<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242</id><updated>2011-09-21T19:40:54.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Revolving Music Box</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>100</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-8597072562144203962</id><published>2010-12-24T12:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T12:32:07.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you really understand?</title><content type='html'>I'm really speechless this time. Not because that I'm short of words but is that I'm tired of saying it again, and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know what to do. I feel like holding a small flowers, plucking one petal at a time to choose what I'm suppose to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I feel like now? Now this&amp;nbsp;feeling I'm seriously speechless, in a sense that I'm short of words.&lt;br /&gt;It's like frustration, comtemptuous, but at the same time, sad, disappointed and confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated because you still don't understand how I feel,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comtemptuous because you broke another promise,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad because I trusted you and you just threw away that promise&lt;br /&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Disappointed because after you apologized about the promise, you still tried playing games on me! Saying about what things I can't do during an outing with my fellow friends but you still could do.You really&amp;nbsp;still think that I would&amp;nbsp;'kao' when I've already trusted in our promise?&amp;nbsp;Do you know how awful I feel?Who are you?Someone precious to me wouldn't play games with me especially when you just broke your promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so confused because of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what's the worse thing? I tried calling you to sought things out and you dare to hang up on me. You're a shame to me, who doesn't respect me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, you come begging me saying let's don't talk about this and just forget about it.&amp;nbsp;How can you just let go of stuff like this, especially when I feel soo frustrated, comtemptuous, disappointed, sad and confused? You think that I'm not stressed out too?I just&amp;nbsp;suck&amp;nbsp;it up and&amp;nbsp;don't care about it! The only thing I care about now is I don't want this to ever happen again and the only way to do it, is to confront you and ask why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asking me to just forget about this, you're just giving me a bad memory to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine, you want to give me a nightmare to remember, I shall live with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I don't understand you, and maybe that's why you don't too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270278714353385242-8597072562144203962?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/8597072562144203962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=8597072562144203962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/8597072562144203962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/8597072562144203962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2010/12/do-you-really-understand.html' title='Do you really understand?'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-3641190461869442709</id><published>2010-10-29T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T21:56:21.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 100th Post</title><content type='html'>I can't believe that I scored highest for T8 in my group!!!!!!!! Woo-hoo!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really think it was kinda shocking cause I went into the exam hall, I was totally blank during reading time and couldn't even think about the answers!!!!! It was soo panicky~!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not final exam also T.T Nothing to rejoice about..HAIH.......I must try harder for final!! MESTI!!! I don't wana see my performance chart go fluctuating and be inconsistent!!! But duno whether I got time to study for T8 le, I also scared of T7...Plus, now no classes, I will tend to be carefree and lazy. CANNOT CANNOT CANNOT!!!!!! MUST FIND TIME!!!!!!!!! &amp;gt;,&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUST STUDY EVENTHOUGH NO TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270278714353385242-3641190461869442709?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/3641190461869442709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=3641190461869442709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/3641190461869442709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/3641190461869442709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-100th-post.html' title='My 100th Post'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-8344118396512400834</id><published>2010-10-27T14:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T14:56:13.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday</title><content type='html'>Woke up at 9am, but was supposed to wake up at 8am. Oh well, I was kinda tired so was forced to bed for another hour. I thought it wouldn't hurt. Haha, turns out that I should have woke up at 8am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't really believe that I&amp;nbsp;have stood up for 6 hours straight with baking egg tarts and macaroons. And it hardly came to me that lunch time was far way than past. Anyway, I was ok later on in the evening. Yes, gobbling up all the pastries that I've made. Haha, seems like I had lunch and dinner in dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I was suppose to finish the macaroons in an hour that is from 10am to 11am. But I ended up finishing it at 12noon. So, I had to immediately start off with the next pastry since I'm already back of the schedule. I thought that everything went well with the macaroons until I started off with the puff pastry dough that I had to make for the base of the egg tarts. The dough was traumatic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know puff pastry has to use plenty of water and magarine right? As it said in the recipe, the ingredients A was just a normal dough that was made of 400g of flour, 220g of water, 50g of butter and a pinch of salt.&amp;nbsp;This one was quite normal, as it looks, well, normal obviously. But when I reach to ingredients B which was the 300g of pastry margarine, that really gave me a heart attack. The recipe said use dough A and roll it out in a cross shape with the centre having the most volume of the dough. Then it said put the whole of ingredient B on top of the centre of the dough and wrap it. I followed*. Then, it said rolled it out like a rectangle. I did*, but when I did that, all the margarine came splatting out and I tried to put the margarine together with the dough. Cause I saw the book and the pictures doesn't look like what actually happened. So instead of rolling it out, I ended up kneading the dough. Blek. I kneaded it until a state that it was finally mixed well with the dough. Then, I only continued looking at the steps...TOTALLY WRONG, I KNOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, overall, Kark said it was edible and was by far the best pastries I made. Yea, I still remember kark saying that whatever I bake came out like chocolate chip cake instead of chocolate chip cookie. Worse remark ever. LOL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I enjoyed baking it despite of skipping lunch and standing up for 6 hours straight cause in the end I was able to share what I did. 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" nx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TMfMoAcSUqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/jgxA8sF6uW4/s320/(8)_edited.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The egg filling came out a bit too much so ma made her own kind of egg tarts, which was better than what I made.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TMfMo5O7iDI/AAAAAAAAAdA/zhVIE_1z9io/s1600/(9)_edited.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TMfMo5O7iDI/AAAAAAAAAdA/zhVIE_1z9io/s320/(9)_edited.jpg" width="320" /&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/1270278714353385242-8344118396512400834?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/8344118396512400834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=8344118396512400834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/8344118396512400834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/8344118396512400834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2010/10/tuesday.html' title='Tuesday'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TMfMgpAVxMI/AAAAAAAAAcg/rdGsWPAlKhk/s72-c/(1)_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-5752166467646545618</id><published>2010-10-23T22:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T21:50:13.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's On Next Week's Menu?</title><content type='html'>First of all, this morning was terrible cause I woke up and had myself in the toilet making cake.Ohya, and&amp;nbsp;I was accompanied by a&amp;nbsp;1 hour non-stopping of perpetual stomach aches besides having the feeling to vommit. And this was the work of guai4 ling3 gou4 that I've eaten yesterday. What makes today worse is that my monthly menses just came. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the bright side, classes and mocks are done!!!!! ( I think I did bad for mock!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have six days off!! ( In real fact, for me, its just for 2 days, still booked with homework T.T)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's the plan for next week, baking, volleyball, outings, maybe badminton and a tinge of self-revision for my final exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Buy ingredients for baking!!!!! I think I will settle this week of baking with portuguese egg tarts and some lemon-almond macaroons!&lt;br /&gt;2. Suppose to go swimming but something just had to ruin it. :'(&amp;nbsp; Ohh well, at least I still have a skipping rope!! Hahahaha..=)&lt;br /&gt;3. Study T8 and do T7 revision kit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TMLzcVhv9DI/AAAAAAAAAcc/FabFZHpiElY/s1600/Macaroons.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" nx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TMLzcVhv9DI/AAAAAAAAAcc/FabFZHpiElY/s320/Macaroons.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Macaroons!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If&amp;nbsp;my&amp;nbsp;I do not have an outing&amp;nbsp;with my&amp;nbsp;5P3's then I would most probably&amp;nbsp;make the&amp;nbsp;lemon-almond macaroons and if I have&amp;nbsp;extra time maybe the egg tarts too. &lt;br /&gt;2. Volleyball in the evening!&lt;br /&gt;3. Study T9 and T7 revision kit!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wednesday:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Go to chs and play volleyball in the morning and continue until the evening at sunway! (If my mom lets me...I hope she does... =/)&lt;br /&gt;2. What do I usually do at night? Ohya, study. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TMLyl-LvmrI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/JHEfKP6tViA/s1600/Portuguese+Egg+Tart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TMLyl-LvmrI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/JHEfKP6tViA/s320/Portuguese+Egg+Tart.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Egg Tarts !! &amp;gt;.&amp;lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If I have went for the outing on Tuesday, then I would probably do pastries on this day.&lt;br /&gt;2. Volleyball as usual, Saturday competition!!Last day of trainning, so I gotta give my all on this day!!!&lt;br /&gt;3. T7 revision kit! Fyi, my first revision class would be T7, so you can see why I'm rushing the homework in the revision kit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If everything goes right as I predict it will, there will be an outing with apple on this day. Mostly,&amp;nbsp;it's gonna be a&amp;nbsp;karaoke session.&lt;br /&gt;2. If possible, I think I can put in badminton here if I can find a court and some friends to join me...&lt;br /&gt;3. Monotoneous T7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.andrews.edu/life/rec/intramural/volleyball/volleyball_with_shoe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" nx="true" src="http://www.andrews.edu/life/rec/intramural/volleyball/volleyball_with_shoe.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Volleyball competition!!!!!! (And Hell, I still have no idea where the place will be and how we are gonna get there. LOL)&lt;br /&gt;2. Still gotta study rite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Competition will be still on till early afternoon, depends on Saturday whether&amp;nbsp;all matches can be settle on that day.&lt;br /&gt;2. Work my ass off and finish T7 Revision kit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, I can't wait for the competition to come and what would turn out for me this time in baking!!! I just love baking!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TMLzXnFfCWI/AAAAAAAAAcY/zCgpCXTm8cg/s1600/Green+Tea+Tart" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" nx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TMLzXnFfCWI/AAAAAAAAAcY/zCgpCXTm8cg/s320/Green+Tea+Tart" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Green Tea Tart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was actually thinking of making green tea tarts..but due to the limited time I have, I think I will just settle for 2 pastries for this week. Eventhough green tea tart sounds delicious!!!! ﻿&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/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TMLzH6z7rLI/AAAAAAAAAcU/eIO3nYPIgUc/s1600/Macaroons+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TMLzH6z7rLI/AAAAAAAAAcU/eIO3nYPIgUc/s320/Macaroons+1.jpg" width="320" /&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;﻿Fyi, I've not tried macaroons before, so that's why I wanna make macaroons!! Kark says they are good. Plus, Kark say she will eat what I make this time. Lol, cause most of the things I make, no one eats, cause my family don't like western cuisines. And I happen to like making those stuff, one great example, my tofu and salmon quiche. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270278714353385242-5752166467646545618?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/5752166467646545618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=5752166467646545618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/5752166467646545618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/5752166467646545618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-on-next-weeks-menu.html' title='What&apos;s On Next Week&apos;s Menu?'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TMLzcVhv9DI/AAAAAAAAAcc/FabFZHpiElY/s72-c/Macaroons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-2872273921067358453</id><published>2010-09-18T14:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T14:31:08.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ZzzzzzZZZzzzzz</title><content type='html'>I'm still stuck in the never-ending sleeping mode!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When can I wake up and realized what I'm suppose to do when the time comes?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270278714353385242-2872273921067358453?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/2872273921067358453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=2872273921067358453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/2872273921067358453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/2872273921067358453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2010/09/zzzzzzzzzzzzzz.html' title='ZzzzzzZZZzzzzz'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-5617249710884071316</id><published>2010-09-13T22:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T22:31:59.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>M.I.A.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;M : So you tomorrow going for volleyball?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me: Ya.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;M&amp;nbsp; : Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday also?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me: Ya, in the evening only.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;M&amp;nbsp; : Friday?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me: No but I got class on. 做什么?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;M&amp;nbsp; : I ask you Friday got volleyball or not, I did not ask you 做什么 . Just answer yes or no! Don't need to say 做什么 !&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me: I said no already, then I ask why only, thought you got something on. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;M&amp;nbsp; : ......&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For your information, MIA don't stand for Malaysian Institute of Accountant nor Auditor. It just simply means missing in action.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've been crying very often really recently. And the last thing I would expect is me facing depression. I know I always say that my timetable schedule is packed. But now, I'm having a short holiday, trying to seriously relax myself. But I can't. I just feel soo depressed. From time to time, I always look out for these:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Common signs and symptoms of  depression &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Feelings of helplessness and hopelessness.  &lt;/b&gt;A bleak outlook—nothing will ever get better and there’s  nothing you  can do to improve your situation.&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Loss of interest in daily activities. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;No  interest in former  hobbies, pastimes, social activities, or sex.  You’ve lost your ability to feel  joy and pleasure.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Appetite or weight changes. &lt;/b&gt;Significant   weight loss or weight gain—a change of more than 5% of body weight in a  month.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sleep changes. &lt;/b&gt;Either insomnia,   especially waking in the early hours of the morning, or oversleeping  (also  known as hypersomnia). &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Irritability  or restlessness. &lt;/b&gt;Feeling  agitated, restless, or on edge. Your  tolerance level is low;  everything and everyone gets on your nerves.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Loss of energy. &lt;/b&gt;Feeling fatigued,   sluggish, and physically drained. Your whole body may feel heavy, and  even  small tasks are exhausting or take longer to complete.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Self-loathing. &lt;/b&gt;Strong feelings of  worthlessness or guilt. You harshly  criticize yourself for perceived  faults and mistakes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Concentration problems. &lt;/b&gt;Trouble   focusing, making decisions, or remembering things.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Unexplained  aches and pains&lt;/b&gt;. An  increase in physical complaints such as  headaches, back pain, aching  muscles, and stomach pain&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My first ever thing I wana do on a holiday is to sleep enough. But I ended up like the tired one. And every time I wake up the next morning, M and K will have been to the market, went for a walk, went for a drive, finished breakfast, planting trees, sitting outside the marble table in the garden chit chatting or whatever, you name it lar. By the time I reach for my breakfast, everyone will be like thinking of lunch, you know what I mean? I won't be able to catch up what everyone is talking about. I just feel like someone who is reading a month ago's newspaper and talking with people in different channels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You know, I don't really think M has been trusting me at all. She talks more with K, and me?I will have my books to accompany me. And I think K and M don't really know how much it hurts when they go for a walk without me.Like when was the last time I had a family walk?I really don't remember it. Today was another repetition.&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;(I just came down for dinner...)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me: Everybody has eaten already right?Can I change the channel.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;5 minutes later......&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;M&amp;nbsp; :Kark, I wanna go for a walk.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;K&amp;nbsp; :Oh,ok, I just finished my dinner also.&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;Both of them went out. I ended up watching the tv and eating alone, no one just ask about me. I feel sooo invincible, so nothing to anyone. And you know what?I just soo envy K's life.Sheesh..why do I cry soo hard?I know everyone's different and I'm not like you, I don't have your time, nor your opportunity to go Japan for a year, nor your body size.Whatever I do or try it just ain't enough to be like you, is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A day before my T7 pt2, my mind was already devastated as early as 12am about my course, but it had to continue until afternoon, where my parents approach me about this at such a bad timing. I wonder who was it who told them?Yes, I'm irritated by the fact that I was emotionally unstable on the day before my exam, supposedly I was to study my T7 because I had not revised it yet!!!!!! That day just crushed my head. I cried more often since that day, I had headaches every time I woke up. I just can't stop thinking about it. I cry at least once a week since. And I would cry the whole day without stopping eventhough I'm in bed because my eyes still burnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I really try to stay confident, sometimes I try acting it eventhough I don't feel like it. But I don't know how long can I fake these confidence. I just wish that I could destroy everything I had so that I wouldn't bare the feeling of losing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ohya, does it matter how I feel?I nearly forgotten I'm a nobody in the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/1270278714353385242-5617249710884071316?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/5617249710884071316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=5617249710884071316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/5617249710884071316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/5617249710884071316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2010/09/mia.html' title='M.I.A.'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-1273846976060599015</id><published>2010-09-13T09:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T09:13:08.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm So Tired -.- zzZZzz</title><content type='html'>Holidays. Yes, I sleep. Well enough to wake up at 11a.m. for the past 2 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know, PIG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But little that you know that it is actually a tired pig. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, sometimes I just don't get it! I sleep for more than 10 hours and I still wake up like a zombie, afraid of the morning light. I'm not even stressing out myself or studying for exams instead I'm just trying to relax. But what I get in return?LOL, zombie face. Seriously, I can wake up, grab my usual bowl of cereal, and throw myself back onto the bed before noon. Ohya and I can lie on the bed for the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And did I mention that my grandma seems to be on some research with birds? She's been trying to communicate with birds for the past few days. You should see how long she could whistle to those birdies out there in my garden, she can just keep on whistling and whistling as if she was just talking normally. Maybe this is what they call reaching out to new things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually It's raining outside now, and I'm suppose to be swimming. Bummer! So just to kill my time, I decided to blog in the library at a corner.LOL. Feel so uncool. blek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to enjoy holidays? LOL, mai3 like that lorh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote for the week: You never realized what you had until you really lose it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270278714353385242-1273846976060599015?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/1273846976060599015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=1273846976060599015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/1273846976060599015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/1273846976060599015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-so-tired-zzzzzz.html' title='I&apos;m So Tired -.- zzZZzz'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-3259651947012268161</id><published>2010-08-19T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T22:40:22.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>I seriously think that I'm not my old self anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I needa a break.&lt;br /&gt;But can you take?&lt;br /&gt;I really feel sick,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes act fake.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying very hard to make....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it all work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that I talk a lot of crap recently compare to last time&lt;br /&gt;Especially whine.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like what we are doing now, that is wasting time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think it's getting closer,&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes, in a glimpse, it's get further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like being weak when cya around,&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be sad when I'm down.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna have my old life nice and sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hasty,&lt;br /&gt;and I regret taking it slowly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But either way was bound to have remorse.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I just don't want things to get worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always try hard,&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want, ever in my life to cry hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone gets hurt, especially me and you. &lt;br /&gt;But because of you,&lt;br /&gt;I see the truth, &lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-6534678327879074782</id><published>2010-07-02T12:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T12:14:28.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If You Can Afford Me by Katy Perry</title><content type='html'>If you want me, a cherry on top, the pick of the peck,&lt;br /&gt;The crème de la crop.&lt;br /&gt;If you want me you better do better than that tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Oh.&lt;br /&gt;If you want me, it takes more than a wink,&lt;br /&gt;And more than a twink and more than you think.&lt;br /&gt;If you want me you're gonna have to break the bank, tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Cause some don't have the patience, some call me high-maintenance&lt;br /&gt;But you pay the bill, cause, that's the deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna ride, just name your price don't play cheap, with your  heart&lt;br /&gt;Don't make a bet if you can't write the check, for me, for me.&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I can be bought, but you'll pay the cost&lt;br /&gt;If you can afford me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want me, I'm not a piece of ass, a one night stand, a storage  ship&lt;br /&gt;I think you better walk by, tonight&lt;br /&gt;Oh, no.&lt;br /&gt;If you want me, then stop begging I don't put out for charity&lt;br /&gt;If you want me there's no discount price tonight&lt;br /&gt;But I don't need your dollar bills I just want something real&lt;br /&gt;Cause, nothing's free, except a lovin' me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna ride, just name your price don't play cheap, with your  heart&lt;br /&gt;Don't make a bet if you can't write the check, for me, for me.&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I can be bought, but you'll pay the cost&lt;br /&gt;If you can afford me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want me, a cherry on top,&lt;br /&gt;The pick of the peck, the crème de la crop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna ride, just name your price don't play cheap, with your  heart&lt;br /&gt;Don't make a bet if you can't write the check, for me, for me.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can be bought, but you'll pay the cost&lt;br /&gt;If you can afford -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna ride, just name your price don't play cheap, with your  heart&lt;br /&gt;Don't make a bet if you can't write the check, for me, for me.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can be bought, but you'll pay the cost&lt;br /&gt;If you can afford me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270278714353385242-6534678327879074782?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/6534678327879074782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=6534678327879074782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/6534678327879074782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/6534678327879074782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2010/07/if-you-can-afford-me-by-katy-perry.html' title='If You Can Afford Me by Katy Perry'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-3967254067747707248</id><published>2010-06-28T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T15:47:04.981+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Really Follow Star's Everyday Horoscope</title><content type='html'>You know Star Newspaper's comic section in Star Two? Yeah, I always read that section, especially the horoscope readings. I think today's reading was crazily precise. Today's reading was that I will tend to dwell on the problems that I will face in the morning. And currently, I'm doing it now. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning was interesting. I couldn't choose my&amp;nbsp;car, ok, fine. But&amp;nbsp;besides going into the wrong car,I straight away killed my engine 3 times in a roll when I entered the right car (that I was supposed to&amp;nbsp;drive)&amp;nbsp;because I didn't let go my hand brake!!! Stupid right? The other calons all were laughing at me.Luckily the pak cik in front of me go ask me to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, as expected from the other calons......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I failed my driving test.....when I was going up the slope for the first time. BLEK!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second time I went up the slope, of course I did not fail la!! LOL. My instructor was looking at me, I saw her panting while I failed the first time. Hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The parking and the 3 point turn were no problem for me. And I didn't expect my road went pretty damn well. My examiner for the road was a very cool-looking bob cut lady. At first I was like, DAMN! My examiner is a girl! MATI SIAL SIAL DI!! But, it turns out she wasn't that bad. Or maybe it was almost lunch time, and she wanted to finish the test quickly. Cause I went half way for the road, didn't really finish the whole way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, signed, passed, smiled, jumped and was pretty much hungry cause I waiting the whole morning until 2pm!! Don't worry, I've pumped my oil to the max. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta hit the road, too-dles~!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270278714353385242-3967254067747707248?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/3967254067747707248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=3967254067747707248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/3967254067747707248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/3967254067747707248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-really-follow-stars-everyday.html' title='I Really Follow Star&apos;s Everyday Horoscope'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-3567049953271883250</id><published>2010-06-24T22:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T22:21:15.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Numb</title><content type='html'>Life's ain't about losing, it's suppose to be winning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what most people would think. Yeah, I fall into that category too. But I also do think that losing something is also part of life. You fall down, you get up, those kind of things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My semester break seems to be getting the gloom out of me. After my final exams, I can't stop worrying about T5! And a week later, I was pick pocketed. Yes, I literally lost&amp;nbsp;everything that I had and cherished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experiencing loss can actually wipe the dirt out of your eyes, seriously. I think you will get what I'm trying to say when you have lost something important. And I'm not talking about that famous emotion - being sad. But, to suddenly realize what you possess before that, and you would try finding ways to wind back time and prevent any losses that might happen. KEEP DREAMING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miraculously, I ain't feeling down when I lost everything. Just numb. Indifferent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good or bad?Whatever, I don't care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Monday will be a new milestone for me, driving test! Hope what &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Weil&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Shern&lt;/span&gt; told me about my sloppy slope ain't gonna happen in front of those &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;JBJ&lt;/span&gt; people. Wish me luck! Oh yea, next semester is gonna commence soon, how are we gonna know our schedule? &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;, I'm still clueless! &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;HAHA&lt;/span&gt;! Oh well, I bet I will know soon enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270278714353385242-3567049953271883250?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/3567049953271883250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=3567049953271883250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/3567049953271883250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/3567049953271883250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2010/06/feeling-numb.html' title='Feeling Numb'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-4754506906805591542</id><published>2010-05-31T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T20:45:25.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Wasting Extraordinaire</title><content type='html'>You know, after my last class in SUC, I actually drafted out a timetable for my revisions. But, oops, I think it's in the dustbin now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, how much time we have now? Not long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not just talking about the coming exams but for a lifetime. How long can you live? A lifetime. So, no more&amp;nbsp;letting&amp;nbsp;time to slip away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time has always been there for us, not because it controls us, but we who control it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270278714353385242-4754506906805591542?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/4754506906805591542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=4754506906805591542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/4754506906805591542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/4754506906805591542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2010/05/time-wasting-extraordinaire.html' title='Time Wasting Extraordinaire'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-1915748118383576270</id><published>2010-05-29T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T21:30:50.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>一个問候也没有</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;我發覺我很自私,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;没向您問候一声,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;您今日如何?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;您弟弟生日即将到来,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;准备了礼物给他吗?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;昨晚您睡得好吗？&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;您还咳嗽吗?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;如果您要我列完一切,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;您会觉得很愚蠢,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;很唠叨,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;像一个傻瓜,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;但您说我不是一个愚蠢的人,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;这完完全全解释,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;我并没有这样做,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;但我不知道如何&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;我十分羡慕&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;那个愚蠢的人.......&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: left;"&gt;I really want to say everything out in chinese, but man, typing in chinese without Chinese Star can kill me. Sometimes I just wish that I had a bit of idiocracy in me. &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/1270278714353385242-1915748118383576270?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/1915748118383576270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=1915748118383576270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/1915748118383576270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/1915748118383576270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title='一个問候也没有'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-670001530959077675</id><published>2010-05-28T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T15:01:32.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Just Like You &amp; Me</title><content type='html'>You may be asking why I'm writing this but it will make sense to some people who are in need of motivation in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the Law of Attraction, by &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Yi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Lynn C., The positive pulls between people occur when the spirit within individuals ignites. In simple words, the author is trying to say that people are attracted to people who are motivated and has the spirit or&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;determination&lt;/span&gt; to attempt something. Motivation in life,&amp;nbsp;aim, for&amp;nbsp;a good cause,&amp;nbsp;that's the pull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple aim, simple actions, but of course it has to be rational and reasonable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, somethings are hard to get. I know. But, it doesn't means it's the end of the road, the road never ends. It just means that the thing you want, it needs a few steps before you get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little by little, it may seems impossible, but it's manageable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is an intention to grasp what you want in life, then you might have thought about the steps to achieve it. But thinking alone ain't enough. Actions comes after intentions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the question is how deep is your reason? Don't ask what are you doing first, ask yourself why are you doing it? It helps a lot to gain motivation and put forth the effort. Once this is done, then you recap yourself what are you doing, will this really bring my nearer to my target or aim? Make sure it's relevant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm studying accounting and I sound like a psychology student. But psychology happens everywhere and&amp;nbsp;what's wrong for me to know all about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Am I Ready For Love? By Taylor Swift&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes I wonder&lt;br /&gt;How its gonna feel &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will my first love be true and real &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will I be ready when &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My heart starts to fall &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What will I do when my love comes to call &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And my daddy tells me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That I light up his world &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everyday he says "&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Darlin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're my best girl" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He tried to teach me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From the very start &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The meaning of love &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So nobody breaks my heart &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will my love come in a bowl of fire? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will it be filled with hope and desire? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will my love come in the pourin' rain? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Am I ready for the joy? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Am I ready for the pain? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Am I ready for the boy? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Am I ready for love? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For love &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know I'm not a little &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Girl anymore &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cause&amp;nbsp;I'm feeling things &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've never felt before &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sweet sensations &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And anticipations &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Calling commotion &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To my emotions &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I hear the words &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My daddy says to me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He said "be true to yourself &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And keep your spirit free &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And love will find you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One way or another &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Be good to yourself &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And be good to each other" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will my love come in a bowl of fire? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will it be filled with hope and desire? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will my love come in the pourin' rain? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Am I ready for the joy? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Am I ready for the pain? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Am I ready for the joy? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Am I ready for the pain? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Am I ready for love? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its a run around the world &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And its moving so fast &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Though I wanna find &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A love that's gonna last &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A love so strong &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That it can withstand &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The weight of the world &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the palm of its hand &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will my love come in a bowl of fire? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will it be filled with hope and desire? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will my love come in the pourin' rain? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Am I ready for the joy? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Am I ready for the pain? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Am I ready for the joy? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Am I ready for the pain? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Am I ready for this game? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Am I ready for the kiss? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Am i ready for the stars? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Am I ready for the bliss? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Am I ready for love?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270278714353385242-670001530959077675?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/670001530959077675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=670001530959077675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/670001530959077675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/670001530959077675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2010/05/im-just-like-you-me.html' title='I&apos;m Just Like You &amp; Me'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-153261175699163583</id><published>2010-05-26T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T23:07:54.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Events</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a laid back day for me. I woke up at 9a.m.&amp;nbsp;and started watching tv at 10 a.m. until afternoon. I have got to tell you, it has been a hell of a long time since I was the queen of all couch potatoes. Hey, I enjoyed my time being a couch potato. It feels like a potato. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I went out later in the afternoon with my ma to run some errands and we did a bit of shopping too. Haha, loved that feeling of buying what I want, yea, but hell, I wouldn't want to foot the bill. I bet nobody would want to do it too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/S_05AeA8otI/AAAAAAAAAa4/mhtHkxKaALk/s1600/blood_dr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/S_05AeA8otI/AAAAAAAAAa4/mhtHkxKaALk/s320/blood_dr.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I thought, today is the 26th right? What was I going to do on friday? Oh yeah..I'm gonna donate blood!!! Ma told me that she will be going to the chinese temple near my house this friday because of Wesak Day. I feel soo excited!! I finally can donate blood!!! You know, I actually wanted to donate blood last year in my school but I wasn't old enough, I was short of a month!!! That really pissed me off, seriously, I mean other students are already 17 and they don't donate blood!! It's like you got the power to help people but you don't want to!!! LOL!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I know I freaking my dear readers here. Haha...I just can't stand this kinda people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, later in the evening, I tried bananas with plain yogurt. And it was WOAH!!! It's the best combination!!!! If you happen to have bananas and yogurt, just mix it together and eat it!!! You won't regret it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, night time is prime time for all couch potatoes. Haha..Yup, I watched another episode of Autumn's Concerto and watch GLEE!!!! Feel soooo happy now, it just feels like I'm back to my teenage life!! When times were fun, my soul was young and life was pretty simple and clean. At least for me. LOL, college life? I yet to know about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too-dles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270278714353385242-153261175699163583?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/153261175699163583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=153261175699163583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/153261175699163583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/153261175699163583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2010/05/random-events.html' title='Random Events'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/S_05AeA8otI/AAAAAAAAAa4/mhtHkxKaALk/s72-c/blood_dr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-891018475635695464</id><published>2010-05-25T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T12:48:47.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Recent Morning Needs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Simple morning, simple needs? Hahaha..not for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you all know and are pretty familiar with, everyone has to wake up, brush your yellow disgusting zombie teeth, pull your horrible looking strands of grass that grows on top of your head. Then, there is of course your cleansing solution for your ugly morning face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds normal...Yawn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My morning sounds more like this......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would probably wake up with style. LOL. Yeah, my body itself would have twisted 360' several times until my back had become numb. My pillows would sometimes be misplaced and the only one place that I would find it will only be on the floor. XD If it's not my pillow, it would be my bolster. But I always hope it ain't my bolster because my bolster is precious!!! But I always drop it on the floor!!! =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I would jump out&amp;nbsp;on the right hand side of my bed&amp;nbsp;and face my dressing mirror. Usually I would look like Medusa, except her little baby snakes are all pretty dry looking and her eyes would be filled of tiny bits of sand. Ohya, she&amp;nbsp;would have bad breath too.&amp;nbsp;Anyway, the first thing I would do is to stretch my whole body. Morning are always like this for me. Stretching is my essential need, I have gotta hear something cracking in me before I hit the bathroom. It proves that I am alive. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, the brushing, the scrubing and the massaging. Yellow teeth must be exterminated!!!! I sometimes can't bear with yellow teeths, seriously. I just can't take it. It makes me feel very old. =.=" Yea...like a pair of granny teeths. After that, I would scrub the saliva away. Hey, who never drools when they sleep? Then, I would massage my face. Hahaha...I always love that feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once&amp;nbsp;I'm&amp;nbsp;fresh and spanky clean,&amp;nbsp;time for breakfast!!!&amp;nbsp;You know,&amp;nbsp;sometimes I just&amp;nbsp;wish that every meal was&amp;nbsp;breakfast. SERIOUSLY. I just can't skip breakfast.&amp;nbsp;My breakfast menu had always been the same and&amp;nbsp;I'm addicted to it. I just can't figure out why&amp;nbsp;simple cheerios, top&amp;nbsp;up&amp;nbsp;with a few spoons of&amp;nbsp;oatmeal&amp;nbsp;that is&amp;nbsp;gushed down with a&amp;nbsp;waterfall of fresh milk makes me feels like heaven.&amp;nbsp;By just talking about it, I feel sooooooo happy now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/S_tLewfGd1I/AAAAAAAAAag/EcD0DU6Dnk0/s1600/oatmeal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/S_tLewfGd1I/AAAAAAAAAag/EcD0DU6Dnk0/s320/oatmeal.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/S_tV_PfsZiI/AAAAAAAAAaw/VuS8l43A4HE/s1600/I_LOVE_MILK_BIB.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/S_tV_PfsZiI/AAAAAAAAAaw/VuS8l43A4HE/s320/I_LOVE_MILK_BIB.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/S_tL3BrDmVI/AAAAAAAAAao/P_ETT3-m_Yo/s1600/Cheerios.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/S_tL3BrDmVI/AAAAAAAAAao/P_ETT3-m_Yo/s320/Cheerios.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this is the climax of my morning needs. Oatmeal + milk + Cheerios = A morning full of happiness!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another alternative for me is to have plain yogurt with fresh fruits!! I've tried&amp;nbsp;cutting papayas, oranges, apples, kiwis and mangoes. They all taste great with plain yogurt! Hahaha...I always have this for snacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohya, I still check on my HP whenever I wake up. You're seriously driving me nuts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270278714353385242-891018475635695464?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/891018475635695464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=891018475635695464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/891018475635695464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/891018475635695464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-recent-morning-needs.html' title='My Recent Morning Needs'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/S_tLewfGd1I/AAAAAAAAAag/EcD0DU6Dnk0/s72-c/oatmeal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-5948462522229106794</id><published>2010-05-16T15:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T15:40:41.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something, Oopps I mean......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/S--UsxmCMhI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/kgQRGFfucQY/s1600/love_138.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/S--UsxmCMhI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/kgQRGFfucQY/s320/love_138.gif" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How long has it been?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2 weeks 5 days?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Does it matter?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I realized that everyone around me has been saying that I'm more lively, happy, like a torch being lit up. But will that fire last long?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/S--UpcqXgII/AAAAAAAAAaI/PLiqLcC3IjA/s1600/207.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/S--UpcqXgII/AAAAAAAAAaI/PLiqLcC3IjA/s320/207.gif" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hues are my life cause there is too many things I want in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think that sometimes I'm just an attention seeker, waiting for someone to spoon feed me a piece of chocolate like a spoilt princess, letting me to take it for granted. I seriously do. I used to be. Am now too.&amp;nbsp;(P/S: I bite chocolates =P) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And maybe that's why I don't get to savour every one of my sweet moments.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I always think that my sweetest moments are always like swirls around me because they are too fast for me to capture it, savour it. Strangely, I don't feel scared of losing it, cause it always has been there for me. It's just that the timing is important for me, to savour it, appreciate it, enjoy that very very sweet moment eventhough it's just a tinge of sweetness. Because I want to get very best out of my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, the problem now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;No, there is no big deal for me&amp;nbsp;now. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Except for me, myself stoping myself from getting what I want.&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;Therefore, I've decided, to ......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;not bite any one of my chocolates anymore.&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="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/S--Uvhgr2jI/AAAAAAAAAaY/_RyKrU6CrWw/s1600/OMGWTF.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/S--Uvhgr2jI/AAAAAAAAAaY/_RyKrU6CrWw/s320/OMGWTF.png" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm taking my chances.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But to lick it and savour it till the very last bit of it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cause,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My heart melts away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just like how chocolate melts too.&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 class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/S--UnTgbNMI/AAAAAAAAAaA/i_K-_mjEapI/s1600/chocolate_rose_86193223.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/S--UnTgbNMI/AAAAAAAAAaA/i_K-_mjEapI/s200/chocolate_rose_86193223.jpg" width="170" wt="true" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Let's hope my decision is right this time. So don't you ever do this....♥&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 class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/S--UkUv29sI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JFWH4RjyQTE/s1600/Love+Me+Don%27t+Eat+Me.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/S--UkUv29sI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/JFWH4RjyQTE/s320/Love+Me+Don%27t+Eat+Me.jpg" wt="true" /&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/1270278714353385242-5948462522229106794?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/5948462522229106794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=5948462522229106794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/5948462522229106794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/5948462522229106794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2010/05/something-oopps-i-mean_16.html' title='Something, Oopps I mean......'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/S--UsxmCMhI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/kgQRGFfucQY/s72-c/love_138.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-7112390454238921926</id><published>2010-04-24T21:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T23:07:42.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Panicky On The First Day Of Holidays</title><content type='html'>Mocks are finally gone and it's time to chill!!! For awhile......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, it started off pretty bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning had a volleyball game at MPSJ, as expected, recruitment was a failure. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, we happen to be lucky to bumped into a team of Malay guys who were also playing, so yeah, we played a few games and I sooo seriously sucks being a setter!!! But, I was disconnected with it for quite long, so no surprise that my digging and setting sucks, plus my spin balls!!! Total bummer!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the game, I reached home ate lunch,was actually feeling a bit more motivated to brush myself up for the upcoming sports carnival. So, I decided to take Aaron's volleyball and cycle to my housing area's basketball court to practice setting, digging and so on. I went to the basketball court because the place had a lot of walls ok...not because I couldn't differentiate what type of ball I was holding, duh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there I was, practicing and practicing until I felt like going home. As I was walking towards my bike, I was kinda acting playful, tossing the ball in the air, catching it, not catching it because it flew over the wall, rolling down the main road, and OH MY GOD!!!!!! My housing area was obviously gated with concrete walls, and the main entrance was sooooo far away!!! If I had to picked the ball back, I had to exit from the entrance, pass two roundabouts to reach the place where it flew over the wall!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like OMG OMG OMG OMG,WTH WTH WTH WHAT SHOULD I DO WHAT SHOULD I DO!!! I had a few options:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Wait there, look at the volleyball that was in the middle of the road and hope that somebody pass by!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Go home, blurt out what happen to my parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Cycle all the way to the other side of the wall, which was sooo irrational.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, considering that state of mind, I took option No. 3 without any hesitation, because that way I won't feel sooo worried about it!!! LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I ran with lightning speed, peddled as fast as I could to reach the place. And the most irritating thing was that I had to make a big U-turn to reach that place!! I just flew as fast as I could out to the main road, through the busy roads and round-a-bouts because that ball wasn't mine at all!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place was actually near a constructions site, where there were a lot of those Malay workers and illegal housing areas..O.O Yes, you may think that it was better off to take the 1st or 2nd option. But, I didn't care at all, I just burst into those illegal housing areas, and just shouted," ADA NAMPAK BOLA SAYA, TAK?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it was soo ridiculous, I couldn't have been kidnapped or raped after shouting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I wanted was Aaron's ball to be there and safe!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two Malay guys came out, one was actually smoking, their the one was topless, (Yikes!!) But strangely enough they talked to me quite decently, they even asked their friends inside the area for the ball. Nervous, I was, just couldn't stand there and do nothing, I went through the pavements, the end of the site and even in their dumpster where all the garbage was!!! Minutes later, the Malays guy came out and said that they found it!!! And I was like Thank you GOD!! I have been blessed!!! THANK YOU THANK YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only way back now was, obviously cycle all the way back again. Actually, it was a miracle that I could cycle there soooo fast, it just took me 5 or 10 minutes. But, my sole was already cramping by the time I reached the construction site, so I just cycled slowly like an old lady. No, seriously, I was pretty much like a tortoise or a snail, pick one. Lol, I went back to my house and I was sooo traumatized but at the same time it was kinda fun or pretty much funny and amusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was one freaking holiday starter experience I ever had in my life. Aaron, your ball is a lucky charm, cherish it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, tomorrow I'm finally going for undang. Finally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270278714353385242-7112390454238921926?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/7112390454238921926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=7112390454238921926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/7112390454238921926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/7112390454238921926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2010/04/all-panicky-on-first-day-of-holidays.html' title='All Panicky On The First Day Of Holidays'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-6034499129089054548</id><published>2010-04-09T17:16:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T18:52:51.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have Never Felt So Satisfied In My Life</title><content type='html'>Basically, this was kark's brilliant, amazing, extraordinary, out-of-this-world idea to drop by this restaurant in Sunway Pyramid (ah-hem*trying to promote my sister here besides those salivating pastas, well, it's not my BRILLIANT IDEA to do so.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, my sister actually wanted to try the food out in this restaurant after staring at it for like the past one and a half years. I admit that I also wanted to try out the food there but....$$$$.&lt;br /&gt;T___T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But from today onwards, I don't need to throw that face out anymore!! It was really really fun having my lunch there today. As a matter of fact, I was happy. YAY! I mean you readers here would find it strange and weird that how on earth couldI feel soo happy after having just pastas. Unless, those pastas were supernatural......(p/s: they were =P).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/S779Cm4k19I/AAAAAAAAAYA/hD14dj-0VH4/s1600/menu_grand_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/S779Cm4k19I/AAAAAAAAAYA/hD14dj-0VH4/s320/menu_grand_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458078019659028434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/S779DGNNMRI/AAAAAAAAAYI/KSZ0ulNU8eQ/s1600/menu_lunch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/S779DGNNMRI/AAAAAAAAAYI/KSZ0ulNU8eQ/s320/menu_lunch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458078028067057938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Slurp*Slurp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/S779DTnh31I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/Jsxy6BxjtGU/s1600/menu_teatime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/S779DTnh31I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/Jsxy6BxjtGU/s320/menu_teatime.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458078031667126098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/S779D58f-dI/AAAAAAAAAYY/6PRwmgRQfWU/s1600/menu_anni.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/S779D58f-dI/AAAAAAAAAYY/6PRwmgRQfWU/s320/menu_anni.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458078041955629522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/S7793ICCn-I/AAAAAAAAAYw/7YPgIboQMwc/s1600/menu_kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/S7793ICCn-I/AAAAAAAAAYw/7YPgIboQMwc/s320/menu_kids.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458078921910296546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/S779347fvkI/AAAAAAAAAZA/lrJe5NQ2JCY/s1600/menu_special.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/S779347fvkI/AAAAAAAAAZA/lrJe5NQ2JCY/s320/menu_special.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458078935036182082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/S779EA_YQPI/AAAAAAAAAYg/JCdpMavREoY/s1600/menu_dessert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/S779EA_YQPI/AAAAAAAAAYg/JCdpMavREoY/s320/menu_dessert.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458078043846754546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/S7793UUfX_I/AAAAAAAAAY4/7FqbC3622TY/s1600/menu_season.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/S7793UUfX_I/AAAAAAAAAY4/7FqbC3622TY/s320/menu_season.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458078925208903666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/S7792iv10OI/AAAAAAAAAYo/2eYa1pNQYvI/s1600/menu_drinks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/S7792iv10OI/AAAAAAAAAYo/2eYa1pNQYvI/s320/menu_drinks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458078911901847778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As you can see, the menu itself is soo tempting..O.O But what a pity, my stomach can't support all, so I had to settle for a lunch set that is salmon and spinach pasta with wafu cream sauce, mine came with an aubergine meat sauce doria. Kark's was a chicken and egg wafu pasta. Her side dish was a tomato basil gratin.I have just one word to describe it, CHEESE! Too bad, I wasn't able to snap a photo of the side dishes. But who cares? I feel HAPPY!!! :)&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/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/S78DD9JAq6I/AAAAAAAAAZY/YCTKAHLI1wU/s1600/%285%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/S78DD9JAq6I/AAAAAAAAAZY/YCTKAHLI1wU/s320/%285%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458084639883176866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My salmon and spinach pasta.&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/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/S78DDTxDjMI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/AOpXwwJL6UY/s1600/%284%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/S78DDTxDjMI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/AOpXwwJL6UY/s320/%284%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458084628776848578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kark's chicken and egg wafu pasta.&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/S78DC3_k7xI/AAAAAAAAAZI/lDxexdYukkU/s1600/%283%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/S78DC3_k7xI/AAAAAAAAAZI/lDxexdYukkU/s320/%283%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458084621321563922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy I LOVE U!! And papa too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today was also the last day before mama and papa flew off to Australia to enjoy a whole week with da jie!! Ma also had one of the lunch set, all was pretty prefect. =D The next time I visit &lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;PASTA de GOHAN (和風スパゲッティーのお店), I need to try the pizzas and the toasts!!!! YUM!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270278714353385242-6034499129089054548?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/6034499129089054548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=6034499129089054548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/6034499129089054548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/6034499129089054548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-have-never-felt-so-satisfied-in-my.html' title='I Have Never Felt So Satisfied In My Life'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/S779Cm4k19I/AAAAAAAAAYA/hD14dj-0VH4/s72-c/menu_grand_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-4989815265610313367</id><published>2010-04-06T19:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T20:07:47.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Babe</title><content type='html'>I know I have been taken it for granted for the past few weeks, but I just can't really find the space and time to say this until now. Lol, so you can imagine how stupid my schedule looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's not the main point, THX PAPA &amp;amp; MAMA!!! I seriously am enjoying it! One of my cravings satisfied!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/S7sj9Gb9cSI/AAAAAAAAAX4/E08xWQRTnPE/s1600/n97-mini.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 205px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/S7sj9Gb9cSI/AAAAAAAAAX4/E08xWQRTnPE/s320/n97-mini.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456994906096365858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270278714353385242-4989815265610313367?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/4989815265610313367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=4989815265610313367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/4989815265610313367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/4989815265610313367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-new-babe.html' title='My New Babe'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/S7sj9Gb9cSI/AAAAAAAAAX4/E08xWQRTnPE/s72-c/n97-mini.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-5873508972019026193</id><published>2010-03-12T23:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T00:09:03.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving My Fingerprints Behind</title><content type='html'>Finished scribbling on SPM and finally taken my results yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word: Satisfied!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week, T2 Final Exam!!! (exempted from T1, YAY! :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I feel soo desperate now, to go back to high school, knowing that after result day the old school days will be vague. The further it goes, the more I feel that I want to return to high school. You know, play this and that, sports and music, ponteng classes,=P. It was soo simple then, nothing big to worry about, just the small stuffs that I always amplified it ten times(It is always that way when you look back).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really felt relieved and for the first time happy from the bottom of my heart. Like, as if I'm ready, to leave high school and start a whole new journey. It was like a closing ceremony for high school life or some sort of that. Oh well, I can't wait to go back to school and play volleyball!!! I am getting rusty already!! You know my lectures just really know how to kill time. The whole day is just sitting and studying!! I go back by car also sitting down, sooner or later will have phobia of sitting down. It's just ain't healthy, every morning 8 a.m. have to reach school, come back around 6.30 p.m. By that time cannot go jogging, because it's already dinner time. Plus, got to tidy my assignments before the next day. I found out that homeworks in college can't be done in one day. My engine speed just can't accommodate that amount of load. Yes, I know, it means I'm slow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I also found out that before SPM I was still hogging on the computer 24-7. But now, I can't even log in to my blog every week!! Now it's just way packed than high school. Anyhow, I promised myself I will squeeze every drop of my sweat and never give up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one of my cravings fed. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270278714353385242-5873508972019026193?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/5873508972019026193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=5873508972019026193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/5873508972019026193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/5873508972019026193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2010/03/leaving-my-fingerprints-behind.html' title='Leaving My Fingerprints Behind'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-8251139682399810919</id><published>2010-02-12T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T23:04:09.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holidays With The Tiger</title><content type='html'>I feel soo happy now!! I mean like the PTs are all done for now, and Chinese New Year is here!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I actually thought that my family wasn't ready for CNY, because our cleaning-the-house-schedule was way behind. Plus, we weren't done with the decorations, clothes, foods and tidbits. And mom said that this year we will do it simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, it turned out that we ran a lot of so called errands. And I mean last minute ones, except for the cleaning part, we did that bit by bit everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we are very close to perfection, it's just that we are short of papa's new clothes. He should have followed us out today!! This morning, mom, me and my sis went out as early as 6.30a.m. just to go and stock up at the OUG market. Just one word, chaotic. I mean when we reached the place, the sky was still dark, there were no parkings, there were plenty of aunties and old grandmas fishing out vegetables like hungry piranhas. 0.0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like...How on earth those aunties and grandmas got there soo early. And I was actually staring at one old granny walking slowly in a petite manner. They had either woke up at 5 a.m. or lived nearby. That was the only sensible things I could thought of. I mean I actually envy those aunties and grandmas. They have this fierce attitude to execute tasks, ya know. Like they must go their on way without mercy when bargaining. Omg, what am I talking about!! It sounded like those aunties and grandmas were soo evil!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we stocked up like literally everything we saw. I don't think you really want to know what we bought. I will give you all a hint, we bought a lot. Okay, so we filled our breakfast over there too and came back around 10a.m. REST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.30 p.m., second round at Sunway Pyramid!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have got to tell you, I have not since ma spent soo much money in one day. I just had a feeling that we were spending and spending with limitless storage of gold bars. Sarcastically saying la. But that feeling was kinda fun. Once in a while I think it's okay. Hahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion, we are fully loaded and way prepared for this year's CNY. Yay!!New clothes!!! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270278714353385242-8251139682399810919?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/8251139682399810919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=8251139682399810919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/8251139682399810919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/8251139682399810919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2010/02/holidays-with-tiger.html' title='Holidays With The Tiger'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-7378966295607356922</id><published>2010-01-24T16:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T16:28:34.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Communism</title><content type='html'>You know when I was in high school, my sis use to tell me that my high school was like a communist school, where everything was tight strict and every event planned follows that pointy time needle. And every perfect squares had impeccable marks and grades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my sis just had a new definition for my college life. Not really new, but indifferent at the same time. Communist college. -.-'''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had my progress test today for paper 1 and paper 2. Well, I wouldn't say I was truly satisfied about it but it was enough to pass. Phew!! Fyi, the passing mark is kinda high (at least it's higher than the ones in high school). And I just realized that I have the second progress test will be like on the week after the next. Stressed......&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I have actually counted how many times I need to seat for exams for paper 1 until paper 5, including progress tests and the mock exams. And you know numbers can mean a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about communism, I actually pictured my high school as those kind of chinese communist (cause chinese subject was taught there) and college would be the German's kind of communist (cause college was fulled of international students, kinda weird reason rite?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, I thought......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will happen if I take ACCA for the following year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terrorist? LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's the main point here. Currently, I find it hard to squeeze some time for my blogging cravings. There are like, a hell lot of things that need to be done now!!! *sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next sitting for progress test is in 2 weeks time!!!!! ARGH!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270278714353385242-7378966295607356922?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/7378966295607356922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=7378966295607356922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/7378966295607356922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/7378966295607356922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2010/01/communism.html' title='Communism'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-466710927831782370</id><published>2010-01-02T22:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T11:52:38.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1, 2, 3, A,B,C</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;I'm finally starting calligraphy classes tomorrow!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"  &gt;(p/s: Fyi,I stopped since SPM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270278714353385242-466710927831782370?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/466710927831782370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=466710927831782370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/466710927831782370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/466710927831782370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2010/01/1-2-3-abc.html' title='1, 2, 3, A,B,C'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-1299908506800585252</id><published>2009-12-31T21:59:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T23:50:34.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Have A Feeling For Tonight</title><content type='html'>Less than 3 hours later, I will be more likely to be indifferent, that is sitting here scribbling on this sheet of computerized paper, experiencing a whole new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, indifferent is the key word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems so yesterday. Well, this is the only time where everybody starts to cherish every second. But yet, I don't feel anything but just happy. Happy that everything has ended. It's kinda amusing and strange that I don't remorse about anything anymore about the past. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, it would be like thanksgiving day to me. There are like a mouth full of people that I would like to shout out to for always being there for me when times were agonizing. Of course the most important people are my family. I have to say this because for 11 years, I really can't feel how my mother or father felt like when they had to drive all the way from Subang or Shah Alam to the edge of Selangor. Plus, some on public holidays. I mean they were very supportive and they always tried to assist me in what I do. And Leng Hui for keeping me in good company while Kah Men wasn't around. Argghh! I miss you already! Thank you soo much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I would really really wanna thank my besties out there. We came a long way, and I hope that we will still keep on going on together. Thanks to Jia Hwa, Weil Shern, Yee Min, Pei Lin, Pei Mun, Fidella, Mun Mun, Joyce Ng, Xiao Wei, Hui Sin, Ve Kenn, Sher Ren, Peter, Chiau Yean, Shun Zhi, Kai Hui, Mei Zhuen, Li Ying, Shen Wen, Wei Lian, Si Jun, Sheng Hoay, Wai Yeen, PMO, my volleyball teammates and to all my Ace-Edventure buddies. I really appreciate how much you all have affected my life!! Whether is it just a small conversation or just a brief how-are-you, just remember you all have given me a smile. And I just recalled that a smile is always a remedy to everyone's heart, whenever or wherever you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile always!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270278714353385242-1299908506800585252?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/1299908506800585252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=1299908506800585252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/1299908506800585252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/1299908506800585252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-have-feeling-for-tonight.html' title='I Have A Feeling For Tonight'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-2132258678357338320</id><published>2009-12-24T23:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T17:45:36.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Squeezing Every Bit of My Time</title><content type='html'>Hey ya'all! I've returned from Pangkor Island!! Yes, I'm back and black( sunburned).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, I love telling my story through pictures. So, there you have it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?cropsuccess&amp;amp;id=648428691#/album.php?aid=136697&amp;amp;id=648428691"&gt;Pangkor Island Photos.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can say that I'm now totally desperate to enjoy every bit of my holidays. I just realized that my watch has like 2 weeks left!! I will be starting college on the 7th of January, the commencement date will be on the 6th. I just don't feel ready yet!!! Everything seems to be flowing into place sooo fast. And, and I'm not done with my holidays yet!!! I haven't promise everyone of my friends' outings!!!! LOL, and movies to catch!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, have a holy night, ya'all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270278714353385242-2132258678357338320?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/2132258678357338320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=2132258678357338320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/2132258678357338320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/2132258678357338320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2009/12/squeezing-every-bit-of-my-time.html' title='Squeezing Every Bit of My Time'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-4882239038331304730</id><published>2009-12-19T23:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T00:11:04.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resting Periods</title><content type='html'>1. Holiday Weees~!!&lt;br /&gt;The simple aftermath of SPM, I've broken my volleyball's so-called fasting period!! Plus, da jie's already back and we have went out to pyramid to catch a princess and a frog. It's was hilarious! Especially when we bumped into a cute, fat aligator that plays a trumpet!! And, yea, school's prom was a hell of a fun!!! Everything was great!!! From the food to the timing, dances and the events, performances and the host!! It was obviously well-planned!! Eventhough da jie said that our school was a communist school, but sometimes communist nails things right!! Especially in event plannings. Thank you soo much to the prom committee!!&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=134282&amp;amp;id=648428691"&gt;Prom Photos @ Facebook &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Holiday at home&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I enjoy my holidays at home, especially with my family. Recently, pa decided that da jie and me install a router in the house so that the 3 of us can get access into the internet. Well, the router was kinda pricy, to me, but well, it paid off. Now, the study area ain't so crowded and the place feels more cooling now. Sadly, da jie just can't identify what was the problem to papa's laptop, that couldn't connect using the router. Oh well...... Tomorrow, ma and I will be doing tung yuen!! Hahaha....I love doing this part during dong zhi! Plus, at night we will be having lei cha!!! Yipee!!! To be honest with, most of holiday time were eaten up by me and my room. Yes, all the piles of books and books and oooold books that I've kept just for my SPM have finally met their end. It's so sad, but nothing lasts forever. Oh well, bye bye bookies!! I just gave some of the books and test papers to my neighbours, and the rest of the reference books are still here, like BM, Economics, Akauns, Sejarah. These were the few subjects that I thought it will be kinda wasted la if I threw it in the recycling bin!! So, hey u F4s out there!! Contact me if u need any of those subjects that I listed. Ok, for my exercise books, I actually took this whole evening to tear out the unused pages!!! I was thinking of making a book out of the pages today but I just ngam ngam finished tearing them only!!!!  See how far I went for mother nature!!! Blek!!! Luckily, I still have a trip to Pangkor Island on Monday with my class, if not I will KO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Holiday Dillemas&lt;br /&gt;Yes!! Holidays can be dillema-tic!! Throughout these few weeks, I've been rushing myself to visit campuses and talks. Despite that I know what course I really wanted to take, that was somewhere around the business area, I thought it would be sooo easy to pick a course in a random college. Unfortunately, I went from CAT-ACCA to Taylor's Business Foundation and some other Business Degrees back to CAT-ACCA. Actually, the thing was, either roads were easy to go through. So, I thought, why not crack myself up in CAT-ACCA since the passing rate was the lowest among the other courses?Dillema solved, Sunway here I come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270278714353385242-4882239038331304730?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/4882239038331304730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=4882239038331304730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/4882239038331304730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/4882239038331304730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2009/12/resting-periods.html' title='Resting Periods'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-7333094635487252777</id><published>2009-12-15T14:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T15:09:39.962+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of My Time Bombs Just Exploded</title><content type='html'>First of all, I need to confess that I am finally freeeeeeeee from SPM &amp;amp; high school life!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The down pour of this is that holidays are already half eaten and college issues are still a mess!! I just finish returning my school books this morning, and now I'm already sick. =( Actually I was sick for 3 days straight. Never mind that, I always get sick. Blek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be hell of a day starting tomorrow, my room is like a library now, and ohya...prom is tomorrow too. BLEk!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, look at the bright side, no more disciplinary teachers chasing after you, no more monotonous outfits, no more sticking my butt on the car seat for long hours just to go to school!! To see myself losing soo much now, I actually feel like I'm gaining every ounce of happiness out of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New year calls for new resolutions!!! Wish me luck!! =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270278714353385242-7333094635487252777?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/7333094635487252777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=7333094635487252777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/7333094635487252777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/7333094635487252777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-of-my-time-bombs-just-exploded.html' title='One of My Time Bombs Just Exploded'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-2862686224854557351</id><published>2009-11-05T12:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T10:56:50.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rewinding Time, Possible?</title><content type='html'>I just had to blog for this very one day. Yes, I know that I said that I wouldn't lay a finger on my blog before my SPM, but graduation was too overwhelming for me.( it could be more than overwhelming if I hadn't got sick....)Cough* Cough*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say that one day wasn't enough for me to enjoy graduation. Well, I arrive school at 7.15a.m. , as usual, to see many unusual camera lights flashing here and there. It was like the world of camwhores. After assembly, we returned to class for the first period. Too bad for 5s5, 5s6, 5s7, I heard that Mr. Lean confiscated all their electronics. Yup, included their most vital and needed supermen on graduation day- Cameras. Anyway, I was just sitting in my classroom. Yes, sitting only. And I was like beginning to perspire, cause the whole classroom was like sooo humid!! Well, that explains the aftermath of students running here and there finding their friends to capture their very last moment in high school. Don't worry, I wasn't sitting for 24-7, I had my moments too. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, when I was sitting there, I was thinking. It's my final chance to walk the school corridors, is there anything important that I should do before I leave? Yes, there is, too much in fact. I saw everyone chasing time to snap photos, I wondered, have they realized we should have done this at the very first day? So that our hearts wouldn't sank when we were to part? I saw everyone with smiles, friends that I wasn't familiar with, was suddenly like the sister who was beside me all along. It suddenly came to me that, sometimes the best friends are the ones who are able to bare the separation between one another, and blend in when we meet again as the last time we just left it. To forget about the awkwardness, the stranger-feeling for one another, to believe one another that you are still the same old you when we all met, and to be able to see the happiness in us by the end of the day, this is my definition of friendship for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I felt kinda proud yesterday when we sang our graduation song for the closing ceremony. Maybe it was because of my sexy voice(cough*cough*)=P. I also felt sad cause I wasn't able to take photos with some of my friends. It happened too fast and that's why I said one day ain't enough for me . After sending Datin Lim back, we head to Midvalley Mall for a scrumptious meal at Sushi Zanmai. And it was no surprise to see several F5 classes too. Some were soo united, especially for 5S1. And some were having a brief life, just like 5SF. I saw a lot of other classes' t-shirts flying here and there, I guess my class shirt was ok, it wasn't really bad or the worst. I am just satisfied. Later, we celebrated Pei Lin, Hee Zhuo and Shun Zhi's birthdays too. Yeah, camwhore again......Conclusion, life without camera is not life. Lol. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;F5s &amp;amp; F6s : Good Luck in SPM &amp;amp; STPM!!  Jia you!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270278714353385242-2862686224854557351?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/2862686224854557351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=2862686224854557351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/2862686224854557351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/2862686224854557351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2009/11/rewinding-time-possible.html' title='Rewinding Time, Possible?'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-434938714796347974</id><published>2009-10-12T12:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T12:41:31.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Dust</title><content type='html'>37 days and nights before SPM comes into the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37 days and nights before my high school life ends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270278714353385242-434938714796347974?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/434938714796347974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=434938714796347974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/434938714796347974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/434938714796347974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2009/10/like-dust.html' title='Like Dust'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-43682124376972663</id><published>2009-09-21T17:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T22:09:39.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raya Comeback</title><content type='html'>It's the raya holidays, and there's one famous word to describe it for me : Sien lar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized i have been missing a lot of stuff for my blog, so I guess I will be blabbing about the past for this post. PS: I will be talking about the interesting stuffs only. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I wanna congratulate my fellow PMOs for hauling back fabulous results in the recent solo competition in Terengganu. For my juniors, it's ok, I know you all did your best!! I still love you all. At least y'all gotta experience it. Not like me, T.T. I heard that Hao Jian got 3rd, Amy got 6th, Yee Min got consolation and Tan Jie got 2nd. Amazingly, I actually expected Kai Foong or Li Ying to get a place. Instead, our juniors stood out. I guess we have to expect the unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While they were in Terengganu, I was killing my time with Ace. I actually had the time of my life with them. We were literally talking crap for the whole time. In other words, we were laughing from the beginning till the end where we rolled down the dark trail of Commonwealth Park. It was definitely the most memorable outing with Ace. Ohya, my group won the cheer!!!Yay!! wu-ga-ga!! And I am just about to finish uploading the photos!! FINALLY, URGH!! So damn long!!! You can check the photos out in facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=104082&amp;amp;id=648428691"&gt;Facebook Photos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...after that, what happened after this?? Let me think.....????? All I can think about is the trials exam after the camp. Ok then, trials.....Oh! Now I remember, my add maths ar!!!!!!!!!!! I feel like burning my add maths' books!!! I wished it didn't even exist!! Ya, and people wouldn't realized the earth is round and so on....Okla...I actually don't mind the earth is round thingy. Other than add maths, economics was the second one that I wasn't really satisfied with. I was clumsy...&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohya, last saturday, we had a friendly match with Taman Sea. It has been sooo long since I've seen Puan Ernice, Nabilla, Jeh Ying and Rachael. Our friendly match was kinda different, in the sense that it was quite laid back. We mixed around with different players to form teams. And you know lar, weird team names also. Eg: Fish Cakes, Moon cakes, ABC, Rojak, Chao kuew teow.... The normal or common one was: Ah gal lo. Later when we were done, we headed to Ipoh Chicken Rice Shop, we ordered fish cakes too. Luckily we didn't ordered the calamari rings, if not, our stomachs would burst before we left the restaurant. Puan Ernice said she will be organise the second friendly match after our exams. Till then, Bye! The photos will be uploaded shortly in facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I have been reconsidering my house is actually a jungle rather than a zoo. A zoo is toooo friendly. It was actually one afternoon, when my maid was going outside to take in the clothes, she saw baby monitor lizard playing with the koi pond. So, ma and the maid started looking kinda funny....haha. Ma took the sprinkler and started spraying at the bunch of trees behind the pond(cause the lizard hid within the trees, when it saw Salbiyah, the maid). I tell you, it was sooo funny, ma was like spraying like mad at both ends of the pond. And then finally, ma told the maid to cook some cuttlefish to lure it out. The maid even suggested to cook fish. Then, haha, sorry it is really funny, ma replied her:" You gila ar!!? Ikan apa!? Tuan punya ikan la! Nanti you kena tuan marah!" HAHAHa!! In the end, ma decided not to use bait, she asked us to wait for it to come out. And, it did. This time...hahahhahaha, sorry, I can't control my laughter even while I am typing it. Ma took the fishing net, those ultra big one, and starting chasing it out.  Ma was chased it until it was in front of the porch, and then, she asked me to open one of the gate, so that it will go on. Ironically, it doesn't need the door to be open, it just ran soo fast and at the same time was vibrating soo quickly. It really looked like those vibrating doll where they have those strings to pull at the back of their bodies. I couldn't even see the lizard climb the gate, it just vibrated itself up the gate and out of the house. Soo damn friggin' scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess that's it! I will be back after the trials again. Later y'all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270278714353385242-43682124376972663?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/43682124376972663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=43682124376972663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/43682124376972663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/43682124376972663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2009/09/raya-comeback.html' title='Raya Comeback'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-2924828727289808259</id><published>2009-08-23T22:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T22:48:18.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>August is Making Way for September</title><content type='html'>Well, ma did have a satisfying b'day but not as perfect as it should be. As usual, pa totally forgotten about hers. She actually purposely tell me not to remind pa that her birthday was coming......Haha, it turned out as what as we expected. To be honest, ma is kinda fortunate to have many friends not to mention her crazy dancing kaki-s. She told me that she received phone calls from Germany and Malaysia. All except for the one in the No.2  corner house at 33/43B of Kemuning Utama (not me lar of course!! I was the first one who greeted her when I woke up!!). Haha..but ma don't mind about it. Ohya! I also have to thanks Joyce for the juicy donut key chain she gave me on Monday. It looks sooo delicious!! Like I gotta bite it every second I look at it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm totally clean free from all activities. Sejarah &amp;amp; Geography has finally organized their installation. And, the friendly match with the Sri KLs are all done yesterday so now......preparing for trials. I can't ask for more now that I have free time to concentrate on my studies and to prove pa wrong that I'm not slacking around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno why but I have this strange feeling about this week. It's like I've a whole load of emotions mixed up in a box. I feel unsatisfied for not going to the solo competition, I feel scared for not going for my volleyball practices for I think that I will not meet my coach's expectations, I feel busy even though I've cut down my leisure time, I feel excited yet guilty because I will be going for Ace's camp this Saturday, I feel bored at home facing my textbooks, I feel happy that yesterday's friendly match was a success and I've learned a lot, yes, of course I do feel worried for my exams. Hahaha, funny, I couldn't identify what I was feeling until I wrote it all here. I guess this is all self-pressuring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270278714353385242-2924828727289808259?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/2924828727289808259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=2924828727289808259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/2924828727289808259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/2924828727289808259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2009/08/august-is-making-way-for-september.html' title='August is Making Way for September'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-1368826935669527778</id><published>2009-08-16T11:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T12:54:53.438+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession Of A 17</title><content type='html'>Actually, I feel kinda touched now cause since form 1, I didn't expect my friends to take me out on a outing or to celebrate by buying me a cake that happened to be 2 pieces (that I don't mind). I don't need to have big gifts for birthday cause all I wanted to be is just to be happy. And I did. You all really did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I have different group of friends, so it was kinda inconvenient for them to celebrate it. I really, truly appreciate my PMO kaki-lang to use Friday to celebrate with me at Domino's Pizza, which was a day before my birthday. I don't know why but it was kinda funny cause Pei Mun told me that she and Lu Mei will be going there with me. I think she purposely mentioned it to me so that I would not suspect any other of my friends would come, like she was trying to surprise me something like that but ended up exposed. Haha.. Anyway, I know you all also tried very hard to find the cake for me. You all ended up buying the cake in Dominos....haha, it was nice though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I didn't like about my birthday was I had to go to school.......So unlucky right? Ohya, my fellow PMO kaki-lang sang that birthday song to me twice in 3 languages, ya know. The first time was yesterday at Dominos and the other was at PMO room. Plus, another round from my juniors which was also in three languages......I memang will have nightmare about birthday candles and cakes chasing me. Well, it doesn'y ends there, my class also sang. This time it was in 2 languages. Haha...Altogether how many times ar? Later, Pei Lin, Fidella, Lyn Wei &amp;amp; Pooi Ling also got give a present. It was a glass cup, kinda nice. Thanks a lot!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SoeQY1eOoDI/AAAAAAAAAXo/KDdqIH5XeRs/s1600-h/%288%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SoeQY1eOoDI/AAAAAAAAAXo/KDdqIH5XeRs/s320/%288%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370419837007732786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SoeQZwj_5EI/AAAAAAAAAXw/kedMc0oZDUU/s1600-h/%289%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SoeQZwj_5EI/AAAAAAAAAXw/kedMc0oZDUU/s320/%289%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370419852869624898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SoeQVUOLPZI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/CQ_DoX10eXY/s1600-h/%281%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SoeQVUOLPZI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/CQ_DoX10eXY/s320/%281%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370419776542424466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Pei Lin&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/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SoeQWm5YilI/AAAAAAAAAXY/Ie68VekCM7Q/s1600-h/%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SoeQWm5YilI/AAAAAAAAAXY/Ie68VekCM7Q/s320/%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370419798735358546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pei Mun, Wai Yeen, Lyn Wei, Pei Lin &amp;amp; me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;After school, I went to Midvalley with Jia Hwa. We watched " His Majesty's Secret". The show was infectious, I mean what was a comedy movie for? Of course, to laugh. It was a great outing for the 2 of us cause we get to spend more time with each other. Thanks again!!!&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/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SoeQX2uSGkI/AAAAAAAAAXg/Yl9ko6_IrLQ/s1600-h/%285%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SoeQX2uSGkI/AAAAAAAAAXg/Yl9ko6_IrLQ/s320/%285%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370419820163635778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me &amp;amp; Jia Hwa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would also like to say many thanks to da jie, kark, Chun Wai, Jing Chuan for your wishes and presents.  I like the dresses, charm and your messages, it meant a lot to me. Not to mention about ma and pa for letting me roam in Midvalley with my pocket money.....=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long sweet 16!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270278714353385242-1368826935669527778?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/1368826935669527778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=1368826935669527778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/1368826935669527778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/1368826935669527778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2009/08/confession-of-17.html' title='Confession Of A 17'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SoeQY1eOoDI/AAAAAAAAAXo/KDdqIH5XeRs/s72-c/%288%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-3664996432440252114</id><published>2009-08-12T18:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T18:37:38.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being A F5 Student</title><content type='html'>Yes... It's not long lasting, but one of the happiest moments in my life. To my fellow juniors in PMO, thanks to all of you, you have made my life more memorable and meaningful. At a second there, I thought that PMO was going to be out of spirit. But, after the installation (8th August) and that dinner with the F5s, I realized that I have wasted my precious time for not going to PMO. I really feel remorse about it, for not getting together with my juniors or my batch mates. I hope this warmth and comfort that I felt that night will always follow me after I graduate. Thank you soo much for the presents and the events you all have planed. Without this, I wouldn't meet 'fish slapper' and played a few rounds of rough games. I also didn't expect that my dear juniors are all so bold and ferocious!! No offense though, but it is actually a compliment for y'all. Great job everyone!!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos @&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photos.php?id=648428691#/album.php?aid=99452&amp;amp;id=648428691"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270278714353385242-3664996432440252114?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/3664996432440252114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=3664996432440252114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/3664996432440252114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/3664996432440252114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2009/08/being-f5-student.html' title='Being A F5 Student'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-3726523444831158000</id><published>2009-08-02T19:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T20:24:33.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nagging Roads</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I'm so happy now!! I just completed my first 8 km run today!! Though I ended up outside the 100th place boundary, but I did qualify for the minimum time!! Yea....I know that I sound kinda sam1 ba4 but seriously, I'm sam1 ba4. I mean I memang never participate this kinds of activities before. To be frank, this Adidas King of The Roads is my first open run. You know, 8 km felt just like 5 km. It was kinda fast. Honestly, I think that I still could run faster cause I did not felt as tiring as the time I was running for my school's cross country. I got to tell you, that time I was soo frustrated of the heat, I sprinted all the way back to school when I was at the bridge in front of the La Salle School.  Talking about finishing it, I'm now an old lady in the house. My legs are sooo painful now!! Especially when I make my way up the stairs, ma will be lying on the cushion comfortably, watching her drama shows and laughing at me walk like a big giant rock. And you know what? When I climb the stairs, the song "One Step At A time" by Jordin Sparks will always ring in my head. For now. Conclusion: I will become slow after trying to be fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Haha..My lesson is learnt. Trying to slash my weight by running 8 km doesn't seem to move a millimeter of the arrow on my weighing scale. Wait! My weighing scale is digital, it doesn't have a arrow!! Never mind that, instead of shredding my weight, I earn a kg!! T.T. Haiz... What to do? What to do? I think I should blame my genes. At least I'm still happy for my achievement today. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SnWE9ehHq6I/AAAAAAAAAXI/VG5MUwwPgfQ/s1600-h/%2814%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SnWE9ehHq6I/AAAAAAAAAXI/VG5MUwwPgfQ/s320/%2814%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365340722780679074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Heheh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270278714353385242-3726523444831158000?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/3726523444831158000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=3726523444831158000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/3726523444831158000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/3726523444831158000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2009/08/nagging-roads.html' title='Nagging Roads'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SnWE9ehHq6I/AAAAAAAAAXI/VG5MUwwPgfQ/s72-c/%2814%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-2887886771650755720</id><published>2009-07-31T18:04:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T16:29:02.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up</title><content type='html'>First of all, thanks to Volleyball club for the fantastic installation on the 18th of July even though it did not turned out as planned. Yes, I know!! I take too long to update my blog.....Anyway, it's my blog. Muahahahaha!!!! *cough*cough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've been so free maybe it's because I've retired from most of my activities, which explains why I go home in the early afternoons, ending up watching TV for the next 2 hours(ARGH!!! WHEN WILL I BE MOTIVATED TO STUDY SERIOUSLY!!!!??). For now, it's just me &amp;amp; my mountain-high of textbooks. Today, I brought muffins for Pei Mun (which I spent the whole Wednesday afternoon doing it!!) since tomorrow is her birthday. I can see that she was overwhelmed despite she went around the class saying thank you, thank you, thank you to whoever gave her a wish or present.So sweet right?? Hahaha. Hope she has a nice day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, did I mentioned that ma made lei3 cha3 last week? You can check the photos out @ my facebook. I feel sooo lazy to upload it here too. And you know what? I had a few visitations to the toilet the following days after eating it. It proves that mama's secret to lei3 cha3 is super-duper healthy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/editphoto.php?aid=93954&amp;amp;success=5&amp;amp;failure=0#/photo.php?pid=2290341&amp;amp;id=648428691"&gt;Facebook    Photos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohya, I'm also applying for the Taylor's Principal Award. And I've changed my mind for taking hotel management. Instead, I will be planing to take a business foundation. Hey Kark &amp;amp; Da Jie!! If you see this, give me some advice, ok? I'm still new about the courses and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/editphoto.php?aid=93954&amp;amp;success=5&amp;amp;failure=0#/photo.php?pid=2290341&amp;amp;id=648428691"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270278714353385242-2887886771650755720?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/2887886771650755720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=2887886771650755720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/2887886771650755720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/2887886771650755720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2009/07/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-9057300555991846695</id><published>2009-07-14T19:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T20:01:37.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lighter Vol. 2</title><content type='html'>First of all congrats again to the newly formed top 6 of P.M.O. I'm terribly sorry to my fellow F5s  cause I wasn't there to witness the whole process. And yes, there's always arguments over selections like this. I kinda expected what would turn out or how it would turn out. I wouldn't say I was disappointed but just sort of care-free now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are many,&lt;br /&gt;Whole is rarely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270278714353385242-9057300555991846695?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/9057300555991846695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=9057300555991846695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/9057300555991846695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/9057300555991846695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2009/07/lighter-vol-2.html' title='Lighter Vol. 2'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-3691517923055937818</id><published>2009-07-10T16:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T16:35:29.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lighter</title><content type='html'>I feel soo relief now cause volleyball's AGM is over!! Here are the top 4s:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;President: Lim Diing Yienn&lt;br /&gt;Vice President: Reagan&lt;br /&gt;Secretary: Jaykerr&lt;br /&gt;Treasurer: Tay Ting Nuan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No surprise there, cause this 4 people are bound to be the top 4s. Anyway, my dear play mates don't feel disappointed for not getting the post that you wanted. It's what teamwork that counts!=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270278714353385242-3691517923055937818?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/3691517923055937818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=3691517923055937818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/3691517923055937818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/3691517923055937818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2009/07/lighter.html' title='Lighter'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-6552082998623994908</id><published>2009-07-09T13:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T14:56:35.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Durian Mania</title><content type='html'>Well, I dunno about you people out there know about this, but it's the durian season in Malaysia!! And, I've eaten durian 4 times already for this month!!!!! Which explains why I'm sick and fatter now.*Cough..* My voice is sooo sexy now..haha. But who can't resist durians?? The aroma, the texture, the bitterness yet the tinge of sweetness....ah!! Today I didn't go to school, luckily today's event in school was kinda boring(to me lah!), Pn. Lim Yoke Keng's retirement day and also our school's 53rd anniversary. If I go there I will just need to sit for three periods in class and in the hall until my legs all cramped up. So no use for me to go. Come to think of it, I didn't witness Pn. Kok's retirement day too, that time I was still in Kuala Selangor. Oh well..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's still less than 68 days to go for trial exams and more than 120 days for SPM. If you ask me, I do feel kinda nervous but I don't feel like reading and studying. Oh GOD!! Somebody help me!!! This year, I have cut down a few activities. Like Bon Odori, I think I won't be going next Saturday. The P.M.O's Solo competition in Terengganu have been thrown to a side too. I am soo sorry for my beloved P.M.Os because I know I have a great chance to get into the finals if I work hard on my pieces. And I know that this will be my one and only opportunity to expose myself to other flute contenders and motivate my juniors. The thing is Ace's having the farewell party on that exact day!!! But I've got to decide and I think Ace's is way more important than this competition. I think that competition is everywhere but friendships are hard to build and find. And of all days, it have to be on that very day!!! But, I will be going for the Adidas's King Of The Road Marathon which falls on the 2nd of August. I wanna burn my fats and keep fit!!! And since I'm gonna retire from my clubs and persatuan soon, I guess I will have enough time when that day comes. AGM for volleyball is tomorrow and the gathering will be on the 18th of April. PMO's voting session will be on this Saturday but the installation's date is still unknown. I hope my dear F4s will thrive,realize, fulfill their responsibilities and amend our past mistakes. All the best my dear F4s!!! HEY!! I wanna a nice gathering &amp;amp; installation!!! Don't make me disappointed!! Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270278714353385242-6552082998623994908?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/6552082998623994908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=6552082998623994908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/6552082998623994908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/6552082998623994908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2009/07/durian-mania.html' title='Durian Mania'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-3936693478164245174</id><published>2009-07-04T22:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T23:04:23.595+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expanding My Zoo</title><content type='html'>Last week or is it last last week, never mind that. My maid saw a shadow on top of my house's window. She said it looked like a bat or something. She couldn't see it well, cause it was so high up and the puny creature was so small. My camera also couldn't catch a picture of it. So this creature was sitting on top of the master bedroom window, which is facing the gate for like a whole week. It was kinda strange cause if it was a bat right, than it shouldn't be there during night time. But that little fella' was up there most of the time. Until one night......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma was fetching me back from English tuition and this time we saw 2 shadows. Ma was soo curious that she ran upstairs and switched on the lights that faced our house walls. Plus, she brought down the binoculars. Well, it turned out to be owls. And when all the lights were there, it suddenly came to the picture that their heads turned as we walked here and there. And that moment, mama burst and exclaimed no wonder no more frogs croaking at night!!! They must have eaten the frogs!! And I was thinking no wonder so many mosquitoes. Haha...But there was one more mystery yet to be solve. Why Was there 2? From what we have seen on that night, ma concluded that the smaller owl was the baby, and the bigger owl was the mother protecting the baby. And then, ma burst and exclaimed again, "Sei lo!! There must be nests on top of the window!!" It was so funny to see mama looking at the owls, spying on them. Well, now, we don't see them anymore. Maybe it's because there are no more frogs for dinner or the baby have been successfully delivered and it's time to move on. Haiz... I wished I could snap a photo of it!!! Their heads were like moving here and there but the body stood still. It gave me an eerie feeling, a feeling that something is spying on you. Haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270278714353385242-3936693478164245174?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/3936693478164245174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=3936693478164245174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/3936693478164245174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/3936693478164245174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2009/07/expanding-my-zoo.html' title='Expanding My Zoo'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-3235067330383163681</id><published>2009-07-04T22:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T22:49:06.722+08:00</updated><title type='text'>27th - 28th June @ SMK Sri KL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/Sk9qqVO69UI/AAAAAAAAAWI/0cSBGAtZPGk/s1600-h/%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/Sk9rbPLtJ-I/AAAAAAAAAWw/1eNyV-6IIew/s320/%2810%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354616597643077602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heheh...sorry no videos.&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/1270278714353385242-3235067330383163681?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/3235067330383163681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=3235067330383163681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/3235067330383163681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/3235067330383163681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2009/07/27th-28th-june-smk-sri-kl.html' title='27th - 28th June @ SMK Sri KL'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/Sk9qqVO69UI/AAAAAAAAAWI/0cSBGAtZPGk/s72-c/%282%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-8244274106985431512</id><published>2009-07-04T22:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T22:25:07.172+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I Lucky Or What?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha...just wanna say I didn't kena NS!!! WOoo-HOOOoo!!&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/1270278714353385242-8244274106985431512?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/8244274106985431512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=8244274106985431512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/8244274106985431512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/8244274106985431512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2009/07/am-i-lucky-or-what.html' title='Am I Lucky Or What?'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-4196737114936250677</id><published>2009-06-23T21:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T22:09:29.598+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Too Deep</title><content type='html'>Actually this has happened for some time, it's just that I have a lousy memory. It's about my darling. She was hurt by a barbed wire and now she cannot absorb the nutrition that I used to give her (that is air). Plus, Jia Hwa just gave it a few tattoos!! My darling is hurt now and she will never be back on track. No more sporty actions coming from her anymore. She won't be able to experience the glory in the air anymore.. Sob.... ( I 'm just being sarcastic!)&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/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SkDfxL2_STI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/QLdfje1jaWA/s1600-h/P6220262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SkDfxL2_STI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/QLdfje1jaWA/s320/P6220262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350522393406163250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My BB!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SkDfxdrr3YI/AAAAAAAAAVY/HUg7F9XZ8jo/s1600-h/P6220264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SkDfxdrr3YI/AAAAAAAAAVY/HUg7F9XZ8jo/s320/P6220264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350522398190591362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Scarred. You know, I can't even see the hole!! But it's definitely because of this!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SkDfxySn22I/AAAAAAAAAVg/iFw5mx1XKBM/s1600-h/P6220266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SkDfxySn22I/AAAAAAAAAVg/iFw5mx1XKBM/s320/P6220266.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350522403722615650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her tattoo cute hor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SkDfyQbhxuI/AAAAAAAAAVw/q4lvkyoalZM/s1600-h/P6220269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SkDfyQbhxuI/AAAAAAAAAVw/q4lvkyoalZM/s320/P6220269.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350522411813029602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This marks where we met for the first time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SkDfyNKVruI/AAAAAAAAAVo/9lSrBiF1KLM/s1600-h/P6220267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SkDfyNKVruI/AAAAAAAAAVo/9lSrBiF1KLM/s320/P6220267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350522410935627490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This shows how much I like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SkDgcZ-KeKI/AAAAAAAAAV4/IBDhX8AU2Ms/s1600-h/P6220270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SkDgcZ-KeKI/AAAAAAAAAV4/IBDhX8AU2Ms/s320/P6220270.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350523135928727714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This doesn't shows that I've dumped her....I still love her very much even though this one here looks fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SkDgcnJXTBI/AAAAAAAAAWA/G0HByDZpkGY/s1600-h/P6220280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SkDgcnJXTBI/AAAAAAAAAWA/G0HByDZpkGY/s320/P6220280.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350523139465366546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, this here shows that I'm in pain too!!!!!&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/1270278714353385242-4196737114936250677?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/4196737114936250677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=4196737114936250677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/4196737114936250677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/4196737114936250677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-too-deep.html' title='In Too Deep'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SkDfxL2_STI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/QLdfje1jaWA/s72-c/P6220262.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-1169694608551182115</id><published>2009-06-23T20:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T22:12:47.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>180'</title><content type='html'>You know what? The minute I finished my previous post, I did the exact opposite of it. I went for the interview after all. Actually, it was my dad who convinced me to go. He said that since I passed the preliminary round, why don't go further? At first, I gave an excuse that I'm having exams now, hard to concentrate. I also told mom that I made the decision not to go. But, pa was so eager that I go, even  mom couldn't stop him. In the end, go lo. No harm done right? I just kept on telling myself,"Oh crap! Oh crap!! I haven't done any research or prepare myself what to say. Plus, that time was like 10.30p.m. So damn tired and my books were lying there waiting for me to read them. I just don't care, went to bed, slept cause the past few days were hectic for me, I turned to bed around 12.30 or so. My body and antibodies memang tak boleh tahan malam!! The next day's subject were PJPK, Sivic and BM, so no worries. But when it came to the afternoon, I was like a walking zombie. I was like having on and offs of headache and I just couldn't think straight. So wanna sleep!!! And I thought that I could study while waiting for my turn to be interviewed. I ended up playing some games with the other students and some of the AFS volunteers and the returnees. Well, it wasn't that bad. I kinda had fun with it. But, in my opinion my interview was lousy. Just as expected. Well, here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, they called your names out and you will have to wait outside of the room. Mistake number one that I did was, I went to the toilet which was just beside the room while waiting for my turn. Oppps! And when I came out, oh snap, they skipped me. But my sis say it wouldn't affect much. Mistake number two was I went to the wrong table. Oh God, I realized now that I'm such a dungu or bodoh-dodo. Okay, nevermind......It was finally my turn, I sat in front of a malay and chinese lady teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Chinese teacher&lt;/span&gt;: Introduced yourself &amp;amp; your family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Er..My name is Chin Yi Lynn, I'm studying in Catholic High School. I'm a form five student. I've a father, mother and 2 elder sisters.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The father mother and sis stuff were actually unnecessary to me, I wanted to talk more about myself!!!! SOoo damn la!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Malay teacher&lt;/span&gt;: Yi Lynn, are you nervous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Er.......(wasn't nervous in the beginning starting to be nervous)quite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Malay teacher&lt;/span&gt;: Never mind, speak slowly please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: My elder sister is now in Japan, she's also under AFS....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Chinese Teacher&lt;/span&gt;: Oh, your sister also went for the year program? How is she? Is she enjoying her life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Ya, she's doing fine now, enjoying her life there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Chinese Teacher&lt;/span&gt;: Yi Lynn, how come hosting did not cross your mind before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Ermm.... I have granny at home now and she may be troublesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Chinese Teacher&lt;/span&gt;: Then, did your sister's host family have a granny too??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: (OH SHIT!!!! Why is she sooooo sharp!!) Er...ya. Well then, I guess I can try to persuade my family to host.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Malay teacher&lt;/span&gt;: Can I have a look at your certificates? Can you pick some out and present to us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: (Flipping &amp;amp; flipping) Erm.. this one here is the National Chinese Orchestra competition, our school went into the finals and we got the 9th placing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Chinese teacher&lt;/span&gt;: What instrument do you play?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Oh, the chinese flute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Malay teacher&lt;/span&gt;: Is there any other else? What about this?(pointing at the summit calligraphy competition cert. which I got a distinction)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Oh, this one here is my Chinese calligraphy competition cert. I got a distinction grade for it. There were some national competitions I competed in too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Chinese teacher&lt;/span&gt;: Where? Can you show it to us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: (Flipping &amp;amp; flipping the pages....Oh God, that cert. is not here...Damnit they haven't give me yet!!!!!!!) Basically, most of certs. are the calligraphy competitions...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Chinese teacher&lt;/span&gt;: Hmm....Chinese calligraphy... Hmm.. You know Yi Lynn, to be a good student, you've to be an all rounder. You also need to take part in unit beruniform &amp;amp; kelabs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;:( I haven't finish saying also!!! By the way, P.M.O is considered as an uniform body!!) Yes, I know. I've also competed in volleyball competitions too. We emerged as champions in the daerah competitions. Plus, I play badminton too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Chinese teacher&lt;/span&gt;: Okay, you can go now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( I retreated with defeat.....T.T)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean like I haven't finish telling my story, you keep on cutting in, how am I suppose to tell you everything????? So damn geram!! Some more the interviewers were sooo serious and they all looked irritated. The malay teacher barely looked at me also. Okay, fine, I said, what's past is done, I went back to the game room and kept on playing till it was time to go. Yea, I know it kinda sounds like a nursery or some sort. I had fun with the sketch. Luckily I had Koe Yeet beside me to keep me entertained. The sketch was hilarious and the best thing was it looked like we were prepared. We were supposed go home without presenting our sketch, but our group was so eager to do it because it was soo funny. The sketch reminded me of the ones I see in my school. Good sign? Definitely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270278714353385242-1169694608551182115?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/1169694608551182115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=1169694608551182115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/1169694608551182115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/1169694608551182115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2009/06/180.html' title='180&apos;'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-4124031384270619534</id><published>2009-06-17T16:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T17:36:53.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Can You Do With One Year</title><content type='html'>Well, last week I received the AFS interview letter and it is suppose to be tomorrow. Come to think of it, I think I will turn it down. I realized that one year overseas would be hard to endure. Plus, there is too much activities that I won't want to miss next year in Malaysia. P.M.O will be having their annual concert, and I would like to join my fellow juniors. I also feel that I don't wanna start college late and graduate late. Talking about graduation, I will miss da jie's graduation in Adelaide. I wanna go Australia!! And not just that, Kark will be home by February. If I go for the program, I won't be able to see her for 2 years, that's so long!! I know that going for the AFS exchange program will aid me a lot in my language and social skills, I even feel it's hard to let go this opportunity. But, Malaysia's harder to let go and language can be learnt anywhere now. What I'm scared of is what will I do when I come back from this student exchange program? And I mean about my calligraphy lessons, should I continue it since I have not finish all styles? What if I lost touch of it? Not just calligraphy, what about sports? I will definitely miss volleyball and badminton. If I go overseas, most things would be costly, I will have to mix with new people, do my house chores and the most troublesome thing is that trying to make the people around me to understand me. I actually kinda like these kinds of challenges but....I think I have to stop the 'buts'. I've made a decision, no more remorses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that's that. Actually, I'm suppose to blog during the exam seasons and I know said I would not post until my exams have come to an end. But, this AFS thing was the thing that I wanted to blog for so long that I kept forgetting about it. Anyway, today is day three and I'm....what's worse than worst? I think I got to pray more often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270278714353385242-4124031384270619534?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/4124031384270619534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=4124031384270619534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/4124031384270619534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/4124031384270619534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-can-you-do-with-one-year.html' title='What Can You Do With One Year'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-4539230858994929354</id><published>2009-06-09T12:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T12:33:25.239+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Holidays Need A Break</title><content type='html'>This is my last post before I turn myself to the textbooks. Blek!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still got 3 weeks to go, and I will be free again, momentarily.......The worst has yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then, c'ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270278714353385242-4539230858994929354?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/4539230858994929354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=4539230858994929354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/4539230858994929354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/4539230858994929354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-holidays-need-break.html' title='My Holidays Need A Break'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-7217821522365140729</id><published>2009-06-05T15:53:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T16:24:03.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugar Babes Are Too Scrumptious</title><content type='html'>Yes! It's day two!! Today we were led by the same instructor and what we did today were those simple yet famishing pastries. Overall, today's menu was much easier to make compared to yesterday's. Also, more edible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The menu:&lt;br /&gt;1. Papaya &amp;amp; Lime Tartlet&lt;br /&gt;2. Pineapple &amp;amp; Banana Oat Streusel&lt;br /&gt;3. Chunky Chocolate Chip Cookies&lt;br /&gt;4. Scrumptious Chocolate Brownies&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/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SijRH8sktDI/AAAAAAAAAU4/FfIfc2ZX7wY/s1600-h/%2838%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SijRH8sktDI/AAAAAAAAAU4/FfIfc2ZX7wY/s320/%2838%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343750892357465138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Topped with cream cheese, filled with papaya &amp;amp; lime....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SijRH-bXs1I/AAAAAAAAAUw/pM2eKHOEoRc/s1600-h/%2837%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SijRH-bXs1I/AAAAAAAAAUw/pM2eKHOEoRc/s320/%2837%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343750892822180690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know I covered it until quite ugly.....heheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SijQN_KKGGI/AAAAAAAAAUg/JLZdkGmp8zw/s1600-h/%2833%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SijQN_KKGGI/AAAAAAAAAUg/JLZdkGmp8zw/s320/%2833%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343749896586008674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Streusel!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SijQN4wxIBI/AAAAAAAAAUY/X-p_5vKMiXw/s1600-h/%2832%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SijQN4wxIBI/AAAAAAAAAUY/X-p_5vKMiXw/s320/%2832%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343749894868901906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ba-na-na~...Al-monds~...Pine-ap-ple~....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SijQOLXl-ZI/AAAAAAAAAUo/hlsJUecpvDk/s1600-h/%2835%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SijQOLXl-ZI/AAAAAAAAAUo/hlsJUecpvDk/s320/%2835%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343749899863587218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We did six each of us brought back 3.&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SijQNSXHrAI/AAAAAAAAAUI/8MavCIDVg_Q/s1600-h/%2826%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SijQNSXHrAI/AAAAAAAAAUI/8MavCIDVg_Q/s320/%2826%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343749884560780290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna cookie?&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 onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SijQNoYWtDI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/cZFtQlAVGms/s1600-h/%2830%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SijQNoYWtDI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/cZFtQlAVGms/s320/%2830%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343749890471539762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My cookie tower..heheh=D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SijRIHt1IdI/AAAAAAAAAVA/I6svjUtzkZ4/s1600-h/%2840%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SijRIHt1IdI/AAAAAAAAAVA/I6svjUtzkZ4/s320/%2840%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343750895315526098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know the brownies are black but they aren't!! I tell you it tasted like Berry's Walnut Chocolate Chips Cake!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SijRIdbo4JI/AAAAAAAAAVI/-BQSCN2b2Aw/s1600-h/%2841%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SijRIdbo4JI/AAAAAAAAAVI/-BQSCN2b2Aw/s320/%2841%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343750901144805522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-End-&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/1270278714353385242-7217821522365140729?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/7217821522365140729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=7217821522365140729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/7217821522365140729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/7217821522365140729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2009/06/sugar-babes-are-too-scrumptious.html' title='Sugar Babes Are Too Scrumptious'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SijRH8sktDI/AAAAAAAAAU4/FfIfc2ZX7wY/s72-c/%2838%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-8419429748938077839</id><published>2009-06-04T19:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T20:12:39.594+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baking Boot Camp @ The Cooking House</title><content type='html'>It's the holidays and it's time for some baking. You know the astro book? Yup! ma sign me up for the baking boot camp since it's the holidays. Plus!! I lurve baking!! So today's day 1 for me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically there were only 12 particpants.... I guessed this camp wasn't the crowd's choice. Anyway, we were guided by a instructor, Ms. Chin. Not me la, of course! I was the oldest amongst the 12 participants. T.T, I know I grow soooo fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The menu:&lt;br /&gt;1. Strawberry Pavlova&lt;br /&gt;2. Orange cupcake with butter cream frosting&lt;br /&gt;3. Apple &amp;amp; Walnut Filo Pastry (Sorry eh, no illustration for this! Me &amp;amp; ma ate it on the way home before I could snap a shot of it....)&lt;br /&gt;4. Banana Bread&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/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/Sierx75VFtI/AAAAAAAAAS4/Xpj8hRMiWGk/s1600-h/%285%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/Sierx75VFtI/AAAAAAAAAS4/Xpj8hRMiWGk/s320/%285%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343428357278471890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wua-la!! Strawberry Pavlova!!&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/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/Sierx9d1_MI/AAAAAAAAASw/wkR0TJpz9Cw/s1600-h/%284%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/Sierx9d1_MI/AAAAAAAAASw/wkR0TJpz9Cw/s320/%284%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343428357700058306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My meringues!!&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SierySy9trI/AAAAAAAAATI/SKwd7iJYipY/s1600-h/%288%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SierySy9trI/AAAAAAAAATI/SKwd7iJYipY/s320/%288%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343428363425789618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me &amp;amp; Ying Kai&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SieryjVGgYI/AAAAAAAAATQ/O8bD3L1I3MY/s1600-h/%289%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SieryjVGgYI/AAAAAAAAATQ/O8bD3L1I3MY/s320/%289%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343428367863939458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;amp; Chai Shi&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/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SiesaHE0rKI/AAAAAAAAATo/9lge7_EufiY/s1600-h/%2812%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SiesaHE0rKI/AAAAAAAAATo/9lge7_EufiY/s320/%2812%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343429047474236578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Heheh...Nice to see hard to eat!! SOO SWEET!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SiesZHNPgZI/AAAAAAAAATY/bCL64bxggNc/s1600-h/%2810%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SiesZHNPgZI/AAAAAAAAATY/bCL64bxggNc/s320/%2810%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343429030329680274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SiesaL9GdNI/AAAAAAAAATw/9ivK7Aq8Y7w/s1600-h/%2814%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SiesaL9GdNI/AAAAAAAAATw/9ivK7Aq8Y7w/s320/%2814%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343429048784024786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Orange cupcakes!! I liked the deco. but the dough was a bit too dry....&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SiesadmzGzI/AAAAAAAAAT4/A5VbeRkNYhI/s1600-h/%2815%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SiesadmzGzI/AAAAAAAAAT4/A5VbeRkNYhI/s320/%2815%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343429053522320178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I actually took 3 back, but ate one in the car.... To hard to resist leh!&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/Sie17y7KB4I/AAAAAAAAAUA/xknEklxwh5Q/s1600-h/%2818%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/Sie17y7KB4I/AAAAAAAAAUA/xknEklxwh5Q/s320/%2818%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343439521785186178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The banana bread!! I know it looks so small, we did not have enough dough!! It was kinda dry too!!&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/1270278714353385242-8419429748938077839?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/8419429748938077839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=8419429748938077839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/8419429748938077839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/8419429748938077839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2009/06/baking-boot-camp-cooking-house.html' title='Baking Boot Camp @ The Cooking House'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/Sierx75VFtI/AAAAAAAAAS4/Xpj8hRMiWGk/s72-c/%285%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-1907623730601279258</id><published>2009-06-04T18:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:02:11.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fruit Palore</title><content type='html'>The Chin's basic diet: Fruits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, the Chins needs lot of fiber,or shall I say we're addicted to it!! Which makes mangoes compulsory in the house. It's a MUST!!!&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/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/Sieis-S0mzI/AAAAAAAAASo/F5uYBDmzhFw/s1600-h/%2810%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/Sieis-S0mzI/AAAAAAAAASo/F5uYBDmzhFw/s320/%2810%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343418376418270002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rainbow mangoes are not colorful as you can see it, but it comes it red &amp;amp; yellow&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/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SieisghK_VI/AAAAAAAAASY/RBdh-pd_u0o/s1600-h/%288%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SieisghK_VI/AAAAAAAAASY/RBdh-pd_u0o/s320/%288%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343418368425393490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;            Sorry Kark! I gave the wrong name, this mango is supposed to be called Rainbow mango, not Rambo mango.....XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Next: The aromatic banana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SieguozmppI/AAAAAAAAASI/gOgdtTR2kIQ/s1600-h/%286%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SieguozmppI/AAAAAAAAASI/gOgdtTR2kIQ/s320/%286%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343416205986670226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/Siegu9zfbzI/AAAAAAAAASQ/ZgX-ghZj02A/s1600-h/%287%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/Siegu9zfbzI/AAAAAAAAASQ/ZgX-ghZj02A/s320/%287%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343416211623341874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the ring of fruit federations: Passion fruits vs Mangoesteens&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/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SiegupAUpfI/AAAAAAAAASA/L1B23merHZk/s1600-h/%284%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SiegupAUpfI/AAAAAAAAASA/L1B23merHZk/s320/%284%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343416206040016370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On this corner: 'Passion' aka passion fruit&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SieguQAaHtI/AAAAAAAAAR4/MRz6_2yrLts/s1600-h/%283%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SieguQAaHtI/AAAAAAAAAR4/MRz6_2yrLts/s320/%283%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343416199329488594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On this corner: We have 'Teens' aka mangoesteens&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/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SieguJImZPI/AAAAAAAAARw/hpWBxiAxs_o/s1600-h/%281%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SieguJImZPI/AAAAAAAAARw/hpWBxiAxs_o/s320/%281%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343416197484799218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looks like this fight is one sided. Winner: Teens!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I just love the smell of fresh fruits....&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/1270278714353385242-1907623730601279258?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/1907623730601279258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=1907623730601279258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/1907623730601279258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/1907623730601279258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2009/06/fruit-palore.html' title='Fruit Palore'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/Sieis-S0mzI/AAAAAAAAASo/F5uYBDmzhFw/s72-c/%2810%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-7024273823630916848</id><published>2009-06-03T15:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T20:16:20.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aunty</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was quite weird for me...... Maybe not weird but random. Yesterday, I did not go for P.M.O. camp, kinda disappointed. Sorry ya F4s, I couldn't beat off the bacteria and virus within one night. Now I'm feeling better, just having a wet nose. Aiya, off topic pula. Back to topic. Last night, after dinner, ma and I were feeling very hot (The kind of hot that you sweat for no reason). So ma open the side door where papa used to come in. Man, it was so cooling!! And then, we sat beside the new table like salted fish for a while.  And the all of the sudden, ma asked me to take out some cards to play. I was surprised lo because ma don't usually play these kind of games. She either watch the TV at this time or catch her drama shows upstairs. Ok, then, poker cards. First, I tried to teach her 'Speed', failed. Cause the table too big, and mama couldn't get it well. Ok, a simpler one, 'Heart attack". This game will only work well with a bigger crowd, and there were like the 2 of us...... Anyway, mama enjoyed it. Hahaha. I guessed ma was kinda bored......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haiz... holidays!!! Holidays should be the time to relax and rest. But why on earth the exams have to be right after holidays!!! Cannot play until syok syok!!=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lately I found that I am beginning to turn into an aunty. Not to say it's bad or what, just aunty la. Monday &amp;amp; Wednesday went to play badminton with xiao fang lao shi and also a group of aunties. Not exactly all are aunties, got an uncle and another 4 younger boys. Saturday &amp;amp; Sunday pula play volleyball with xiao fang lao shi also. But majority of the people here are uncles la. Conclusion, I just FEEL like being an aunty. But it's no biggie. And these aunties &amp;amp; uncles are not those who walk very slow punya le.... These aunties &amp;amp; uncles macam in their 20s. And you know what? My volleyball burst di!! It got scratches on it!!! The thing not even 1 year old yet!! It's birthday is on the 15th of August!!! You see, I still remembered it!!! This proves those aunties &amp;amp; uncles play until very ganas!!!( No la, my ball hit by the barbed wires, so that's why it punctuated).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sounds funny, but I feel that they are my new idol, and I wanna be like them even in my 60s&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270278714353385242-7024273823630916848?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/7024273823630916848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=7024273823630916848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/7024273823630916848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/7024273823630916848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2009/06/aunty.html' title='Aunty'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-4174389717510322928</id><published>2009-05-30T12:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T22:18:57.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-b0.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3170534137688104880&amp;amp;site=widget-b0.slide.com" style="width: 400px; height: 320px;" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width: 400px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3170534137688104880&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-b0.slide.com/p1/3170534137688104880/bb_t043_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3170534137688104880&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-b0.slide.com/p2/3170534137688104880/bb_t043_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3170534137688104880&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-b0.slide.com/p4/3170534137688104880/bb_t043_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270278714353385242-4174389717510322928?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/4174389717510322928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=4174389717510322928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/4174389717510322928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/4174389717510322928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2009/05/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-5733463530507545466</id><published>2009-05-15T20:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T12:20:53.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back &amp; Rusted</title><content type='html'>I just came back from MSSS volleyball competition in Kuala Selangor and I kinda feel tired now, so I guess I won't blab too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Wasn't in school for five days......XD. I also missed teacher's day &amp;amp; CHS Idol today!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. U-18 da bao liao....But U-15 guys got silver and the girls got bronze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My specs is a gone case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I will start to use contact lens soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I'm wearing my back-up specs now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. U-18 Jersey No.11 from Petaling Perdana waved at me on Wednesday. He just waved, nothing else. =P. He was the best spiker, ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I miss my teammates now, especially Rachel, Kah Mun, Nabilla &amp;amp; Jeh Ying. I also miss Puan Ernice. She helped us a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. We got to celebrate crystal's birthday on Tuesday at a seafood restaurant near the river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I played spelling with Puan Ernice throughout these 5 days.Eg: What the purgatory!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Exam is in one week time, and I'm prepared to be toast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270278714353385242-5733463530507545466?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/5733463530507545466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=5733463530507545466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/5733463530507545466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/5733463530507545466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2009/05/back-rusted.html' title='Back &amp; Rusted'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-8391831877733441602</id><published>2009-05-08T21:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T21:33:13.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once In My Teen Years</title><content type='html'>Today is sports day!! I must say I was pretty lucky today. Of all people, it was me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my camera dirampas!! And for 5 years in school, this was my first. Oh well, guess that's goodbye for my angelic innocence. I thought I could take it to Kuala Selangor next Monday!!!! Blew it!!! Kinda strange, I know that my plan is all ruined but I feel nothing, not even angry or what. Hmm...there's something wrong with my emotions......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I don't wanna blab too much about my emotions. Let's talk about something else. Last Sunday, I finally watched slumdog millionaire. Yesterday was the Yes Man and today was Australia. I feel sooo proud of myself!!! Finally able to watch some nice movies after soo long!! I feel so satisfied. For now. The next 2 weeks, I think I will be suffering - EXAMS!! AGAIN!!! First day Sejarah. T.T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270278714353385242-8391831877733441602?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/8391831877733441602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=8391831877733441602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/8391831877733441602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/8391831877733441602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2009/05/once-in-my-teen-years.html' title='Once In My Teen Years'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-2421169828669795716</id><published>2009-04-26T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T21:44:53.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lately......</title><content type='html'>1. Mom realized the bird in our garden has changed her nest's location. And currently, 2 birds have hatched. But too bad, ma say it doesn't look healthy anyway......Poor thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Ma &amp;amp; pa bought 2 tables, 1 for the outside porch, one under the kampung picture in the living hall. So far, the outside table came only, their the one will come after 3 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Pa bought a hand-made iron, Japanese tea cup, quite expensive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Ma bought lots of passion fruits &amp;amp; mangoes!!! Very sweet ar!!!! But haha, now finished!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Got distinction for the calligraphy states competition!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Wasn't picked for the calligraphy nationals...sob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Beefing up for the volleyball states competition!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. And also beefing up for the flute solo competition!!! Sooner or later I will turn to a cow......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Tired......So lazy to blog &amp;amp; do homework&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I'm missing PMO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270278714353385242-2421169828669795716?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/2421169828669795716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=2421169828669795716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/2421169828669795716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/2421169828669795716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2009/04/lately.html' title='Lately......'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-7353317182326057072</id><published>2009-04-17T22:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T22:18:47.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want Ham &amp; Coco!!</title><content type='html'>I just heard that our school's Penolong Kanan(P.K.) Hal-ehwal Murid, Pn. Lim Yoke Keng and P.K. Kokurikulum, Pn. Kok Pey Shan are retiring this year. I also heard that the next P.K. Koko. is Miss Magaret. Anyway, it's time for them to sit down and relax. hope they will have a peaceful retirement!!! We'll miss you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm....the shortest post so far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270278714353385242-7353317182326057072?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/7353317182326057072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=7353317182326057072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/7353317182326057072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/7353317182326057072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-want-ham-coco.html' title='I Want Ham &amp;amp; Coco!!'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-1217975978410171979</id><published>2009-04-17T22:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T22:05:53.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Last Wrap Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-51.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3170534137684299601&amp;amp;site=widget-51.slide.com" style="width: 400px; height: 344px;" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width: 400px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3170534137684299601&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-51.slide.com/p1/3170534137684299601/bb_t040_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3170534137684299601&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-51.slide.com/p2/3170534137684299601/bb_t040_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;amp;id=3170534137684299601&amp;amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-51.slide.com/m/3170534137684299601/bb_t040_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide9_1.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3170534137684299601&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-51.slide.com/p4/3170534137684299601/bb_t040_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270278714353385242-1217975978410171979?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/1217975978410171979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=1217975978410171979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/1217975978410171979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/1217975978410171979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-last-wrap-up.html' title='My Last Wrap Up'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-6877900753317758696</id><published>2009-04-05T20:58:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T21:15:31.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Wanna Say Thanks!!!! =)</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow's a big day and I just wanna say that I truly appreciate what y'all have gave me for these past few years. I will never forget this valuable gift from y'all! Whether it's about friendship and support, I just feel so proud of y'all. To Jia Hwa, Fiona, Man Ning, Crystal, Siew Hoong, Xiao Yee, Shi Ning and Joanne: Jia1 you2, nu3 li4, bi4 sheng4!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SdishKIp89I/AAAAAAAAARo/IFqt7hrWTwY/s1600-h/%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SdishKIp89I/AAAAAAAAARo/IFqt7hrWTwY/s320/%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321192645394559954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SdisBtHyPnI/AAAAAAAAARg/6IzQZYOcoB0/s1600-h/%283%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SdisBtHyPnI/AAAAAAAAARg/6IzQZYOcoB0/s320/%283%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321192105030336114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270278714353385242-6877900753317758696?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/6877900753317758696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=6877900753317758696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/6877900753317758696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/6877900753317758696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-wanna-say-thanks.html' title='Just Wanna Say Thanks!!!! =)'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SdishKIp89I/AAAAAAAAARo/IFqt7hrWTwY/s72-c/%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-4483112789537406553</id><published>2009-04-03T20:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T21:38:37.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Touched</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/the%20notebook%20movie%20poster" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 218px; height: 319px;" src="http://i257.photobucket.com/albums/hh232/soccergirl575/the-notebook-poster.jpg" alt="NoTeBoOk,FaVoRiTe MoViE. Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/rurouni%20kenshin" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 213px; height: 304px;" src="http://i556.photobucket.com/albums/ss1/micko_29/Anime/13160.jpg" alt="Rurouni Kenshin: Tsuiokuhen Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/moulin%20rouge%20movie%20poster" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 214px; height: 310px;" src="http://i199.photobucket.com/albums/aa301/mAtTiE_052/Moulin-Rouge-Movie-Poster-C10086485.jpg" alt="Moulin Rouge Pictures, Images and Photos" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/titanic%20movie%20poster/mariel2610/Movie-Poster-Titanic.jpg?o=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 213px; height: 344px;" src="http://i320.photobucket.com/albums/nn337/mariel2610/Movie-Poster-Titanic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually just finished watching Samurai X - Reflection, so I'm kinda crazy of it, AGAIN. Well, of all the romantic and heart-touching movies I've watched, these are the only movies that take my breath away. I love them sooooo much!! No matter how many times I watch it over and over again, I will end up tearing. It's so hard to resist that feeling!! Basically, most of these movies have a sad ending. (If not, why would I cry). Yeah, these shows are kinda old too, but they are special in a sort of way. I guessed I will always be stuck in 1985. Hope y'all will catch some of these shows!! It's worth killing your time. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270278714353385242-4483112789537406553?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/4483112789537406553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=4483112789537406553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/4483112789537406553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/4483112789537406553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2009/04/touched.html' title='Touched'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i556.photobucket.com/albums/ss1/micko_29/Anime/th_13160.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-5147423570989656551</id><published>2009-03-31T15:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T15:41:53.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rejected, Moved Out &amp; Starting New</title><content type='html'>heh, my class page rejected. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel like Ve Kenn......=.=" Nevermind that, I will get that over with. For doing that piece a chunk for 2 days until late night, kinda wasted to me. Anyway, I still have five days before my MSSD, kinda nervous because I don't feel prepared. All the teachers in my class are just about to start class, and me, starting to fly off and play ball. I kinda hate and like this time of the year. Get to play to the max and study till you go whacked. It doesn't seem realistic now......cause I just promised myself that I will score better on my next exam last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess I better dig deeper for volleyball. To U-15 &amp;amp;U-18 boys and girls: We must maintain our title, that is - The Golden Quadruplets!!! I don't care how the outcome may be but let's try out best and steal all those gold medals!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohya, congrats to all who did well in their first exams, especially those who failed a few subjects last year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270278714353385242-5147423570989656551?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/5147423570989656551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=5147423570989656551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/5147423570989656551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/5147423570989656551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2009/03/rejected-moved-out-starting-new.html' title='Rejected, Moved Out &amp; Starting New'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-7739104761787837265</id><published>2009-03-28T23:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T23:30:17.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5P3 Class Page</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I was thinking.... since our KT so busy, I must as well help her by letting 5P3 know how our class page looks like - by posting the picture here:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/Sc5CRGScuxI/AAAAAAAAARQ/NkUBS4HL3hs/s1600-h/For+Blog+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/Sc5CRGScuxI/AAAAAAAAARQ/NkUBS4HL3hs/s320/For+Blog+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318261071484336914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/Sc5CRfvYnaI/AAAAAAAAARY/J-bqhLFXgss/s1600-h/For+Blog+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/Sc5CRfvYnaI/AAAAAAAAARY/J-bqhLFXgss/s320/For+Blog+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318261078316588450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hope y'all love it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270278714353385242-7739104761787837265?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/7739104761787837265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=7739104761787837265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/7739104761787837265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/7739104761787837265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2009/03/5p3-class-page.html' title='5P3 Class Page'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/Sc5CRGScuxI/AAAAAAAAARQ/NkUBS4HL3hs/s72-c/For+Blog+%281%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-271344102698886552</id><published>2009-03-28T21:22:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T22:55:24.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking about past " Crabs" &amp; " Sashimi"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It's about 8th of March......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;First, let me salivate you with these:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/Sc4s_va0GMI/AAAAAAAAAPI/arTFC1M3j2Y/s1600-h/%289%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/Sc4s_va0GMI/AAAAAAAAAPI/arTFC1M3j2Y/s320/%289%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318237683543447746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/Sc4s_LY0UoI/AAAAAAAAAPA/-UxzDvGH5ko/s1600-h/%288%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/Sc4s_LY0UoI/AAAAAAAAAPA/-UxzDvGH5ko/s320/%288%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318237673871397506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/Sc4s_DK2cwI/AAAAAAAAAO4/ngIHbnNIdVU/s1600-h/%2810%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/Sc4s_DK2cwI/AAAAAAAAAO4/ngIHbnNIdVU/s320/%2810%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318237671665332994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/Sc4s-n3xnRI/AAAAAAAAAOw/URuqIBvDXxU/s1600-h/%2812%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/Sc4s-n3xnRI/AAAAAAAAAOw/URuqIBvDXxU/s320/%2812%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318237664337566994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Actually, I just wanna emphasize the crabs. It's so big!!! You know those pincers are half the size of your palm. It was one full-of-juicy-meat crab!!! It was coated with salted-egg and some green chili, so it was kinda filling. Anyway, it was worth it. Maybe I've not eaten crabs for a long time and it may seems that I am exaggerating a lot but you just gotta crunch your teeth on this!! The crayfish(third pic.) was not bad either, crunchy~, so was the sea cucumber and the vegetables. It made me left the restaurant with a happy stomach. I still kept thinking about the crabs when school reopened. Maybe that's why I didn't do well in my exams.For your information, the restaurant's name is Green View Restaurant, it's in SS2. Or you can jump into Jia Hwa's blog at the exits for more inquiries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Our next food trip was just recently. I think it was on the 2oth of March.&lt;/span&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/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/Sc4xXt3cwcI/AAAAAAAAAPY/lK1a0Ts1W5c/s1600-h/%2822%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/Sc4xXt3cwcI/AAAAAAAAAPY/lK1a0Ts1W5c/s320/%2822%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318242493490053570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;DO NOT TAKE THE SAUCE LIGHTLY!!! IT'S DELICIOUSLY MAD!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/Sc4xXwHxwHI/AAAAAAAAAPg/pTA-fyoO96Y/s1600-h/%2831%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/Sc4xXwHxwHI/AAAAAAAAAPg/pTA-fyoO96Y/s320/%2831%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318242494095409266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/Sc4xYPj48vI/AAAAAAAAAPo/hzVcoX_NQno/s1600-h/%2833%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/Sc4xYPj48vI/AAAAAAAAAPo/hzVcoX_NQno/s320/%2833%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318242502534820594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/Sc4xY1Sp5II/AAAAAAAAAPw/mKRF3Eu0lgM/s1600-h/%2836%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/Sc403gv0uvI/AAAAAAAAAQA/bB7E67sFBLw/s320/%2840%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318246338259106546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/Sc4038k6_TI/AAAAAAAAAQI/8i-Xfm6abxY/s1600-h/%2841%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/Sc4038k6_TI/AAAAAAAAAQI/8i-Xfm6abxY/s320/%2841%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318246345729572146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/Sc404ZmfaNI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vUTGK3KieZY/s1600-h/%2843%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/Sc404ZmfaNI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/vUTGK3KieZY/s320/%2843%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318246353520781522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/Sc404Tqu7KI/AAAAAAAAAQY/t6JEsO2i1XI/s1600-h/%2844%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/Sc404Tqu7KI/AAAAAAAAAQY/t6JEsO2i1XI/s320/%2844%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318246351927962786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/Sc4043tKX3I/AAAAAAAAAQg/EUWITy9bFRM/s1600-h/%2848%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/Sc4043tKX3I/AAAAAAAAAQg/EUWITy9bFRM/s320/%2848%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318246361601826674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/Sc42uNIGiYI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/5Gbi-rQbI4g/s1600-h/%2817%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/Sc42uNIGiYI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/5Gbi-rQbI4g/s320/%2817%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318248377396660610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/Sc42upjL1rI/AAAAAAAAARI/KQvT9YeXL4g/s1600-h/%2816%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/Sc42upjL1rI/AAAAAAAAARI/KQvT9YeXL4g/s320/%2816%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318248385026447026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/Sc42t7o11II/AAAAAAAAAQo/V9kFGcnXpQo/s1600-h/%2846%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/Sc42t7o11II/AAAAAAAAAQo/V9kFGcnXpQo/s320/%2846%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318248372702139522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/Sc42ue-i-4I/AAAAAAAAARA/r-tN60Yfoas/s1600-h/%2818%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/Sc42ue-i-4I/AAAAAAAAARA/r-tN60Yfoas/s320/%2818%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318248382188419970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ah yes, Sango Japanese Restaurant, located in Crystal Crown Hotel. It's one of the finest Japanese restaurants I've ever eaten in Malaysia. It was a bit unlucky for this trip cause their famous chicken wings were sold out. Anyway, that was the least concerned issue. I really enjoyed every one of the dish. Thanks to pa, who is the expert in Japanese food, I wouldn't experienced it all. My favorite dishes were the Spicy prawn maki (the fourth pic.) and the pregnant fish (the last dish). Nice dinner for a Friday night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270278714353385242-271344102698886552?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/271344102698886552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=271344102698886552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/271344102698886552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/271344102698886552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2009/03/talking-about-past-crabs-sashimi.html' title='Talking about past &quot; Crabs&quot; &amp; &quot; Sashimi&quot;'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/Sc4s_va0GMI/AAAAAAAAAPI/arTFC1M3j2Y/s72-c/%289%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-7043439498083248855</id><published>2009-03-21T23:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T23:38:52.764+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Alone</title><content type='html'>Bye Leng Hui!! Hope you do good in your sixth year!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm not exactly alone, it's just the feeling of emptiness, without my 2 wacky sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more san1-ba4-ness in the house,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more Pikachu addict,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more guitar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more high-class photographers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more heart-to-heart chat,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more people to fight for the computer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more shopping because ma ask me to use your clothes sometimes.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too quiet to be true that this is my house, but there's always granny talking to me all day, yup, and also ma and pa teasing each other and asking me to be the judge of them. More quality time with parents.  It's going to be a loving year for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270278714353385242-7043439498083248855?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/7043439498083248855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=7043439498083248855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/7043439498083248855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/7043439498083248855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2009/03/home-alone.html' title='Home Alone'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-3420420276759420169</id><published>2009-03-21T23:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T23:17:48.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A 16 And A 17</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hey Weil Shern and Si Jun, many apologies for not doing this on that very day, but I guess its not too late....( Sorry lo, I was out for the whole day).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyway......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Belated Birthday to Si Jun &amp;amp; Weil Shern!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(Cough*) Ok....that's done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well, for today its about these 2 young ladies:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Siew Hoong &amp;amp; Vicky!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y'ALL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;At least this was in time... phew!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270278714353385242-3420420276759420169?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/3420420276759420169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=3420420276759420169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/3420420276759420169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/3420420276759420169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2009/03/16-and-17.html' title='A 16 And A 17'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-3027087225504223375</id><published>2009-03-19T17:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T18:45:11.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sorry for the late come back, there was the lots of stuff going on and... aiya, I admit I'm kinda lazy to post right now...haha, but this post is important for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Last two days, I weren't there for you and I got to make this up for you. When I reached home yesterday, I found a note from 'mom'. I really laughed after reading it. Then, I imagined myself way back when I first started fighting with you. Kicking at each other at night when we shared the same bed, biting you for no reason, stealing your dolls and all the brutal wrestlings. Ohya, and sorry for the slightly-chipped-off front tooth that I made by using a chopstick. Hehe, I was childish ma. But now, I feel that I will be able to grow up since you're not around anymore. No more making annoying pikachu's voice and doing lame videos. The other sopo is now busy packing her luggages. So, basically I'm kinda spending more time with ma. Hey, if you are reading this, try to call back, ma looks kinda worried about ya. 365 days b4 i see u or maybe 730 days if i'm flying to else where when u come back. Pikachu's already mama-sick. Don't worry i got feed it tomatoes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hope your doing good in Japan, bye kark!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270278714353385242-3027087225504223375?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/3027087225504223375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=3027087225504223375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/3027087225504223375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/3027087225504223375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2009/03/gone.html' title='Gone'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-2593401804012572746</id><published>2009-03-14T21:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T23:19:34.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to relief stress after panicking for exams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Worried of exams? Don't know what to read and how to score As? Fear not, this feeling won't last long, as long as you do the following steps after a traumatic week for trying to be a nerd:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1. Find a room to shout as loud as possible (Merdeka!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2. Go a 24 hour date with your computer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3. Exercise!!! After sitting for so long, you gotta move your body!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;4. Most importantly, hang out with your friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;5. Go on a vacation!! I wanna go around the world!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;6. SHOPPING!!! (for girls) &amp;amp; GAMING (for guys)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;7. Cause trouble that is not troublesome !!! If there is one......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;8. Shake your mind with music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;9. Dance~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;10. Eat nice food!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270278714353385242-2593401804012572746?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/2593401804012572746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=2593401804012572746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/2593401804012572746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/2593401804012572746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-to-relief-stress-after-panicking.html' title='How to relief stress after panicking for exams'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-9098518110310118084</id><published>2009-02-20T21:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T21:33:35.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Think About The Near Future Now......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In the near future.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;March is full of writing and sitting,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;April is known as the brushing and balling month,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;May is known as the ice breaking time of the year,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;June, you will not find me in Malaysia, but I will be back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;July, more writing and sitting, plus a bit more reading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;August is an auspicious and stage fright month,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;September, my head is in conflagration,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;October, I managed to quench my brain with water,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;November, is the end of the past,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;December, party is always the last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270278714353385242-9098518110310118084?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/9098518110310118084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=9098518110310118084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/9098518110310118084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/9098518110310118084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-i-think-about-near-future-now.html' title='What I Think About The Near Future Now......'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-3775151361969819358</id><published>2009-02-20T21:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T21:34:57.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School Can't Live Without This - Exams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I still have......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 days......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;360 hours......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21600 minutes......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And only......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1296000 puny seconds......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hmm......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What to do, what to do??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Study lo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;T.T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1270278714353385242-3775151361969819358?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/3775151361969819358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=3775151361969819358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/3775151361969819358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/3775151361969819358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2009/02/school-cant-live-without-this-exams.html' title='School Can&apos;t Live Without This - Exams'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-7927204201184160552</id><published>2009-02-06T20:45:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T21:41:49.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Start of A Routinal Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;After a whole week of playing mahjong, card games, jinami and also craving on those new year's tidbits....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;No...., I still wanna keep on playing....it's just that....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;School's reopened and I got to get my lazy butt out of bed every morning. Oh well, that's school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Good news is &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;AFS exchange program&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;is here and most the school toilets are done renovating!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm so looking forward to AFS!!! Now, all I need to do now is pray that I ace the interview...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My top 3 choices of countries (year program):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1. Germany!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;2. Switzerland!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;3. New Zealand!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well actually I don't have any intention for this kinds of program, thanks to my sis, I feel like I'm beginning to like it. But, it will be an ouch for my parents when they pay for this program( if I even get it). So, mom and dad, I will try my best in everything!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My sis will be flying to Japan next month and I need to prepare myself to be slightly lonely for a year. Haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Tomorrow's the first day of welcoming P.M.O newbies!! I hope I will have adorable ones!!! Ohyea, good luck to all F4s and F5s who are going to perform tomorrow!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;HAPPY 18th BIRTHDAY, HONG LIANG!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;P.M.O will always remember you!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270278714353385242-7927204201184160552?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/7927204201184160552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=7927204201184160552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/7927204201184160552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/7927204201184160552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2009/02/start-of-routinal-life.html' title='The Start of A Routinal Life'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-5732445876017415801</id><published>2009-01-26T21:17:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T17:15:45.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anybody Wants Some Cow Flavored Yee Sang??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;First of all, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy Chinese New Year&lt;/span&gt;, ya'all!! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;As usual, the Chin family has been up to something for the past 2 days......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;                                                     CLEANING,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;                                                                        DECORATING,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;                                                                                                PLAYING,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;                                                                                                                CELEBRATING,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;                                                                                                                                       WISHING,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;                                                                                                                                                        EATING.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Actually, I would exclude the cleaning part for me, heheh, thanks to our mom and our maid, our home wouldn't be squeaky clean .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;CNY's here and my mom just can't help without the CNY atmosphere, it's a MUST! Great job ma!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SX3CYaQjHXI/AAAAAAAAANg/E3GxGr2nDNc/s1600-h/DSC09172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SX3CYaQjHXI/AAAAAAAAANg/E3GxGr2nDNc/s320/DSC09172.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295602461478952306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SX3CYqkRCBI/AAAAAAAAANo/FxR_1jA_eEk/s1600-h/DSC09256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SX3CYqkRCBI/AAAAAAAAANo/FxR_1jA_eEk/s320/DSC09256.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295602465856620562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;And we did lots of playing with this little buddy here...he's so cute~~ Our uncle's dog, just 4 months old! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SX3CZlQCY5I/AAAAAAAAAN4/ACxXkE3ZV50/s1600-h/DSC09117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SX3CZlQCY5I/AAAAAAAAAN4/ACxXkE3ZV50/s320/DSC09117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295602481609466770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;For our new year's eve dinner, we had steamboat at our uncle's house!!  Yum!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SX3CaJakEMI/AAAAAAAAAOA/4gLkh1owrlE/s1600-h/DSC09125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SX3CaJakEMI/AAAAAAAAAOA/4gLkh1owrlE/s320/DSC09125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295602491317293250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Then on New Year's day, we made tang yuan!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SX3ItmTyWrI/AAAAAAAAAOI/UEq8xdbhN5U/s1600-h/DSC09202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SX3ItmTyWrI/AAAAAAAAAOI/UEq8xdbhN5U/s320/DSC09202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295609422560778930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SX3ItrTab7I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/C7XcXl5x4n4/s1600-h/DSC09218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SX3ItrTab7I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/C7XcXl5x4n4/s320/DSC09218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295609423901388722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SX3Iub7yVOI/AAAAAAAAAOY/vULcTBL-Jd0/s1600-h/DSC09224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SX3Iub7yVOI/AAAAAAAAAOY/vULcTBL-Jd0/s320/DSC09224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295609436955628770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Later, we had lunch at our grandma's house. And damn! the toufu gan1 are still deliciously same!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SX3Iu4zzOgI/AAAAAAAAAOg/JchlwsZSFfw/s1600-h/DSC09227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SX3Iu4zzOgI/AAAAAAAAAOg/JchlwsZSFfw/s320/DSC09227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295609444706761218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SX3IvKyGgjI/AAAAAAAAAOo/dCfeTZifa68/s1600-h/DSC09229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SX3IvKyGgjI/AAAAAAAAAOo/dCfeTZifa68/s320/DSC09229.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295609449531474482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;=P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270278714353385242-5732445876017415801?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/5732445876017415801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=5732445876017415801' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/5732445876017415801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/5732445876017415801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2009/01/anybody-wants-some-cow-flavored-yee.html' title='Anybody Wants Some Cow Flavored Yee Sang??'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SX3CYaQjHXI/AAAAAAAAANg/E3GxGr2nDNc/s72-c/DSC09172.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-5474549089548034684</id><published>2009-01-20T19:17:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T17:29:58.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy, Relief And No Regrets</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;After a whole week of using the mobile toilets in the school, we female students of CHS finally are able to use some proper toilets, Woo-hoo!! For the guys information, they are lucky that they didn't use the mobile toilets. The toilets were not clean for the whole entire week!! Yesterday was the worst, I nearly couldn't find any toilet that is not clogged. Most of toilets were like either fulled with shit, dirty tampons or  puddles of  I-don't-know-is-it-clean-or-dirty water. I think I shouldn't go into further details, its gonna make me puke. Anyway, on the bright side now is that the renovated toilets are not too bad, actually it's kinda satisfying. Yay!Happy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was also an important day for me to remember. My very last year for MSSD badminton!! The past few weeks, I have been telling myself, I have nothing to lose, nothing at all. Just so to cool myself down. First round was kinda easy, it's just that I still panic a bit....haha, after 5 years, I'm still that way, guess it's a habit. To me, first rounds is always a MUST to win!! Haha, this is my kiasu side. 21-11,21-4, phew!! Made it. Usually, we see the draws before we play. One look at it, I can picture my fate, I knew that second round is gonna be tough, but who says competition is not tough? Well, I think it depends how much you practice to have the want to win. When we were going to play the third set of the match, I always had a feeling that me and my partner could beat them off. I would say that we were half a step close in winning the game. We knew our opponents, and I mean personally know them. Looking back at that game, I just find us kinda funny. It was like we panicked, they panicked, we make mistakes, they make mistakes. She (the opponent) told us that they were scared of us too, haih, tension, nervous, stressed. They wrapped us up at a 15-21,21-18, 16-21, I think. And for once, I accepted this failure without any hesitation. I was relieved that it was over, and I can go back to school the first thing in the morning. I had a feeling that it wasn't just the relief of the end of the match, but also like the end of my high school years.And, I had no regrets, at all, eventhough I think that we could win it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once, I was so stressed-free. Yay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270278714353385242-5474549089548034684?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/5474549089548034684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=5474549089548034684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/5474549089548034684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/5474549089548034684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-relief-and-no-regrets.html' title='Happy, Relief And No Regrets'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-1540870287543130464</id><published>2009-01-18T11:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T17:31:09.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Will Take In Anything And Flush It Down My Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Friday was my last hari gerko for high school.And I managed to be there for a glimpse. Yay for me! I heard there was a power failure in the morning and everyone went to a panic state. Oh well, that's a first for me to see that happen on gerko day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I left the school early that morning for the competition in Klang Parade. Our van got lost on the way.....haha, we arrived after an hour and a half. Anyway, for my category, I had to go to the highest floor. Well, the place was already crowded with students so, we had to go to the end of the floor, which was quite far from the main hall. Actually, the floor we were on was more like a food court, so there was lots of tables and chairs. heheh, yea, we thought we could use the tables to write. So, we ( me, Kai Lun, Jun Siang and another F4 guy, sorry forgotten your name!) sat in the food court watching CSI. Hmm.....ya, this is what we do in a competition like this. NOT! As I was saying, watching TV, beside us was some other school teachers, they saw us sitting there (supposedly we should be getting ready to write on the FLOOR not on the table). So she asked us are we watching TV, and then we said yeah. They became angry and said:"OK, you go on watching TV!" I was like O-oh....I think they probably knew what our motive was (we were going to use the tables to write).So, we hurried to the floor, and sat down but still we didn't prepare our brushes or anything , we just sat there like dungus. And when it the competition started, we didn't realize that it started, we memang blur case, slacking around, chatting and so on. After 15 minutes, then we found out...haha, oh well, that's not , it we still didn't get the red papers and the words that we should write. We managed to finish writing, but when Pn. Wong came and see our words, she said we wrote the words wrongly, and we rushed again to find more papers. We finished everything at the very last second! Yay!! We didn't stay for the results, we left earlier because our van came early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to school!!! I quickly went to the school hall to check on the gerko stuff. I felt sorry to all my persatuans because I didn't contribute anything at all. I saw, PS&amp;amp;G, Vball and P.M.O. I just don't know which one I should help!! I ended up helping PMO, because they handed me a flute and ask me to blow it right on the spot spontaneously! I actually think that this method was kinda ineffective cause it's gonna make the hall noisy and irritating. And plus, I should have helped PS&amp;amp;G because they have less members and I was assigned to prepare this activity. I'm so sorry to them!! And also to Vball too. I also won't say that I am not sorry for PMO. Since school reopened, I haven't attend any of their practices yet. I also received comments of me yesterday (It was written on the paper during a meeting that I didn't attend), when I first read the paper, I knew it was not gonna turn out good. But, when I thought about the comments, I realized that what they said and wrote isn't half true at all, but a few were. I was kinda angry and frustrated that sometimes people misunderstands me and see me the opposite way. What I do to help them, it just happens to be a nuisance to them!! ARGGHHH!! I wouldn't cry for hearing this but for telling them  that what they say is definitely wrong. I know that I did some unforgettable mistakes, I know my mistakes pretty well, and I am sorry, but when it comes to stuff that they aren't clear about me, better off keep it in your heart and investigate the rest of the story by yourself before you tell me what I should do. What I do always have a reason, and I chose to be wrong and right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, my family and I just had our first yee sang of the year for dinner!! My father's gonna fly to US next Tuesday and he won't be joining us for CNY, so we half-celebrated CNY a bit earlier.And Leng Hui is coming back next week, just 2 days before the CNY, yay!! And tomorrow is the MSSD for badminton, so, everybody good luck!! This year is  our last time to do our best and I don't wanna miss that little bit of glory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270278714353385242-1540870287543130464?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/1540870287543130464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=1540870287543130464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/1540870287543130464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/1540870287543130464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-will-take-in-anything-and-flush-it.html' title='I Will Take In Anything And Flush It Down My Heart'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-6825269807401126356</id><published>2009-01-13T20:11:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T19:57:56.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School's Back And So Am I</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Thanks, Kark for blogging, is my password that shallow??! Anyway, nothing much has changed in my class except I am sitting behind of the class, Pn. Sally's my form teacher, Datin Lim is my accounts teacher, Moral's Pn. Shan, Sivik's the new teacher, Cik Nur Hidayah, and Li Mian cut her hair!! Other than that, every thing's going fine like usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just been the first week of school, and I'm already tired. I think I've lost my passion. I'm tired of going for badminton competitions.Next Monday's the MSSD, and I know that I'm not prepared yet, and I know that I have nothing to lose since I didn't hold the racket for like one year or so...... I feel like this doesn't interest me like it used to be. My schedules are getting tight too. Somemore Hari Gerko is on this Friday. Worst of all, I won't be able to help around on that very day!! It happened that the caligraphy state competition falls on that day. What a bummer!! I was soo looking forward to that day!!  Luckily, volleyball's competition is on April. Phew! Every year, I get so worried about all of this stuff, especially when two competitions crash on one day!! It happened once and I had to rush to one place to another. Then, there's also  the CNY. When there's CNY, there's jobs for me too, like writing caligraphy to hang around the house, but i wouldn't take this as a burden, this one is amusing to me. It's the competitions that give me the stress. Ohya, talking about stress, today we had a stress management talk, and Lim Yoke Keng happens to be a major stress among students. Haha!!! I like that one. Now, all I need is optimism to get me through this whole year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270278714353385242-6825269807401126356?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/6825269807401126356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=6825269807401126356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/6825269807401126356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/6825269807401126356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2009/01/schools-back-and-so-am-i.html' title='School&apos;s Back And So Am I'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-4330761985653376075</id><published>2009-01-11T10:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T17:32:51.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hi! For those less informed, I am this little pig's elder sister! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;She can't blog right now 'cause she's too busy with her curriculum activities. My, what a busy busy pig she is. Volleyball, badminton, calligraphy, PMO....etc I swear one day her brain might pop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Since I know her account password, I'll temporarily take over her blog til she finds time. FYI she's doing fine &amp;amp; rolling in money right now with all those calligraphy competitions. (You should see her evil greedy muahahaha laugh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'll blog more about her when I get a funny picture of her. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270278714353385242-4330761985653376075?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/4330761985653376075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=4330761985653376075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/4330761985653376075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/4330761985653376075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2009/01/hi-for-those-less-informed-i-am-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01615964724831331454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0HkPbZ331fw/TU1Vgq-bdWI/AAAAAAAAB4c/tKGvi-xlKTk/s1600/180235_494440508156_698163156_6327272_8248286_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-1589949223094897875</id><published>2009-01-02T16:34:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T17:33:25.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moo~~Is That A Cow??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hello, I-don't-know-why-are-you-here Cow!!! And Happy New Year!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.....It's a new year...New year, new hopes, new aim, new people, new efforts. Somemore what's new ar? Oh yeah, new juniors, new teachers and there's one more thing thats new, what's that a? Yes! New angpaos!! Haha.. MONEY!!! Muahaahaha....(cough*) Ah-em, what I want to say is that there is also chinese new year....hehe...Anyway, I think I got to get prepared for school, yes, I know, it's so fast!!! First, there will be hari gerko, MSSDs, caligraphy competitions, CNY, EXAMS, aiya got SPMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I just realized that getting older too!! Tee-hee!!&lt;br /&gt;I think this year I got to pray too, not just work hard...haha..&lt;br /&gt;Year 09', the year of the cow, if you work hard, you will get what you want and I kinda believe it will happen this year!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270278714353385242-1589949223094897875?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/1589949223094897875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=1589949223094897875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/1589949223094897875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/1589949223094897875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2009/01/moois-that-cow.html' title='Moo~~Is That A Cow??'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-7277648900114876167</id><published>2008-12-24T21:33:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T17:34:13.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something I forgotten to post...hehe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;An outing before the competition with my PMO pals....just to relief stress, I think..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SVI8g-8muII/AAAAAAAAALc/wnc41qk2YUU/s1600-h/%281%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SVI8g-8muII/AAAAAAAAALc/wnc41qk2YUU/s320/%281%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283351850209687682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SVJBS9cErEI/AAAAAAAAANE/mEI9_14yOjE/s1600-h/%288%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SVJBSAgR5BI/AAAAAAAAAM0/PAgYRKkfkeE/s1600-h/%2867%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SVJBSAgR5BI/AAAAAAAAAM0/PAgYRKkfkeE/s320/%2867%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283357090487854098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SVJBSTbqw8I/AAAAAAAAAM8/12egwt4N7JM/s1600-h/%2868%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SVJBSTbqw8I/AAAAAAAAAM8/12egwt4N7JM/s320/%2868%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283357095568786370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/1270278714353385242-7277648900114876167?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/7277648900114876167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=7277648900114876167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/7277648900114876167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/7277648900114876167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2008/12/something-i-forgotten-to-posthehe.html' title='Something I forgotten to post...hehe'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SVI8g-8muII/AAAAAAAAALc/wnc41qk2YUU/s72-c/%281%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-8973681219593530542</id><published>2008-12-24T21:11:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T17:35:26.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too-dles!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SVI16VxkCJI/AAAAAAAAALU/4eRDRnD03WU/s1600-h/DSC08665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SVI16VxkCJI/AAAAAAAAALU/4eRDRnD03WU/s320/DSC08665.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283344589252724882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:century gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;You see the guy sitting in the center?&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, he's the main character and he's flying to Australia soon.&lt;br /&gt;I also would like to thank everyone who came even though not all classmates were present.&lt;br /&gt;So, Tze Herng enjoy your life to the max in Australia and don't get home sick.&lt;br /&gt;Damn!!, I think I ate a lot that night!! ARGH!! Nevermind, I know how to enjoy my life...haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:century gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270278714353385242-8973681219593530542?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/8973681219593530542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=8973681219593530542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/8973681219593530542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/8973681219593530542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2008/12/too-dles.html' title='Too-dles!!!'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SVI16VxkCJI/AAAAAAAAALU/4eRDRnD03WU/s72-c/DSC08665.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-933782688258203664</id><published>2008-12-24T20:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T17:36:10.479+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Worst Has Ended</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;The last two months have been tiring, the purpose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't really know......&lt;br /&gt;But, what I do know is that I've tried my best for this competition.&lt;br /&gt;So, standing in the 9th position out of 14 teams is a satisfaction to me, I guess not.&lt;br /&gt;But, I do respect the judges' decisions.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I've to try harder for the next 2 years&lt;br /&gt;Damn! I'm getting old!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SVIzy6Za47I/AAAAAAAAALM/-KapyDpSiIE/s1600-h/%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SVIzy6Za47I/AAAAAAAAALM/-KapyDpSiIE/s320/%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283342262621365170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At Thean Hou Temple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's that, so what about now?&lt;br /&gt;I just came back from Yee Min's house and look at me now, I'm eating like a pig!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; (her parents really know how to eat)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyway, thanks to Yee Min for accommodating me for the past 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;It's not even Christmas or CNY, and I feel like I'm gaining Lbs!&lt;br /&gt;School's gonna reopen soon too and I'm not done having fun!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ready for SPM!!!&lt;br /&gt;I just hope time would take a rest just like us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270278714353385242-933782688258203664?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/933782688258203664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=933782688258203664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/933782688258203664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/933782688258203664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2008/12/worst-has-ended.html' title='The Worst Has Ended'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SVIzy6Za47I/AAAAAAAAALM/-KapyDpSiIE/s72-c/%282%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-5012709944218043119</id><published>2008-12-14T15:42:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T17:36:43.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom Night 08 - KL Hilton</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes, I know I'm not a form 5 yet and it's not quite right to be a busy body to go to senior prom. But hey, at least I get to know what the seniors do during prom. To me, it's nothing special, people there just have fun and take photographs since this is the only time they will dress like celebrities...haha. I'm totally satisfied with the food (of course mar, KL HILTON!!)but the entertainment could be a little better. Overall, great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SUTEWd-JziI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/bO-TFRWmzqI/s1600-h/%2811%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SUTEWd-JziI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/bO-TFRWmzqI/s320/%2811%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279560553466547746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SUTEWg_tLGI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8rLm3xH-TLc/s1600-h/%2817%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SUTEWg_tLGI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/8rLm3xH-TLc/s320/%2817%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279560554278366306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SUTEW5lC6nI/AAAAAAAAAKE/ENDDgQiXdyw/s1600-h/%2818%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SUTEW5lC6nI/AAAAAAAAAKE/ENDDgQiXdyw/s320/%2818%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279560560877431410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SUTEXK-2Q0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/sLQVPGI9sBk/s1600-h/%2819%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SUTEXK-2Q0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/sLQVPGI9sBk/s320/%2819%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279560565549056834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SUTEXqRC2dI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0I999mXAV90/s1600-h/%2820%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SUTEXqRC2dI/AAAAAAAAAKU/0I999mXAV90/s320/%2820%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279560573946878418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SUTHxXRyglI/AAAAAAAAAKc/x98cKQ7Xlt0/s1600-h/%2821%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SUTHxXRyglI/AAAAAAAAAKc/x98cKQ7Xlt0/s320/%2821%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279564314061210194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SUTHx6pKfwI/AAAAAAAAAKk/uyu35PzATXA/s1600-h/%2822%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SUTHx6pKfwI/AAAAAAAAAKk/uyu35PzATXA/s320/%2822%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279564323554492162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SUTJpHKYI4I/AAAAAAAAAK0/9KkPQs83x6A/s1600-h/%2812%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SUTJpHKYI4I/AAAAAAAAAK0/9KkPQs83x6A/s320/%2812%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279566371319456642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SUTJp3Pj1SI/AAAAAAAAALE/vn9eCyFwb3U/s1600-h/%2816%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SUTJp3Pj1SI/AAAAAAAAALE/vn9eCyFwb3U/s320/%2816%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279566384226096418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SUTJpVprDdI/AAAAAAAAAK8/96HP85PTWGk/s1600-h/%2814%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SUTJpVprDdI/AAAAAAAAAK8/96HP85PTWGk/s320/%2814%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279566375208816082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Heh, it was too bad that I couldn't get much nice pictures with Shin Yi!! Lots of pictures were too blur!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270278714353385242-5012709944218043119?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/5012709944218043119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=5012709944218043119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/5012709944218043119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/5012709944218043119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2008/12/prom-night-08-kl-hilton.html' title='Prom Night 08 - KL Hilton'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SUTEWd-JziI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/bO-TFRWmzqI/s72-c/%2811%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-3943851638095262996</id><published>2008-12-12T22:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T17:37:34.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back From Vietnam</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ga Ran Kentucky! It means KFC in Vietnamese...Haha, that's the only word I've learnt so far. Anyway, I enjoyed most of the time on this trip. It was kinda different and the food there were famishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SUJ9MW3nVNI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Vqsm1FSwT3Q/s1600-h/100_5870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SUJ9MW3nVNI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Vqsm1FSwT3Q/s320/100_5870.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278919364482389202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I like this pic sooo much!! kah men is soo pig!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SUJ9M5xidnI/AAAAAAAAAIs/63yWIk-6ap4/s1600-h/100_5903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SUJ9M5xidnI/AAAAAAAAAIs/63yWIk-6ap4/s320/100_5903.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278919373852145266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is how the road looks like everyday!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SUJ9NujlMJI/AAAAAAAAAI8/VQkyiv75Bgs/s1600-h/DSC07967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SUJ9NujlMJI/AAAAAAAAAI8/VQkyiv75Bgs/s320/DSC07967.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278919388020682898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yay! We managed to enter the hotel in one piece!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SUJ9N8yPHXI/AAAAAAAAAJE/uFIHYnV6Eys/s1600-h/DSC08029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SUJ9N8yPHXI/AAAAAAAAAJE/uFIHYnV6Eys/s320/DSC08029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278919391840247154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lots of FRUITS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SUJ9NUOBvjI/AAAAAAAAAI0/pqJzmL9Rop8/s1600-h/100_5928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SUJ9NUOBvjI/AAAAAAAAAI0/pqJzmL9Rop8/s320/100_5928.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278919380950957618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Going for exotic wine? My sisters bought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; 2 bottles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SUKAiJN4z3I/AAAAAAAAAJU/DEnFeayfle0/s1600-h/DSC08150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SUKAiJN4z3I/AAAAAAAAAJU/DEnFeayfle0/s320/DSC08150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278923037309718386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our second pig picture...KM's lips soften adi.....not so nice adi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SUKAjNr00YI/AAAAAAAAAJc/PuU7Mdav5Fc/s1600-h/DSC08151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SUKAjNr00YI/AAAAAAAAAJc/PuU7Mdav5Fc/s320/DSC08151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278923055688896898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;haha...mama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SUKAhgIJyxI/AAAAAAAAAJM/s9qlcx3XOD8/s1600-h/DSC08095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SUKAhgIJyxI/AAAAAAAAAJM/s9qlcx3XOD8/s320/DSC08095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278923026279811858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I get to use a real AK 47!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SUKAjbCzxXI/AAAAAAAAAJk/2znbBwBLn8g/s1600-h/DSC08214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SUKAjbCzxXI/AAAAAAAAAJk/2znbBwBLn8g/s320/DSC08214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278923059274958194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were actually trying to imitate a statue....lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SUKAk31Si2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/hob7Faj8WfI/s1600-h/DSC08409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SUKAk31Si2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/hob7Faj8WfI/s320/DSC08409.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278923084182752098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The vest were kinda smelly....no joke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I can't really describe my whole trip, but I think the photos helped me out. It feels nice to have a break once in a while..haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/1270278714353385242-3943851638095262996?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/3943851638095262996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=3943851638095262996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/3943851638095262996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/3943851638095262996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2008/12/back-from-vietnam.html' title='Back From Vietnam'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SUJ9MW3nVNI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Vqsm1FSwT3Q/s72-c/100_5870.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-2929612698921908956</id><published>2008-12-03T17:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T17:38:38.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunway Pyramid Outing with Cousin Ah Ting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;Since we're going to Vietnam this Friday, aunty Ah Yi and cousin Ah Ting came down from Ipoh to take care of the house. So, we went and watched Twilight together. Anyway the show sucks, most of the parts weren't how I thought it would be. Nothing beats the book!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SUEv1ovGMiI/AAAAAAAAAIE/fqAW3KXmrGg/s1600-h/%284%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SUEv1ovGMiI/AAAAAAAAAIE/fqAW3KXmrGg/s320/%284%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278552836769460770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    Ah Ting, Leng Hui, me, Kah Men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SUEv2MtyW8I/AAAAAAAAAIM/DdrndBV12qA/s1600-h/%286%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SUEv2MtyW8I/AAAAAAAAAIM/DdrndBV12qA/s320/%286%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278552846427642818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SUEv2bIjCiI/AAAAAAAAAIU/KptHOb8dYWk/s1600-h/%2819%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SUEv2bIjCiI/AAAAAAAAAIU/KptHOb8dYWk/s320/%2819%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278552850297981474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SUEv267u3XI/AAAAAAAAAIc/d8juGdoxno8/s1600-h/%2823%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SUEv267u3XI/AAAAAAAAAIc/d8juGdoxno8/s320/%2823%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278552858834165106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Edward looks so hideous in this poster....&lt;br /&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/1270278714353385242-2929612698921908956?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/2929612698921908956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=2929612698921908956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/2929612698921908956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/2929612698921908956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2008/12/sunway-pyramid-outing-with-cousin-ah.html' title='Sunway Pyramid Outing with Cousin Ah Ting'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SUEv1ovGMiI/AAAAAAAAAIE/fqAW3KXmrGg/s72-c/%284%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-1491713084851694409</id><published>2008-12-03T16:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T17:39:11.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's This That I'm Feeling?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Being the youngest in the family...can be a stinky blessing... or not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find that I'm always one step behind everyone. No matter is it in talking, thinking, seeing, hearing or what so ever... I feel that da jie isn't the tortoise, I am. It's always have been like this, so I guess it isn't a big deal because it's a bit abnormal for the youngest to be better than their elder sisters. But why am I bringing this up again? Hmm...let me think for a while.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes, It came to me when my eldest sis came back yesterday night. I dunno is it our age differences or what but I always felt there was a gap between me and her. Sometimes she just misunderstood me and vice versa(that's what I think). I still see her as the one who pinched my cheeks when I was a baby because I still remembered it. But whenever she talks to me, she gives me a feeling that she thinks I'm still a 10-year-old kid. I know that why sometimes I can't relate to her is because that my knowledge is not enough.....that's what everyone says. I may know the name of that one thing but I'm still not familiar enough to relate to her. Maybe that's why I'm always jealous of my second elder sis, they talk more things together. And most of the time, when I wanna hear what they are talking about, I would either entered the conversation too late and hear the wrong words or the conversation has ended. And by the time I wanted to know what happened, they started talking about they would like say:''Nolar, its XXXX and XXXXX." And I would answered:''oh.." Haha..I guess I'm too small to know what they are talking about.Naive. Everytime my eldest sis is coming back, I always get excited but when she arrives home, I feel my life is just as usual with Kah Men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I still can communicate well with my second sis....or is it because she had pikachu, and pikachu helped me a bit. I usually play the voice of pikachu and come in her room to annoy her when I'm bored. And laugh a lot by just talking about pikachu. Sometimes I get so bored, I think about stupid things to amuse her with pikachu. Self-entertaing, I guess. I think Kah Men is my tongkat in the house. She helps me a lot, i find it easier to talk to her. Yea, she's my security guard or some sort. So, what is this that I am feeling? Empty? I'm confused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270278714353385242-1491713084851694409?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/1491713084851694409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=1491713084851694409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/1491713084851694409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/1491713084851694409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2008/12/whats-this-that-im-feeling.html' title='What&apos;s This That I&apos;m Feeling?'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-4848442010759665871</id><published>2008-12-03T16:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T17:40:04.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Another Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Another caligraphy competition in Klang, the results won't be out on the same day so, I left after finish writing. I know caligraphy is not so popular but it does help a lot in soothing your emotions. I'm not quite in to competitions, I guess I just wanna gain some experience and meet some new faces..Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I will be flying to Vietnam with my family next Friday. So, my aunt and niece is coming down to take care of my grandma. They will be arriving on Monday. Yea, I can't wait to move in to my sis's room for a few days before we go to Vietnam.(My room will be given to my aunt and niece for a few days). My eldest sis is coming back tonight. I can't wait for her!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270278714353385242-4848442010759665871?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/4848442010759665871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=4848442010759665871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/4848442010759665871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/4848442010759665871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-another-day.html' title='Just Another Day'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-5536617899118737837</id><published>2008-11-27T21:13:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T17:40:25.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>For A Pessimist, I'm Pretty Optimistic</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong face="georgia" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong face="georgia" style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:century gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Just talk yourself up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:century gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And tear yourself down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:century gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You ripped through one wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:century gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Now find a way around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:century gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Well what's the problem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:century gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You've got a lot of nerve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:century gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;What'd you think I would say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:century gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You can't run away, you can't run away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:century gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;So what did you think I would say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:century gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You can't run away, you can't run away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:century gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You wouldn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:century gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I never wanted to say this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:century gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You never wanted to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:century gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I put my faith in you, so much faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:century gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And then you just threw it away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:century gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You threw it away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:century gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I'm not so naive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:century gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;My sorry eyes can see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:century gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The way you fly shy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:century gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Of almost everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:century gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Well, if you give up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:century gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You'll get what you deserve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:century gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;What'd you think I would say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:century gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You can't run away, you can't run away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:century gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;So what did you think I would say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:century gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You can't run away, you can't run away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:century gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You wouldn't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:century gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I never wanted to say this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:century gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You never wanted to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:century gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I put my faith in you, so much faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:century gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And then you just threw it away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:century gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You threw it away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:century gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You were finished long before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:century gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;We had even seen the start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:century gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Why don't you stand up, be a man about it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:century gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Fight with your bare hands about it now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:century gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I never wanted to say this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:century gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You never wanted to stay well did you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:century gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I put my faith in you, so much faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:century gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And then you just threw it away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:century gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I never wanted to say this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:century gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You never wanted to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:century gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I put my faith in you, so much faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:century gothic;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And then you just threw it away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270278714353385242-5536617899118737837?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/5536617899118737837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=5536617899118737837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/5536617899118737837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/5536617899118737837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2008/11/for-pessimist-im-pretty-optimistic.html' title='For A Pessimist, I&apos;m Pretty Optimistic'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-1700410365465295398</id><published>2008-11-27T20:04:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T17:40:40.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookies Anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;Things that I like to do - baking.=)&lt;br /&gt;I always wanted to learn how to cook, it's an interest, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Ace ed-venture's class party is coming, so I thought of making instead of buying. (it makes lots of difference)&lt;br /&gt;So, I went and dig out the ingredients I have in my kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;My sis always tell me that my cakes always taste the same(that's because I just have chocolate chips)&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, I had to finish off the remaining chocolate chips to buy new ingredients&lt;br /&gt;And then I found some cashew nuts, which my mom toasted it a day ago....&lt;br /&gt;So, I added it in.&lt;br /&gt;Everything went fine when I put the the dough in the oven and smelling its sweet fragrance&lt;br /&gt;It's just that I kept on smelling it until I didn't noticed it was already burnt...haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SS6bbvxha4I/AAAAAAAAAH0/9ydP8ZRZwtA/s1600-h/%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SS6bbvxha4I/AAAAAAAAAH0/9ydP8ZRZwtA/s320/%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273323114680380290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hehe...My burnt cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I did it again...&lt;br /&gt;It does sound sad for it to burn but to me..haha it's double fun because I get to do it twice..haha&lt;br /&gt;What am I saying!? It's not funny!! I wasted the dough!!&lt;br /&gt;So the second time was a bit determined to get it right.and it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SS6bcB1plLI/AAAAAAAAAH8/5JAr3gtssRM/s1600-h/%283%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SS6bcB1plLI/AAAAAAAAAH8/5JAr3gtssRM/s320/%283%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273323119529530546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can you see the Ying &amp;amp; Yang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:century gothic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270278714353385242-1700410365465295398?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/1700410365465295398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=1700410365465295398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/1700410365465295398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/1700410365465295398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2008/11/cookies-anyone.html' title='Cookies Anyone?'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SS6bbvxha4I/AAAAAAAAAH0/9ydP8ZRZwtA/s72-c/%282%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-5045518343307931646</id><published>2008-11-18T15:18:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T17:41:00.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carp Funeral</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;What really happens when u get too stubborn to turn on the pond's pump? It's kinda obvious, the fishes die. Maybe my situation is a little different, apparently my house's pump has some problems and my father thought that it will do some good before the repairman comes the next day. Mom on the other hand was telling my father over and over again not to leave the pump off overnight. I think she repeated it 5 to 6 times but my father kept on doing funny faces and asked mom not to say that before it happens. Yea, he did put his hand in a praying position in front of mom. I always wonder is he going back to his childhood. Argh! I think I shouldn't think about it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next morning came. Usually my mom wakes up pretty early around 6a.m. If it weren't for the 6 Japanese carps floating in our pond, the scenery would be breath-taking like always. It was unfortunate for papa that all 6 of the fishes were  the expensive ones.&lt;br /&gt;my mom woke me up around 7 for a jog. And I dunno why she sounded kinda excited that pa made a wrong decision..haha. I guessed mom prayed harder than dad. My father left for jogging earlier than me. So when I was heading to the park, he came back from the park. There, he approached me as if he wasn't disappointed and sad but surprised that all his Japanese carps died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the jog, we were all having breakfast at the patio. Mom and dad were talking about it again. My sis and I were laughing away with pa's lost. My mom than had an idea for pa to remember this lesson - taking photos. So pa dug into the rubbish bin and got the fishes out. Eww!!  Kah Men portrayed the forensic who was busy taking pictures, mom was the undertaker because she wrapped the bodies earlier and pa was the mourner. Well, I was the luckiest one, I portrayed the audience or the passer-bys. Mom  had this now-you-know-la kind of laugh. And the dead fishes all looked like 'dungus', with their eyes wide open, blood leaking out of their mouths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SSJ--7oeCQI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fzhWlUSSFhA/s1600-h/DSC07741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SSJ--7oeCQI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fzhWlUSSFhA/s320/DSC07741.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269914133601323266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you see the blood ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SSJ_AKcRJ5I/AAAAAAAAAHg/DewFSgdpFw0/s1600-h/DSC07745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SSJ_AKcRJ5I/AAAAAAAAAHg/DewFSgdpFw0/s320/DSC07745.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269914154756548498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Satay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SSJ_AlTVTyI/AAAAAAAAAHo/2k2nvvdKtkE/s1600-h/DSC07750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SSJ_AlTVTyI/AAAAAAAAAHo/2k2nvvdKtkE/s320/DSC07750.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269914161966829346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A moment of silence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SSJ-_nswLXI/AAAAAAAAAHY/8VTMzmbU0gY/s1600-h/DSC07754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SSJ-_nswLXI/AAAAAAAAAHY/8VTMzmbU0gY/s320/DSC07754.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269914145430449522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270278714353385242-5045518343307931646?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/5045518343307931646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=5045518343307931646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/5045518343307931646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/5045518343307931646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2008/11/carp-funeral.html' title='Carp Funeral'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SSJ--7oeCQI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fzhWlUSSFhA/s72-c/DSC07741.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-5749206656258473869</id><published>2008-11-14T21:52:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T17:41:19.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taiwanese Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;You know my mom has this gang of friends which me and my sis always call them aunties. One of them well invited us to a cooking demo at Restaurant Sam You, which is near The Mines. We were lucky because we didn't need to pay for this. One of the aunties was a member of the sponsor club. And this club was meant for single moms. Name of organization: Chun1 hui1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day, I woke up early because the road trip was going to be long. Yeah, you can imagine me siting around with lots of aunties speaking in hokkien and Cantonese. Anyway, there were a few young girls around, which made me feel a bit comfortable. We sat right in front of the cooking table which was quite a good view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started off with the savoury dishes, which was guided by this famous Taiwanese chef, Chef Zheng. For me, I always wanted to further course in culinary arts, so this was my opportunity to dig as much info as I can from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was fascinated that Taiwanese chef uses a lot of sauces. There was shao4 xing1 jiu3, rice wine, HP sauce and plum sauce, honey, tomato sauce, black sauce and soya sauce. I also realized that chicken doesn't go good with shao4 xing1 jiu3 but prawns do. There were 4 recipes for Chef Zheng to introduce. One of them was a fruit salad with pork. This was kinda interesting cause it had lime, chilli, white pepper. sesames and milk. At first, I thought it was interesting when I looked at the recipe but after witnessing the cooking process, Woah! It looks unhealthy, I bet he used more sauce than the meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this was nothing compared to the second dish, that is the fermented carrot with chilies, cooked almost like Sichuan style. Not to be rude of how he cooks it, but I was shocked to see him fill half of the wok with oil. And he just uses it to fry the chilies and garlic. And obviously, there was a layer of greasy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;yellow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;oil on his dish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was prawns with crabs egg. This dish was much better. It was healthier and interesting. He used a towel to wrap around the shelled prawns to dry it. Then, he adds the seasoning and starch. And to make it nice and chewy, he grabbed a handful of prawns, lift it high and bang it in the mixing bowl. He said this will enhanced the rubbery texture in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last dish was a clay pot chicken with basil leaves. Most of his dishes required lots of seasoning and sauces to enhance it's flavouring. In the end of this session, we get to taste a bit of all four dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SR7oPcvRsTI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aCuq3qmlc8w/s1600-h/%281%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SR7oPcvRsTI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aCuq3qmlc8w/s320/%281%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268903966180225330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From top left, clockwise: chily carrot, clay pot chicken, prawn on spinach and salad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SR7oQMMFYeI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/MIAc9aq0gnk/s1600-h/%283%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SR7oQMMFYeI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/MIAc9aq0gnk/s320/%283%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268903978917519842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SR7oPxc-eII/AAAAAAAAAGI/1bGJCizeWj8/s1600-h/%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SR7oPxc-eII/AAAAAAAAAGI/1bGJCizeWj8/s320/%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268903971740612738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SR7oQSGXiuI/AAAAAAAAAGY/MUSIkMJDwkQ/s1600-h/%2811%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SR7oQSGXiuI/AAAAAAAAAGY/MUSIkMJDwkQ/s320/%2811%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268903980504156898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taking a photo with Chef Zheng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;This session ended around noon, so we had our lunch at this restaurant as lunch was provided. Later, the cooking demo was continued by another chef, who I call the sugary chef, named Chef Cheng. She did 3 recipes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First it was the green tea tart. Ingredients like eggs, white sugar, honey, grape molasses, a kind of nut paste (sorry don't know how to translate it), bran powder, low protein flour ad green tea paste. For this, she used a moon cake like mould to put the tarts in shape. She taught us how to knock the dough out from the mould and close the skin of the tart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another recipe she did was the coffee tart. This tart was also interesting, she showed how to form many linings of the skin and do the decorations with egg whites and sesames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last recipe was most of the aunties anticipated for - pineapple tarts. I can say that pineapple tarts are quite common in Malaysia, and also one of Malaysia's favorite delicacies. This recipe is one of my favorite to because she added 2 kinds of cheese that were Parmesan cheese and cheddar cheese. The mould for this dish was quite different too. You know in Malaysia, the pineapple tarts have the shape of a pineapple, but what she did was in neat rectangles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also has this weighing machine to weigh small portion of dough, it looked quite useful to her. And we also tasted it before we left that place. The pineapple tarts were actually not bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SR7rNTzFKfI/AAAAAAAAAGo/3gzP1t-T-RE/s1600-h/%286%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SR7rNTzFKfI/AAAAAAAAAGo/3gzP1t-T-RE/s320/%286%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268907227955407346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Green tea tarts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SR7rOHaAxqI/AAAAAAAAAG4/JuteRtz6j6w/s1600-h/%2812%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SR7rOHaAxqI/AAAAAAAAAG4/JuteRtz6j6w/s320/%2812%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268907241808905890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Coffee tarts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SR7rNhccU1I/AAAAAAAAAGw/1RaesZlMaJ8/s1600-h/%287%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SR7rNhccU1I/AAAAAAAAAGw/1RaesZlMaJ8/s320/%287%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268907231618552658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pineapple tarts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SR7rOU9lvJI/AAAAAAAAAHA/LV65RJFvpoU/s1600-h/%2813%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SR7rOU9lvJI/AAAAAAAAAHA/LV65RJFvpoU/s320/%2813%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268907245447789714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SR7rO1MavYI/AAAAAAAAAHI/GRHF9XQbqBc/s1600-h/%2810%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SR7rO1MavYI/AAAAAAAAAHI/GRHF9XQbqBc/s320/%2810%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268907254099918210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270278714353385242-5749206656258473869?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/5749206656258473869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=5749206656258473869' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/5749206656258473869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/5749206656258473869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2008/11/taiwanese-experience.html' title='Taiwanese Experience'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SR7oPcvRsTI/AAAAAAAAAGA/aCuq3qmlc8w/s72-c/%281%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-6398477799992577853</id><published>2008-11-14T21:00:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T17:41:34.039+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored and Fooling Around</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span&gt;You know what? I can't stand another week of holidays anymore!! Not to say that I hate the holidays, but just too free to be doing nothing. I sleep, eat, watch tv, eat again, eat some more, exercise  sometimes,  eat and back to sleep. Oh ya, and a bit of quality time with pikachu and family. Then, one morning, I woke up early around 5.30a .m. My sis was having SPM, so mostly everyone in the house were awake by that time except for me, supposedly. So, why did I wake up so early? Desperation. "Ma, can I follow pa out to Holiday Villa? I have nothing to do..." My mum was slightly amused and giggling. She told me that pa was going to the bank with ma to sign some documents. My face sunk, of all days why does it have to be the day I woke up so early. Not to say it was their wrong, I didn't ask at the first place. Anyway, I begged them to follow them eventhough I preferred to sweat it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hakka mee was on the menu for our breakfast in Taipan, USJ 8. Pa enjoys it very much. Following on, we went and collect pa's blood test at the BP lab. It was exciting at first, watching pa's face gone hysterical and worried as he saw his results. Well, many of the results weren't at the optimum rate but that doesn't mean that he is in grave danger, just need to watch out a little. So, I waited outside the room where ma and pa were listening to the doctor. It took them half an hour to finish. And all I heard was mom laughing all the way till the end with the doctor. Obviously ma was laughing at pa's anxiety. Ma said that pa kept on asking  without listening and was jumping into conclusions. Haha, oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, we went to standard charter bank. The documents. Boring as I expected. Anyway I enjoyed the free biscuits, beverage, air-con., newspaper, magazines and the nice, pretty toilet. It didn't take long for them to finish. From here me and my ma parted with pa cause he had to go to work. It was running kinda late. So mom had aunty June to fetch back home. While waiting for her to arrived we went to true fitness center. Mom always goes there for yoga and she thought that maybe I could apply for the free-try card for 15 days. Our request was rejected in the end cause I need to be 18. Immediately, my mom came up with an idea, she said use da jie's IC la, you sure look like her and you don't look like a kid around 16. That actually sounds like a good idea..... Heheheh, imagine yourself being 23 years old when you're 16....not bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270278714353385242-6398477799992577853?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/6398477799992577853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=6398477799992577853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/6398477799992577853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/6398477799992577853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2008/11/bored-and-fooling-around.html' title='Bored and Fooling Around'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-8270280790529957460</id><published>2008-11-07T22:35:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T17:41:49.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just A Bad Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ahh....exams finished, now for the results...(sob T.T). Wel, that's not the most upsetting thing so far, I just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;passed&lt;/span&gt; all the subjects. Yay! Wait!!! I can't 'yay!' yet, I didn't study thoroughly. So if I studied it would be better......Anyway, I ain't here to talk about that, actually I am because I can talk whatever I want here. OK!! I think I got to stop that! Back to the topic, I was at school as usual, walking in my classroom just like normal days with Pei Lin and Pei Mun and then when I got to my desk, I realized that there were some yellow semi-dried liquid accompanied with shreds of gray fur spatted on my table and my chair. 'No need to panic," I thought, it's just dirty and it needs some cleaning. So, as everyone settled down in class and doing their own business, I simply took the dry cloth on the trolley and tried to wipe the stains away. As I was wiping, a foul stench caught my nostrils. What the heck is that!? Well, it certainly smells bad because it came from a cat!! Unfortunately, I just happened to realized this when I was half way through the table. At first, Mun Mun told me that it was from a cat, but I did not believe it( but stopped wiping it anyway).  Later, two school workers came to our class and cleaned the mess up. And from what I heard, they also said it was a cat's dirty work. And I boomed, I meant in my heart, my bulu roma also stood up!! At the same time, I quickly rushed to the toilet and washed my hands as hard as possible. And you know what my sis told me , "sa2 de4, zhen1 de4 shi 4 zhu1 lai2 de4!" And I agreed with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270278714353385242-8270280790529957460?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/8270280790529957460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=8270280790529957460' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/8270280790529957460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/8270280790529957460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-lazy-life-continues.html' title='Just A Bad Day'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-3267444514074937842</id><published>2008-10-11T12:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T17:42:10.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FINAL EXAMS - Long</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Here's a brief description of my exams. Well, it starts before the raya holidays and ends on the first day of school after PMR. So, it's around 5 weeks of wasted time. First week, exams, second week, the Raya holidays, third week back to exams and fourth week, PMR and then the last week of exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, I just can't stand long, agonizing exams which goes on along with your holidays! It's just stupidly torturing me! Exams at this kind of time? Ridiculous. What I heard from my tuition teacher, she said that the government wanted that way, so the students wouldn't skip school after the exams. What I think is that teachers will be like busy bees to finish our report books and of course it's just killing everyone's time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this explains why I couldn't mess around with my blog and finish reading the Twilight Saga!! At least my exams are coming to an end (I'm in art class). I realized that I wasn't paying much attention to my final exams but who cares? My mom? Yea, I guess I need to blame myself for tempting those 2 books. Ooh, I just feel so satisfied now that everything has settled down and I can enjoy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite everything has calmed down, I need to buckle up for my next volleyball competition on 26th October in Shah Alam. I remembered I got so tensed until I couldn't dig a ball and I wasn't well-prepared. So, I hope I can do better this year. Besides that, I think I got to get back to my orchestra practice too. I'm kinda behind schedule. Yea, I also need to catch up with some Cantonese drama shows and movies!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some photos I wanted to post but just hadn't the time to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some stuff my mom bought back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SPA9wNf1ZHI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ts2LS0X8sJU/s1600-h/DSC06731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SPA9wNf1ZHI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ts2LS0X8sJU/s200/DSC06731.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255768663607567474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SPA9wahuBlI/AAAAAAAAAE4/lpYqap5RUk4/s1600-h/DSC06736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SPA9wahuBlI/AAAAAAAAAE4/lpYqap5RUk4/s200/DSC06736.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255768667105134162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SPBCEoewo0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/avHGtvWKqe0/s1600-h/DSC07057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SPBCEoewo0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/avHGtvWKqe0/s200/DSC07057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255773412494713666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SPBCFDhk47I/AAAAAAAAAFo/1YwUefisFhE/s1600-h/DSC07061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SPBCFDhk47I/AAAAAAAAAFo/1YwUefisFhE/s200/DSC07061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255773419754283954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SPA9wvS-WxI/AAAAAAAAAFA/H0I2CjqCvwo/s1600-h/DSC06738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SPA9wvS-WxI/AAAAAAAAAFA/H0I2CjqCvwo/s200/DSC06738.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255768672680434450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How I celebrated lantern festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SPA9w1XZNzI/AAAAAAAAAFI/i9wDuU888V8/s1600-h/DSC06882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SPA9w1XZNzI/AAAAAAAAAFI/i9wDuU888V8/s200/DSC06882.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255768674309584690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SPA9xBg8jXI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/rMtIoIaVdFQ/s1600-h/DSC06893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SPA9xBg8jXI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/rMtIoIaVdFQ/s200/DSC06893.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255768677570874738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Something I see every morning when I open the windows - cows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SPBCEth9DEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rGJLo_JjVC0/s1600-h/DSC07050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SPBCEth9DEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/rGJLo_JjVC0/s200/DSC07050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255773413850287170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Something me and my sis like doing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SPBCFW4iphI/AAAAAAAAAFw/WwXAAbb1NBo/s1600-h/DSC07091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SPBCFW4iphI/AAAAAAAAAFw/WwXAAbb1NBo/s200/DSC07091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255773424950879762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SPBCFXHJFBI/AAAAAAAAAF4/g_iOhCzbs1c/s1600-h/DSC07095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SPBCFXHJFBI/AAAAAAAAAF4/g_iOhCzbs1c/s200/DSC07095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255773425012118546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270278714353385242-3267444514074937842?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/3267444514074937842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=3267444514074937842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/3267444514074937842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/3267444514074937842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2008/10/final-exams-long.html' title='FINAL EXAMS - Long'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SPA9wNf1ZHI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ts2LS0X8sJU/s72-c/DSC06731.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-1769848977746141497</id><published>2008-09-07T13:30:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T17:42:22.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Touching Farewell</title><content type='html'>Installation, a day of remembrance and appreciation towards our seniors. Each year pasts so quickly, come to think of it, what will happen to me next year and the following year.....? What does it feel like? Relieved? Sober? It just ticks so hard on my mind that how would my year's installation turn out.  For four years I have seen P.M.Os installation. It's funny, sad, exciting and unforgettable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know why, but I find that every time this very day gets closer, it always peels away my old self and forms a new skin on me,  to let me know that I need to hold on for another long and agonizing year. It's always meaningful to me that this occasion has helped me through tough times because it was my seniors who always held my hands through my ups and downs, even when I was in the state to let everything go. Thanks to Sok Sim(05'), Tien Hui (06'), Qiao Li (06'), Mei Xian (06'), Wei Hong (06'), Yik Men (07'), Kah Pin (07'), Chun Chee (08') and Chun Wai (08'), I think I will be able to make it for year 09'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.30 a.m,  the hunt for seniors begin. And whoa, it took us 30 minutes to get the second clue. I guessed we were a group of great detectives. The first clue was " nobody could beat Wei Lian in high pitches, but not in low pitches." Actually, we kept our attention to the title of the clue, that was mu4 min2 san1 chun1. And the first thing we did were we ran outside the room and took the music sheet, that is " mu4 min2 xin1 ge1" and " san1 chun1 lai2 de4 shou4 huo4 yuan2" with our instruments. Haha, we all looked like baffoons, playing the suo3 na4 everywhere we went. Another funny part is when we found the two of them, we had to shout," Chun Chee , Chun Wai, hen3 shuai4 !" Later, we also had a station game. Well, I don't really know what everyone was actually doing, because I was one of the station masters. We(Jie Ying, Wei Lun) were the ones in the ''trialaton''. Except this event had sweets in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the tradition goes, F3s were executing the lunch for the seniors. And the theme for their  so -called  restaurant  was  "Going up the beach", translated to chinese  it will sound like this, "Shang4 hai3 tan1". Oh ya, they made a parody out of it alright. They sang the song soulfully just like a group professional choir in front of the F5s. Food was just as always, spaghetti, sushi, fried rice, noodles, ice-creams, pizzas, nuggets, french fries, curry chicken, salads, cendol and some drinks. Looks worthy to me for just RM5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After stuffing our stomachs, we have arrived to the famous moment of truth, aka, crying session. I can't  really tell each and every one of my seniors about their speech here, it would take forever. All I could sum up is, after listening to them, I just felt regrets. Regrets of me, making wrong choices in the past. For not making the best of everything here, I felt that if I could just push a little bit harder, the result would be impeccable. I also felt that standing here is not just about my life, or the others, it is also about the past of someone's. A sudden burden struck me by surprise too, it sounded like it was my turn to clean things up here. And also no matter what, keep my self-esteem up against all odds. Gosh! I feel like I just lose someone important in my life and going through a minor depression stage. I better find a way to get a grip!! National chinese orchestra competition is coming and I hope we will be able to do our best and make it to the top 3. PMO!&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/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SPAlTVbgxaI/AAAAAAAAAEo/SGqd4CXArBw/s1600-h/Chun+Chee+and+Chun+Wai%27s+present+23rd+August+2008+%281%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SPAlTVbgxaI/AAAAAAAAAEo/SGqd4CXArBw/s200/Chun+Chee+and+Chun+Wai%27s+present+23rd+August+2008+%281%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255741779241649570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                              Thx Chun Wai and Chun Chee!!                                                                                &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/1270278714353385242-1769848977746141497?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/1769848977746141497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=1769848977746141497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/1769848977746141497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/1769848977746141497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2008/09/touching-farewell.html' title='A Touching Farewell'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SPAlTVbgxaI/AAAAAAAAAEo/SGqd4CXArBw/s72-c/Chun+Chee+and+Chun+Wai%27s+present+23rd+August+2008+%281%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-7558465040896061973</id><published>2008-09-07T12:22:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T17:42:51.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No....It's Dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SMNej0OK35I/AAAAAAAAADU/F9nGgfoAbZs/s1600-h/DSC06659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SMNej0OK35I/AAAAAAAAADU/F9nGgfoAbZs/s200/DSC06659.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243138360595898258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened that our so called pet,"Roast Duck" has passed away after it grew some feathers on it. And Ah-ha! I knew it from the very beginning that this little bird is abnormal(the- head-continuously-shaking-without-voice-matter). Before we realized it was dead. My mom and sis fed it with some rice, if I am not mistaken. Unfortunately, when they stuffed the rice inside its mouth, the thing just stunned there and didn't move. It made us feel it was kinda retarded. Anyway, it did swallowed some pieces of rice but ended up by giving out bubbled-like poo, as if it had diarrhea. It was definitely sick. A day later, the thing just laid there without moving and that's when we realized it died. Luckily, I wasn't there to watch what happened next(P.M.O installation). Kah Men, my curious sister went and take the whole nest down and have a look at that carcass. By using her own forceps, or should I say a tree branch, she flipped the bird over and man, a bright red worm came crawling out( I think it was a parasite that infected the poor bird due to the other rotten egg). And wow, it was horribly disgusting! No wonder mama bird doesn't want it anymore. As for remembrance, my sis made it grand, she made a grave for it outside our garden.&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/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SMNekjXEgxI/AAAAAAAAADc/bK0pZGprWi0/s1600-h/DSC06661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SMNekjXEgxI/AAAAAAAAADc/bK0pZGprWi0/s200/DSC06661.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243138373249696530" 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/1270278714353385242-7558465040896061973?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/7558465040896061973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=7558465040896061973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/7558465040896061973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/7558465040896061973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2008/09/noits-dead.html' title='No....It&apos;s Dead'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SMNej0OK35I/AAAAAAAAADU/F9nGgfoAbZs/s72-c/DSC06659.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-3780739860765339358</id><published>2008-08-22T18:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T17:43:05.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's ALIVE!!!</title><content type='html'>As you all know that my house is a ''nest'', what I am going to tell you now is that this ''nest'' is going  to grow bigger. A few days ago, my mom and sis realized that one of the bird eggs has hatched. Sadly, their the egg could not survive and couldn't hatch. And now, I have a baby bird in my tree. Well, I guess this little bird is taking a little too much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ecstasy&lt;/span&gt; because it was shaking its head so hard and opening its mouth without a cry. I know it may be normal for a baby bird to react like that but I just find it so funny, as if it has Parkinson's disease or something else. Anyway, it was kinda cute as it hugged the other unhatched egg like a bolster when it slept. Today, it has a few feathers embroidered on its body and I think it will fly away soon.&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/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SK6YprDwKQI/AAAAAAAAACc/AbvtRwgJbwQ/s1600-h/Baby+Bird+%288%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SK6YprDwKQI/AAAAAAAAACc/AbvtRwgJbwQ/s200/Baby+Bird+%288%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237291258378987778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2 days old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SK6YqEOls4I/AAAAAAAAACk/dZnITlZQgWE/s1600-h/Baby+Bird+%2813%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SK6YqEOls4I/AAAAAAAAACk/dZnITlZQgWE/s200/Baby+Bird+%2813%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237291265135326082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2 days later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SK6YqtboL2I/AAAAAAAAACs/4qgYlBfXu4Y/s1600-h/Baby+Bird+%2821%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SK6YqtboL2I/AAAAAAAAACs/4qgYlBfXu4Y/s200/Baby+Bird+%2821%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237291276195868514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sleeping....aw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SK6ZyiaQOsI/AAAAAAAAAC8/mIhdOYB6Wr8/s1600-h/DSC06620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SK6ZyiaQOsI/AAAAAAAAAC8/mIhdOYB6Wr8/s200/DSC06620.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237292510187895490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(sniff*)Almost grown up.....&lt;br /&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/1270278714353385242-3780739860765339358?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/3780739860765339358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=3780739860765339358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/3780739860765339358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/3780739860765339358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-alive.html' title='It&apos;s ALIVE!!!'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SK6YprDwKQI/AAAAAAAAACc/AbvtRwgJbwQ/s72-c/Baby+Bird+%288%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-7038402007364192165</id><published>2008-08-20T22:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T17:43:18.901+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3A2 gathering</title><content type='html'>Just had an amazing outing with my friends. It's good to see my old pals again for like, half a year, I think. I got into Red Box around 11.00 a.m., expecting to find a few people in the room. And yes it was, just a few people were there. There was Wei Lian, Weil Shern, Yung Hsin, Kok Keong and me. Actually, I thought that not much people will show up, but then again......Not long, the room was suffocated with a nearly 20 people. And I thought Weil Shern told me there were like 10 people who were going to make it only.I didn't expect soo many showed up. Puan Lim also came and yeah, she sang like an angel, like always. Damn! I so do envy her. Ended up Puan Lim belanja-ed us (for the karaoke session). Later, we had a group photo before we cleared the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SKwtNhLO__I/AAAAAAAAACU/V54IZkj7BSE/s1600-h/%283%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SKwtNhLO__I/AAAAAAAAACU/V54IZkj7BSE/s320/%283%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236610176992083954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we hit the bowling alley. I actually wanted to play so badly but I did not wear my socks so I ended up walking around with Li Ying and Pooi Ling. We had a cone of baskin robbins though. After helping Li Ying to find a present for Jia Li, we went back to the bowling alley. And I saw Darren playing, hmm........I thought he did not wear socks too. Then, he told me he bought socks from the counter. So, I also followed, without knowing that they all were gonna wrap up the game. When I got to the lane, they all were almost finished with the game......I guessed I was stupid and irrational. Oh well, so much for my three ringgit. Later, we headed to Kenny Roger's to kill lunch. I was actually contented so I just had a fresh fruit salad. And I have never seen Puan Lim so hungry. She left though after lunch. It wasn't that bad, I guessed for such a big group to hang around in Pyramid. Plus, I noticed that many of my friends were walking around too. First, Si Jun, Shu Yi, Shen Wen,then,Likee, Jason followed by Ve Kenn, Pei Ling, Marrieanne and then Yew Kuan. Thanks to Weil Shern for organizing and putting the gathering on this date, I really enjoyed myself. And Thanks to all 3A2s who were present.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270278714353385242-7038402007364192165?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/7038402007364192165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=7038402007364192165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/7038402007364192165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/7038402007364192165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2008/08/3a2-gathering.html' title='3A2 gathering'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SKwtNhLO__I/AAAAAAAAACU/V54IZkj7BSE/s72-c/%283%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-1012963956889842216</id><published>2008-08-17T16:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T17:43:33.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday To Me!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;It's been a year, and I feel that I am getting older. Anyway, I enjoyed my presents, thanks a lot!!&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/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SKfkrIP12TI/AAAAAAAAABs/JSlsu5q6neM/s1600-h/DSC06440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 187px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SKfkrIP12TI/AAAAAAAAABs/JSlsu5q6neM/s320/DSC06440.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235404521440926002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The second book !! My addiction continues......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SKfqEZzyH5I/AAAAAAAAACM/51RuCB33Jwg/s1600-h/DSC06442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 188px; height: 251px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SKfqEZzyH5I/AAAAAAAAACM/51RuCB33Jwg/s320/DSC06442.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235410453209948050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Heheh, my mom always say that I wear the same shoe.Now, I don't need to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SKfkrjFNBuI/AAAAAAAAAB8/5LEofMeVE40/s1600-h/DSC06460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 185px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SKfkrjFNBuI/AAAAAAAAAB8/5LEofMeVE40/s320/DSC06460.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235404528644064994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A key chain (from Hooi Yin)&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;a necklace (from Pei Mun, Pei Lin, Pooi Ling and Yi Jan)&lt;br /&gt;Thx girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, my mom bought me a volleyball and a few shirts!! I feel that I am the luckiest girl in the world!! Since my mom's birthday is just 5 days after my birthday, my sis and I got her a present too. Ain't it unique? My mom saw it at Sunway Pyramid.&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/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SMNlvHgqZBI/AAAAAAAAADk/CNICoiyHmKM/s1600-h/my+first+volleyball.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SMNlvHgqZBI/AAAAAAAAADk/CNICoiyHmKM/s200/my+first+volleyball.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243146251333690386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My very first volleyball!&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/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SKfkr2m1jwI/AAAAAAAAACE/_zIx_g2uKhk/s1600-h/DSC06463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SKfkr2m1jwI/AAAAAAAAACE/_zIx_g2uKhk/s320/DSC06463.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235404533885406978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom's birthday present&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/1270278714353385242-1012963956889842216?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/1012963956889842216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=1012963956889842216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/1012963956889842216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/1012963956889842216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday To Me!!'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SKfkrIP12TI/AAAAAAAAABs/JSlsu5q6neM/s72-c/DSC06440.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-4533058102096695644</id><published>2008-08-17T15:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T17:43:48.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>P.M project......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SKfX0MQxW4I/AAAAAAAAABU/bukBAe-h4i0/s1600-h/13th+August+%289%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 205px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SKfX0MQxW4I/AAAAAAAAABU/bukBAe-h4i0/s320/13th+August+%289%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235390383486229378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Young Kiong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SKfX0tZM0KI/AAAAAAAAABc/OMpGJkOUUac/s1600-h/13th+August+%2810%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 202px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SKfX0tZM0KI/AAAAAAAAABc/OMpGJkOUUac/s320/13th+August+%2810%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235390392379953314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wong Kar Soon praying.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SKfX0wMZO4I/AAAAAAAAABk/LG62VgBbnDw/s1600-h/13th+August+%2811%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SKfX0wMZO4I/AAAAAAAAABk/LG62VgBbnDw/s320/13th+August+%2811%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235390393131547522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                                                                                           Job accomplished&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Later, I was at the P.M.O room and I manage to catch this on video, though he seems like a monkey more than a man, anyway, enjoy the show......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a17aadc97b1ac947" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da17aadc97b1ac947%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329923195%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3C6468764EE4BD38780AD83866DC5A31C72D464D.65B33FA1E0B8637E74422B20462424C8B8DD88AE%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da17aadc97b1ac947%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dr95HuO1N2Gpfk69tOSY5OLtX7wk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da17aadc97b1ac947%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329923195%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3C6468764EE4BD38780AD83866DC5A31C72D464D.65B33FA1E0B8637E74422B20462424C8B8DD88AE%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da17aadc97b1ac947%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dr95HuO1N2Gpfk69tOSY5OLtX7wk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270278714353385242-4533058102096695644?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a17aadc97b1ac947&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/4533058102096695644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=4533058102096695644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/4533058102096695644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/4533058102096695644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2008/08/pm-project.html' title='P.M project......'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SKfX0MQxW4I/AAAAAAAAABU/bukBAe-h4i0/s72-c/13th+August+%289%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-4419382710494713772</id><published>2008-08-10T16:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T17:44:07.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did I Told You That My House Is A Nest?</title><content type='html'>In fact, it is a nest. A nest for me to sleep, a nest for my family, a nest for the frogs (that breed in my pond!), a nest for pikachu to live so happily and yeah, a nest for this fat chubby bird.&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/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SJ6xeFmhZQI/AAAAAAAAABM/AuEDIQ1SPfE/s1600-h/DSC06078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SJ6xeFmhZQI/AAAAAAAAABM/AuEDIQ1SPfE/s320/DSC06078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232814947509036290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aren't they sweet......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My maid realized it when she was sweeping the dried leaves in the garden. My mom was actually proud of this picture. That's because she took this picture. The nest was in one of our bonsai trees and it happened to be a good undercover for momma bird. Hmmm.....I wondered where was papa bird? I bet he dumped her. Anyway, I don't mind birds laying in our garden but frogs, I am a bit chilled about that.&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/1270278714353385242-4419382710494713772?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/4419382710494713772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=4419382710494713772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/4419382710494713772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/4419382710494713772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2008/08/did-i-told-you-that-my-house-is-nest.html' title='Did I Told You That My House Is A Nest?'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SJ6xeFmhZQI/AAAAAAAAABM/AuEDIQ1SPfE/s72-c/DSC06078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-6448055985699432726</id><published>2008-08-08T19:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T17:44:20.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Finally Into It</title><content type='html'>For those who are not familiar with me, now is the time for me to give you a quick detour on me. I remembered when I was around standard one to standard six, I did not read much books, or should I say none, if I am not mistaken. For me, I took English as an effortless subject, until......&lt;br /&gt;High school. Well, the papers got harder as I expected. It sometimes drained all the wits out of me to find the proper words. I think you might be wondering why I am talking about this, but it seems important to me now that language matters a lot ( Many thanks for my dad's lecture on this).&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/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SJ6sFaJr4MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-RUCGtBqCnA/s1600-h/0316160172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SJ6sFaJr4MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-RUCGtBqCnA/s320/0316160172.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232809025970364610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The book that I have read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda start off like a baby aeroplane, that wants to fly so badly. Well, I had lots of trouble to concentrate on the story in a book everytime I read. I gets bored easily, if you don't know. And what made it worse was, I always picked the wrong book to read, ended up with a yawn and drooping eyes. Luckily, I have a book worm in the house---Kah Men. So, I tried pushing my sis to choose a book for me , it didn't worked out at first but when all hopes were lost, she gave me Twilight, by Stephanie Meyer, that she happened to finished reading it for 4 times...... Yeah, I have saw this book in the newspaper before but didn't take much attention to it at first. My sister on the other hand was actually crazy about this book. And now I know why......&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/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SJ6s3YXmSEI/AAAAAAAAABE/HbtO6Huvli0/s1600-h/1_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SJ6s3YXmSEI/AAAAAAAAABE/HbtO6Huvli0/s320/1_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232809884485306434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They even have a Japanese version of Twilight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I started digesting the first few chapters, I felt that this book was kinda different then the ones I have read. Its description was exhilarating, it really gave me a clear picture of the whole story. The author was good at creating the suspense in every chapter. Such as ending every last sentence in every chapter with a suave style. I guessed that made me urged to read on. Now, I am looking forward to the other books but I think I got to control my tendency a bit (My studies are going downhill). As a newbie in the world of reading, I am gladly proud that I have finished the book in 4 days although my sister finished it in one day......so pai2 se3. Anyway, thanks a lot kark~Oh ya, I love Edward Cullen too kark! Don't steal him away from me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270278714353385242-6448055985699432726?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/6448055985699432726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=6448055985699432726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/6448055985699432726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/6448055985699432726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-am-finally-into-in.html' title='I Am Finally Into It'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SJ6sFaJr4MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/-RUCGtBqCnA/s72-c/0316160172.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-3494549958399711072</id><published>2008-07-25T18:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T17:44:36.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Worry Be Happy</title><content type='html'>The Worries:&lt;br /&gt;1. The two frogs in my garden mates every night. How do I know? Well, They are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;freaklingly&lt;/span&gt; loud!! They give out a kind of sound like:" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kwack&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kwack&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kwack&lt;/span&gt;!" And the worse thing is they only mate at night, resulting me having beauty sleep problems. But nothing can be worse than this, the "wife" just made some kids in the lily pond. Or should I say thousands of kids......At first, mom wanted to dig the eggs out, but dad threw the eggs back in again. "I will always follow nature....." That's what he will say. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hm&lt;/span&gt;......Imagine thousands of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;younglings&lt;/span&gt; bouncing around my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. P.M.O and volleyball's Installation drop on the same date and the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You all know that P.M.O 's installation falls on the 23rd of August, but now, volleyball's installation is gonna change their date too, what the heck! My worries go on...talking about worries,  I got my answer today (8/8), volleyball installation will be on the same day as P.M.O's ex-seniors exchange program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Happy Part:&lt;br /&gt;1. Mom disagrees with dad. So now, mom and I will hope the little fishes will be our ally and devour those nasty hopping things. My mom even thought of digging it out again and putting it the bigger pond which has bigger &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;koi&lt;/span&gt; fishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. It happens that P.M.O.'s Installation has change to 23rd of August. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt; for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270278714353385242-3494549958399711072?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/3494549958399711072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=3494549958399711072' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/3494549958399711072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/3494549958399711072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2008/07/dont-worry-be-happy.html' title='Don&apos;t Worry Be Happy'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-3198029671258046753</id><published>2008-07-21T21:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T17:44:50.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi-ni-mi-ni-miney-mo! Which One Should I Go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hmm........Which should I go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;For all Saturdays...... Why must P.M.O Installation crash with volleyball's Installation!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Haiz...Chun Chee not coming too, kinda disappointed. Come to think of it, that night got Chun Chee's concert, must go and support him. Another hectic day for me, I think that day I will skip my bath too. So, if Chun Chee not going, then there's only Chun Wai. If I don't go, he will be lonely but I promised Aaron to come on that day. Arggh! Why do I feel so guilty! If I ask myself which affliction I enjoyed most, I would say is P.M.O, but for volleyball, I feel so relieved, comfortable and happy because I love to play volleyball. I like coach lecturing us, giving us support and lessons on how to play well. In P.M.O, I like to be around with Yee Min, Weil Shern, Chun Chee and Chun Wai. They are nice to talk to and have fun with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But, I think a promise is a promise and I think I should go to volleyball first. Afternoon only go for P.M.O.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270278714353385242-3198029671258046753?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/3198029671258046753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=3198029671258046753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/3198029671258046753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/3198029671258046753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2008/07/mi-ni-mi-ni-miney-mo-which-one-should-i.html' title='Mi-ni-mi-ni-miney-mo! Which One Should I Go?'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1270278714353385242.post-4559020584906641144</id><published>2008-07-20T21:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T17:45:10.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Finally Found Myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SI8X5fj7a-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/qZn2Jijgqao/s1600-h/19th+July+-+Saturday%27s+practice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SI8X5fj7a-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/qZn2Jijgqao/s320/19th+July+-+Saturday%27s+practice.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228423968892611554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Volleyball practice......I finally have the chance to attend it since I finished my exams. Well, I always had this personal problem - emotional and communication problem. I just had a feeling every time I'm around my teammates, I just feel left out, not an important person. Since all the A.G.M.s,  I felt just like the horizon of a half-full water bucket. Here are the afflictions that I'm involved with: Pancaragam Muzik Oriental, Persatuan Sejarah &amp;amp; Geografi and Kelab Bola Tampar. First was the P.M.O(that was a few weeks back), I'm now the assistant treasurer, that was of course what I did not expect. Now, here's where my moodiness begins...... I kept on asking myself, :" Why is it that those people have a higher post then me?" I just kept talking to my head, those people don't have enough experience, how is it they can be better? Was it because of my attendance? Was it because I showed too much of my emo side( I think I'm that kind of person)?Was it because I was a busy person that everyone could not trust? I even questioned my seniors' judgement. Is it because they like this person? It was just one A.G.M., and I began to think every night and day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I realised, how an awful and negative person I was......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SINPYlFGCyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/03G9vTIwXZA/s1600-h/Chun+Chee,+Yee+Min,+Me,+Chun+Wai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SINPYlFGCyI/AAAAAAAAAAc/03G9vTIwXZA/s320/Chun+Chee,+Yee+Min,+Me,+Chun+Wai.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225107276368841506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                            Chun Chee, Yee Min, Me and Chun Wai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next A.G.M. for Persatuan Sejarah &amp;amp; Geografi + Kelab Bola Tampar came along (18/7), these two clubs' A.G.M. was actually at the same time and I had to ran here and there. I decided to go to the Sejarah &amp;amp; Geografi first. I didn't even prepare a report on this year's activities.( I was the secretary). That was one point why I couldn't get a higher post. Plus, the head teacher advisor was there too. Half way throughout the meeting, I was forced to excused myself because I had to go for the volleyball meeting. At the moment, I could recognised what my teacher's eyes were telling me. Disappointment. I was actually a nominee for president and I just threw that opportunity away. Teacher even asked me so that she could secure the place for me. As I turned myself away, i could feel the atmosphere telling me that I will not be a good president. What was worse, I am now the treasurer of this club. When I received this message, I was like WHYY!!!! CAN I NOT HAVE THE SAME POST FOR MY CLUBS!!!! I always wanted some variety in my posts. Maybe because that way, I wouldn't be so bored for what I do everyday. So I guess I stay like an introvert accountant for the rest of my life. But, what I find this matter so ironic is I did not like this club (sejarah...) at all when I was Form1 to Form 3. It was like a dead club that did not have any interesting people or activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am greedy to have the want to get a high post, despite not thinking of the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as I got to the volleyball meeting, it just started. Why I felt disappointed here was, I expected myself to have other posts besides a Form 5 representative. I expect too much from me, I guess. And from all these disappointments,  I concluded myself as a horizon of a half-fulled water bucket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SINOAQAgLuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p8JgUL1bJno/s1600-h/%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SINOAQAgLuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/p8JgUL1bJno/s320/%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225105758883950306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and my volleyball team mates in Sepang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you just read, has actually darken my life. So back to where I was, I went to school for volleyball practice on that Saturday, showing that moody, inconsistent look. I warmed up with my team mates, dug balls, spyke balls as usual but I couldn't concentrate well. I couldn't bare what I have thought for the past few weeks and I just went to Jia Hwa. She told me to be confident and enjoy every single game I had, throw away my sour look every time I did a mistake. And I just did it. It turned out that we won most of the matches. And for the very first time, I  felt the warmth, bond and joy of a team. I realised that spirit is so important. That it just takes one person to be confident and happy to make the whole team to have the will to play hard. I felt I was important again. Or should I say that everyone's spirit is important, not just me alone. I guess I did not live my life to the fullest. I did not give my best at everything. I won't waste every event I have now. I want to be happy and superior. Here, I would like to shout out to my team mates( Jia Hwa, Fiona, Lai Yee, Crystal, Siew Hoong and Man Ning): "THANKS FOR TRUSTING ME! I WONT LET YOU ALL DOWN!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1270278714353385242-4559020584906641144?l=sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/feeds/4559020584906641144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1270278714353385242&amp;postID=4559020584906641144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/4559020584906641144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1270278714353385242/posts/default/4559020584906641144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweet-apocalypse.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-finally-found-myself.html' title='I Finally Found Myself'/><author><name>YLynnz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14560623646411195922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/TAX0yjhOA9I/AAAAAAAAAbA/92CdwMwOlcs/S220/(14)_%E5%89%AF%E6%9C%AC_3.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0C4j_ezBxWQ/SI8X5fj7a-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/qZn2Jijgqao/s72-c/19th+July+-+Saturday%27s+practice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
