g/iT4XbpR_U8o/s1600/IMG_7716.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Lately I've been trying to get this shot, still not exactly how I want it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJDTDH2_l-I/AAAAAAAAC2Y/I1rf13PN4fw/s1600/IMG_7726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJDTDH2_l-I/AAAAAAAAC2Y/I1rf13PN4fw/s400/IMG_7726.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517141594131634146" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJDTDH2_l-I/AAAAAAAAC2Y/I1rf13PN4fw/s1600/IMG_7726.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Mirror Image&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJDTCz15D-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/bHtTWs_4GpY/s1600/IMG_7829.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJDTCz15D-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/bHtTWs_4GpY/s400/IMG_7829.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517141588758302690" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJDTCz15D-I/AAAAAAAAC2Q/bHtTWs_4GpY/s1600/IMG_7829.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Goodbye China.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;not mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJDTCRUFzaI/AAAAAAAAC2I/RMcaX6WSOOg/s1600/IMG_7851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJDTCRUFzaI/AAAAAAAAC2I/RMcaX6WSOOg/s400/IMG_7851.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517141579489725858" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJDTCRUFzaI/AAAAAAAAC2I/RMcaX6WSOOg/s1600/IMG_7851.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Before lift off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;not mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJDTB0NxV5I/AAAAAAAAC2A/jYkbhv3_nDA/s1600/IMG_7871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJDTB0NxV5I/AAAAAAAAC2A/jYkbhv3_nDA/s400/IMG_7871.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517141571678590866" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;On the flight home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pictures with a 'not mine' are not taken by me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644371329885133583-4109897617683766894?l=everchanging-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4109897617683766894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644371329885133583&amp;postID=4109897617683766894&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/4109897617683766894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/4109897617683766894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/2010/09/expensive-interests.html' title='Expensive Interests.'/><author><name>LynneT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01747633198774143887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQyjuQAuFUI/AAAAAAAADBw/LKsKfsjrvcY/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TJMulIaZapI/AAAAAAAAC7Y/9v_rJWqMozw/s72-c/IMG_3074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644371329885133583.post-2081426878784474363</id><published>2010-09-13T21:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T23:26:21.220+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='China'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mt. WuYi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='QuanZhou'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='XiaMen'/><title type='text'>The Motherland - Just back from tourist-ing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some things you have to get it down as fast as possible before it leaves your mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some things will last as an impression forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My trip to China, had both.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TI4-4Y-N0UI/AAAAAAAAC1g/_bb7Lr6xx_w/s1600/IMG_7529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TI4-4Y-N0UI/AAAAAAAAC1g/_bb7Lr6xx_w/s400/IMG_7529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516415732072436034" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Totally did the Juan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(according to Justin)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;at Musical fountain at Xiamen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thoughts.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So when I was first in KLIA going about getting to the plane and not getting left behind and getting my butt to China for an eight days trip, my family had forgotten that I'd already been overseas once, 3 years back, to Bangkok. So my mom and sisters were asking me every now and then if I was excited... A little, yes. To be going through KLIA instead of LCCT. To be going back to the motherland, and checking out other countries, to satisfy my craving for travelling yes. But it wasn't like I was jumping up and down in my seat, it was just a smile on my face. And the more I thought about it on the plane to China, I realized I wasn't quite as happy as I normally would be to be travelling. Why? Maybe cos it was with people I wasn't that close to.. maybe cos I was going to somewhere, that it would be extremely difficult for me to communicate. or maybe it was just cos I couldn't see the plane lift off cos there was no window... for some weird reason or another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TI4-181KlvI/AAAAAAAAC1I/xrw5YyE9Eqk/s400/IMG_3484.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516415690158544626" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At GuLong Island. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sun shine rock behind us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First group pic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the trip progressed,  as we made our way around Xiamen, GuLong Island, to WuYiShan, and around that place, around QuanZhou, and if you heard about the typhoon, I slept right through it (lol) and finally made our way to PuTien, which was the highlight of our trip. I found myself enjoying the trip more and more. From laughing talking at the dinner table, enjoying the sights and doing things I've never done before (like the bamboo raft at Mt. WuYi, getting to know my cousins that little bit better and seeing things I don't think they knew we saw (teeheehee) and even complaining about the whether with everyone else. Did I mention being totally amazed by a cultural show I did not understand?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TI4-3HXCVoI/AAAAAAAAC1Y/I0UgAQOrvOE/s1600/IMG_3511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TI4-3HXCVoI/AAAAAAAAC1Y/I0UgAQOrvOE/s400/IMG_3511.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516415710164833922" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At Gulong island.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In PuTien, we finally made it to the reason of our trip. To visit our roots, and I have to say to me, it was the best part of the trip. Although I basically stood and smiled, and wondered what they were talking... and talked to my family of course. Visiting the Low side first made me all excited, seeing really old pictures they frame up of the descendent's and their families in a hall. It was when we went to the Tan side, and meeting my grand aunties who are close to my only living grandparent, amah, and having them feed us (ALOT) and seeing how happy they were to see us, that really touched my heart. The next day we visited more relatives who were again very happy, and some were even brought to tears, you could literally see how happy they were, and looking at the condition they live in, it really makes the trip so much more worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TI4-2cwmwiI/AAAAAAAAC1Q/JpGV7K5cgZQ/s1600/IMG_4510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TI4-2cwmwiI/AAAAAAAAC1Q/JpGV7K5cgZQ/s400/IMG_4510.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516415698729353762" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Family Tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; 800 year old tree at some famous temple&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In QuanZhou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The grandaunties from my dad's side saw us all three days we were in putien. The day we got there, we visited their home. The second day they were invited for a dinner, which they still looked super uber happy to see us. We actually told them don't have to come to PuTien from the place they stay cos it's like half an hour drive from where they live and they have no car of their own, but on the third day, when we were supposed to leave that afternoon, they had come in the morning to see us off again. They also joined for lunch and etc. Felt like they were so sweet, and puilingma really reminded me of my own grandma, and she was really sooo cute. xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TI4-5WyPNbI/AAAAAAAAC1o/W2CQn_xqnck/s1600/IMG_3852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TI4-5WyPNbI/AAAAAAAAC1o/W2CQn_xqnck/s400/IMG_3852.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516415748665193906" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;During the bamboo raft ride &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At Mt. WuYi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well that's all the main stuff I can think of right now, so till I compile the pictures and have more time and less things going on, I shall blog about the details of the trip. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/7644371329885133583-2081426878784474363?l=everchanging-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2081426878784474363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644371329885133583&amp;postID=2081426878784474363&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/2081426878784474363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/2081426878784474363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/2010/09/motherland-just-back-from-tourist-ing.html' title='The Motherland - Just back from tourist-ing'/><author><name>LynneT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01747633198774143887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQyjuQAuFUI/AAAAAAAADBw/LKsKfsjrvcY/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TI4-4Y-N0UI/AAAAAAAAC1g/_bb7Lr6xx_w/s72-c/IMG_7529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644371329885133583.post-7936925251129244839</id><published>2010-08-28T00:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T01:11:17.702+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ideas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photoshop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Creations'/><title type='text'>Song Based</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sometimes inspiration comes from the weirdest places.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And sometimes at the most inconvenient times.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever had those times when you're in the bathroom, and inspiration strikes? And you can't get to a computer or phone or paper and pen to jot it down in case you forget? Yeah I've had tons of those.. And it doesn't always have to be in the bathroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just moments ago I was listening to Lips of an Angel - Hinder, and I got this idea of a picture.. of a guy on the phone sitting on the floor in the dark, and he's next to an open door where you can see a girl in the next room, dim lights, and the picture to be taken like a feet off the ground. Now my Photoshop-ing skills are not that great.. I MAY be able to do it but it would take an extensive amount of time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What I ended up doing was listening to songs and creating random simple pictures that brought the feel of the song. Also, I tried to do them during the song only. (of course I went on for a little more each time)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/THfwZDJIqKI/AAAAAAAAC00/32ntQM0V1Wo/s1600/lips+of+an+angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/THfwZDJIqKI/AAAAAAAAC00/32ntQM0V1Wo/s400/lips+of+an+angel.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510136982242109602" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 247px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Inspired by Lips of an Angel - Hinder&lt;/span&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/THfwJMn35NI/AAAAAAAAC0k/aqG7rld914w/s1600/jesus+is+alive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/THfwJMn35NI/AAAAAAAAC0k/aqG7rld914w/s400/jesus+is+alive.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510136709909046482" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 248px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Inspired by I've found Jesus - Delirious&lt;/span&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/THfwI83PPDI/AAAAAAAAC0c/i-Ceo-EDEnY/s1600/last+thing+on+my+mind.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/THfwI83PPDI/AAAAAAAAC0c/i-Ceo-EDEnY/s400/last+thing+on+my+mind.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510136705678523442" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Inspired by Last Thing on My Mind - Ronan Keating ft Leann Rimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644371329885133583-7936925251129244839?l=everchanging-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7936925251129244839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644371329885133583&amp;postID=7936925251129244839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/7936925251129244839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/7936925251129244839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/2010/08/song-based.html' title='Song Based'/><author><name>LynneT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01747633198774143887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQyjuQAuFUI/AAAAAAAADBw/LKsKfsjrvcY/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/THfwZDJIqKI/AAAAAAAAC00/32ntQM0V1Wo/s72-c/lips+of+an+angel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644371329885133583.post-6188877793220115952</id><published>2010-08-27T01:22:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T02:56:20.892+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Choi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Plans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matt Koval'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Niga Higa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ultimate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Windows7'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bella'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YouTube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chester See'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wong Fu Productions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Laptop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FUnemployed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='updates'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='KevJumba'/><title type='text'>Overdue.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sometimes, Things just don't get done on time&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Probably because I'm a procrastinator.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;So.. this is an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;OVERDUE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt; blog post for one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC66CC;"&gt;Plus I haven't really blogged about me in sometime. So much for keeping friends up to date with my life using my blog... but I think Facebook does a very nice job of that... haha. I just went back for a check, and found out my last real blog about me was when I was studying for my Sociology test! wow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Okay so the semester has ended, and I've been on my sem break for the last week and a half.. and normally that means my break is coming to an end, but Inti was so nice as the grant us with more than a month of a break. So I'm only getting back to my studies on the 20th of Sept. Yeap, long time more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;To all friends who will be back in Seremban, or maybe even Selangor if I can get my way up there, meet up! Other than the raya break week(Going China!), though apparently my holidays has some plans, so look me up first xD This is &lt;b&gt;OVERDUE&lt;/b&gt; cos I've been on a break for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.themalaysianinsider.com/images/uploads/2010/05/31/0601chinaslow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.themalaysianinsider.com/images/uploads/2010/05/31/0601chinaslow.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;CHINA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/THa3yBiBdJI/AAAAAAAAC0U/g6t0YRKh0G4/s1600/sched.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/THa3yBiBdJI/AAAAAAAAC0U/g6t0YRKh0G4/s400/sched.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509793264166859922" style="cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 297px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;My schedule&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;This is the problem with blogging, before you start, you have no ideas. once you start, all the ideas come in.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;Remember the last time I blogged about this.. uhm... UV disc? Well I have one now. xD such a pretty baby. :D (I'll take pictures of it sometime and post it. It's currently 2am and it's in the car.. so not right now.) This is also an &lt;b&gt;OVERDUE&lt;/b&gt; information cos I had gotten it since I blogged about it. HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;Also, if you're really bored, you could check out this web series called funemployed. It's a collaboration short series by KevJumba and Wong Fu Productions, there's also David Choi, Chester See, Matt Koval, Niga Higa and more in there. It's quite interesting and it's 11 episodes long.  Here's the first episode. This is &lt;b&gt;OVERDUE&lt;/b&gt; cos the series didn't JUST get released, it's been a while actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N7f7udgXREY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N7f7udgXREY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;Speaking of YouTube... I've been uploading videos, more like a collection of videos I have, that features my friends in Uni, and the funny things they/we do. There's like 5 or 6 so far I think, and some of them are REALLY old. So this are some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;OVERDUE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt; uploads... hahaha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;Next. ok this isn't overdue... Bella's sick. At first it started of with just her back hurt.. but then the meds were not compatible with her, so now it's better but she hasn't been eating and she's been vomiting... So we took her back to the doctor for a second checkup and doctor said she'll be fine if she gets nutrients in her.. so stopping meds, and got some anti-vomiting meds... =/ I have to make sure she eats tmr, which I think she will. lol. And force pills down her throat. I feel bad, poor baby's been whining a lot from pain. But on the other hand she got treated like a queen earlier, cos she got her first bath in like a week plus? after all the vomiting and peeing on herself (she REALLY stinked) there were like 3 people drying her and untangling her hair... and then when one left to shower, another took over. O.O pampered dog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;OVERDUE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt; exercise. See, about a month before my exams, I slowed down on ulty thanks to all the work... and only just this past Tuesday I finally got to play again. So it had been like 1.5 months without exercise. Now I remember when I first started, I had to sub out by like 2 points from being tired (poor stamina) and I'd played ulty to a point where I could play for like over 10 points (of course I'm nt going all out, I learned to not run aimlessly. xD) On Tuesday I realized I was uber tired by the second point sub and I sooooo wanted to sub out but then I realized how out of shape I was, so I stayed on... for many more points, and felt so much better after that. Yay for exercise... and then I missed Thursday's pick up. *sob* Ah well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;I started this blog with one update in mind, and I nearly forget to blog about it. Gosh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;OVERDUE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt; formatting! I'd asked Joel to reformat my comp since last OCTOBER. And something always came up... So finally, on Tuesday, my computer is reformatted and with Windows7 and nicer little gadgets and all that. I have to say I love Win7. heh. It just makes your whole computer using experience so much better. xD I'm comparing with WinXP so all you mac users don't say anything -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/THay7852hWI/AAAAAAAAC0M/jaMov5a24HQ/s1600/win7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/THay7852hWI/AAAAAAAAC0M/jaMov5a24HQ/s400/win7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509787937165182306" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;So nice kan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So there you have it, and update on almost every aspect of me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/7644371329885133583-6188877793220115952?l=everchanging-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6188877793220115952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644371329885133583&amp;postID=6188877793220115952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/6188877793220115952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/6188877793220115952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/2010/08/overdue.html' title='Overdue.'/><author><name>LynneT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01747633198774143887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQyjuQAuFUI/AAAAAAAADBw/LKsKfsjrvcY/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/THa3yBiBdJI/AAAAAAAAC0U/g6t0YRKh0G4/s72-c/sched.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644371329885133583.post-5270684247816521724</id><published>2010-07-30T03:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T05:43:52.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fictional Characters.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;RPG- Role Playing Games&lt;br /&gt;www.gaiaonline.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There is this website I go to, where I create characters and play out their lives. It's called Role playing.&lt;br /&gt;This is how it works, someone starts a thread in a forum. They start it when an idea of a rp story line. Once that's established, people, depending on the individual's interest will join the original creator and start to rp with them after sending in a profile. Anyway i have a few characters I'm pretty fond of :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meet,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TFHraRVNjqI/AAAAAAAACz0/ns8iuRgis4s/s1600/lynne89.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 223px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TFHraRVNjqI/AAAAAAAACz0/ns8iuRgis4s/s320/lynne89.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499435456557584034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clockwise from redhead. - Nessa, Nigel, Asher, and Violet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In the order of their creation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TFHraPRhJhI/AAAAAAAACzs/Ayuo28gJkIw/s1600/violet+mini.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TFHraPRhJhI/AAAAAAAACzs/Ayuo28gJkIw/s320/violet+mini.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499435456005219858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Violet.&lt;/span&gt; Her full name is Violet Lynne Tan.&lt;br /&gt;-obviously most of her name comes from mine. 'Violet' is just a name I once thought of naming my daughter.&lt;br /&gt;-Her age varies from 17 - 21 depending on the rp.&lt;br /&gt;-Now, in an RP, you don't have to be completely human. And since I love fantasy, she isn't completely human. She's human/elf.&lt;br /&gt;-Her background story is that her grandfather on both sides were elves, one who's element was ice and the other fire. They both married human girls and had mixed children. Her parents powers were very much diluted because of the human blood, but when mixed again, gave her and her brother very strong, scary powers. They're ability to control both have strengthen the fire's ability against water and the ice's ability against heat.&lt;br /&gt;Her brother who left her family a long time ago, turned bad and did many things, she couldn't forgive him for. What these things are, have not been discovered by yours truely.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TFHrZh5lB6I/AAAAAAAACzk/-OMJ95sjlyg/s1600/My_Male_Model_by_SetoKakashiluver.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TFHrZh5lB6I/AAAAAAAACzk/-OMJ95sjlyg/s320/My_Male_Model_by_SetoKakashiluver.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499435443825215394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Asher.&lt;/span&gt; His full name is Asher Lourds.&lt;br /&gt;-I was looking for a unique name. Back then I had just met two Asher's. One was his real name and another was his nickname. And I liked the sound of it so Asher it was... His family name is due to his background.&lt;br /&gt;-His age varies from 18-22&lt;br /&gt;-He is a dragon rider. A special clan of 'humans' who can see, and communicate with dragons.&lt;br /&gt;-Story is, dragons can only be seen when they want to be, which isn't often. But to dragon riders, they can always be seen, although normally seen as semi-translucent. Dragons are supposedly extremely proud creatures, demanding respect in all their majectic-ness. They also believe that they are better than humans.&lt;br /&gt;Asher's family, and clan, we're once considered among the top dragon riders on earth, the 'Lords' of dragon riders -- hence the name Lourds.&lt;br /&gt;-Due to the clan's skill over the dragons, they were believed to be a threat by the village people that they lived with, especially after the townsfolk wanted to control these dragons but failed miserably. So the villagers had wiped out the entire clan, but they missed one child, because Asher had gone into the jungle that evening to train for his 13th birthday which was the following day. The day a child is considered old enough to ride an adult dragon, being deemed worthy of the name 'Lourds'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TFHrY4f5HBI/AAAAAAAACzc/X67EDzSMhzU/s1600/17702_1243735534120_400_300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TFHrY4f5HBI/AAAAAAAACzc/X67EDzSMhzU/s320/17702_1243735534120_400_300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499435432711625746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nessa&lt;/span&gt;. Her full name is Nessa Viven Crux.&lt;br /&gt;-Nessa is just another name I've considered naming my daughter. And I was trying to think of a family name that sounded almost prestigious and came up with crux, a derivation of cruise. Viven was supposed to be vivien, which just sounded nice there, but I made a typo. ohwell. :D&lt;br /&gt;-her age is anywhere from 16-19, I will never allow her to be older than Violet.&lt;br /&gt;-She is a human/fallen angel.&lt;br /&gt;-To understand Nessa, you must understand her mother, who was the fallen angel, her father a mere mortal. Her mother met the father while she was still and angel on one of her missions, but fell in love with a mortal man, causing her to fall, trapping her in this world to live a mortal life. Despite being human, she still had some powers.&lt;br /&gt;-Nessa is the product of her mother's love with a mortal man. Being half a 'caged' angel as her mother refers, she is still able to fly (with wings) turn invisible by choice, and she can communicate to others mentally when she chooses to. This also enables her to put in emotions, and pain, but only things that she's felt before, so it's more like putting in her memory into another person's mind.&lt;br /&gt;-Nessa has an older brother Nigel, and they live in a small town, but are pretty rich cos the parents owns the biggest bar in town (CruxBar)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TFHrYd7nInI/AAAAAAAACzU/BW6elhKA4nw/s1600/nigel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 258px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TFHrYd7nInI/AAAAAAAACzU/BW6elhKA4nw/s320/nigel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499435425580130930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Nigel.&lt;/span&gt; his full name is Nigel Jerome Crux&lt;br /&gt;-I actually was just looking for a name that started with N... so I googled. And while I intended for him to be Nessa's brother, obviously he had to be a Crux. Jerome just sounded nice there. :)&lt;br /&gt;-His age is from 19 - 22, normally keeping a 3 year gap between the siblings, sometimes more sometimes less.&lt;br /&gt;-He has the same mother as Nessa, d'oh.&lt;br /&gt;The reason they look so different is because of the angel blood, which formed each of them very differently, physically. Even from the father.&lt;br /&gt;-Like his sister, he can fly and turn invisible as well. However his extra powers are ones that are more physical then mental. He is able to create anything out of thin air, except life. He just needs to visualize it in his mind first.&lt;br /&gt;-He is also very protective of Nessa, he loves her very much in an older brother kind of way.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to put in another character, I've got her picture already. But I haven't thought of a profile. or a name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TFH1ofTSiII/AAAAAAAACz8/b-8Gs7HhoGU/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TFH1ofTSiII/AAAAAAAACz8/b-8Gs7HhoGU/s320/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499446695942064258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/7644371329885133583-5270684247816521724?l=everchanging-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5270684247816521724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644371329885133583&amp;postID=5270684247816521724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/5270684247816521724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/5270684247816521724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/2010/07/fictional-characters.html' title='Fictional Characters.'/><author><name>LynneT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01747633198774143887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQyjuQAuFUI/AAAAAAAADBw/LKsKfsjrvcY/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TFHraRVNjqI/AAAAAAAACz0/ns8iuRgis4s/s72-c/lynne89.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644371329885133583.post-3686456479562484771</id><published>2010-07-27T01:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T02:00:41.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You can ignore this. :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just needed a place to post this... and since this is my blog. HAHAHA. xD&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TE3MeZNJaUI/AAAAAAAACzM/MsHnKptqwSo/s1600/Mythincal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 182px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TE3MeZNJaUI/AAAAAAAACzM/MsHnKptqwSo/s320/Mythincal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498275542623414594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm, Gaians, click for a bigger view. :D&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/7644371329885133583-3686456479562484771?l=everchanging-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3686456479562484771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644371329885133583&amp;postID=3686456479562484771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/3686456479562484771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/3686456479562484771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/2010/07/you-can-ignore-this-d.html' title='You can ignore this. :D'/><author><name>LynneT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01747633198774143887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQyjuQAuFUI/AAAAAAAADBw/LKsKfsjrvcY/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TE3MeZNJaUI/AAAAAAAACzM/MsHnKptqwSo/s72-c/Mythincal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644371329885133583.post-6908031164562479220</id><published>2010-07-24T06:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T06:17:34.501+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photoshop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drawings'/><title type='text'>Attempt.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes we do funny things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine was looking for people to draw his Avatar on Gaia.&lt;br /&gt;So I randomly decided to give it a try..&lt;br /&gt;Now some of you know I haven't drawn, like REALLY draw something in about... a gezillion years.. (around 2 years actually)&lt;br /&gt;This is what I ended up with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TEoTd8r4C0I/AAAAAAAACy8/HUszOildXzM/s1600/P240710_01.35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TEoTd8r4C0I/AAAAAAAACy8/HUszOildXzM/s320/P240710_01.35.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497227700386401090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay la not bad, this is the original.&lt;br /&gt;It's at the back of my sociology textbook. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TEoUPNRU1uI/AAAAAAAACzE/fBhVvmF3_UE/s1600/finaldragonempire.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TEoUPNRU1uI/AAAAAAAACzE/fBhVvmF3_UE/s320/finaldragonempire.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497228546652034786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay now it looks really bad in comparison. aduh!&lt;br /&gt;My drawing desperately needs cleaning up.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm PS-ing it.. this might take a few days.. hahhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Putting in colour and all that. O.o&lt;br /&gt;I'm honestly wondering what got me started. &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;*faint*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh also, if you're reading this, you have lost the game!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No idea what I'm talking about? go google it.. 'you have lost the game' or something like that. *shrug*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644371329885133583-6908031164562479220?l=everchanging-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6908031164562479220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644371329885133583&amp;postID=6908031164562479220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/6908031164562479220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/6908031164562479220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/2010/07/attempt.html' title='Attempt.'/><author><name>LynneT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01747633198774143887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQyjuQAuFUI/AAAAAAAADBw/LKsKfsjrvcY/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TEoTd8r4C0I/AAAAAAAACy8/HUszOildXzM/s72-c/P240710_01.35.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644371329885133583.post-8464542880033227159</id><published>2010-07-23T15:48:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T16:04:25.251+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photoshop'/><title type='text'>Ticket to my life?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes people get the greatest ideas in the weirdest places... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Or at the most annoying times...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Side note to self: watch Toy Story 3, Eclipse, Dispicable me, Sorcerer's Apprentice, Inception... walao so many movies to watch! O.O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay main story., don't you think my header looks kinda like some sort of ticket?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TElK1vX_QXI/AAAAAAAACys/P7gdzBRtDWQ/s1600/header3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 117px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TElK1vX_QXI/AAAAAAAACys/P7gdzBRtDWQ/s320/header3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497007107293004146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right right????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;lemme know what you think. xD&lt;br /&gt;It took me an hour to figure out what to put at the 'Lynne' area..&lt;br /&gt;I actually messed with swirls, lightnings, numbers more swirls..&lt;br /&gt;All that before accidentally stumbling on my own name. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I also made size testers xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TElLY08eKeI/AAAAAAAACy0/qR8TOg5E0GY/s1600/sizecheck3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 117px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TElLY08eKeI/AAAAAAAACy0/qR8TOg5E0GY/s320/sizecheck3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497007710083623394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Intentionally making the words really close to the edges of the picture itself,&lt;br /&gt;so I could see how much I needed to reduce. xD&lt;br /&gt;Normally what I would do is complete it and then edit it accordingly...&lt;br /&gt;But this time halfway through,&lt;br /&gt;I realized that would really mess with the look of it...&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644371329885133583-8464542880033227159?l=everchanging-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8464542880033227159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644371329885133583&amp;postID=8464542880033227159&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/8464542880033227159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/8464542880033227159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/2010/07/ticket-to-my-life.html' title='Ticket to my life?'/><author><name>LynneT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01747633198774143887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQyjuQAuFUI/AAAAAAAADBw/LKsKfsjrvcY/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TElK1vX_QXI/AAAAAAAACys/P7gdzBRtDWQ/s72-c/header3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644371329885133583.post-6323681316483880579</id><published>2010-07-21T02:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T02:50:23.989+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Opposing facts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TEXvOf6RV1I/AAAAAAAACx8/bt8zQuB2F8w/s1600/Two_Sides_Of_An_Angel_by_zaroen02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TEXvOf6RV1I/AAAAAAAACx8/bt8zQuB2F8w/s400/Two_Sides_Of_An_Angel_by_zaroen02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496061952638670674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The angel in me: I can do it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The devil in me: I don't want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Some things you know about yourself are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;simple to never doubt&lt;/span&gt;. Your name, age...&lt;br /&gt;Some things you know about yourself are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;debatable&lt;/span&gt;. Your religion, skill...&lt;br /&gt;Some things you know about yourself but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;people don't see&lt;/span&gt;. Your heart, mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But there's this thing about me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm capable, talented, smart, confident. But sometimes I get too lazy, sometimes I doubt myself, sometimes I just couldn't give a damn, and this three, habits, to say, are some of my biggest weaknesses. I get lazy to figure things out, when I know I normally can. I doubt how high I can jump when that instant approaches and miss the chance, and only then realize, 'I could have reached that'. I look at something I know I can do but think to myself 'who cares?' and not bother at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Time and time again this happens,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; in studies, in sports, in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;People say&lt;/span&gt; to overcome a weakness,&lt;br /&gt;You've got to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;know you have it&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But how&lt;/span&gt; do you overcome these?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644371329885133583-6323681316483880579?l=everchanging-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6323681316483880579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644371329885133583&amp;postID=6323681316483880579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/6323681316483880579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/6323681316483880579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/2010/07/opposing-facts.html' title='Opposing facts'/><author><name>LynneT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01747633198774143887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQyjuQAuFUI/AAAAAAAADBw/LKsKfsjrvcY/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TEXvOf6RV1I/AAAAAAAACx8/bt8zQuB2F8w/s72-c/Two_Sides_Of_An_Angel_by_zaroen02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644371329885133583.post-4172958854645599766</id><published>2010-07-20T00:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T00:50:19.376+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photoshop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>PS love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is there something in your life you really love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And at the same time really hate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Photoshop experience.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love pictures, and I love them even more when they look great. Sometimes you can turn a normal picture or a not bad picture, into a great one with just a few clicks and drags. Sometimes it's a little more work than that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently someone I know requested for a favour to turn a normal picture, with an interesting angle... to a nicer picture, requirements already placed. She asked if I could do it, and I didn't know if I could... I said I'd try...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TER-ySCVrHI/AAAAAAAACxc/BpC75X90wvw/s1600/IMGP4876ori.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TER-ySCVrHI/AAAAAAAACxc/BpC75X90wvw/s400/IMGP4876ori.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495656847599053938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;the original picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;-was originally a phail camwhore shot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I ended up liking the final product of my frustrations with the magnetic lasso tool, blur options, edge refining and hue/saturation options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TER-zKMck-I/AAAAAAAACxk/dJW7EH_ffLQ/s1600/IMGP4876v3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TER-zKMck-I/AAAAAAAACxk/dJW7EH_ffLQ/s400/IMGP4876v3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495656862673834978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;final product&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-from phail to success!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I was tagged in a picture, which I liked the angle... and so I asked my friend for the original so I could edit it myself. some moments later, after a whole lot of picture comment spamming on FB, she msn'ed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TER-zWbtTuI/AAAAAAAACxs/lDjHA4hH2B4/s1600/DSC05184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TER-zWbtTuI/AAAAAAAACxs/lDjHA4hH2B4/s400/DSC05184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495656865959071458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;original picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-had too many people to be a dp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd think after having done it once, I'd take less time to do the same effect... I ended up taking more, and struggling more than the previous time struggling away with the quick selection tools and edge refining tools... Oh, and lots and lots of redoing and clearing the history... &lt;s&gt;I had to go back to scratch twice..T.T&lt;/s&gt; But I am very much liking my new FB &amp;amp; MSN DP. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TER-zzTrM7I/AAAAAAAACx0/Qs-Nt7tP_0k/s1600/DSC05184zomg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TER-zzTrM7I/AAAAAAAACx0/Qs-Nt7tP_0k/s400/DSC05184zomg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495656873710007218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;end product&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;-taking the attention of the rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I managed to take up so much time, my friends managed to picture comment spam me 41 notifications. -.- Okay, I guess that's quite little in comparison but still....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sooo!!!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;For any of you who is thinking of picking up PS, be ready for,&lt;br /&gt;-numerous &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hair yanking&lt;/span&gt; moments&lt;br /&gt;-going&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; back to scratch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-wanting to kill the the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;selection tool&lt;/span&gt; when it's just not playing nice&lt;br /&gt;-hours on&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; hours of editing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-producing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MULTIPLE versions&lt;/span&gt; if you're doing it for people&lt;br /&gt;-and of course not forgetting &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;computer lagging moments&lt;/span&gt; (for all of us non mac users...)&lt;br /&gt;-and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; so much more,&lt;/span&gt; I can't even list them down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;But oh so worth it if you're like me. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644371329885133583-4172958854645599766?l=everchanging-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4172958854645599766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644371329885133583&amp;postID=4172958854645599766&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/4172958854645599766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/4172958854645599766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/2010/07/ps-love.html' title='PS love'/><author><name>LynneT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01747633198774143887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQyjuQAuFUI/AAAAAAAADBw/LKsKfsjrvcY/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TER-ySCVrHI/AAAAAAAACxc/BpC75X90wvw/s72-c/IMGP4876ori.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644371329885133583.post-4529839459398424982</id><published>2010-07-15T23:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T00:10:55.608+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kakashi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='naruto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='manga'/><title type='text'>Reason for Absence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For every action&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's an opposite and equal reaction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so my blog went on vacation for a while cos I at first had nothing to blog about.. and by the time I did, I also found something else that occupied my time. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Action: Started reading Naruto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reaction: Abandoned blog.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TD8vMv7Rf7I/AAAAAAAACxU/mYMaxwvCzRY/s1600/narutos-team.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TD8vMv7Rf7I/AAAAAAAACxU/mYMaxwvCzRY/s400/narutos-team.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494161966485307314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA, sorry. =D Anyway, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm lovin' it!&lt;/span&gt; and totally wondering why I never liked it earlier... hrmmm... *shrug* someone showed me the wrong episode I think... Anyway, I'm hooked now and finish the entire Naruto manga series volume 1 in about 6 days. that's approx 250 episodes.. If you're wondering, that's till about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*spoiler alert for those who never read*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; where Naruto and Sasuke fought at the valley and Sasuke went to Orachimaru for good, before Naruto left for 2.5yrs of training with Jiraiya.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*end of spoiler*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just wanna say, my favourite character out of ALL of them, would have to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TD8vMObIr2I/AAAAAAAACxM/zmp6QdxYLl8/s1600/Kakashi_by_Hiruka00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 362px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TD8vMObIr2I/AAAAAAAACxM/zmp6QdxYLl8/s400/Kakashi_by_Hiruka00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494161957492141922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hatake Kakashi aka Sharingan Kakashi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He's just uber cool and has that same blur face in like almost every situation. =D Also, while googling for his picture I came across his real face -- spoilered myself. -.- nvm, he's got a nice face. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm into anime in case you didn't know. =)&lt;br /&gt;I shall go back to Naruto Shippuden now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644371329885133583-4529839459398424982?l=everchanging-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4529839459398424982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644371329885133583&amp;postID=4529839459398424982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/4529839459398424982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/4529839459398424982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/2010/07/reason-for-absence.html' title='Reason for Absence'/><author><name>LynneT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01747633198774143887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQyjuQAuFUI/AAAAAAAADBw/LKsKfsjrvcY/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TD8vMv7Rf7I/AAAAAAAACxU/mYMaxwvCzRY/s72-c/narutos-team.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644371329885133583.post-6622036576289427019</id><published>2010-06-29T15:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T15:39:11.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Multitasking.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Cos there's just too much to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't whip out my camera... so no pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I am currently...&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; In class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;discussing how to do the assignment.&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Studying socio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just like last night.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Facebooking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got my comp in front of me so why not.&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dealt with ministing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was a while ago&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blogging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos I suddenly got the urge.&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Freezing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just too cold in RC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My schedule after this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Class &lt;/span&gt;ends at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4pm&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Library&lt;/span&gt; till about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;6pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Frisbee&lt;/span&gt; till about&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 8pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dinner and shower&lt;/span&gt; till about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;9.30pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Study @ DH/Blck N/dunno where&lt;/span&gt; till about&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; indefinitely till I finish studying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sleep&lt;/span&gt; till about &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;12pm, tmr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll just die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644371329885133583-6622036576289427019?l=everchanging-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6622036576289427019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644371329885133583&amp;postID=6622036576289427019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/6622036576289427019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/6622036576289427019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/2010/06/multitasking.html' title='Multitasking.'/><author><name>LynneT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01747633198774143887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQyjuQAuFUI/AAAAAAAADBw/LKsKfsjrvcY/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644371329885133583.post-3828640300524128054</id><published>2010-06-29T04:42:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T05:09:59.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Studying @ 4.30am</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Cos blogging beats studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TCkMtp3hqiI/AAAAAAAACws/iv7cErV0aG8/s1600/IMG_6254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TCkMtp3hqiI/AAAAAAAACws/iv7cErV0aG8/s400/IMG_6254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487931599400053282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay so I know I should be studying, but hey I'm making progress. (though my notes are about 2.5 inches long now... which is 1/3 of one chapter, out of 3 chapters I need to do. --omg.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TCkMu_HbOJI/AAAAAAAACw8/tOytetNfBKA/s1600/IMG_6252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TCkMu_HbOJI/AAAAAAAACw8/tOytetNfBKA/s400/IMG_6252.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487931622283753618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But I decided to keep track of my progress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TCkMublIgMI/AAAAAAAACw0/nj89u5jJaIY/s1600/IMG_6249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TCkMublIgMI/AAAAAAAACw0/nj89u5jJaIY/s400/IMG_6249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487931612744679618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And then was pretty amazed at how nice my notes look. hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TCkMs3NUvJI/AAAAAAAACwk/hH8yJrPud8w/s1600/IMG_6251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TCkMs3NUvJI/AAAAAAAACwk/hH8yJrPud8w/s400/IMG_6251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487931585801272466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Most effective way for me to study?&lt;br /&gt;Step one: Read - from Socio text book&lt;br /&gt;Step two: jot down notes - rough ones, scattered on random paper&lt;br /&gt;Step three: review notes and write nicely. - arranged and "neat"&lt;br /&gt;Step four: go over and link them up. - colour boxes or highlighters (not in this case however cos writting was too small to highlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TCkPBubrwzI/AAAAAAAACxE/N6GphvMyfJc/s1600/1-4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TCkPBubrwzI/AAAAAAAACxE/N6GphvMyfJc/s400/1-4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487934143246091058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;*click for clearer view*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Okay time to pack up from DH.&lt;br /&gt;I'm hitting the sack now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644371329885133583-3828640300524128054?l=everchanging-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3828640300524128054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644371329885133583&amp;postID=3828640300524128054&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/3828640300524128054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/3828640300524128054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/2010/06/studying-430am.html' title='Studying @ 4.30am'/><author><name>LynneT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01747633198774143887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQyjuQAuFUI/AAAAAAAADBw/LKsKfsjrvcY/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TCkMtp3hqiI/AAAAAAAACws/iv7cErV0aG8/s72-c/IMG_6254.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644371329885133583.post-6741531321613589644</id><published>2010-06-29T04:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T04:26:58.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UV Disc</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Cos it's too  tempting to not blog about. O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TCkE3NjHCgI/AAAAAAAACwc/OPujwvJJcHY/s1600/ultimate_disc_uv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TCkE3NjHCgI/AAAAAAAACwc/OPujwvJJcHY/s400/ultimate_disc_uv.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487922967503899138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TCkE2onnwmI/AAAAAAAACwU/7GTEOFJxnkg/s1600/Lg_Ultra-Star_UV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 277px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TCkE2onnwmI/AAAAAAAACwU/7GTEOFJxnkg/s400/Lg_Ultra-Star_UV.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487922957590708834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TCkE2fbGoTI/AAAAAAAACwM/0ptkmdzfxE8/s1600/1628-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TCkE2fbGoTI/AAAAAAAACwM/0ptkmdzfxE8/s400/1628-large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487922955122286898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I will definitely cam whore mine. xDxD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I can't wait i can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;On a different note...&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes think I have no identity...&lt;br /&gt;Cos I pick things up from people...&lt;br /&gt;So I don't really have a self identity...&lt;br /&gt;Do I? ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I want to discover myself. sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644371329885133583-6741531321613589644?l=everchanging-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6741531321613589644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644371329885133583&amp;postID=6741531321613589644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/6741531321613589644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/6741531321613589644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/2010/06/uv-disc.html' title='UV Disc'/><author><name>LynneT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01747633198774143887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQyjuQAuFUI/AAAAAAAADBw/LKsKfsjrvcY/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TCkE3NjHCgI/AAAAAAAACwc/OPujwvJJcHY/s72-c/ultimate_disc_uv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644371329885133583.post-7196857373766771816</id><published>2010-06-25T16:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T16:33:30.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes I laugh harder.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Because some conversations are&lt;br /&gt;more CMIAAW than others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had a conversation with JoTay, and it was uber cmiaaw. In case you're wondering, cmiaaw stands for 'can't make it at all wei' something like, fail. but funnier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were talking about jersey colours for stingrays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jσtαy says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*green, harder to see in field&lt;br /&gt;*i mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   Lynne    y - F¥† ® Says: Blonde's back! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*i shold design shirts for a living&lt;br /&gt;*OH YEAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jσtαy says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*just think abt it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   Lynne    y - F¥† ® Says: Blonde's back! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jσtαy says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   Lynne    y - F¥† ® Says: Blonde's back! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I IKNWWHAT Y MEANNN~&lt;br /&gt;*HAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jσtαy says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*like&lt;br /&gt;*dood&lt;br /&gt;*where are u guys&lt;br /&gt;*LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   Lynne    y - F¥† ® Says: Blonde's back! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*we shall be ninjas on the field!&lt;br /&gt;*xD&lt;br /&gt;*lie on the ground and blend in O.O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jσtαy says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*LOL&lt;br /&gt;*HAHAHAHHAHAHHAHA&lt;br /&gt;*they thought they're playing with themselves for a moment&lt;br /&gt;*and then&lt;br /&gt;**poof&lt;br /&gt;*here comes ninja stingrays&lt;br /&gt;*LOL&lt;br /&gt;*throw them like shirukens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   Lynne    y - F¥† ® Says: Blonde's back! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*LOL&lt;br /&gt;*xD&lt;br /&gt;*we shuld get brown pants&lt;br /&gt;*and be like trees.&lt;br /&gt;*xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jσtαy says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   Lynne    y - F¥† ® Says: Blonde's back! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jσtαy says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*NUUU&lt;br /&gt;*NUUUUUU&lt;br /&gt;*LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   Lynne    y - F¥† ® Says: Blonde's back! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*lolllll~&lt;br /&gt;*XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jσtαy says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*they will be like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   Lynne    y - F¥† ® Says: Blonde's back! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*omg&lt;br /&gt;**die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jσtαy says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*WHY ARE THEY TREES&lt;br /&gt;*ON THE FIELD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   Lynne    y - F¥† ® Says: Blonde's back! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jσtαy says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*SWT MUCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   Lynne    y - F¥† ® Says: Blonde's back! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*WHY ARE THEY MOVING?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;*LOLOLOL&lt;br /&gt;*omg.&lt;br /&gt;*sstomach ache&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jσtαy says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*WHY ARENT THEY REMOVED AT 1ST&lt;br /&gt;*LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   Lynne    y - F¥† ® Says: Blonde's back! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&gt;&lt; *ultimate rocks so m uch, even trees play it!!! *xD *kelvian was like 'wudn't that be an advantage? ninja mode on! xD' &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jσtαy says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*AHAHAHAHAHHAA&lt;br /&gt;*AHAHHAHHAHAHHAHHAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   Lynne    y - F¥† ® Says: Blonde's back! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*at night chance to black shirt... NIJAAA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jσtαy says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*YAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;*SO COOOOL&lt;br /&gt;*hahahahhaahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after that, at a change of topic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jσtαy says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*JUSTIN &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;*censored for privacy sake*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;*SEWIOUS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   Lynne    y - F¥† ® Says: Blonde's back! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*no beiber.-.-&lt;br /&gt;*bieber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jσtαy says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*WWAAAHHH!&lt;br /&gt;*SERIOUS?&lt;br /&gt;*HE COMING FROM US?&lt;br /&gt;*YAAYYY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   Lynne    y - F¥† ® Says: Blonde's back! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yeah and timberlake.&lt;br /&gt;*-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jσtαy says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*WE CAN SING HIS SONGS NOW&lt;br /&gt;*SUPERRRRB WEI&lt;3 style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   Lynne    y - F¥† ® Says: Blonde's back! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*omg o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jσtαy says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*U GOOD NEWS BRINGER&lt;br /&gt;*thank you lynne&lt;br /&gt;*HTNAK YOU THANK YOU THAKK YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   Lynne    y - F¥† ® Says: Blonde's back! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jσtαy says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*U MADE MY MONTH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   Lynne    y - F¥† ® Says: Blonde's back! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*anyway yar serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jσtαy says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*SEXAYBACK&lt;br /&gt;*ok ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   Lynne    y - F¥† ® Says: Blonde's back! says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jσtαy says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*JHAAAJAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Joeltay you uber cmiaaw.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644371329885133583-7196857373766771816?l=everchanging-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7196857373766771816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644371329885133583&amp;postID=7196857373766771816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/7196857373766771816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/7196857373766771816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/2010/06/sometimes-i-laugh-harder.html' title='sometimes I laugh harder.'/><author><name>LynneT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01747633198774143887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQyjuQAuFUI/AAAAAAAADBw/LKsKfsjrvcY/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644371329885133583.post-1781056901540630823</id><published>2010-06-22T21:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T22:08:28.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My grandpa J.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There are some people in your life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That even though they never did  much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And wasn't around much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You still love them as if they were  all that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Grandpa J is one of those people in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TCC9mkigZRI/AAAAAAAACvc/EdUGT2nPJTo/s1600/6620_223826030356_845985356_8028223_6763420_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 341px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TCC9mkigZRI/AAAAAAAACvc/EdUGT2nPJTo/s400/6620_223826030356_845985356_8028223_6763420_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485592816478348562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;in case you're wondering,&lt;br /&gt;yea that's juwita suwito in the background.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social networking sites are such a wonder. And I love them cause they bring amazing people into my life, people I never regret knowing, and people whom I currently have amazing bonds with. But I'm not here to talk about all those, I'm here to talk about Jonathan Wong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many years ago, back when I was in form 4, during the time of ever so ancient Friendster--you have my gratitude-- there was this guy in my friends list, I can't remember how or why he was in my friends list, but I saw him put up a note about 'Survivor 2' this camp I was going to go for. When I found out he was going, I decided to get to know this random guy, two years older than me. So there I met him at this camp called Survivor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next year, I was taking my SPM and he, his STPM. In that year, there were many 'Go study ar! SPM this year!'s from him, and it got to a point that I started calling him Grandpa simply because of his constant nagging I never quite got tired of. That little nickname kinda stuck and I'm not even sure why, even after chatting soooo much less, and no more nagging, I still love him as if he really is my grandpa. Though, not so old la. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TCC9nOX4J7I/AAAAAAAACvs/z2msjdOy3yI/s1600/n632251386_319267_6841.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TCC9nOX4J7I/AAAAAAAACvs/z2msjdOy3yI/s400/n632251386_319267_6841.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485592827708057522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; during Christmas Musical 07 i think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We used to not really meet up except for events, but have been meeting up more often of late thanks to him coming over to Agape more often and having stopped studying in Johor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so up to this day, I call Jonathan Wong Zng Mun my grandpa J. Someone whom I care deeply about and yet don't contact all that much. He ber-stylo and can design. Heard of Project O&amp;amp;O? He thought it up.  And a whole bunch of other stuff I probably don't know about. I know I booked him to design my wedding dress. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TCC9mxdUMmI/AAAAAAAACvk/oqmxi6s5AVs/s1600/32267_402965589630_693514630_4140094_2326737_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TCC9mxdUMmI/AAAAAAAACvk/oqmxi6s5AVs/s400/32267_402965589630_693514630_4140094_2326737_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485592819946238562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This year Easter Musical @ Agape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So here's a very blessed 23rd Birthday wish to my favourite-est grandpa J. Hope you had an extraordinarily boring one today while working and hope you had fun getting bored listening to my ramble about my day xD Happy Birthday Jon. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644371329885133583-1781056901540630823?l=everchanging-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1781056901540630823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644371329885133583&amp;postID=1781056901540630823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/1781056901540630823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/1781056901540630823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-grandpa-j.html' title='My grandpa J.'/><author><name>LynneT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01747633198774143887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQyjuQAuFUI/AAAAAAAADBw/LKsKfsjrvcY/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TCC9mkigZRI/AAAAAAAACvc/EdUGT2nPJTo/s72-c/6620_223826030356_845985356_8028223_6763420_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644371329885133583.post-6594626762244803143</id><published>2010-06-22T17:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T21:15:36.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beau Bristow was back. =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some things start out so randomly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But turn into a yearly event...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TCCEfz8ClKI/AAAAAAAACvU/IdBA6U94vCs/s1600/IMG_2303.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TCCEfz8ClKI/AAAAAAAACvU/IdBA6U94vCs/s400/IMG_2303.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485530028190110882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yeahp, our favourite indie artist was back again for another round of singing, photo taking and screaming "fans".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a crazy 24 hours that entire 17th of July 2010. Filled with no sleep, picture taking, mountain dew, decoration to put up, music, flying discs, and of course the stars of that night itself, Beau Bristow and David Story! It was so eventful, I'll need plenty of pictures to totally explain the whole day. Which, I do not have the required internet speed to upload all that. So next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D Basically they were awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644371329885133583-6594626762244803143?l=everchanging-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6594626762244803143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644371329885133583&amp;postID=6594626762244803143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/6594626762244803143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/6594626762244803143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/2010/06/beau-bristow-was-back-d.html' title='Beau Bristow was back. =D'/><author><name>LynneT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01747633198774143887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQyjuQAuFUI/AAAAAAAADBw/LKsKfsjrvcY/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TCCEfz8ClKI/AAAAAAAACvU/IdBA6U94vCs/s72-c/IMG_2303.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644371329885133583.post-2094240034158362628</id><published>2010-06-15T03:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T03:16:45.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It hurts the most</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's not easy to share about something personal.&lt;br /&gt;It's not easy to share a weakness and cry out for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it hurts the most, when you tear down your ego (yes girls have ego too), make yourself weak before the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;person&lt;/span&gt; you're most afraid of, face your fears and cry out for help about your problem. Only to get shot down, to be told that it's an excuse and it doesn't matter. It hurts when you respected the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; person&lt;/span&gt; for so many things including this area. It hurts when this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;person &lt;/span&gt;would help so many other people, but when it came to you, when you cried out, this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;person&lt;/span&gt; never took a second look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you cry out for the first time about a big problem you have, and this respected &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;figure&lt;/span&gt; takes no second look and says it's an excuse. You tend to shut up about your problem. Refusing to tell any other soul, even if you know the problem is very real, and getting very much worse. Till there's no turning back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;It doesn't matter?&lt;br /&gt;Here &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; go.&lt;br /&gt;Now my life's a mess.&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/7644371329885133583-2094240034158362628?l=everchanging-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2094240034158362628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644371329885133583&amp;postID=2094240034158362628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/2094240034158362628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/2094240034158362628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/2010/06/it-hurts-most.html' title='It hurts the most'/><author><name>LynneT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01747633198774143887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQyjuQAuFUI/AAAAAAAADBw/LKsKfsjrvcY/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644371329885133583.post-3384888805286943099</id><published>2010-06-13T14:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T14:46:53.032+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the way you are</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Who you are today,&lt;br /&gt;is due to your experiences yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studying socio and psycho helps to understand people, why are they the way they are. You learn to not jump to conclusions, you also learn that the way someone acts today, is because of their past. One thing or another, the things they've experienced and been put through, is what made them the way they are today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a person is a mess, people go 'you've got no one to blame but yourself' but what if there is someone to blame? like the person scolding you. When you're barely 21 and your entire life so far has been shaped by your family, by far the most influential people during the most influential times. Don't you think the way that person is, was probably caused by those influential people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Something to ponder.&lt;/span&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/7644371329885133583-3384888805286943099?l=everchanging-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3384888805286943099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644371329885133583&amp;postID=3384888805286943099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/3384888805286943099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/3384888805286943099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/2010/06/way-you-are.html' title='the way you are'/><author><name>LynneT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01747633198774143887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQyjuQAuFUI/AAAAAAAADBw/LKsKfsjrvcY/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644371329885133583.post-1336130716681721519</id><published>2010-06-13T13:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T13:40:25.027+08:00</updated><title type='text'>screwed over nothing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Shout at me for a reason, fine.&lt;br /&gt;Shout at me for no reason? Of course I lose my respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get screwed alot... multiple times a month, over a lot of things. And it's fine if they screw me over something I did, I'll accept it. But screwing me over something I didn't do? That's not cool at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;They&lt;/span&gt;'ve got this weird perception that every wrong thing I do is because I don't respect &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;them&lt;/span&gt;. This weird perception that just cos &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; don't see me in the morning, is cos I overslept. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;They&lt;/span&gt;'ve got this weird idea that not answering their calls and not calling back is cos I don't respect &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;them.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; once said some thought I came from a broken family cause of what I do... Just cause everyone else sees this as whole family, doesn't mean it's not messed up. Maybe the others were right, just not in the normal sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm tired of this.&lt;/span&gt; Say it one more time, say you want me to go out and buy my own food with my own money and you just might see it happen. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Be careful what you wish for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fact:&lt;/span&gt; Phone's 'rejects' calls when you don't pick them up. It's the same reaction as when the call is actually rejected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fact:&lt;/span&gt; Sometimes I don't go because I'm tired of putting on a mask, tired of pretending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fact:&lt;/span&gt; Your perception of me is so skewed by certain things I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fact:&lt;/span&gt; I don't disrespect you, at least I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fact:&lt;/span&gt; Not answering calls doesn't mean I don't wish to speak to you. I just assume whatever question you had isn't important anymore that's why you weren't calling me 15 minutes later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fact:&lt;/span&gt; If I'm in the toilet, 10 back to back calls aren't going to make a difference from one call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fact:&lt;/span&gt; With everything that's going on, how sure are you I'm not&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; backsliding?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fact: &lt;/span&gt;Just cos I'm still active doesn't mean I'm all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to all those random people out there reading, you don't really know me...&lt;br /&gt;Don't judge me cos of what you see, when you've never heard my heart and head. I'm so much more than the average girl. So much smarter than you know. And just cause I curse, doesn't give you the right to judge me. A sin is a sin, big or small.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644371329885133583-1336130716681721519?l=everchanging-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1336130716681721519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644371329885133583&amp;postID=1336130716681721519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/1336130716681721519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/1336130716681721519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/2010/06/screwed-over-nothing.html' title='screwed over nothing.'/><author><name>LynneT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01747633198774143887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQyjuQAuFUI/AAAAAAAADBw/LKsKfsjrvcY/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644371329885133583.post-9057085526331708574</id><published>2010-06-09T18:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T19:10:29.904+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do i blog?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;It's funny how things change over the years.&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I kept my blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just looking back at my blogs, Xanga and Friendster, reading a few random posts. This post in particular made me laugh, although back when I was writing it I was really sad. What did it say? Wee hours of the morning, back then to me was 1.30 am. Now, 1.30 is still kinda decent. lol. Probably mainly thanks to Z-win, Alex, Carmen and Wilson. O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another funny thing, I don't at all recall the incident mentioned in the blog. Interesting how something so extremely significant back then means almost nothing to me now. I actually stopped and thought for quite a while, taking a calculated guess as to what was happening in my life. But that's not what I'm here to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here's the deal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had people ask me, 'why do you blog?' And normally when they ask me I can't give them a proper answer and it normally goes something like 'uhh.. to update my friends around the world?' and while yes, that is one of the reasons, I now remember another reason I blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We humans don't have perfect memories... We forget things or remember things wrongly. So the best way to remember it? Document it. =) And when you go back and read, it kinda puts a smile on your face, remembering things just the way they were, and laughing at yourself, somewhat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ahh memories. =)&lt;/span&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/7644371329885133583-9057085526331708574?l=everchanging-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/feeds/9057085526331708574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644371329885133583&amp;postID=9057085526331708574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/9057085526331708574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/9057085526331708574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/2010/06/why-do-i-blog.html' title='Why do i blog?'/><author><name>LynneT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01747633198774143887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQyjuQAuFUI/AAAAAAAADBw/LKsKfsjrvcY/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644371329885133583.post-393602858962856499</id><published>2010-06-04T19:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T20:08:36.650+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>Passing By.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes you pass by people you know&lt;br /&gt;But you don't know you pass  them by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a little story I'm pretty amused at.&lt;br /&gt;Thursday after Ulty pickups, most of us went our separate ways which ended me and Kelvian going for dinner together. We got the talking, and somehow we were talking about Sime Darby convention centre, we've both been there for very different purposes. Him to work, and me for my cousin's wedding dinner. We've also been over this story before that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time round however, the name Dato' Krishnan Tan came up from my mouth, it passed, and we continued talking for abit. Suddenly Kelvian went 'Wait, Krishnan Tan.. He's chindian right?' In my head I was wondering how he knew that since he mentioned earlier he didn't know what IJM or who Krishnan Tan was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We soon discovered that the day he was working at Sime Darby convention centre, was the day I was there for my cousin's wedding dinner. It was pretty funny considering all things. He was only about 5 tables diagonally away from me next to the stage. During reception he passed by a number of times, and we both never noticed each other. Odd. Funny. Entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;And it's only when you sit and talk,&lt;br /&gt;That you realize  just how much in common you have.&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/7644371329885133583-393602858962856499?l=everchanging-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/feeds/393602858962856499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644371329885133583&amp;postID=393602858962856499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/393602858962856499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/393602858962856499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/2010/06/passing-by.html' title='Passing By.'/><author><name>LynneT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01747633198774143887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQyjuQAuFUI/AAAAAAAADBw/LKsKfsjrvcY/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644371329885133583.post-510999349220527126</id><published>2010-06-01T16:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T16:49:39.627+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uni'/><title type='text'>Inti Uni.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No pork in Uni?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last week we heard that dining hall was closing and cafeteria in Inti was officially opening. Then we hear the rental is going up for them, and to top it off, there's going to be no pork. Yesterday Cafeteria opened, there was no pork...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon complaining to my dad about this fact over the weekend, he suspected something about, the partial university status and the pork being disbanded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I hear news (real news..) in The Star, which said, &lt;blockquote&gt;"On the elevation to university status, Mohamed Khaled said the  institution would now be known as INTI International University  effective yesterday." (1st June 2010)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Articles. &lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2010/6/1/nation/6374839&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://thestar.com.my/news/story.asp?file=/2010/6/1/nation/6375831&amp;amp;sec=nation"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. So now I'm thinking, Inti gave up pork to be a uni...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm officially sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644371329885133583-510999349220527126?l=everchanging-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/feeds/510999349220527126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644371329885133583&amp;postID=510999349220527126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/510999349220527126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/510999349220527126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/2010/06/inti-uni.html' title='Inti Uni.'/><author><name>LynneT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01747633198774143887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQyjuQAuFUI/AAAAAAAADBw/LKsKfsjrvcY/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644371329885133583.post-3842667572326855831</id><published>2010-05-28T01:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T23:45:16.266+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='penang'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kedah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='road trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ultimate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uni'/><title type='text'>Kedah-Penang Road trip!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Road trips are fun!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Except the part where your entire body aches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, it was a while back when Kelvian looked me up and asked if I wanted to go for AIMST friendly. My first questions were when and where? When, 22-23May. Where, Kedah. I was like OMG! &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style="font-weight:&gt;PENANG!!! How could I resist? Penang + Frisbee, that's like an awesome combo! I had to ask my parents, twice. And the second round they said yes, two nights before, I was ecstatic! So that's how it all began, our little roadtrip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TAJTIIcrSHI/AAAAAAAACtQ/inytXSzG9R0/s1600/IMG_3891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TAJTIIcrSHI/AAAAAAAACtQ/inytXSzG9R0/s400/IMG_3891.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477031496007764082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Burger King!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Our trip started at 9am when we left Inti Nilai. We made our first stop at Erwin's place... and got stuck in Selangor for like an hour. -.- So it was, drive, lunch (burger king!) driveeeeeeeeeee, one wrong turn, and then we reached AIMST. =D The drive was actually pretty funny xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TAJTIo1ud_I/AAAAAAAACtY/9lYT98tPJ_I/s1600/IMG_3906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TAJTIo1ud_I/AAAAAAAACtY/9lYT98tPJ_I/s400/IMG_3906.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477031504702765042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Going up for the play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TAJTIxm0EPI/AAAAAAAACtg/MpSiWLxfJAI/s1600/IMG_3956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TAJTIxm0EPI/AAAAAAAACtg/MpSiWLxfJAI/s400/IMG_3956.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477031507056136434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Awesome picture of the friendly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Boon attacking,  3 v 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So there was AIMST friendly. There I got to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;score twice and D twice!&lt;/span&gt; Totally awesome. =D Also I bumped into an old friend, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jason Tan&lt;/span&gt;, from Seremban. After like 4 years of not meeting I meet him in Kedah for a friendly of all places -.- Anyway, we then had dinner after showering AT AIMST. We had to use the hand dryer in the toilet to dry our hair... After a late dinner, it was off to Penang. After settling in, I was hungry =( So called some of the guys out to mamak a bit before actually sleeping around 3am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Next morning, after the guys woke us up, we got ready and went to wait for the guys by the car! We went for breakfast first, which was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dim sum&lt;/span&gt; and since it was my third time there I was happy without pictures, (lol) and then went to buy some water and food to bring to the beach. Then we had to drop Chern off at his place cos he couldn't join us due to the ankle injury from the gay &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[EDIT: I mean &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;day&lt;/span&gt;, but this gay is too funny to take off. xD]&lt;/span&gt; before... Next Chern led us to the National Park with a third car! We got to P.Kerachut around noon... But the IICP people we were supposed to meet were leaving already. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;=( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/style="font-weight:&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TAJTJSxXfxI/AAAAAAAACto/6trgV4dLIyI/s1600/IMG_4014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TAJTJSxXfxI/AAAAAAAACto/6trgV4dLIyI/s400/IMG_4014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477031515958771474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On the way there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style="font-weight:&gt;&lt;/style="font-weight:&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;style="font-weight:&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we played on the beach by ourselves. The sand was so flipping hot, it wasn't even funny at the time, untill Emily lost her slippers in the sand xD We attempted a game by the water where the sand was not as hot, and eventually we were in the water. Thing we didn't know is, there were jellyfish in the water. And you can probably guess by now, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the stingrays got stung by jellyfish..&lt;/span&gt;. Ouch. Including me, Erwin and Ji mi... and I'm not sure who else...  Jimi was the genius who stayed in after getting stung -.- But fear not, it was&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; very minor&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I didn't need anyone to pee on me if that's what you're wondering. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TAJTJ3ayWWI/AAAAAAAACtw/ZOnFBM1itXs/s1600/IMG_4104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TAJTJ3ayWWI/AAAAAAAACtw/ZOnFBM1itXs/s400/IMG_4104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477031525796174178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Game of disc golf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TAJyrVr4d7I/AAAAAAAACt4/4xMrCweN_1o/s1600/IMG_4038edit.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 364px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TAJyrVr4d7I/AAAAAAAACt4/4xMrCweN_1o/s400/IMG_4038edit.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477066185717086130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you look carefully you can see a red mark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on the inner side of my upper right arm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's where the sting was...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TAJ2kx01uuI/AAAAAAAACuA/gtsLSokzwR8/s1600/IMG_4083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TAJ2kx01uuI/AAAAAAAACuA/gtsLSokzwR8/s400/IMG_4083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477070471058275042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MUO 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TAJ2lq1SPoI/AAAAAAAACuI/HczVUricBJE/s1600/IMG_4106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TAJ2lq1SPoI/AAAAAAAACuI/HczVUricBJE/s400/IMG_4106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477070486360964738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;More disc golf ness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TAJ2mJPckHI/AAAAAAAACuQ/dA3NaMhCTA0/s1600/edited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TAJ2mJPckHI/AAAAAAAACuQ/dA3NaMhCTA0/s400/edited.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477070494523756658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I editted this picture, cos if I didn't, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;there'd be no way you could tell who was who. O.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After that sting, I was out of the water very quick and returned to the shade of the trees, we started practicing our throws. At some point, we also started playing an improvised version of disk golf. =) I also found out that although my forehands are sweet, they aren't completely accurate. I keep missing by centimeters! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ohmaigawd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TAJ2mc89FYI/AAAAAAAACuY/37nW4WZotWA/s1600/IMG_4190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TAJ2mc89FYI/AAAAAAAACuY/37nW4WZotWA/s400/IMG_4190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477070499814905218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;On the way back.&lt;br /&gt;Kylie the photog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So then we left around 5pm, as we had earlier told our boatman. And the guys wanted to go for IICP pickup. Since we kinda owed them a game for arriving so late, but when we got to IICP, the people who were at the beach were not at the field -.- Nvm, we still played with them. (not against them.. we were pretty tired mind you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TAJ2m6jcVAI/AAAAAAAACug/1LxCpOHT62c/s1600/IMG_4199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TAJ2m6jcVAI/AAAAAAAACug/1LxCpOHT62c/s400/IMG_4199.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477070507760964610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;throws before play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TAJ35bHPOII/AAAAAAAACuo/L0WIAH7bom0/s1600/IMG_4208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TAJ35bHPOII/AAAAAAAACuo/L0WIAH7bom0/s400/IMG_4208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477071925250308226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Practicing my hammer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TAJ351E-RoI/AAAAAAAACuw/CKwpGhkNNZI/s1600/IMG_4213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TAJ351E-RoI/AAAAAAAACuw/CKwpGhkNNZI/s400/IMG_4213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477071932220130946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This would be nicer if the disc was clear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TAJ36Tv1GUI/AAAAAAAACu4/2U54RAwObzQ/s1600/IMG_4231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TAJ36Tv1GUI/AAAAAAAACu4/2U54RAwObzQ/s400/IMG_4231.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477071940452948290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chern was not allowed to play due to his ankle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but it made for a nice picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;On a side note, did you know that by 7.45pm, penang is still bright?&lt;br /&gt;While in Nilai it would be almost dark already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We then got back to our dorms and showered and packed to leave for dinner. Picture this. 7 guys, 3 girls. We girls took our time, showering, packing, and even lazing about at some point. When we were finally ready, and went out to get to the car again, we ended up waiting for them. AGAIN. Gosh, you'd think they were putting on their make up or something -.- They all blamed JiMi... We went to this hawker called... wait I forgot what it was called... and met up with Joon. We finished dinner at around 11pm, and started our journey back to IntiNilai. Yes, I know what you're thinking right about now.. like, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'WHAT?!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; After dropping JiMi in KL, and stopping by Nigel's place to pick up some things in Cheras I think, we finally got back to Inti around &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4am.&lt;/span&gt; And crashed right after... Although I had it better cos I got to sleep on the way back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;On another side note,&lt;br /&gt;If you can avoid sleeping in the back of a myvi with two other people,&lt;br /&gt;Please do. You'll wake up with a very aching body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think I was the only one who made it to my morning class that Monday.... Probably only because this thought was in my mind when I woke up. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'If I skip class, I'll never get to do things like this ever again. GET UP!'&lt;/span&gt; And so I did....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It was a painful, interesting, fun experience.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That I wouldn't mind repeating in the future...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not to soon though, my body still hurts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We also don't have pictures of everything,&lt;br /&gt;cos half the time we were too occupied having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/style="font-weight:&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644371329885133583-3842667572326855831?l=everchanging-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3842667572326855831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644371329885133583&amp;postID=3842667572326855831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/3842667572326855831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/3842667572326855831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/2010/05/kedah-penang-road-trip.html' title='Kedah-Penang Road trip!'/><author><name>LynneT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01747633198774143887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQyjuQAuFUI/AAAAAAAADBw/LKsKfsjrvcY/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TAJTIIcrSHI/AAAAAAAACtQ/inytXSzG9R0/s72-c/IMG_3891.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644371329885133583.post-3323957048357257639</id><published>2010-05-24T17:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T17:50:10.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*gasp*</title><content type='html'>I've got two whole mad days to blog about, but not all the pictures are with me! =x I shall blog soon, plus the story about my hair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644371329885133583-3323957048357257639?l=everchanging-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3323957048357257639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644371329885133583&amp;postID=3323957048357257639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/3323957048357257639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/3323957048357257639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/2010/05/gasp.html' title='*gasp*'/><author><name>LynneT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01747633198774143887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQyjuQAuFUI/AAAAAAAADBw/LKsKfsjrvcY/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644371329885133583.post-3354117267925694963</id><published>2010-05-21T02:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T03:18:54.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wandom.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some things are so random,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You shouldn't ask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I know I've been very dead to my blog world. Like uber dead. But fear not, I'm still here, I've just been refraining from blogging cos I've been craving to blog about my hair. HAHA. (yes chern I love my hair. =/ )&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's not what I'm blogging about today.  It's totally random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got this huge bruise on my right arm, since Monday.&lt;br /&gt;It was actually quite small on monday say about an inch long and a cm tall.&lt;br /&gt;But now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/S_WHdkreCzI/AAAAAAAACtI/HTZQSX09DVo/s1600/IMG_5622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/S_WHdkreCzI/AAAAAAAACtI/HTZQSX09DVo/s400/IMG_5622.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473429864270662450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about the size of the display screen of my digital camera...&lt;br /&gt;(yeah I actually tried to compare it. lol.)&lt;br /&gt;Anne asked 'who you beat up ah?'&lt;br /&gt;If I beat someone up, I wouldn't be the bruised one. -.-&lt;br /&gt;but obviously that was a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Today after Ulty, I came back to shower and waited to head to McD.&lt;br /&gt;(Btw, Ulty was uber awesome today, Shall blog about it after the weekend.)&lt;br /&gt;(Maybe I'll just blog about it after this.)&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY. While I was online and waiting for the car to come pick me up, I looked down and noticed on my big toe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/S_WHdFpq_3I/AAAAAAAACtA/KAe6eP5Q1uQ/s1600/IMG_5617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/S_WHdFpq_3I/AAAAAAAACtA/KAe6eP5Q1uQ/s400/IMG_5617.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473429855941623666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can't read, it's a flip over of the Inti chop -.-&lt;br /&gt;I could use my body for advertising, since I had the SAO chop.&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm talking nonsense now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, I can't resist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ULTY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday 6-8pm is an official pick up time for us Stingrays.&lt;br /&gt;But at 4+ish, it started &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THUNDER STORM -ING&lt;/span&gt;. It looked so bad, I doubted it would stop soon. But Kelvian was so desperate to play, he said as long as it stopped before 6, we would go. (I did mention something about praying but all I really did was go 'God please stop the rain I wanna play.') So okay, we all agreed. At about 5.30 I noticed the thunderstorm getting pretty light. And about 6.20 it was merely drizzling, which was the time that me, chern, joel, and edmund headed down to the field. By the time we reached the field, the drizzle had stopped but the field was flooded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh who cares about a flooded field? As long as we have people, GAME ON!&lt;br /&gt;And that was exactly the case. In total 16 people showed up. Enough for a full game and 2 subs. The field was soooo flooded, you'd step into at least an inch of water most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Why Stingrays?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Cause we play in the shallow seas of Inti!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today was one of the more awesome games I've played in a long time, and I stayed longer than normal. The water just made everything so much more, awesome, that even while I was tired, I could continue playing! woots! Everybody was on super form today (in case you're like Jess, when I say on form I mean everyone played an awesome game today) And you know, with all the water, it splashed everywhere, breaking gets all tough, boost is almost impossible so we had to make up a lot for all of that. With lots of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;splish splash sploosh!&lt;/span&gt; Oh yeah, every slide, every step, water was flying everywhere, and with everyone making awesome passes and throws, the game play was literally awesome. xDxD I wish I could go over some of the more awesome combos in my head, but that would take forever, and unless you have a passion for frisbee (especially wet ones) like I do, you might just find this uber boring. So I'll stop here and just say this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Game was so awesome today&lt;/span&gt;, I'm so glad we went down to the field. I think everyone enjoyed the water too. Heh. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Okay, this post sounds like one of those noob posts. Heh. xD&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644371329885133583-3354117267925694963?l=everchanging-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3354117267925694963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644371329885133583&amp;postID=3354117267925694963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/3354117267925694963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/3354117267925694963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/2010/05/wandom.html' title='wandom.'/><author><name>LynneT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01747633198774143887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQyjuQAuFUI/AAAAAAAADBw/LKsKfsjrvcY/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/S_WHdkreCzI/AAAAAAAACtI/HTZQSX09DVo/s72-c/IMG_5622.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644371329885133583.post-6197460486049976772</id><published>2010-05-18T15:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T15:31:04.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bella!</title><content type='html'>Hahahahahahhaha I only have one thing to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage"&gt;&lt;span class="actorName"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hey, help  vote for my sis, winne's dog bella. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/petsmore?ref=mf#%21/photo.php?pid=5654018&amp;amp;o=all&amp;amp;op=1&amp;amp;view=all&amp;amp;subj=118663542303&amp;amp;aid=-1&amp;amp;id=732319427" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span&gt;http://www.facebook.com/petsmore?ref=mf#!/photo.ph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;p?pid=5654018&amp;amp;o=all&amp;amp;op=1&amp;amp;view=all&amp;amp;subj=11866354230&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3&amp;amp;aid=-1&amp;amp;id=732319427&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like the group then like the  picture. =D&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so this is probably the worst blog post I've ever posted, you can hardly call it one. But I needed to post it anyway. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644371329885133583-6197460486049976772?l=everchanging-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6197460486049976772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644371329885133583&amp;postID=6197460486049976772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/6197460486049976772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/6197460486049976772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/2010/05/bella.html' title='Bella!'/><author><name>LynneT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01747633198774143887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQyjuQAuFUI/AAAAAAAADBw/LKsKfsjrvcY/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644371329885133583.post-2725913089569917164</id><published>2010-05-14T02:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T02:22:07.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bang-ed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Every now and then, You discover something new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They call it learning, I call it interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start of semester, here's some updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Thomas cup.&lt;br /&gt;                  OMG STRESS.                  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spaghetti.&lt;br /&gt;                    Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me away, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;" &gt;                   Save me from myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;" &gt;                               Dark Geisha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;" &gt;                   Fighter fish.                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;" &gt;                                                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Pleasure moments once were, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;                  Where oily marks appear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;For some reason I can't explain, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;                 I know St. Peter will call my name.                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Blue.&lt;br /&gt;                   Red.&lt;br /&gt;                                      Black.&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/7644371329885133583-2725913089569917164?l=everchanging-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2725913089569917164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644371329885133583&amp;postID=2725913089569917164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/2725913089569917164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/2725913089569917164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/2010/05/bang-ed.html' title='Bang-ed.'/><author><name>LynneT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01747633198774143887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQyjuQAuFUI/AAAAAAAADBw/LKsKfsjrvcY/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644371329885133583.post-3160346509792824288</id><published>2010-05-08T14:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T14:41:38.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tagged again</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Write 5 names down &lt;br /&gt;1. Jessica Yong&lt;br /&gt;2. Yuen Chern&lt;br /&gt;3. Joel Tay&lt;br /&gt;4. Alex Cheok&lt;br /&gt;5. Z-Win    &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. How did you meet 1? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;In Inti. Cf meeting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2. On a scale of 1-10 how would you rate your  friendship with 1?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;7 or 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;3. How long have you known 4?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Well? two  years ? :D&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;4. How do you know number 3?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Same Church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;5. Where's 5?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;In Inti... God knows doing what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;6. A fact about number 1?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Is currently single, and looking in Australia, Melbourne Uni. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;7. Who is 4 going out  with?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;I don't know her name. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;8.  What does 1 do for a living?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Be a JPA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;9. Would you live with number 3?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Uhm.. I don't quite mind? &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;10. What do you like  about number 2?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;thegoodfriend. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;11. Do you miss number 5?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Not right now. lol. But it happens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;12. Would you make out with number  4?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Alex????? uh no. O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;13. What's your  opinion of number 2?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;I shall say it again, thegoodfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;14.  What's your favorite memory with number 5?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;making stupid decisions in the middle of the night which ends you up in God knows where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;15. What would you do if number 1 and 2 were going out?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Laugh. like... HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;16. Ever had a long conversation with number 5?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;yeah, but not a heart to heart one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;17. Have you ever slept over at number 2's house? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Yeah, multiple times I might add. And loving 'em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;18. Do you hang  out with 3 alot?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Quite yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;19. Who have you known  the longest?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Joel T. of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;20. How  often do you talk to 1? (face to face)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Used to be like every weekday before she left for aust. Now cannot lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;21. What about  2? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;When he's back in Inti, everyday/ every alternate day... weekdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;22.  Have you ever thought 3 more than a friend?   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Once upon a time. ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;23. Would you go out on a date with 5?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;uhhhhhhh... I'll see how la. Lol.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;(On a side note, omgosh Joel would be happy about Justin's answer -.-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;24. Do you dream about 2?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Irony of this question is, I just did last night. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;25. What did number 3 do to  you that you can never forget?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;I think we both know. Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;26.  What have you done for 1 that the person never forgets?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Uhm, probably all those travelling... and uhm... dunno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;27. What's 4's hobby??  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sapadeeee~ lol. Gaming lo. oh and doing stupid things with yeezwin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;28. Tag 5 people &lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jess Yong&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Madonna&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Z-win&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alex Cheok&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Erwin&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;you guys have to do it  ;D    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644371329885133583-3160346509792824288?l=everchanging-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3160346509792824288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644371329885133583&amp;postID=3160346509792824288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/3160346509792824288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/3160346509792824288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/2010/05/tagged-again.html' title='tagged again'/><author><name>LynneT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01747633198774143887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQyjuQAuFUI/AAAAAAAADBw/LKsKfsjrvcY/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644371329885133583.post-8555726606091659928</id><published>2010-05-04T13:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T13:47:20.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tubed.</title><content type='html'>On a side note before I start, I've come to realized, I really don't like it when a guy merajuk's like a kid. I mean, grow up.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm trying to be less of a mummy. I don't want to meng-cougar next time. O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;_______________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes you don't realize the answer is right there waiting for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is untill you realize it la. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lately I've been having trouble, thinking of something to blog about. I just came back from ICF camp, but I don't feel like blogging about that yet. Then it hit me through the song I was listening. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how tons of people don't like Justin Beiber's Baby song? Well I found a really nice version and have been addicted ever since. How I found it? Somone posted it on their fb post. So I decided to check it out, out of sheer boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PUAPksxTDPQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PUAPksxTDPQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i continued on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QJOH0zf9Fq0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QJOH0zf9Fq0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And went on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iJsp5WH-Yas&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iJsp5WH-Yas&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so the middle one is not THAT nice, it reminds me of some songs on Tap Tap Revenge, if you've ever played it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Anywhoo... class time.&lt;br /&gt;Baby I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644371329885133583-8555726606091659928?l=everchanging-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8555726606091659928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644371329885133583&amp;postID=8555726606091659928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/8555726606091659928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/8555726606091659928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/2010/05/tubed.html' title='Tubed.'/><author><name>LynneT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01747633198774143887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQyjuQAuFUI/AAAAAAAADBw/LKsKfsjrvcY/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644371329885133583.post-3571082540689829838</id><published>2010-04-20T21:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T21:40:57.203+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frisbee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ultimate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>xD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt this feeling just swelling up in your chest? That you can't stop smiling just thinking of the event? Alone or with people, rain or shine, nothing could ruin your day after what had just happened? Yeah, I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in love&lt;/span&gt; alright. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much joy and happiness, even if you try not to smile, someone else can see it in your eyes, teasingly at the edge of your lips, that very slight tilt is enough to say everything, that you're &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in love&lt;/span&gt;, and there's nothing anyone can do about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mind can be pried away from the lingering thought, savoring the feel, the every touch, every second of it. And you wonder, why you were hesitant about it at first. You wonder, how did you not realize it untill some time later. You wish you could be there, back in the moment, in the past to relive it. Or at least, go at it again. I'm totally &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;in love&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't stop smiling, and it's all because of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;ultimate frisbee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*heart*&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/7644371329885133583-3571082540689829838?l=everchanging-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3571082540689829838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644371329885133583&amp;postID=3571082540689829838&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/3571082540689829838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/3571082540689829838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/2010/04/xd.html' title='xD'/><author><name>LynneT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01747633198774143887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQyjuQAuFUI/AAAAAAAADBw/LKsKfsjrvcY/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644371329885133583.post-7329260760709206271</id><published>2010-04-20T16:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T17:12:51.456+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bella'/><title type='text'>Sisters *heart*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my sisters, truly I do. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/S81vKqDawzI/AAAAAAAACsY/CAc-w_sai44/s1600/sisters.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 248px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/S81vKqDawzI/AAAAAAAACsY/CAc-w_sai44/s400/sisters.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462144151948280626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I love Bella too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/S81v0RCo66I/AAAAAAAACsg/IRJ-HO5WDfU/s1600/Picture+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 279px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/S81v0RCo66I/AAAAAAAACsg/IRJ-HO5WDfU/s400/Picture+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462144866788633506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it be possible to not love something as adorable as that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;*heart* Bella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644371329885133583-7329260760709206271?l=everchanging-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7329260760709206271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644371329885133583&amp;postID=7329260760709206271&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/7329260760709206271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/7329260760709206271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/2010/04/sisters-heart.html' title='Sisters *heart*'/><author><name>LynneT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01747633198774143887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQyjuQAuFUI/AAAAAAAADBw/LKsKfsjrvcY/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/S81vKqDawzI/AAAAAAAACsY/CAc-w_sai44/s72-c/sisters.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644371329885133583.post-5569243002027984991</id><published>2010-04-18T04:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T04:16:37.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/S8oXG6PkYzI/AAAAAAAACsQ/E0ySEwLhJp0/s1600/13259238710130laew.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/S8oXG6PkYzI/AAAAAAAACsQ/E0ySEwLhJp0/s400/13259238710130laew.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461202905621357362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644371329885133583-5569243002027984991?l=everchanging-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5569243002027984991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644371329885133583&amp;postID=5569243002027984991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/5569243002027984991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/5569243002027984991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/2010/04/random.html' title='random.'/><author><name>LynneT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01747633198774143887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQyjuQAuFUI/AAAAAAAADBw/LKsKfsjrvcY/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/S8oXG6PkYzI/AAAAAAAACsQ/E0ySEwLhJp0/s72-c/13259238710130laew.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644371329885133583.post-7418862478541427643</id><published>2010-04-15T23:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T00:17:06.429+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Crazy crazy crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's always super fulfilling after a game of Ultimate. :D It's seriously awesome much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644371329885133583-7418862478541427643?l=everchanging-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7418862478541427643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644371329885133583&amp;postID=7418862478541427643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/7418862478541427643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/7418862478541427643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/2010/04/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>LynneT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01747633198774143887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQyjuQAuFUI/AAAAAAAADBw/LKsKfsjrvcY/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644371329885133583.post-8272216236737502699</id><published>2010-04-15T02:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T02:39:35.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Studying against all doubt.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes you're so sure that there's no point.&lt;br /&gt;But something just drives you on.&lt;br /&gt;And all you can do, is trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I'm like 89% sure I'm screwed.&lt;br /&gt;Time will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644371329885133583-8272216236737502699?l=everchanging-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8272216236737502699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644371329885133583&amp;postID=8272216236737502699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/8272216236737502699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/8272216236737502699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/2010/04/studying-against-all-doubt.html' title='Studying against all doubt.'/><author><name>LynneT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01747633198774143887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQyjuQAuFUI/AAAAAAAADBw/LKsKfsjrvcY/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644371329885133583.post-4669663948161281513</id><published>2010-04-13T06:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T06:18:41.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflection</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You see what you want to see, no what's there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always had this, (I'm about to put my interpersonal communication studies to use...) self concept of me being, unique, different, random, quirky, spontaneous, crazy, analytical, jack of all trades, and figured out so much... Like I said, it was a self concept I HAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just minutes ago, I looked in the toilet mirror. Messy hair tied up in a baggy shirt and shorts. No make up nothing, just plain me. I liked to think I'm pretty at least... but I saw just another girl looking back. Average. Not hopeless, but nothing hopeful either. A little rough around the edges...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes everything falls into place in a matter of minutes, I'm just that girl next door. My interests don't last, I've got short term peaking interests that continue on to just be another one of my many not so great skills. I can look pretty with a little effort and dressing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every now and then I've got big dreams, but reality's pretty small. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the pitch, I'm just your girl next door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Name, Lynne&lt;br /&gt;Age, almost 21&lt;br /&gt;Gender, female&lt;br /&gt;My latest addiction, frisbee.&lt;br /&gt;Life long dream, getting happily married with kids.&lt;br /&gt;Past addictions, designing, dancing, photography, anime, dogs etc.&lt;br /&gt;Biggest dream by far, Being an editor in an international advertising company.&lt;br /&gt;Greatest treasure, friends.&lt;br /&gt;Biggest flaw, lazyness.&lt;br /&gt;No wait, this is the biggest flaw, not being able to hold on to God the way I should.&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping times, screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;Study life, almost screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;Love life, non existant.&lt;br /&gt;Greatest fear, never being married.&lt;br /&gt;Current gadget to get, iTouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could name so much more, make jokes and laugh it all off but here's the thing. Even my dad says I'm average.&lt;br /&gt;So much for big dreams huh? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Funny how one look in the mirror did all that.&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/7644371329885133583-4669663948161281513?l=everchanging-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4669663948161281513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644371329885133583&amp;postID=4669663948161281513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/4669663948161281513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/4669663948161281513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/2010/04/reflection.html' title='Reflection'/><author><name>LynneT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01747633198774143887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQyjuQAuFUI/AAAAAAAADBw/LKsKfsjrvcY/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644371329885133583.post-1974237924919949601</id><published>2010-04-12T22:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T22:17:40.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stan the security guard. =D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Knowing you're out there thinking bout me.&lt;br /&gt;Caring about me, makes me feel safe.&lt;br /&gt;So all my fears, all my yesterdays wash away&lt;br /&gt;And only hope remains in the promise of your embrace.&lt;br /&gt;You make me thank God&lt;br /&gt;For every mistake I ever made&lt;br /&gt;Cos each one brought me down the path&lt;br /&gt;That brought me to you.&lt;br /&gt;And when we finally come together.&lt;br /&gt;I want you to hold me, hold me all night, stroke my hair.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me I'm a woman and show me you a man.&lt;br /&gt;Till there was only now, you and I and now.&lt;br /&gt;I do not ask of the night explanations&lt;br /&gt;I wait for it and it envelops me.&lt;br /&gt;And so you and bread and light and shadow are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;himym *heart*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644371329885133583-1974237924919949601?l=everchanging-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1974237924919949601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644371329885133583&amp;postID=1974237924919949601&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/1974237924919949601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/1974237924919949601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/2010/04/stan-security-guard-d.html' title='Stan the security guard. =D'/><author><name>LynneT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01747633198774143887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQyjuQAuFUI/AAAAAAAADBw/LKsKfsjrvcY/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644371329885133583.post-1305330127385556265</id><published>2010-04-09T18:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T18:25:14.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Embrace.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some things you learn to embrace...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like being called a cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somethings you don't. And it's those things that haunt you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/S779-hDPvtI/AAAAAAAACqg/BK5jqfKkWOQ/s1600/IMG_5160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/S779-hDPvtI/AAAAAAAACqg/BK5jqfKkWOQ/s400/IMG_5160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458079048885321426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like Barney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nay, I did not buy them. slippar barneys and visibly smaller barney were part of an april's fool joke. Whilst I went out to see them take off stanley's car tires, Chern passed my spare roomkey to Madonna, who then went and planted the barneyS in my room. -.-&lt;br /&gt;Big barney was my 20th Birthday present from the Porks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would seem that Barney is making a big mark in my life... And I don't like barney. gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Coming this way soon.&lt;br /&gt;Craziness that never ends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/S779-zBa49I/AAAAAAAACqo/RLOQ9MWUyiA/s1600/IMG_5220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 146px; height: 196px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/S779-zBa49I/AAAAAAAACqo/RLOQ9MWUyiA/s400/IMG_5220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458079053709501394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644371329885133583-1305330127385556265?l=everchanging-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1305330127385556265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644371329885133583&amp;postID=1305330127385556265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/1305330127385556265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/1305330127385556265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/2010/04/embrace.html' title='Embrace.'/><author><name>LynneT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01747633198774143887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQyjuQAuFUI/AAAAAAAADBw/LKsKfsjrvcY/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/S779-hDPvtI/AAAAAAAACqg/BK5jqfKkWOQ/s72-c/IMG_5160.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644371329885133583.post-8684720232621741757</id><published>2010-04-04T01:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T02:20:40.049+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opportunities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Creations'/><title type='text'>random nonsense</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;PS is not a cure for boredom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It just helps a little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/S7eGdHh2ioI/AAAAAAAACqY/xTukjXjkPQI/s1600/randomfaded.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/S7eGdHh2ioI/AAAAAAAACqY/xTukjXjkPQI/s400/randomfaded.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455977308378008194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/S7eGc4r6XGI/AAAAAAAACqQ/inmxV7R3mVk/s1600/random.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/S7eGc4r6XGI/AAAAAAAACqQ/inmxV7R3mVk/s400/random.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455977304393669730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the opportunity and leap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which do you think is better?&lt;br /&gt;There's only a very slight difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how bored I was, its utter nonsense really. =/&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/7644371329885133583-8684720232621741757?l=everchanging-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8684720232621741757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644371329885133583&amp;postID=8684720232621741757&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/8684720232621741757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/8684720232621741757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/2010/04/random-nonsense.html' title='random nonsense'/><author><name>LynneT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01747633198774143887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQyjuQAuFUI/AAAAAAAADBw/LKsKfsjrvcY/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/S7eGdHh2ioI/AAAAAAAACqY/xTukjXjkPQI/s72-c/randomfaded.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644371329885133583.post-8250614007486838419</id><published>2010-04-01T17:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T17:31:40.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>craving.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've got a craving to go KK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Darn you KK people (Kevin Chang, Justin Chen, Daniel Saw) that you get to grow up there ): (Okay maybe not daniel... lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porks (-mini) jom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/S7Rno74wcAI/AAAAAAAACqI/FXECOmdgIvQ/s1600/sabah.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/S7Rno74wcAI/AAAAAAAACqI/FXECOmdgIvQ/s400/sabah.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455099001620688898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm craving to travel.&lt;br /&gt;Island trip maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644371329885133583-8250614007486838419?l=everchanging-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8250614007486838419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644371329885133583&amp;postID=8250614007486838419&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/8250614007486838419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/8250614007486838419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/2010/04/craving.html' title='craving.'/><author><name>LynneT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01747633198774143887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQyjuQAuFUI/AAAAAAAADBw/LKsKfsjrvcY/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/S7Rno74wcAI/AAAAAAAACqI/FXECOmdgIvQ/s72-c/sabah.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644371329885133583.post-6629795673230929754</id><published>2010-03-30T03:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T03:20:19.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iwannachangemyblogheader.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I've got work to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like assignments... i guess no one does &gt;&lt; I was ranting so badly just now cos I couldn't figure it out. Gah. It was so bad I was ranting about life and how I'd like to just cry. Hmmm that's not normal eh? Ah well.. My brain is jammed, I could use with a little break. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where are we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; What the hell is going on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The dust has only just begun to fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Crop circles in the carpet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Sinking feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Spin me around again and rub my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; This can't be happening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; When busy streets a mess with people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Would stop to hold their heads heavy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Hide and seek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Trains and sewing machines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; All those years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; They were here first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Oily marks appear on walls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Where pleasure moments hung before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The takeover, the sweeping insensitivity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Of this still life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Hide and seek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Trains and sewing machines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Blood and tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; They were here first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Mm what'cha say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Mm, that you only meant well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Well of course you did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Mm what'cha say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Mm that it's all for the best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Of course it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Mm what'cha say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Mm that it's just what we need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You decided this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Mm what'cha say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Mm what did you say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Mid-sweet-talk newspaper word cutouts (paper word cutouts)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Speak no feeling; no, I don't believe you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You don't care a bit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You don't care a bit         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--ringtones and media links --&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I really need another 500 words more.&lt;br /&gt;O.O&lt;br /&gt;I feel like going out for a really quick drink.&lt;br /&gt;But I know if I go out, it won't be real quick.&lt;br /&gt;Oh &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;snap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644371329885133583-6629795673230929754?l=everchanging-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6629795673230929754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644371329885133583&amp;postID=6629795673230929754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/6629795673230929754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/6629795673230929754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/2010/03/iwannachangemyblogheader.html' title='iwannachangemyblogheader.'/><author><name>LynneT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01747633198774143887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQyjuQAuFUI/AAAAAAAADBw/LKsKfsjrvcY/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644371329885133583.post-241198569344474245</id><published>2010-03-29T15:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T15:37:29.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Asli</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Never try never know.&lt;br /&gt;Now I can say 'I know'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for tryouts/training/practice yesterday(Sunday) and Ohmygahhhhaahhh &lt;style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 'WHAT AM I DOING HERE?!?!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God how I wish I was there for warm up... maybe I wouldn't be dying now &gt;&lt; &lt;style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(cuts, breaks, Horizontal stacks) we played a real game. Now this is mental... there were two games. Asli 1 vs Asli 2, those are the two teams going for SUO, and the guys who aren't going for SUO vs the girls. O.O" When I heard that I was like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'?!??!?!?!?!?!?!' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay fine I nearly died in that game, if I had stayed in for another point I would have just died. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end Mart got us to warm down... first a jog around the field, and guess what, I managed to stay jogging around the whole field! =D (I'm normally unable to do that okay. -.- and the field was a BIT smaller la=/) But it still felt awesome to have done so without lagging too badly behind. HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that, we headed back to find ICFers for lunch. and celebrated Benji's birthday. My thighs were aching already. So when i finally got back I showered and hit the sack &gt;&lt; style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ass, thighs, calves, feet, lower back. Thank God the upper body is not aching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lord have mercy on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wondered if a blog post is directed at you? Or in reply to a post you made?&lt;br /&gt;Well, if my instincts are working right, I think we have a misunderstanding. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Okay, ow, I just sneezed and my sides hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to limp my way to class. ohgod.&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/7644371329885133583-241198569344474245?l=everchanging-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/feeds/241198569344474245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644371329885133583&amp;postID=241198569344474245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/241198569344474245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/241198569344474245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/2010/03/asli.html' title='Asli'/><author><name>LynneT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01747633198774143887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQyjuQAuFUI/AAAAAAAADBw/LKsKfsjrvcY/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644371329885133583.post-2108948362717026516</id><published>2010-03-27T02:06:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T02:59:30.687+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>To lovable to not befriend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They say you pick your friends.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes, you just love them too much to not befriend them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/S6z_52RjO6I/AAAAAAAACp4/ZRkv9lSoBd0/s1600/friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/S6z_52RjO6I/AAAAAAAACp4/ZRkv9lSoBd0/s400/friends.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453014618125581218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;btw, I created this picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The circumstances under which I got closer to my new friend is an interesting one. I say this because the circumstances would be 'escapism'. We both helped each other escape and we didn't know it. But now that I've realized it, what am I to do? Am i strong enough yet? Strong enough to put aside my history and memory to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or do I just continue escaping?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;How did I not see, how did I not realize? Of course there was a reason behind all the madness that helped me so much. Of course it wasn't just a random coincidence.. of course someone else was escaping. Silly silly me. Silly silly Lynne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Open your eyes a little wider,&lt;br /&gt;And you'll see the dilemma I'm going through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/S60DfZ9BfWI/AAAAAAAACqA/QSCa4V95K9E/s1600/single+moment2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 188px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/S60DfZ9BfWI/AAAAAAAACqA/QSCa4V95K9E/s400/single+moment2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453018561893203298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A little fling would be nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644371329885133583-2108948362717026516?l=everchanging-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2108948362717026516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644371329885133583&amp;postID=2108948362717026516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/2108948362717026516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/2108948362717026516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/2010/03/to-lovable-to-not-befriend.html' title='To lovable to not befriend.'/><author><name>LynneT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01747633198774143887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQyjuQAuFUI/AAAAAAAADBw/LKsKfsjrvcY/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/S6z_52RjO6I/AAAAAAAACp4/ZRkv9lSoBd0/s72-c/friends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644371329885133583.post-551654910784984493</id><published>2010-03-20T23:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T23:21:20.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Take Me Away From Here.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;It would be nice to have an entire world to escape to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe that's why I like my bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It leads me to a whole new world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I just got back from watching Alice in Wonderland. My vote is a 7/10. I don't get why the ratings are bad =/ It's so nice fresh and interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/S6Tk3LcflBI/AAAAAAAACpw/0zj81ZQvMMs/s1600-h/2010_alice_in_wonderland_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/S6Tk3LcflBI/AAAAAAAACpw/0zj81ZQvMMs/s400/2010_alice_in_wonderland_001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450733085641380882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I wish I was like Alice, then there'd be a place I could escape to for what seems like days but turns out to only be minutes or seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why is a raven like a writing desk? I don't know"... It doesn't make any sense.. just the way I like it. =) Mad Hatter seemed to care for Alice ALOT. aww.&lt;br /&gt;Okay people who read my blog often should be able to figure out by now that I'm not sounding like myself... I just wish I could escape to Underland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I seem to have a liking to illogical things...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please take me away from here.&lt;br /&gt;I'm far too tired to fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;I tire of counting sheep.&lt;br /&gt;I like it bizarre.&lt;br /&gt;Please take me away from here.&lt;br /&gt;Where everything makes "sense"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I dream of a world &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That doesn't make sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But if you sit and think,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's more logical than the real world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644371329885133583-551654910784984493?l=everchanging-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/feeds/551654910784984493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644371329885133583&amp;postID=551654910784984493&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/551654910784984493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/551654910784984493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/2010/03/please-take-me-away-from-here.html' title='Please Take Me Away From Here.'/><author><name>LynneT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01747633198774143887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQyjuQAuFUI/AAAAAAAADBw/LKsKfsjrvcY/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/S6Tk3LcflBI/AAAAAAAACpw/0zj81ZQvMMs/s72-c/2010_alice_in_wonderland_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644371329885133583.post-8874610930922208803</id><published>2010-03-16T00:17:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T18:49:29.747+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>F.R.I.E.N.D.s</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;An amazing gift from God, that's what friends are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Do you remember when you were a kid, and you'd say the phrase 'I dowan friend you!' in the midst of all your anger and at that point you meant it with all your heart? And yet the next day, it didn't matter anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember when you'd start using that phrase, replacing the word friends with sister, brother, cousin, daughter, son etc.? And again, the next day or sometimes, hour, it don't matter what they did to make you so furious.&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember a time where we didn't hold in our grudges and fume with fury and everyone was friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are today, name calling, rumor spreading, using people, back stabbing and all these nonsense are happening everyday. What happened to our child-likeness? Forgiveness which took place everyday, every hour, every minute, every second.&lt;br /&gt;And yet, that's what makes friends amazing. The people who stick by you after many years and the people who just click and get along... And of course the people who saved your sanity many times over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Here's a list of my friends who will always mean the world to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Adrian&lt;/span&gt; I've known him since... I was a little kid running around the church playing hide and seek. We lost contact for a few years at some point or another.. or two points.. I can't be sure, but today we spend random nights together doing absolutely random things. Which turn out to be enjoyable *shrug*  He's on this list cos he's the longest lasting friend I have. And he's always nice to have around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/S55qu3ZBOiI/AAAAAAAACoo/m7m_y7SShAQ/s1600-h/image-upload-7-713786.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/S55qu3ZBOiI/AAAAAAAACoo/m7m_y7SShAQ/s400/image-upload-7-713786.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448909952540293666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We've got no picture together so that'll have to do.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes, that's my hairband.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Johanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Fate had it that we were to be best of friends, and so we were packed like sardines into one car for out transport home after school every weekday when we were kids. There wasn't enough space! Fate also gave us a break from all that squeezing and sent her to NZ, now there's too much space -.- She got on this list cos she's my BFF, need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/S55qvJsjrjI/AAAAAAAACow/kGQyHMuU7IU/s1600-h/19867_256719971386_632251386_3355935_5032021_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/S55qvJsjrjI/AAAAAAAACow/kGQyHMuU7IU/s400/19867_256719971386_632251386_3355935_5032021_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448909957454081586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She's crazy I promise you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then there's &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Darren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. My favorite poser, =D I bet he didn't know he helped me out of one of my hardest times in life.. yes, I'm pretty sure he doesn't know. When all I knew was depression and he was just a random friend on FB, along came Darren Chuah to brighten up my everyday. I now owe part of my ability to be happy to him. =) That's why he's on this list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/S55qv38ANiI/AAAAAAAACo4/sOFs9igA_wI/s1600-h/14266_213998234630_693514630_2971072_4632181_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/S55qv38ANiI/AAAAAAAACo4/sOFs9igA_wI/s400/14266_213998234630_693514630_2971072_4632181_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448909969866896930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Awww, I love you too. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Kevin&lt;/span&gt; who by some random chance of him following Aspirers to APYAC, he's now one of the sources of my every other day irritation. I promise you he annoys the living sanity out of me sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/S55qwEMDXpI/AAAAAAAACpA/CRrpdZOhTMY/s1600-h/22132_261805929651_584219651_3390998_5549369_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/S55qwEMDXpI/AAAAAAAACpA/CRrpdZOhTMY/s400/22132_261805929651_584219651_3390998_5549369_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448909973155438226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Okay, he still makes me laugh and smile =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I never found out what was with the beanie -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jess and Chern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I've got them to blame/thank for all my traveling lately. Hmmm, I think I'll be travelling less ever since Jess left for Aussie, awww. She's also quite the bimbo and a source of entertainment. xD Unless, the other porks are still up for random trips around msia. =D Island maybe? (I shouldn't be promoting this &gt;&lt;) Many 3 4 5am heartfelt talks secured them a place on this list.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/S55w2nXDN8I/AAAAAAAACpI/2FpZEP0JbEw/s1600-h/12164_224904573192_564653192_3235595_554403_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/S55w2nXDN8I/AAAAAAAACpI/2FpZEP0JbEw/s400/12164_224904573192_564653192_3235595_554403_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448916682745788354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm pretty sure there's a nicer picture somewhere in my hdd but I'm too lazy to dig.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;God made sure that when I grew pass my high school years, I'd have someone to turn to when I was depressed or frustrated, or just needed someone to rant to. And this someone would always be able to turn it around and make me happy again (how I don't know...) This someone would be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Wen Shan&lt;/span&gt;, and I have him to thank for that I spent one hour crying, instead of one night crying. He probably saved me from dehydration as well O.O Divine intervention helped him get on thsi list xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/S55w3PLRmQI/AAAAAAAACpQ/hAbrNMxmuWc/s1600-h/17136_408510700155_879285155_10564740_7500890_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/S55w3PLRmQI/AAAAAAAACpQ/hAbrNMxmuWc/s400/17136_408510700155_879285155_10564740_7500890_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448916693433817346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Obviously I got this picture of your FB. I don't know why but it's kinda nice.&lt;br /&gt;I lost the pic we had together.. remind me to take another!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then there's the freaking lawyer, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Eric&lt;/span&gt;. I'll deny I ever said this, but I do owe him a bit of my sanity. As much as he drives me crazy as well. -.- Like Darren, and Wen Shan he saved me when I was down and out.  He also knows me well enough to know what I'm probably thinking. =) Need I explain why he's here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/S55zJnPzSFI/AAAAAAAACpY/RwIBgQbg-Mo/s1600-h/3009_88590961881_614521881_2480655_4762123_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/S55zJnPzSFI/AAAAAAAACpY/RwIBgQbg-Mo/s400/3009_88590961881_614521881_2480655_4762123_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448919208156153938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There is NO proper picture of the two of us -.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;None that we both look good in anyway. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Funny how I've mentioned 8 friends, and only 2 are girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I love my gifts from God. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This post was originally to be free of any family influence... Buttt... Because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Winne&lt;/span&gt; insisted...&lt;br /&gt;We grew up with her not liking me, and even slapped me once, but now we're similar in so many ways it's scary. (More scary to me than her. haha) She's saved me many times over and encouraged me. She used to spend alot on me too. hehehehe. If Wen saved me from dehydration, Winne probably saved me from  starvation... quite literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/S59h8Q4OoeI/AAAAAAAACpg/HBE4lfgfb1w/s1600-h/DSC00736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/S59h8Q4OoeI/AAAAAAAACpg/HBE4lfgfb1w/s400/DSC00736.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449181762092442082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't seem to find twin-ish pictures of us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's Bella, my niece...&lt;br /&gt;Apparently la. cos she's Winne and V's baby. lol. So that be default makes me aunty to Bella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/S59h9FocH2I/AAAAAAAACpo/HcV9xh-W8jM/s1600-h/IMG_4900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/S59h9FocH2I/AAAAAAAACpo/HcV9xh-W8jM/s400/IMG_4900.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449181776253296482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;adorable little Bella. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644371329885133583-8874610930922208803?l=everchanging-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8874610930922208803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644371329885133583&amp;postID=8874610930922208803&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/8874610930922208803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/8874610930922208803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/2010/03/friends.html' title='F.R.I.E.N.D.s'/><author><name>LynneT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01747633198774143887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQyjuQAuFUI/AAAAAAAADBw/LKsKfsjrvcY/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/S55qu3ZBOiI/AAAAAAAACoo/m7m_y7SShAQ/s72-c/image-upload-7-713786.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644371329885133583.post-5754013300267675410</id><published>2010-03-15T15:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T15:34:48.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Imaginary Person.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Could it be, that I'm plain crazy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/S53irw-cFVI/AAAAAAAACog/dI5wHz0Rw0A/s1600-h/love+real.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/S53irw-cFVI/AAAAAAAACog/dI5wHz0Rw0A/s400/love+real.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448760365697209682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm missing someone who doesn't exist. Created in my head to make me feel better. But he doesn't exist... Not yet, not in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably sound really mad to you right now.&lt;br /&gt;I probably am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644371329885133583-5754013300267675410?l=everchanging-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5754013300267675410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644371329885133583&amp;postID=5754013300267675410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/5754013300267675410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/5754013300267675410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/2010/03/imaginary-person.html' title='The Imaginary Person.'/><author><name>LynneT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01747633198774143887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQyjuQAuFUI/AAAAAAAADBw/LKsKfsjrvcY/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/S53irw-cFVI/AAAAAAAACog/dI5wHz0Rw0A/s72-c/love+real.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644371329885133583.post-2855021252118760276</id><published>2010-03-12T01:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T01:51:20.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm a confused soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/S5kjCuGoqUI/AAAAAAAACn4/H47IudNMp54/s1600-h/lonely+people.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/S5kjCuGoqUI/AAAAAAAACn4/H47IudNMp54/s400/lonely+people.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447423753923897666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And both those lines apply to me right now. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since I really poured out my heart... so here goes.&lt;br /&gt;I once heard this phrase 'The worst fear of all is to not fear' and to me that made so much sense, and whenever people asked me, 'what are you most afraid of?' I would answer 'to not be afraid' or something along those lines. But lately I've realized I have a bigger fear.&lt;br /&gt;To me it's so scary, it keeps me from completely saying 'yes' to God and giving Him my all. I try but some tiny part of me always&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;holds back&lt;/span&gt; (hmmm, it just occurred to me that a lot of church people are going to see this. &gt;&lt;)  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have this fear that I will never get married.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[wtheck kind of fear is that???] &lt;/span&gt;Some of you may go, 'how can that be a fear?' Well it can, pretty simple really. I want to get married and have kids one day. I want it so bad (not now la, in the future d'oh.) that I'm scared of not getting it. And this isn't something like a career.. work hard enough and you get it. This, no matter how hard you work on it, it's as fragile as glass. It's never a hundred percent secure, and there's millions of factors to take into consideration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe if I just trust God enough, the right guy will be right under my nose.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if I can just be contented with my current state, the right guy will be right beside me.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if I can just be happy with friendship, it won't be so hard to find HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I dunno, just very recently, it got a little better...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm holding back less when it comes to God...&lt;/span&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/7644371329885133583-2855021252118760276?l=everchanging-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2855021252118760276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644371329885133583&amp;postID=2855021252118760276&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/2855021252118760276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/2855021252118760276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-confused-soul-and-both-those-lines.html' title='Fear'/><author><name>LynneT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01747633198774143887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQyjuQAuFUI/AAAAAAAADBw/LKsKfsjrvcY/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/S5kjCuGoqUI/AAAAAAAACn4/H47IudNMp54/s72-c/lonely+people.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644371329885133583.post-7468818492491231618</id><published>2010-03-12T00:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T00:54:02.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scatterbrain much</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes you can stay tired for HOURS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I'm scatterbrained or just plain blur today.&lt;br /&gt;And when I say scatterbrained I mean this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/S5keguXsfXI/AAAAAAAACnw/TX81jk9qEvs/s1600-h/27073_352973716386_632251386_3678274_3117157_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/S5keguXsfXI/AAAAAAAACnw/TX81jk9qEvs/s400/27073_352973716386_632251386_3678274_3117157_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447418771833388402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know I look plain retarded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's even funny xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; I do know I've been tired all day and aching all over. My bruises are HUGE and I mean plain big. I can measure them in inches for crying out loud! I've got friction burns all over too. my elbows and even my knees (means THROUGH my jeans!!) Actually, all of us in involved in the rally were pretty much in the same state,Injured or sick. =/ Only very few are injured, mostly are just sick-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;But we all say it's worth it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644371329885133583-7468818492491231618?l=everchanging-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7468818492491231618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644371329885133583&amp;postID=7468818492491231618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/7468818492491231618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/7468818492491231618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/2010/03/scatterbrain-much.html' title='Scatterbrain much'/><author><name>LynneT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01747633198774143887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQyjuQAuFUI/AAAAAAAADBw/LKsKfsjrvcY/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/S5keguXsfXI/AAAAAAAACnw/TX81jk9qEvs/s72-c/27073_352973716386_632251386_3678274_3117157_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644371329885133583.post-7771284453047761583</id><published>2010-03-11T01:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T01:24:05.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stoned State</title><content type='html'>I'm very much in a stoned state right now. I'm not even bothered to think of a nice catch phrase. and I'm just typing whatever comes to mind. Hmmm. I wanted to say something and I'm going off tracks. Don't mind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to what I wanted to say.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to say, that..&lt;br /&gt;About the ICF rally, I don't know how awesome it was, I mean I've never been for much rallys and of course the thing that sticks out to me is how painful it was.&lt;br /&gt;See I was part of this skit, it's on Youtube called "Lifehouse Everything skit' " That's the ori one la. not us.&lt;br /&gt;Okay anyway...&lt;br /&gt;I was in that skit and I was the main person. And she gets thrown pushed and basically abused on stage.&lt;br /&gt;People asked me how I tahan, I just got used to pain, being the kluts that I am. lol. And it was really painful mind you. Including the fact that both my ankles are not in 100%... I was dropped, pushed around, dragged, pulled, and more...I fell multiple times too.. (Actually, being dragged was kinda fun. xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay side tracking again *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, all these, it really hurts, but there's this phrase in my mind that Chern said right after we finally performed. I was saying my body hurts, and he went 'nvm, it's worth it' It's stuck in my head till now. It's really worth it. The outcome we got, not how many people applauded or something like that, or how many people congratulated me, but the real reward was watching people respond to God, when Ps.Chris Long gave the altar call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I'm still stoning and I want my pillow.... In case you're wondering cos apparently my blog doesn't give the time, it's 1.22am &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Every bruise, friction burn, hurting ankle or thigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Even the current headache,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's all worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Souls saved PTL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Sleep here I come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7644371329885133583-7771284453047761583?l=everchanging-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7771284453047761583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7644371329885133583&amp;postID=7771284453047761583&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/7771284453047761583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7644371329885133583/posts/default/7771284453047761583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://everchanging-me.blogspot.com/2010/03/stoned-state.html' title='Stoned State'/><author><name>LynneT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01747633198774143887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUr5mdxbeZg/TQyjuQAuFUI/AAAAAAAADBw/LKsKfsjrvcY/S220/edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7644371329885133583.post-3240878674043881836</id><published>2010-03-10T11:58:00.000+08:00</publ
