<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38484994</id><updated>2009-12-09T22:49:48.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lynn</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnang.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38484994/posts/default?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnang.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38484994/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;orderby=updated'/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>321</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38484994.post-2029919220979115076</id><published>2009-12-09T19:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T19:42:26.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whine like patches does</title><content type='html'>I should make an effort to blog more often (:&lt;br /&gt;So here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to do something now, but I dont know if I can pull it off ): Don't want it to end up being a waste of time. The feeling of that would parallel that of an artpiece which is underappreciated ): Hope it'll work out nice (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHH LIFT. SO HORRIBLE. I don't know what to do ): Like whether is it my fault or what. Am I not getting up correctly that's why there's so much strain on Elias' neck or what. Ahhh, stress. Need to get it right ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentosa was really nice ystd actually, though I got burnt on my shoulders. Besides that, it was pretty good. And I like the photos :D Esp those taken in strong sun hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P2Z5rW413x4/Sx-L2wfBTnI/AAAAAAAABLo/_53R9ef0aYY/s1600-h/DSC06995-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P2Z5rW413x4/Sx-L2wfBTnI/AAAAAAAABLo/_53R9ef0aYY/s320/DSC06995-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413199049966833266" 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/_P2Z5rW413x4/Sx-L3WGp4jI/AAAAAAAABLw/Ktvm7K2H_jM/s1600-h/DSC07015-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P2Z5rW413x4/Sx-L3WGp4jI/AAAAAAAABLw/Ktvm7K2H_jM/s320/DSC07015-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413199060065182258" 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/_P2Z5rW413x4/Sx-L38DgM7I/AAAAAAAABL4/Q2hTKzWXa5c/s1600-h/DSC06969-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P2Z5rW413x4/Sx-L38DgM7I/AAAAAAAABL4/Q2hTKzWXa5c/s320/DSC06969-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413199070252512178" 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/_P2Z5rW413x4/Sx-L4fk7DEI/AAAAAAAABMA/780rKU7Cvjg/s1600-h/DSC06973-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P2Z5rW413x4/Sx-L4fk7DEI/AAAAAAAABMA/780rKU7Cvjg/s320/DSC06973-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413199079787924546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;The best part (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38484994-2029919220979115076?l=lynnang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnang.blogspot.com/feeds/2029919220979115076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38484994&amp;postID=2029919220979115076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38484994/posts/default/2029919220979115076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38484994/posts/default/2029919220979115076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnang.blogspot.com/2009/12/whine-like-patches-does.html' title='Whine like patches does'/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11598953800800977632'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P2Z5rW413x4/Sx-L2wfBTnI/AAAAAAAABLo/_53R9ef0aYY/s72-c/DSC06995-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38484994.post-2616035474122491377</id><published>2009-12-08T21:41:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T22:31:24.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my arms are lobster red, rad.</title><content type='html'>Honestly, what was I thinking? I am only human :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to go about doing it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My back is killing me. So is the inner thigh, though it's not as bad as the back. At times when it hurts at certain places, I feel half paralysed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit] okay I just realised when I said "at certain places" it's very misleading. Clarify. Certain spots of my lower left back. [/edit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get myself clear about certain thing(s). Be sure of what I'm doing. Don't hide or cover up for anything. Don't be so confused. Speak my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easier said than done -.- I don't even know whether to be truthful? Meh. Kay I feel like puking, ate too much for dinner -.- I could very well be drunk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38484994-2616035474122491377?l=lynnang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnang.blogspot.com/feeds/2616035474122491377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38484994&amp;postID=2616035474122491377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38484994/posts/default/2616035474122491377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38484994/posts/default/2616035474122491377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnang.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-arms-are-lobster-red-rad.html' title='my arms are lobster red, rad.'/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11598953800800977632'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38484994.post-7608110981869711933</id><published>2009-12-02T23:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T23:23:18.835+08:00</updated><title type='text'>qwerty</title><content type='html'>Heh heh, very happy because of my nails! &lt;3&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P2Z5rW413x4/SxaBll72SlI/AAAAAAAABK4/NUp7ZYTm4zs/s1600-h/DSC06941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P2Z5rW413x4/SxaBll72SlI/AAAAAAAABK4/NUp7ZYTm4zs/s200/DSC06941.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410654485170506322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy the whole of sunday afternoon :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, I did pt today (meh). Tiring, even though I didn't run much. It's amazing how we do crunches for the whole of one song to the beat. Like if that song has 40 sets of eights, that'd be 320 crunches (WOW). Not counting all sorts of funny positions our legs take. Kay, I need to keep this up for a bit more, I dont want a situation whereby at Open House prac no one can lift me if we're doing partner work ): ): ): Need to stop fast food. Or at most twice a week since I have to eat out sometimes. Meh, hope it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha I know I really lack a photo post but haven't really been in any camwhore mood lately ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I missed class party SIGHHHZZ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's all for now (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WAIT FOUND PHOTOS OF KEVIN GETTING RAPED BY LINUS AND THE GUYS HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P2Z5rW413x4/SxaEa01KDqI/AAAAAAAABLA/WsMEc0lPx9U/s1600-h/05112009232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P2Z5rW413x4/SxaEa01KDqI/AAAAAAAABLA/WsMEc0lPx9U/s320/05112009232.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410657598725295778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P2Z5rW413x4/SxaEbXK0GiI/AAAAAAAABLI/ykYh41fCc6A/s1600-h/05112009233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P2Z5rW413x4/SxaEbXK0GiI/AAAAAAAABLI/ykYh41fCc6A/s320/05112009233.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410657607942937122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P2Z5rW413x4/SxaEbwUaExI/AAAAAAAABLQ/PkeHPr4E7-Q/s1600-h/05112009235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P2Z5rW413x4/SxaEbwUaExI/AAAAAAAABLQ/PkeHPr4E7-Q/s320/05112009235.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410657614694060818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ending off, PAY LEON HAN! + HIS NEW ITOUCH!&lt;br /&gt;See that smirk on his face? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P2Z5rW413x4/SxaEcOAEOdI/AAAAAAAABLY/lOIEFHiiaAE/s1600-h/05112009240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P2Z5rW413x4/SxaEcOAEOdI/AAAAAAAABLY/lOIEFHiiaAE/s320/05112009240.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410657622661806546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P2Z5rW413x4/SxaFTuEW1rI/AAAAAAAABLg/0GVv7kG1YU0/s1600-h/itouch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P2Z5rW413x4/SxaFTuEW1rI/AAAAAAAABLg/0GVv7kG1YU0/s200/itouch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410658576162543282" 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/38484994-7608110981869711933?l=lynnang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnang.blogspot.com/feeds/7608110981869711933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38484994&amp;postID=7608110981869711933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38484994/posts/default/7608110981869711933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38484994/posts/default/7608110981869711933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnang.blogspot.com/2009/12/qwerty.html' title='qwerty'/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11598953800800977632'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_P2Z5rW413x4/SxaBll72SlI/AAAAAAAABK4/NUp7ZYTm4zs/s72-c/DSC06941.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38484994.post-9082728716613168659</id><published>2009-11-26T15:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T17:07:09.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing matters</title><content type='html'>8 drops of chemical X, or maybe a thing that some people are afraid of. 8 drops. Might have more to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have, lets count, 5 potatoes on my arm. Much as I don't want them to disappear, so that I can have a little mark of potato throughout the next six days, but I know it's gonna come off when I bathe ): its like I can't even bring the slightest bit of potato with me. And I hope I don't just disappear from the life of potato either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm a boring girl, it's easier to disappear. Just like how my fbts have disappeared and I can't find them anymore. Why do things even matter grr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38484994-9082728716613168659?l=lynnang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnang.blogspot.com/feeds/9082728716613168659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38484994&amp;postID=9082728716613168659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38484994/posts/default/9082728716613168659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38484994/posts/default/9082728716613168659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnang.blogspot.com/2009/11/8-drops-of-chemical-x-or-maybe-thing.html' title='nothing matters'/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11598953800800977632'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38484994.post-5982208622003178165</id><published>2009-11-24T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T22:24:42.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mentality of a seventeen, body of a fifty-seven.&lt;br /&gt;That sums up pretty much about me.&lt;br /&gt;Only that at fifty-seven I'd have menopaused and stop &lt;I&gt;monthly moodswings&lt;/I&gt;. Oh, alliteration I realised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy because I got the planner which I'm gonna use next year, I'm prepared to fill it up with random things and drawings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annoyed as can be because I'm missing out on quite a few things because of my coming trip to (boring) malaysia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I figured I need to stop whining because even I'm irritating myself hahaha, can't imagine (...). I'm such an arse. 4 months deadline is such a despising and demeaning act but its quite tangible I would say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This's quite funny, watching 2 kids play uno. Girl A puts "blue skip", back to her turn, oh no, no more blue, draw more to try for a blue because getting a skip doesn't help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other lingo, HNMLYTTM (: I actually never thought I'd go this far, much as I'd like it to be longer than that because I've never been anywhere near this. Quite a few ups and downs, but if it's just part and parcel of learning more abt someone, getting to know you more, I'm pretty fine with it (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38484994-5982208622003178165?l=lynnang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnang.blogspot.com/feeds/5982208622003178165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38484994&amp;postID=5982208622003178165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38484994/posts/default/5982208622003178165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38484994/posts/default/5982208622003178165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnang.blogspot.com/2009/11/mentality-of-seventeen-body-of-fifty.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11598953800800977632'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38484994.post-2342050987971387511</id><published>2009-11-18T22:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T22:33:26.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>an obligation to update</title><content type='html'>Life's been pretty boring. No tutorial done, no assignment done. Slacking way too much, which isn't a good thing. Hmm, I kinda want to go work at the universal studio in dec, if I get to do it. Doubt it'll be much fun, might be just some boring admin stuff, but it may just turn out fun hehe :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's been pretty normal, or at least I hope so. I'm not feeling much of the ache I'm supposed to feel, simply because I missed the running part of pt. Oops. I'm considering adding in photos onto this space, but I'm doing most of the updating from my phone, which doesn't allow me to do it. Life's normal with just text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I miss j equally much everyday (: or maybe some days more, some days less. But at least we get to leave school together on most days (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38484994-2342050987971387511?l=lynnang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnang.blogspot.com/feeds/2342050987971387511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38484994&amp;postID=2342050987971387511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38484994/posts/default/2342050987971387511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38484994/posts/default/2342050987971387511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnang.blogspot.com/2009/11/obligation-to-update.html' title='an obligation to update'/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11598953800800977632'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38484994.post-3952080106892063994</id><published>2009-11-12T22:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T22:19:49.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha was walking home really quickly today cos I was thinking I can watch gossip girl. But halfway, I realised my ge ge is at home ): what a bummer -insert xanga's bummed emoticon-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day &lt;br /&gt;"October comes after september???"&lt;br /&gt;-ellyn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38484994-3952080106892063994?l=lynnang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnang.blogspot.com/feeds/3952080106892063994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38484994&amp;postID=3952080106892063994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38484994/posts/default/3952080106892063994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38484994/posts/default/3952080106892063994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnang.blogspot.com/2009/11/haha-was-walking-home-really-quickly.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11598953800800977632'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38484994.post-8909856194791899116</id><published>2009-11-05T21:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T21:29:04.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you humanity, thank you baby love.</title><content type='html'>Thanks for accompanying me and everything today, joining my class and all. Though we really need to camwhore (haven't done it wichoo for ages!) :P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Civics review was kinda sad, I think mr teo's really sweet, taking the time to make the video. I really have no idea how am I going to graduate (assuming I don't retain at j2) next year without bawling my eyes out too much. counting on the fact that I cried during orientation night, cried at this, I'm pretty sure I will next year ): I don't want to leave jc, honestly because I think these two years will be the best years I'm gonna have in my life. I'm really grateful for my friends - my og for always being there and giving me my dose of laughter, my class for giving me a sense of belonging for the very first time, my girlfriends whom I can always always count on, special mention goes out to hwee because I was never rly close to her in rg despite being in the same clique but rj brought us really closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, james (: &lt;br /&gt;Not because it's better than nothing, &lt;br /&gt;but because it's better than everything (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38484994-8909856194791899116?l=lynnang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnang.blogspot.com/feeds/8909856194791899116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38484994&amp;postID=8909856194791899116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38484994/posts/default/8909856194791899116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38484994/posts/default/8909856194791899116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnang.blogspot.com/2009/11/thank-you-humanity-thank-you-baby-love.html' title='Thank you humanity, thank you baby love.'/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11598953800800977632'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38484994.post-7137258125213196240</id><published>2009-10-26T20:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T21:01:06.672+08:00</updated><title type='text'>enough is never enough huh?</title><content type='html'>it's almost like I'm a tool for you. For you to talk to people about, for you to feel good when they go, oh raffles, so smart that sorta thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't even feel like I'm in your life? Like how it feels so wonderful that I'm not being acknowledged for all the work I've put in. No well done, no words of encouragement, yes, absolutely wonderful isn't it. And the worst fact is that people like kevin, ellyn, shaochun, they actually saw it and they know about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I'm just not clever enough huh. Sorry I got SOME fucking Es and Ds. Oh wait, I think you're not satisfied with a C either?! Sorry I'm so stupid I can't take part much in dance concert either? Thanks. A whole lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, I don't think I want to. I just want to sleep and prove how stupid I am. So maybe you can stop thinking that life's a breeze, studying's a breeze. I'm just not someone like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it doesn't help that.............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38484994-7137258125213196240?l=lynnang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnang.blogspot.com/feeds/7137258125213196240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38484994&amp;postID=7137258125213196240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38484994/posts/default/7137258125213196240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38484994/posts/default/7137258125213196240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnang.blogspot.com/2009/10/enough-is-never-enough-huh.html' title='enough is never enough huh?'/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11598953800800977632'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38484994.post-7725111498726983001</id><published>2009-10-19T21:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T21:41:33.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'>things i hold back</title><content type='html'>I must admit there are things which they are once said, it's pretty set for good and there's no turning back. And those are regrets i dont want to live with. life's been good, except for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;occasional&lt;/span&gt; times i get dc-ed from the comp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38484994-7725111498726983001?l=lynnang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnang.blogspot.com/feeds/7725111498726983001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38484994&amp;postID=7725111498726983001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38484994/posts/default/7725111498726983001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38484994/posts/default/7725111498726983001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnang.blogspot.com/2009/10/things-i-hold-back.html' title='things i hold back'/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11598953800800977632'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38484994.post-6116341154450453445</id><published>2009-10-16T22:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T12:22:48.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;I&gt;don't, don't ever ever do it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand the idea of my mom being so chummy with someone else besides my bro and me. Makes me wonder if she even treats me as her daughter or someone else's a better fit than me. I know I'm in not much in a position to complain about it since I'm always throwing tantrums at her and everything but still. Makes me feel really sucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;almost like how I did for today.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38484994-6116341154450453445?l=lynnang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnang.blogspot.com/feeds/6116341154450453445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38484994&amp;postID=6116341154450453445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38484994/posts/default/6116341154450453445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38484994/posts/default/6116341154450453445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnang.blogspot.com/2009/10/dont-dont-ever-ever-do-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11598953800800977632'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38484994.post-7821319018425277791</id><published>2009-10-11T23:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T23:05:43.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to the silliest baby of all time</title><content type='html'>I know you're probably falling asleep right now, as I am too, but I just wanted to say goodnight (: and Ily + imy (: nightzzz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38484994-7821319018425277791?l=lynnang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnang.blogspot.com/feeds/7821319018425277791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38484994&amp;postID=7821319018425277791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38484994/posts/default/7821319018425277791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38484994/posts/default/7821319018425277791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnang.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-silliest-baby-of-all-time.html' title='to the silliest baby of all time'/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11598953800800977632'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38484994.post-2682128950707090531</id><published>2009-10-04T15:59:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T17:25:10.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a reason to keep believing that someday...</title><content type='html'>I feel so undermined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because I didnt put in much effort for cts doesnt mean I wont/am not putting in any for promos. Just because I am not as smart and my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so-called &lt;/span&gt;effort isn't translating into results doesn't mean I'm lazy and I refuse to do any work. Why does everyone just jump to the conclusion of that. Yes I've slacked and slept, but I do know when to do my work and everything, and everything I've done so much for this semester just seems to be a waste because I can't remember anything. Makes me even wonder why I bothered. But yknow, that shouldnt be my mentality so I pressed on anyway. So yes call me stupid call me lazy call me irresponsible, not living up to what I've promised because guess what, I've actually tried. It's just not up to what other people expect. I don't want to be this girl constanting raving and ranting about how stupid I am, how unmotivated I feel anymore. Whoever else saw the effort I put in? No one but myself huh. Who else are those undermining me after all. They do nothing but make me feel like quitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just noticed the layer of dust on my keyboard. I can't actually remember the last time I came online proper. I should spend the rest of my day cleaning and dusting up my keyboard. And then I'll probably proceed to bejeweled blitzing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38484994-2682128950707090531?l=lynnang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnang.blogspot.com/feeds/2682128950707090531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38484994&amp;postID=2682128950707090531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38484994/posts/default/2682128950707090531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38484994/posts/default/2682128950707090531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnang.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-feel-so-undermined.html' title='I need a reason to keep believing that someday...'/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11598953800800977632'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38484994.post-5586471342711378769</id><published>2009-10-03T20:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T21:07:41.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It just occurred to me that today's mid autumn and I'm home alone after talking to aikloong. Haha I don't care I'm still gonna call him aikloong, not kenneth. Have always known him as that anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, then this thought came into my mind. mid autumn, supposed to eat mooncake right. And usually there're words on the mooncake. I wished all my chem formulas, math, bio everything were written on it and I'd eat the mooncake up, digesting everything written on it in the meantime. Wouldn't that be great? I'll be a genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thing is that I wouldn't even cut up the mooncake cos no one's at home booo ): lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and its really annoying how my dad is such a chauvinist. Just because my mom is away he says "you're a girl you better wash the dishes everything". wth, I'll only do it if I want to, who is he to conform my actions. Grr. Let alone open my letters. Honestly. What. The. Hell? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And despite so, I still washed the dishes. MLIA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38484994-5586471342711378769?l=lynnang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnang.blogspot.com/feeds/5586471342711378769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38484994&amp;postID=5586471342711378769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38484994/posts/default/5586471342711378769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38484994/posts/default/5586471342711378769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnang.blogspot.com/2009/10/it-just-occurred-to-me-that-todays-mid.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11598953800800977632'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38484994.post-1821482939836545728</id><published>2009-09-28T21:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T22:29:47.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm just another bitch you wish you never knew</title><content type='html'>I don't deserve anything.&lt;br /&gt;I always screw up anyway, anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I feel like tearing up then eating myself from inside out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;SORRY JAMES ILY&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/38484994-1821482939836545728?l=lynnang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnang.blogspot.com/feeds/1821482939836545728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38484994&amp;postID=1821482939836545728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38484994/posts/default/1821482939836545728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38484994/posts/default/1821482939836545728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnang.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-dont-deserve-anything.html' title='I&apos;m just another bitch you wish you never knew'/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11598953800800977632'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38484994.post-6489781025837313419</id><published>2009-09-27T20:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T20:20:45.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oops sorry james!</title><content type='html'>didi is the cutest boy ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" why the f1 cars drive then the arrow on the road point this way but the cars drive that way! " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then he looks really puzzled but still very curious at the same time. Heh, I love didi he is superdupermegaultimatetothemax qt ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38484994-6489781025837313419?l=lynnang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnang.blogspot.com/feeds/6489781025837313419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38484994&amp;postID=6489781025837313419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38484994/posts/default/6489781025837313419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38484994/posts/default/6489781025837313419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnang.blogspot.com/2009/09/oops-sorry-james.html' title='oops sorry james!'/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11598953800800977632'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38484994.post-2076328383904370823</id><published>2009-09-24T19:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T19:47:23.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a kiss on the rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Yesterday you asked me something I thought you knew, so I told you with a smile, &lt;br /&gt;"In fifteen hours you'll be laying flowers on my grave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's over&lt;/b&gt; tonight."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38484994-2076328383904370823?l=lynnang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnang.blogspot.com/feeds/2076328383904370823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38484994&amp;postID=2076328383904370823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38484994/posts/default/2076328383904370823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38484994/posts/default/2076328383904370823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnang.blogspot.com/2009/09/kiss-on-rose.html' title='a kiss on the rose'/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11598953800800977632'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38484994.post-1231429375854340449</id><published>2009-09-21T22:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T23:03:21.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY HEAD IS EXPLARDING</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P2Z5rW413x4/SreUyxfljnI/AAAAAAAABKo/u-tggwAAbnU/s1600-h/flipflop_mop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 288px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P2Z5rW413x4/SreUyxfljnI/AAAAAAAABKo/u-tggwAAbnU/s320/flipflop_mop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383935479544909426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For lazy people like you and me ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P2Z5rW413x4/SreVBcQYrAI/AAAAAAAABKw/R_aF9LQE4Ww/s1600-h/28082009119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_P2Z5rW413x4/SreVBcQYrAI/AAAAAAAABKw/R_aF9LQE4Ww/s200/28082009119.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383935731542043650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For very much unglam people like me ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Honestly, it hardly even looks like me.... Or at least I hope, if not I must look this disgusting EVERYDAY)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And okay this photo is really disgusting grr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye folksssss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38484994-1231429375854340449?l=lynnang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnang.blogspot.com/feeds/1231429375854340449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38484994&amp;postID=1231429375854340449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38484994/posts/default/1231429375854340449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38484994/posts/default/1231429375854340449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnang.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-head-is-explarding.html' title='MY HEAD IS EXPLARDING'/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11598953800800977632'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P2Z5rW413x4/SreUyxfljnI/AAAAAAAABKo/u-tggwAAbnU/s72-c/flipflop_mop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38484994.post-3158067128742985072</id><published>2009-09-08T20:08:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T21:38:03.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate ___!!!! &lt;font color="white"&gt;He's the most fucked up person I've ever seen. Arggghhhhhh FUCK. why do I have to go through this! I hope M gets a D with D. Arggghh.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[edit]&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;s&gt;hope&lt;/s&gt; VOW that &lt;s&gt;my life doesn't get a replay of&lt;/s&gt; I would not be subjected the same thing when I grow up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not even thinking for an average c anymore, I just want to promote.&lt;br /&gt;[/edit]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38484994-3158067128742985072?l=lynnang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnang.blogspot.com/feeds/3158067128742985072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38484994&amp;postID=3158067128742985072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38484994/posts/default/3158067128742985072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38484994/posts/default/3158067128742985072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnang.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-hate-him-fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11598953800800977632'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38484994.post-4129610417390425992</id><published>2009-09-05T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T21:50:50.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 plates of pumpkin rice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;STUDYING MAKES ME FAT!!&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&gt;:o(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38484994-4129610417390425992?l=lynnang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnang.blogspot.com/feeds/4129610417390425992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38484994&amp;postID=4129610417390425992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38484994/posts/default/4129610417390425992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38484994/posts/default/4129610417390425992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnang.blogspot.com/2009/09/4-plates-of-pumpkin-rice.html' title='4 plates of pumpkin rice'/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11598953800800977632'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38484994.post-1083947389963935691</id><published>2009-09-02T21:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T23:17:42.604+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your eyes don't lie.</title><content type='html'>W.O.N.D.E.R.F.U.L.&lt;br /&gt;L.O.V.E I.T (:&lt;br /&gt;Except that my day can't get any better.&lt;br /&gt;And thankfully I can access wireless from the outside of my house.&lt;br /&gt;My life is GREAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38484994-1083947389963935691?l=lynnang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38484994/posts/default/2637786811189023719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38484994/posts/default/2637786811189023719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnang.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-is-latest-ive-slept-at-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11598953800800977632'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38484994.post-1694596498304869140</id><published>2009-08-30T14:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T14:47:13.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He has a name of Ben, Benjamin.</title><content type='html'>Remember I once said something about having a way sexy brother?&lt;br /&gt;Here it is...&lt;br /&gt;Sexy and Seductive in the hotel room's couch.&lt;br /&gt;Tempted?&lt;br /&gt;Call/mail me for his details.&lt;br /&gt;BTW, LOVE HIS (EPIC) FRINGE, don't you too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P2Z5rW413x4/Spoey4ym_NI/AAAAAAAABKg/VOCasePLfEo/s1600-h/sexybrother.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P2Z5rW413x4/Spoey4ym_NI/AAAAAAAABKg/VOCasePLfEo/s320/sexybrother.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375642964807056594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just realised my EoM has 800+ words I am v.v.v. tempted to not cut down and just submit it since Mrs Lim didnt realised it at consultation anyway. Argh, do the MOE people count it word for word like what GP teachers do for summary? :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38484994-1694596498304869140?l=lynnang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnang.blogspot.com/feeds/1694596498304869140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38484994&amp;postID=1694596498304869140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38484994/posts/default/1694596498304869140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38484994/posts/default/1694596498304869140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnang.blogspot.com/2009/08/he-has-name-of-ben-benjamin.html' title='He has a name of Ben, Benjamin.'/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11598953800800977632'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P2Z5rW413x4/Spoey4ym_NI/AAAAAAAABKg/VOCasePLfEo/s72-c/sexybrother.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38484994.post-2147796852780260819</id><published>2009-08-27T06:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T06:25:11.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the little things in life</title><content type='html'>Math makes me cry.&lt;br /&gt;More specifically math remedial ):&lt;br /&gt;I feel fcuking demoralized.&lt;br /&gt;I miss swearing blatantly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38484994-2147796852780260819?l=lynnang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnang.blogspot.com/feeds/2147796852780260819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38484994&amp;postID=2147796852780260819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38484994/posts/default/2147796852780260819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38484994/posts/default/2147796852780260819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnang.blogspot.com/2009/08/little-things-in-life.html' title='the little things in life'/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11598953800800977632'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38484994.post-8915564438065838146</id><published>2009-08-21T17:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T19:13:44.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One day I have to stop being a wimp, stop crying, stop relying.</title><content type='html'>I am getting used to it.&lt;br /&gt;I am getting used to it.&lt;br /&gt;I am getting used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None should bother about how life is.&lt;br /&gt;One ought to let me wallow in disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;In exasperation. In cough. In self pity.&lt;br /&gt;Where I'll cry again at night just because I feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And ultimately, I need to get used to it..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38484994-8915564438065838146?l=lynnang.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnang.blogspot.com/feeds/8915564438065838146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38484994&amp;postID=8915564438065838146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38484994/posts/default/8915564438065838146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38484994/posts/default/8915564438065838146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnang.blogspot.com/2009/08/one-day-i-have-to-stop-being-wimp-stop.html' title='One day I have to stop being a wimp, stop crying, stop relying.'/><author><name>Lynn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11598953800800977632'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>