<?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-2578383299438852708</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:26:03.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty little secret.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kuabueyloki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12494670718965222251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>63</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2578383299438852708.post-4730550140497584164</id><published>2010-03-10T19:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T19:45:52.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A better home.</title><content type='html'>Hey guys! I've moved! You can choose to relink my new link, or leave it as it is because you can always go to my new blog through this old one, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;but it's better if you relink, though.&lt;/span&gt; This blog might not be here for long. But anyway, here's the url: &lt;a href="http://lynxoniia.livejournal.com/"&gt;lynxoniia.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a side note, my new blog is a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;friends-only journal&lt;/span&gt;, so you may have to create a livejournal account to add me as a friend in order to read my entries. Ignore this if you'd already have a livejournal account. Thanks and bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#E75480;"&gt;Lynn.&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/2578383299438852708-4730550140497584164?l=lynxonia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/feeds/4730550140497584164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2010/03/better-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/4730550140497584164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/4730550140497584164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2010/03/better-home.html' title='A better home.'/><author><name>Kuabueyloki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12494670718965222251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2578383299438852708.post-6659887783389681732</id><published>2010-03-06T00:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T17:00:04.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Note to self: be careful with your heart.</title><content type='html'>Greetings, humans. I know it had been a while to hear from me because I haven't been posting lately. Well, I did posted, but all I posted was some random pictures and quotes. And I'm still deciding whether I should change to tumblr or stick to blog. So far, 5 voted for tumblr and 3 voted for blog. I'm still considering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Kenichi's birthday, so happy 25th birthday! May all your wishes come true. Was disastrous during the outing. I know this planning is like whatthefuck. All was planned perfectly, but ended up because of something, everything went haywire. I'm sick of this. Everytime it's planned out fine, then something has to get in the way. Then why bother planning? Ask someone else to do it next time before I start screaming my head off. FUCKED UP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2578383299438852708-6659887783389681732?l=lynxonia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/feeds/6659887783389681732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2010/03/note-to-self-be-careful-with-your-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/6659887783389681732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/6659887783389681732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2010/03/note-to-self-be-careful-with-your-heart.html' title='Note to self: be careful with your heart.'/><author><name>Kuabueyloki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12494670718965222251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2578383299438852708.post-6928413890511905149</id><published>2010-03-02T21:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T22:19:15.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't say "I miss you" anymore.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt253/pinkavenu-e/commao-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt; I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go; things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they’re right; you believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself. And sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together. - Marilyn Monroe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2578383299438852708-6928413890511905149?l=lynxonia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/feeds/6928413890511905149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-believe-that-everything-happens-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/6928413890511905149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/6928413890511905149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-believe-that-everything-happens-for.html' title='I don&apos;t say &quot;I miss you&quot; anymore.'/><author><name>Kuabueyloki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12494670718965222251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2578383299438852708.post-7908892990747570380</id><published>2010-03-01T22:04:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T22:33:42.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A curious mind knows no limits.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt253/pinkavenu-e/1-4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt253/pinkavenu-e/commao-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt; Most often we fall in love with the person we think we love but to only discover that for them, we are just for passing time while the one who truly loves us remains either a friend or a stranger. So here’s a piece of advice; let go when you’re hurting too much, give up when love isn’t enough, and move on when things are not like before. For sure there is someone out there who will love you even more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2578383299438852708-7908892990747570380?l=lynxonia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/feeds/7908892990747570380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2010/03/curious-mind-knows-no-limits.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/7908892990747570380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/7908892990747570380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2010/03/curious-mind-knows-no-limits.html' title='A curious mind knows no limits.'/><author><name>Kuabueyloki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12494670718965222251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2578383299438852708.post-2781827028641146979</id><published>2010-02-24T17:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T19:01:33.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We break our hearts to see who will mend them.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#E75480;"&gt;My personality:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I’m loud only when I’m high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m obnoxious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I’m sarcastic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m cocky.&lt;br /&gt;I cry easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I have a bad temper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;For the most part, I don’t like people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I’m easy to get along with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to fight.&lt;br /&gt;I have more enemies than friends.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve smoked.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve smoked weed.&lt;br /&gt;I drink coffee.&lt;br /&gt;I clean my room daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#E75480;"&gt;My appearance:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wear makeup.&lt;br /&gt;I wear a piece of jewelry at all times.&lt;br /&gt;I wear contacts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I wear glasses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had braces.&lt;br /&gt;I have braces.&lt;br /&gt;I change my hair color often.&lt;br /&gt;I straighten my hair often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My ears are pierced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I have small feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#E75480;"&gt;Relationships:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m in a relationship now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I’m single.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m crushin’.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve missed an ex before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I’m always scared of being hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An ex has physically abused me at least once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I’ve told someone I loved them when I didn’t.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve told someone I didn’t love them when I did.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been in love more than two times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I believe in love at first sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe lust is more important than love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#E75480;"&gt;Friendships:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I have at least ten friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I’ve gotten a phone call in the last 48 hours from a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve beaten up a friend.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been in a serious fight with a friend.&lt;br /&gt;I can trust at least five people with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#E75480;"&gt;Experiences:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I’ve been on a plane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been on a train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I’ve left the state/province.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Someone close to me has died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I’ve taken a taxi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I’ve taken a city bus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve taken a school bus.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve gone bungee jumping.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve made a speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I’ve been in some sort of club.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I’ve won an award.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve spent 24 hours on the computer straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I’ve been in a physical fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#E75480;"&gt;Music:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I listen to country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I listen to pop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listen to techno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I listen to rock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I’m one of those people who play songs repeatedly until I hate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I download music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I buy CD’s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#E75480;"&gt;Television:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend at least six hours a day watching television.&lt;br /&gt;I watch soap operas daily.&lt;br /&gt;I’m in love with Days Of Our Lives.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve seen and like The OC.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve seen and like One Tree Hill.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve seen and like America’s Next Top Model.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve seen and like Popular.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve seen and like House.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve seen and like 24.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve seen and like CSI.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve seen and like Everwood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#E75480;"&gt;Family life:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get along with both of my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My biological parents are still together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have at least one brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I have at least one sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have at least one step brother/sister.&lt;br /&gt;I have at least one half brother/sister.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been kicked out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve ran away from my home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I’ve sworn at my parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve made my parents cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I’ve lied to my parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I’ve lied to my parents about where I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I’ve lied to my parents about what I’m doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I’ve lied to my parents so I’d be allowed out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve walked out when I’ve been grounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#E75480;"&gt;Hair:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been brown.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had streaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I’ve cut my hair in the past year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve dyed my hair in the past year.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been blonde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I’ve been black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been red.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been light brown.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been medium brown.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had purple/pink.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been blue/green.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve gotten my hair thinned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I use conditioner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve used silk therapy.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve used hot oil treatments.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve curled my hair.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve straightened my hair.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve ironed my hair.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve braided my hair.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had/want dreadlocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#E75480;"&gt;School:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve thrown something at a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve yelled at a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been suspended.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had an in-school suspension.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been sent to the principal’s office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I’ve walked out of class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I’ve skipped an entire day of school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve skipped a whole month of one certain class. (try two months)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I’ve failed a test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I’ve cheated on a test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I’ve helped someone else cheat on a test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve failed Art.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve failed P.E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I’ve failed Math.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve failed Science.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve failed another class.&lt;br /&gt;A teacher has called my parents.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been caught skipping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2578383299438852708-2781827028641146979?l=lynxonia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/feeds/2781827028641146979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2010/02/we-break-our-hearts-to-see-who-will.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/2781827028641146979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/2781827028641146979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2010/02/we-break-our-hearts-to-see-who-will.html' title='We break our hearts to see who will mend them.'/><author><name>Kuabueyloki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12494670718965222251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2578383299438852708.post-7609696334192240735</id><published>2010-02-21T14:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T14:46:18.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is forever?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt253/pinkavenu-e/commao-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt; Lollipops turn into cigarettes. The innocent ones turn into sluts. Homework goes in the trash. Mobile phones are being used in class. Detention becomes suspension. Soda becomes vodka. Bikes become cars. Kisses turn into sex. Remember when getting high meant swinging on the playground? When protection meant wearing a helmet? When the worst things you could get from boys were cooties? Dad’s shoulders were the highest place on earth and mom was your hero? Your worst enemies were your siblings. Race issues were about who ran the fastest. War was only a card game. And the only drug you knew was cough medicine. When wearing a skirt didn’t make you a slut. The most pain you felt was when you skinned your knees, and goodbyes only meant until tomorrow? And we couldn’t wait to grow up? - Reasons why I hate changes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2578383299438852708-7609696334192240735?l=lynxonia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/feeds/7609696334192240735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-is-forever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/7609696334192240735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/7609696334192240735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-is-forever.html' title='What is forever?'/><author><name>Kuabueyloki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12494670718965222251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2578383299438852708.post-4715047497883752679</id><published>2010-02-16T12:06:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T22:08:01.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you love somebody too much?</title><content type='html'>Hi all, how's everyone? I know I haven't been posting for a good two weeks, aye? I'm not sure; I'm lazy to count. I've been busy with Chinese New Year, and before that, the common tests. I don't know how many tests I took. I just scrap through every one of them and prayed that I did well. At least, I hope to do well. Good luck to me. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, my Chinese New Year turned out pretty well. Not as well as I thought, but still, I'm contented. Had dinner reunion with my granny and relatives during New Year's eve. On the first day, went to granny's house in the morning. Saw Martin and Dennis after don'tknowhowmany years. Then went home to rest a while. Played Wahjong with Eddy online. Been playing Viwawa with him since don'tknowwhen. Then went to mom's sister's place at 7.15pm. Saw lots of unfamiliar faces. Plus overcrowding, so I didn't give them oranges. But all of them came up to my randomly and gave me red packets. Even those I didn't know. Funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second day of CNY was kinda bored. Got dragged to the temple by dad. Lion dance is noisy. Then went to granny's house to slack and played mahjong. At 7pm, my family and I went to MacDonalds for dinner. Then dad drove me to the library where I meet Weeting. My family have nothing to do for the night so they wanted to watch the movie with us too. I was kinda pissed because they were so on-purpose. But ended up didn't watch any movie. Weeting and I took the bus to 201 to meet Eddy, and ended up getting hitched in his cousin's boyfriend's car. You should have seen Eddy's face when they drove off suddenly. Was like, laughing too hard. Reached Limli's house and played daidi, mahjong and blackjack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stayed till 12.30am and after that, one by one left. Then Eddy, Richard, Weeting and I left too. Walked from Limli's house to interchange. Scary. I swear I won't walk home with Eddy and Richard anymore. All those scary noises and ghosts keep coming out from their mouths. Then Weeting went home while the three of us continued walking. We spilt at the traffic light there. I was walking to the 201 bus stop until I heard footsteps. I thought there were some old perverts so I turned behind. Saw Eddy, scared the fuck outta me. Hell. I keep asking him to go home, he said later. Then we crossed the road and meet up with Richard again. Then Eddy went back 201 while Richard and I walked home together. Scary night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm bored today. Everyone is busy going to their relatives' house. Limli, Shiping and Miqin are coming to my house later at 3+. I'm not sure they're staying until what time, and I'm not sure whether I'm going Eddy's house after that. Weeting, you better make it to my house. Sushi will tempt you~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2578383299438852708-4715047497883752679?l=lynxonia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/feeds/4715047497883752679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2010/02/can-you-love-somebody-too-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/4715047497883752679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/4715047497883752679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2010/02/can-you-love-somebody-too-much.html' title='Can you love somebody too much?'/><author><name>Kuabueyloki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12494670718965222251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2578383299438852708.post-2691871821654368324</id><published>2010-01-28T18:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T18:33:16.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feels like I'm giving up already.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt253/pinkavenu-e/117.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt253/pinkavenu-e/commao-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt; I had no illusions about love anymore. It came, it went, it left casualties or it didn’t. People weren’t meant to be together forever, regardless of what the songs say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2578383299438852708-2691871821654368324?l=lynxonia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/feeds/2691871821654368324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2010/01/feels-like-im-giving-up-already.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/2691871821654368324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/2691871821654368324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2010/01/feels-like-im-giving-up-already.html' title='Feels like I&apos;m giving up already.'/><author><name>Kuabueyloki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12494670718965222251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2578383299438852708.post-991698131335407279</id><published>2010-01-24T11:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T11:40:22.569+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are my strawberry avalanche.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt253/pinkavenu-e/93.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2578383299438852708-991698131335407279?l=lynxonia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/feeds/991698131335407279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-are-my-strawberry-avalanche.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/991698131335407279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/991698131335407279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2010/01/you-are-my-strawberry-avalanche.html' title='You are my strawberry avalanche.'/><author><name>Kuabueyloki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12494670718965222251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2578383299438852708.post-6398854087533772693</id><published>2010-01-22T20:24:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T15:51:30.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting go is hard, but holding on is harder.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt253/pinkavenu-e/133.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks god, it's Friday. But I still have to wake up early tomorrow because I'm meeting Weeting at her house at 5.30am. Pathetic, right. And on a Saturday too. We're having breakfast with the clique, then off to CIP, then maybe accompany Agnes to Popular before going for my tuition. After that, I'm not sure if I wanna join Weeting and her friends for basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had lunch after school with Weeting, Xinyi and Kyna. After that, Weeting and I went to find my dad while the two of them went home. Dad took us home in his car because my books were heavy; cleared out from the locker by some unknown species without a heart. After which, I spent some time on the computer chatting away on MSN before going out to meet Weeting at the basketball court. Xinyi backed out from it last minute, so it's 2 girls against 7 boys. Then, Kaiquan and Alan came. We played a match. No win, no lose. &lt;s&gt;I got to know all their names: Ed(die) (Weeting's classmate from primary school), Kaiquan (also Weeting's classmate?), Weijie, Yueming, Jovan&lt;/s&gt;. CAN SOMEONE FUCKING TELL ME THEIR NAMES AND STOP PLAYING STUPID GAMES ON IT? I'm so mad when Weeting told me that. And whothehell came to my blog and found out that I've typed the wrong names and didn't tag? Tell me on my tagboard instead of telling it to Eddy. At least I know. Humph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it was quite fun. Everytime Eddy talks, no one listen and he got pissed off and started talking to himself. Yueming's bubbletea got smashed by the ball and after a few minutes, Eddy's ball rolled over the sticky liquid (twice) and he got mad. We changed court because some middle-aged men wanted to use the whole court for a match. When we expressed our unwillingness, they tried convincing, so we ended up walking to the basketball court at the CC there. Split up after buying drinks from Mac because it was late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, I can't believe I went to that court. While talking on the phone with Weeting, I really wanted to turn around and head back home. But found myself going there anyway. Oh, well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;P/S:&lt;/span&gt; I changed my layout! But it looked quite plain, isn't it? So maybe I'll change back to the previous one when I got bored of this white shit. Plus, the entries won't let me justify. Without justifying, the posts looked so messy. But whatever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2578383299438852708-6398854087533772693?l=lynxonia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/feeds/6398854087533772693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2010/01/letting-go-is-hard-but-holding-on-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/6398854087533772693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/6398854087533772693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2010/01/letting-go-is-hard-but-holding-on-is.html' title='Letting go is hard, but holding on is harder.'/><author><name>Kuabueyloki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12494670718965222251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2578383299438852708.post-3334146102351174552</id><published>2010-01-19T22:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T22:24:35.961+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so sick of love songs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt253/pinkavenu-e/111.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop all the insanities, please. I'm so fucking sick of all these. I'm so sick of sitting down in front of my laptop everyday after I got home from school. I'm so sick of not doing anything useful but surfing the net for layouts inspirations because apparently, I'm still not happy with my current one. My sister suggested I should change back to the basic blog layout, but after playing around with html codes for years, I sort of forgot how to edit the basic template. I MIGHT consider that, but for now, since it's the BIG year, I'm going to concentrate on studying and not let my itching fingers type &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;blogskins.com&lt;/span&gt; in the address bar. And I'm so sick of forgetting what homework there are, what I'm supposed to do, and how much time I have. 24 hours a day just isn't enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I still haven't start my heymath work yet. My math file isn't getting any fatter. But I hope I have the time soon. You know how hard it is when you got home at 5-plus, bathe and go to granny's house and then, waste time there and by the time I reached home, it's already 9-plus. And I'm supposed to sleep at 9.30pm, so how the hell couldI do my homework with only half an hour? But seriously, what choices do I still have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;P/S:&lt;/span&gt; I got so sick of pink too that I decided to change to light-blue. Convince me that it's nice and I won't change it EVER again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2578383299438852708-3334146102351174552?l=lynxonia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/feeds/3334146102351174552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-so-sick-of-love-songs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/3334146102351174552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/3334146102351174552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-so-sick-of-love-songs.html' title='I&apos;m so sick of love songs.'/><author><name>Kuabueyloki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12494670718965222251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2578383299438852708.post-3083955544153940202</id><published>2010-01-17T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T17:35:16.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a gay isn't a crime.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt253/pinkavenu-e/LOL7-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2578383299438852708-3083955544153940202?l=lynxonia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/feeds/3083955544153940202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-stars-will-lead-us-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/3083955544153940202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/3083955544153940202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-stars-will-lead-us-home.html' title='Being a gay isn&apos;t a crime.'/><author><name>Kuabueyloki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12494670718965222251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2578383299438852708.post-3431081289230313407</id><published>2010-01-16T12:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T12:01:37.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>These days, I seem to think a lot.</title><content type='html'>I don't really know what else to blog about so I posted pictures and quotes to keep my blog alive. Another reason: I'm busy. 5528, 5529, 5530, 5531, 5532, 5533...my days were alright. Didn't do much, except studying and preparing for my O' Levels. There's tutorials on Mondays and Wednesdays, and CCAs on Tuesdays and Thursday. This is going to be one hell of a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I wonder why we have to go through major exams. I wonder why our lives depend on just a few pieces of paper. And I wonder who is that diabolical monster who created exams in the first place. But well, life goes on in that process. So I can't be complaining much about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I spent my morning with Hagen. I thought I should. Mom thought so too. Speaking of which, mom is now trying to clear stuffs away before Chinese New Year comes. I think I should start clearing stuffs off my study table soon. They're taking too much space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are the cheese to my macaroni."&lt;br /&gt;Except, I don't eat cheese.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2578383299438852708-3431081289230313407?l=lynxonia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/feeds/3431081289230313407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2010/01/these-days-i-seem-to-think-lot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/3431081289230313407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/3431081289230313407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2010/01/these-days-i-seem-to-think-lot.html' title='These days, I seem to think a lot.'/><author><name>Kuabueyloki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12494670718965222251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2578383299438852708.post-1954540719496747902</id><published>2010-01-15T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T16:41:09.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Edward doesn't make any sense.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt253/pinkavenu-e/LOL.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2578383299438852708-1954540719496747902?l=lynxonia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/feeds/1954540719496747902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2010/01/edward-doesnt-make-any-sense.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/1954540719496747902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/1954540719496747902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2010/01/edward-doesnt-make-any-sense.html' title='Edward doesn&apos;t make any sense.'/><author><name>Kuabueyloki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12494670718965222251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2578383299438852708.post-6144853180029788789</id><published>2010-01-14T15:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T17:54:07.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got my heart set on anywhere but here.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt253/pinkavenu-e/86.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt253/pinkavenu-e/commao-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt; I want to be remembered as the girl who always smiles even when her heart is broken. And the one who could always brighten up your day even if she couldn't brighten her own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2578383299438852708-6144853180029788789?l=lynxonia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/feeds/6144853180029788789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2010/01/ive-got-my-heart-set-on-anywhere-but.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/6144853180029788789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/6144853180029788789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2010/01/ive-got-my-heart-set-on-anywhere-but.html' title='I&apos;ve got my heart set on anywhere but here.'/><author><name>Kuabueyloki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12494670718965222251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2578383299438852708.post-799608794480489683</id><published>2010-01-13T19:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T15:12:30.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In and out, just like a knife.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt253/pinkavenu-e/commao-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt; Today, I was at the movie theatre. I went to the bathroom, and was about to wipe my butt when I realized that where the toilet-paper dispenser should have been, there was a large hole. The woman in the next stall waved. - FML&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Weinan:&lt;/b&gt; I went to ask my friend for a cardboard and got my ears snapped by the doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Wow, your ears must be really big.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2578383299438852708-799608794480489683?l=lynxonia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/feeds/799608794480489683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2010/01/today-i-was-at-movie-theatre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/799608794480489683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/799608794480489683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2010/01/today-i-was-at-movie-theatre.html' title='In and out, just like a knife.'/><author><name>Kuabueyloki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12494670718965222251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2578383299438852708.post-7229748613637444162</id><published>2010-01-12T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T17:40:38.202+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated to my bestest online pal, AYUMI!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt253/pinkavenu-e/Ayumi-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;/centeR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2578383299438852708-7229748613637444162?l=lynxonia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/feeds/7229748613637444162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2010/01/dedicated-to-my-bestest-online-pal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/7229748613637444162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/7229748613637444162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2010/01/dedicated-to-my-bestest-online-pal.html' title='Dedicated to my bestest online pal, AYUMI!'/><author><name>Kuabueyloki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12494670718965222251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2578383299438852708.post-4395233459441842400</id><published>2010-01-11T22:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T22:34:24.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know time waits for no one, but I wished it would stop for us.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt253/pinkavenu-e/71-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2578383299438852708-4395233459441842400?l=lynxonia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/feeds/4395233459441842400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-know-time-waits-for-no-one-but-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/4395233459441842400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/4395233459441842400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-know-time-waits-for-no-one-but-i.html' title='I know time waits for no one, but I wished it would stop for us.'/><author><name>Kuabueyloki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12494670718965222251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2578383299438852708.post-6039304293804232369</id><published>2010-01-10T15:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T15:57:22.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm weird 'cause I hate goodbyes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt253/pinkavenu-e/DSC03159-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Temasek Polytechnic yesterday with Agnes and Limli. Weeting, Shiping, Miqin and Xinyi joined us later because they have CCA open house in school. So basicially, we just toured around the Design School and Business School. There are a total of 6 school of different courses. Spent 5 hours there and I only been to 3 schools. Pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first impression of Temasek Polytechnic when I arrived at the entrance with Agnes and Limli was, 'Oh god, this school is making us so embarrassed. What's with all the cheers and stuffs?' Yeah, seriously, I wished there was a hole right in front for me to drop into. I'll gladly stay in there for a century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to me, this Polytechnic is rather big (the size of 33 international football fields) and I think it's budget is huge. I mean, look at the goodies in the bag they gave to us. There's ACNE skincare lotion, multifunctional wear, $5 voucher for MORETHANWORDS, magazine, brochures, postcards, NESCAFE coffee, etc. So imagine their budget for this open house. And they held it every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom wanted me to get into JC, so I'm considering Tampines JC. If I can't, I'll go to Temasek Polytechnic. Well, I'll just see my score next year and decide. Hopefully, I'll get an aggregate that is applicable to go for both JC and Polytechnic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2578383299438852708-6039304293804232369?l=lynxonia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/feeds/6039304293804232369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-weird-cause-i-hate-goodbyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/6039304293804232369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/6039304293804232369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-weird-cause-i-hate-goodbyes.html' title='I&apos;m weird &apos;cause I hate goodbyes.'/><author><name>Kuabueyloki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12494670718965222251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2578383299438852708.post-4598676986769328564</id><published>2010-01-08T18:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T12:00:05.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is being stupid together.</title><content type='html'>I'm actually having my tuition at Mr. Bala's house from tomorrow onwards. Thanks to the "wonderful" recommendation of Agnes. So from this year onwards, we are going for paperday and tuition together. Agnes' gonna be in my class tomorrow at 4pm. She's afraid she can't make it for the tuition at 2pm because of the TP open house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was basically slack, like seriously. Math was first two periods but Mr. Raj didn't come. Then, POA-ed and Physics before going down to Curie Lab for Chemistry. Mr. Nasir wasted 20 minutes of our recess time. After recess was english, but Mdm. Zubaidah didn't come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, had KFC for lunch at Tampines with Agnes and Limli, after which Limli went home and Agnes and I took the bus to Mr. Bala's house. Talk, talk, talk, then give worksheet. After that, took bus 28 home. The weather is half sunny, half windy. Whattheheck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2578383299438852708-4598676986769328564?l=lynxonia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/feeds/4598676986769328564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2010/01/love-is-being-stupid-together.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/4598676986769328564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/4598676986769328564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2010/01/love-is-being-stupid-together.html' title='Love is being stupid together.'/><author><name>Kuabueyloki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12494670718965222251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2578383299438852708.post-5545859693494312008</id><published>2010-01-07T15:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T17:42:16.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's no good story without romance.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt253/pinkavenu-e/7-2.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2578383299438852708-5545859693494312008?l=lynxonia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/feeds/5545859693494312008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2010/01/theres-no-good-story-without-romance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/5545859693494312008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/5545859693494312008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2010/01/theres-no-good-story-without-romance.html' title='There&apos;s no good story without romance.'/><author><name>Kuabueyloki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12494670718965222251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2578383299438852708.post-5994419191393002127</id><published>2010-01-05T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T17:22:10.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I wished I had never met you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt253/pinkavenu-e/commao-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt; At times you might get tired of this world, you feel like getting out of here as soon as possible. But what makes the difference is when you start noticing the little things in life. Ignore the big things, focus on the little things. Things like simple texts from genuinely concerned friends who are worried about you when you're not in school, simple actions like them helping you get your assignments and telling you about their day in school without you, simple conversations like them asking if you feel fine when you finally return to school the next day. These are the little things worth living for. These are the friends worth being there for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt253/pinkavenu-e/commao-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt; If you love somebody, let them go. For if they return, they were always yours. And if they don't, they never were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt253/pinkavenu-e/commao-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt; As is a tale, so is life: not how long it is, but how good it is, is what matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, hi, hi. I realized I haven't been posting for about a week or so, and here I am again, back to this online chronicle of mine which I seemed to have abandoned because of the limitless amount of things I have to do recently. Speaking of which, I got back from Malaysia on 2 January 2010. Happy belated New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, as Agnes requested, I've uploaded all the photos into my Facebook account because I was too busy to find another website that could store ONLY pictures. (&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?page=1&amp;amp;aid=2028199&amp;amp;id=1367193341"&gt;To view, click here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;) I'm lazy to elaborate more on my vacation here, so let the pictures do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the first day of school started yesterday. Well, I'm already in Secondary 4. Got to learn to be more independent and responsible. Hoolah, but who cares if I don't? It's going to be a 'sweet' sixteen for me, with all the major exams and stuffs coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I hated my sitting arrangement this year. Ms. Shaheeda put me all the way to the back, with Shiya and Ziying and some others. And seriously, the view there sucks because it's too far away from the board. I'd rather sit somewhere in the middle. At this rate, I have to start paying more attention in class. Which reminds me, I have to sleep early every night so I won't fall asleep halfway through lessons. Taking bus with Weeting tomorrow morning again. I'm starting to hate it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2578383299438852708-5994419191393002127?l=lynxonia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/feeds/5994419191393002127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2010/01/sometimes-i-wished-i-had-never-met-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/5994419191393002127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/5994419191393002127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2010/01/sometimes-i-wished-i-had-never-met-you.html' title='Sometimes I wished I had never met you.'/><author><name>Kuabueyloki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12494670718965222251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2578383299438852708.post-169981214685500199</id><published>2009-12-27T16:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T16:20:44.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is love?</title><content type='html'>You're like the North pole of a magnet bar, and he is also like the North pole of a magnet bar. There's no way for both of you to be close together. There's a force that will always push you both apart. This force is called the obstacle, like interest differences, communication problems and etc. However, if you put a metal bar in between, both your magnets will stick to it. And you'll be close to each other. That metal bar dissolves the force that pushes both of you away. That metal bar is what we called love.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Remember:&lt;/b&gt; to be happy, you either change the world, or you change your thinking. To be realistic, you have to change your thinking to be happy. But me, I will change the world for you. - I believe you by Low Kay Hwa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2578383299438852708-169981214685500199?l=lynxonia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/feeds/169981214685500199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-is-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/169981214685500199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/169981214685500199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-is-love.html' title='What is love?'/><author><name>Kuabueyloki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12494670718965222251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2578383299438852708.post-6337810535914286921</id><published>2009-12-25T13:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T13:33:32.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas, Christmas time is here.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt253/pinkavenu-e/christmas.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi. A Merry Christmas to everyone of you out there. Be happy because after Christmas comes New Year, and then it's the start of a new school term. My sister sure is happy because she'll be spending her next four years in Dunman Secondary. Oh, well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd just rearranged my books in my cupboard last night. And I found some of my old novels so I entertained myself the whole night with those. I also found some of my primary school Choir scoresheets, and I've forgotten some of them. Surprisingly, I saw a Korean folk song scoresheet, and thought, 'Eh? Did I learn that?' Because I can't recall. I have to use the piano to tune out the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also changed lots of things, like my 2009 diaries which I can't possibly use in 2010. And some others. And a lot of things have decreased in numbers, except for some. I've got to start packing. Still unsure whether I should get a locker next year because my books weren't so much. Oh, well. Merry Christmas to you all again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="435" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UcCqnDvvKCw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UcCqnDvvKCw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="435" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2578383299438852708-6337810535914286921?l=lynxonia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/feeds/6337810535914286921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-christmas-time-is-here_25.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/6337810535914286921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/6337810535914286921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-christmas-time-is-here_25.html' title='Christmas, Christmas time is here.'/><author><name>Kuabueyloki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12494670718965222251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2578383299438852708.post-3967391468683075358</id><published>2009-12-24T15:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T15:47:08.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We will still be friends forever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt253/pinkavenu-e/IMG_1890-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent my Christmas Eve doing CIP work. Not really CIP work. It's just that they were needing manpower and we were there. Well, we actually decided on this last night. Yvonne asked me if I wanted to go back to our student care to visit, so I agreed. Then, Weeting came to my house this morning so I brought her along too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate breakfast at MacDonalds while waiting for Ruixiang and Andy. Ruixiang was the organizer, yet he was late. He said his alarm didn't go off. And Andy had swimming lessons in the morning. So we took the bus and ran to the void deck. It was raining. Then, we made appointment to get in and they were glad to see us. Like, after 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they were renovating the place and we were supposed to help, since we were free. Andy came after that, and he looked different. Everybody looked different, except my sister, Kailin, Yvonne and me. Ruixiang keep making me laugh when he opened his mouth because his voice was kinda low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did some CIP work there and Mdm. Lim treated us to lunch. WEETING, DON'T YOU DARE POST THAT PICTURE!!! Can you believe it? My sister took a photo of me and Andy and then, bluetooth-ed it to the entire group. And that stupid Weeting played along. How frustrating. Andy deleted that picture in my phone, but he couldn't do anything because EVERYONE has our photo in their phone. THANKS TO SOMEONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened was, actually Weeting was sitting beside me. Then Andy came over and said to her, 'Can I sit here? Because I'm left-handed.' Then Weeting stared at him for a while until my sister dragged her away and he sat beside me. I mean, what has left-handed got to do with the sitting arrangement? And they were joking about it and SOMEONE even took a picture of it. Damn it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then after lunch, Mdm. Lim went back and we walked around the area, looking for a place to play. Ruixiang wanted to play hide-and-seek and Andy wanted to play block catching. They were so lame in their head. but we ended up playing blind mice. After that, we separated because Yvonne and Kailin had to go home. And yes, I spent my Christmas Eve just like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;P/S:&lt;/b&gt; to Yvonne, Kailin, Weeting, Jason, Ruixiang and my sister, FUCKING DELETE THAT STUPID PHOTO OR I'LL GRAB YOUR PHONES AND BREAK IT INTO HALF!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2578383299438852708-3967391468683075358?l=lynxonia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/feeds/3967391468683075358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2009/12/we-will-still-be-friends-forever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/3967391468683075358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/3967391468683075358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2009/12/we-will-still-be-friends-forever.html' title='We will still be friends forever.'/><author><name>Kuabueyloki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12494670718965222251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2578383299438852708.post-3874980635869934055</id><published>2009-12-22T11:37:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T12:48:56.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taken back to the sidewalk where we met.</title><content type='html'>I just went to heymath.com and did some tests there. Don't worry, though. Mr. Raj didn't give any assignments yet. I reckoned that if I stopped doing anything unrelated to math, I'll forget everything. And tadah, I was right. When I tried doing some of the tests, I realized I've forgotten the formulas for polynomials and quadratic equations. Not really forget, but I sort of unsure what the formula is. So I gave up. But I did well in surds and indices.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My &lt;i&gt;Sims&lt;/i&gt; has been celebrating Christmas too. I got a bunch of new Christmas decorations and stuffs from the &lt;i&gt;Sims 3&lt;/i&gt; website and decorated my entire house with them. But I think I've gotten tired of Sunset Valley, so I may be starting a new game in Riverside. Plus, in Sunset Valley, my daughter has already got married and had a daughter, but I don't care. Riverside seemed much quieter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever. I'll still be doing tests on heymath.com until school reopens. And I suggest you all do the same, unless you got a tuition teacher and don't have time for that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2578383299438852708-3874980635869934055?l=lynxonia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/feeds/3874980635869934055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2009/12/taken-back-to-sidewalk-where-we-met.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/3874980635869934055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/3874980635869934055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2009/12/taken-back-to-sidewalk-where-we-met.html' title='Taken back to the sidewalk where we met.'/><author><name>Kuabueyloki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12494670718965222251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2578383299438852708.post-1351718803004137108</id><published>2009-12-21T23:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T00:11:25.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna know when all the leaves begin to fall.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt253/pinkavenu-e/Untitled-16-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi, hi, hi. I'd just check in on my Pet Society. Yeah, Deedee is celebrating Christmas this year. I said this was because last year, I haven't start playing Pet Society yet. Okay, maybe I've started playing, but I didn't let Deedee have her Christmas then because apparently, I didn't log in my Facebook during that period. So well, this year she's gonna have a bash! See? She'd got so enthusiastic that she spent 4000 coins on the living room decorations and her clothes. Quite heartbroken, but whatever.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I changed my blog layout last Saturday, I think. I finally changed it, after having that lame skin for 3 months. 3 MONTHS! Wow, I didn't know I could hold for that long. But during that period, I keep finding inspirations, and I did make some layouts out from it. But they were so ugly and gross that I submitted it to blogskins.com.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been playing &lt;i&gt;Sims 3&lt;/i&gt; these few days. There's nothing to do on the net recently, and mom keeps asking me to revise on my studies. And speaking of it, I realized I haven't done any studying for 1½  months. Ohmygod, my brain is going to rot anytime soon. And, I think I've forgotten all my math formulas because I quitted my tuition. Still searching for a math tuition teacher. Not math; it's a.math. CAN ANYONE RECOMMEND SOMEONE GOOD?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I want to go back to school. But I don't want to wake up so early in the morning. And doing all the stupid homework and stuffs. And being lectured by teachers, and hearing the long first-day-of-school speech given by the principal. But still, if I don't go back and start up my brain circuit, all my information stored there will be permanently deleted. Don't bother searching for 'recycle bin' because I haven't got one in my brain. God, I'm just so hard to please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2578383299438852708-1351718803004137108?l=lynxonia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/feeds/1351718803004137108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-wanna-know-when-all-leaves-begin-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/1351718803004137108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/1351718803004137108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-wanna-know-when-all-leaves-begin-to.html' title='I wanna know when all the leaves begin to fall.'/><author><name>Kuabueyloki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12494670718965222251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2578383299438852708.post-1785775300256311065</id><published>2009-12-19T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T21:30:21.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you forever, and forever is over.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt253/pinkavenu-e/DSC03244-1-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Stitch. My sister's friend gave it to her for Idon'tknowwhat reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom finally got herself into the kitchen to cook A DISH. So pathetic, right? I know. She doesn't cook for us anymore every since she started working, not even on weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today, she's in a good mood, so she decided to cook. Her laksa wasn't that good as the normal laksa you find in coffee shops, but still edible. She asked me to take a photo of her accomplishment, so I did:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt253/pinkavenu-e/DSC03097.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neat, eh? Classier than an average bowl at coffee shop. And it tasted nice too. It was raining so hard so I stayed home the entire day, rotting away on the computer. I did some household chores too, like washing my shoes and folding the clothes, but it doesn't bring me much excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad is taking us on a ride tomorrow morning at 5am. It's a bit crazy, but at least I can go to that place that I can't make it today. Maybe the morning wind will bring me some new hope for the year. And I can see the sunrise too. It's going to be fun, and nostalgic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2578383299438852708-1785775300256311065?l=lynxonia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/feeds/1785775300256311065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-love-you-forever-and-forever-is-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/1785775300256311065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/1785775300256311065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-love-you-forever-and-forever-is-over.html' title='I love you forever, and forever is over.'/><author><name>Kuabueyloki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12494670718965222251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2578383299438852708.post-5781713923311589264</id><published>2009-12-18T09:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T12:55:49.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love him like I do.</title><content type='html'>I thought I should start making a list for the things I have to do before I go back to school to start a fresh, new year with friends. Yeah, it's gonna be my last year being a secondary school student. Thought it would feel different, but apparently, I'm still the same. Who cares? Life still goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My back-to-school list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt253/pinkavenu-e/Icons/i23.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt; Buy water bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt253/pinkavenu-e/Icons/i23.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt; Buy pens and other writing necessities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt253/pinkavenu-e/Icons/i23.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt; Make arrangement for locker (not sure yet).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt253/pinkavenu-e/Icons/i23.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt; Cut my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt253/pinkavenu-e/Icons/i23.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt; Cut my nails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's all. Right now, I'm pissed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2578383299438852708-5781713923311589264?l=lynxonia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/feeds/5781713923311589264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2009/12/love-him-like-i-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/5781713923311589264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/5781713923311589264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2009/12/love-him-like-i-do.html' title='Love him like I do.'/><author><name>Kuabueyloki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12494670718965222251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt253/pinkavenu-e/Icons/th_i23.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2578383299438852708.post-8209317884602383607</id><published>2009-12-15T09:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T09:00:38.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fingers are numb from holding on.</title><content type='html'>Hi, I'm bored. I haven't been active on Facebook recently, and I think I'd just got bored of Pet Society. But I'll probably start playing it again when I have nothing to do. Or when I had interest in it. Just for now, I'm quitting. SO YOU PEOPLE CAN OVERTAKE MY LEVEL, OKAY?!?!?!? I DON'T CARE ANYMORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been hooked on a shoujo manga recently. The manga was a bit different from what I used to read because all of them were elementary school students. But surprisingly, they were pretty mature. Some of them make me sick, but the others were fine. That's why I continued reading. Other than shoujo manga, I have nothing else to get entertained. Oh, wait. I have my &lt;i&gt;Sims 3&lt;/i&gt;. Are you jealous, Weeting?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2578383299438852708-8209317884602383607?l=lynxonia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/feeds/8209317884602383607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2009/12/fingers-are-numb-from-holding-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/8209317884602383607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/8209317884602383607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2009/12/fingers-are-numb-from-holding-on.html' title='Fingers are numb from holding on.'/><author><name>Kuabueyloki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12494670718965222251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2578383299438852708.post-9150170758097560843</id><published>2009-12-13T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T13:07:54.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday, Agnes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Once a year we celebrate with stupid hats and plastic plates.&lt;br /&gt;The whole gang gathers round, and gifts and laughter do abound.&lt;br /&gt;And we let out a joyful sound and sing that old song:&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday! Now you're one year older!&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday! Your life still isn't over!&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday! You did not accomplish much, but you didn't die this year.&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's good enough, so let's drink to your good health.&lt;br /&gt;And hope you don't remind yourself of the unhappy things in the past.&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that someday, perhaps your life will hold some cheer.&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday! What have you done that matters?&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday! You're starting to get fatter. (LOL)&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday! It's uphill from now on.&lt;br /&gt;Try to remind yourself that your best years are just up ahead.&lt;br /&gt;If cryogenics were all free, then you could live like Walt Disney.&lt;br /&gt;And live for all eternity inside a block of ice.&lt;br /&gt;But instead your time is set and this is the only life you get.&lt;br /&gt;And though it hasn't ended yet because you have your friends!&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday! You wish you had more money.&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday! Your life's so exciting I'm jealous.&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday! How much more can you take?&lt;br /&gt;But your friends are hungry, so just cut the deeeeeeeeelicious cake.&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday!&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday!&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday, dear AGNES. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Happy, happy birthday song - Arrogant worms.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Edited by me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Hope you like it.&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love,&lt;br /&gt;Lynn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2578383299438852708-9150170758097560843?l=lynxonia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/feeds/9150170758097560843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-birthday-agnes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/9150170758097560843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/9150170758097560843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-birthday-agnes.html' title='Happy birthday, Agnes.'/><author><name>Kuabueyloki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12494670718965222251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2578383299438852708.post-1197040239462493808</id><published>2009-12-11T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T11:59:10.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Took my heart to the limit, and this is where I'll stay.</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;b&gt;The letter:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear (the last person who messaged you):&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know how to tell you this, but (1). I think I realized it (2) (3) and I saw you (4) (5). I'm sure you're (6) enough to understand (7). I'm returning (8) to you, but I'll keep (9) as a memory. You should also know that I (10) (11).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(12),&lt;br /&gt;Your name.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#1bbdac;"&gt;1. What's the color of your shirt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue - Our romance is over&lt;br /&gt;Red - Our affair is over&lt;br /&gt;White - I'll join the monastery&lt;br /&gt;Black - I dislike you&lt;br /&gt;Green - Our horoscope doesn't match&lt;br /&gt;Grey - You're a pervert&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - I'm selling myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pink - Your nostrils are insulting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brown - The mafia wants you&lt;br /&gt;No shirt - You're a loser&lt;br /&gt;Other - I'm in love with your sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#1bbdac;"&gt;2. Which is your birth month?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January - That night&lt;br /&gt;February - Last year&lt;br /&gt;March - When your dwarf bit me&lt;br /&gt;April - When I tripped on sesame seeds&lt;br /&gt;May - First of May&lt;br /&gt;June - When you put cuffs on me&lt;br /&gt;July - When I threw up&lt;br /&gt;August - When I saw the shrunken head&lt;br /&gt;September - When we skinny dipped&lt;br /&gt;October - When I quoted Santa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;November - When your dog ran amok&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December - When I changed tennis shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#1bbdac;"&gt;3. Which food do you prefer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tacos - In your apartment&lt;br /&gt;Pizza - In your camping car&lt;br /&gt;Pasta - Outside of Chicago&lt;br /&gt;Hamburgers - Under the bus&lt;br /&gt;Salad - As you ate enchilada&lt;br /&gt;Chicken - In your closet&lt;br /&gt;Kabob - With Paris Hilton&lt;br /&gt;Fish - In women's clothing&lt;br /&gt;Sandwiches - At the Hare Krishna graduation&lt;br /&gt;Lasagna - At the mental hospital&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hot dog - Under a state of trance&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of the above - With George Bush and his wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#1bbdac;"&gt;4. What's the color of your socks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - Hit on&lt;br /&gt;Red - Insult&lt;br /&gt;Black - Ignore&lt;br /&gt;Blue - Knock out&lt;br /&gt;Purple - Pour syrup on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;White - Carve your initials into&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Pull the clothes off&lt;br /&gt;Brown - Put leeches on&lt;br /&gt;Orange - Castrate&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Pull the toupee off&lt;br /&gt;Barefoot - Sit on&lt;br /&gt;Other - Drive out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#1bbdac;"&gt;5. What's the color of your underwear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black - My best friend&lt;br /&gt;White - My father&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Bill Clinton&lt;br /&gt;Brown - My fart balloon&lt;br /&gt;Purple - My mustard soufflé&lt;br /&gt;Red - Donald Duck&lt;br /&gt;Blue - My avocado plant&lt;br /&gt;Yellow - My penpal in Ghana&lt;br /&gt;Orange - My Kid Rock-collection&lt;br /&gt;Pink - Manchester United's goalkeeper&lt;br /&gt;None - My John F. Kennedy statue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Other - The crazy monk&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#1bbdac;"&gt;6. What do you prefer to watch on TV?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scrubs - Man&lt;br /&gt;O.C. -Emotional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;One Tree Hill - Open&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heroes - Frostbitten&lt;br /&gt;Lost - High&lt;br /&gt;House - Scarred&lt;br /&gt;Simpsons - Cowardly&lt;br /&gt;The news - Mongolic&lt;br /&gt;Idol - Masochistic&lt;br /&gt;Family Guy - Senile&lt;br /&gt;Top Model - Middle-class&lt;br /&gt;None of the above - Ashamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#1bbdac;"&gt;7. Your mood right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy - How awful I've felt&lt;br /&gt;Sad - How boring you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bored - That Santa doesn't exist&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angry - That your pimples are at the last stage&lt;br /&gt;Depressed - That we're cousins&lt;br /&gt;Excited - That there is no solution to this&lt;br /&gt;Nervous - The middle-east&lt;br /&gt;Worried - That your Honda sucks&lt;br /&gt;Apathetic - That I did a sex-change&lt;br /&gt;Ashamed - That I'm allergic to your hamster&lt;br /&gt;Cuddly - That I get turned on by garbage men&lt;br /&gt;Overjoyous - That I'm open&lt;br /&gt;Other - That Extreme Home Makeover sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#1bbdac;"&gt;8. What's the color of your walls in your bedroom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White - Your ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yellow - Your love letters&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red - Your Darth Vader poster&lt;br /&gt;Black - Your tame stone&lt;br /&gt;Blue - The couch cushions&lt;br /&gt;Green - The pictures from LA&lt;br /&gt;Orange - Your false teeth&lt;br /&gt;Brown - Your contact book&lt;br /&gt;Grey - Our matching snoopy-bibs&lt;br /&gt;Purple - Your old lottery coupons&lt;br /&gt;Pink - The cut toenails&lt;br /&gt;Other - Your memories from the military service&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#1bbdac;"&gt;9. The first letter of your first name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A/B - Your photo&lt;br /&gt;C/D - The oil stocks&lt;br /&gt;E/F - Your neighbour Martin&lt;br /&gt;G/H - My virginity&lt;br /&gt;I/J - The results of your blood-sample&lt;br /&gt;K/L - Your left ear&lt;br /&gt;M/N - Your suicide note&lt;br /&gt;O/P - My common sense&lt;br /&gt;Q/R - Your mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;S/T - Your collection of butterflies&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U/V - Your criminal record&lt;br /&gt;W/X - David's tricot outfits&lt;br /&gt;Y/Z - Your grades from college&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#1bbdac;"&gt;10. The last letter in your last name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A/B - Always will remember&lt;br /&gt;C/D - Never will forget&lt;br /&gt;E/F - Always wanted to break&lt;br /&gt;G/H - Never openly mocked&lt;br /&gt;I/J - Always have felt dirty before&lt;br /&gt;K/L - Will tell the authorities about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;M/N - Told in my confession today about&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O/P - Was interviewed by the Times about&lt;br /&gt;Q/R - Told my psychiatrist about&lt;br /&gt;S/T - Get sick when I think of&lt;br /&gt;U/V - Always will try to forget&lt;br /&gt;W/X - Am better off without&lt;br /&gt;Y/Z - Never liked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#1bbdac;"&gt;11. What do you prefer to drink?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Water- Our friendship&lt;br /&gt;Beer - Senility&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Soft drink - A new life as a clone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soda - The incarnation as an eskimo&lt;br /&gt;Milk - The apartment building&lt;br /&gt;Wine - Cocaine abuse&lt;br /&gt;Cider - A passionate interest for mice&lt;br /&gt;Juice - Oprah Winfrey imitations&lt;br /&gt;Mineral water - Embarrassing rash&lt;br /&gt;Hot chocolate - Eggplant-fetishism&lt;br /&gt;Whisky - To ruin the second world war&lt;br /&gt;Other - To hate the Boston Celtics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#1bbdac;"&gt;12. To which country would you prefer to go on a vacation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thailand - Warm regards&lt;br /&gt;USA - Best regards&lt;br /&gt;England - Good luck on your short-term leave from jail&lt;br /&gt;Spain - Go and drown yourself&lt;br /&gt;China - Disgusting regards&lt;br /&gt;Germany - With ease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Japan - Go burn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greece - Your everlasting enemy&lt;br /&gt;Australia - Greetings to your frog Leonard&lt;br /&gt;Egypt - Fuck off now&lt;br /&gt;France - In pain&lt;blockquote&gt;Dear A:&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know how to tell you this, but &lt;b&gt;your nostrils are insulting&lt;/b&gt;. I think I realized it &lt;b&gt;when your dog ran amok under a state of trance&lt;/b&gt; and I saw you &lt;b&gt;carve your initials into the crazy monk&lt;/b&gt;. I'm sure you're &lt;b&gt;open&lt;/b&gt; enough to understand &lt;b&gt;that Santa doesn't exist&lt;/b&gt;. I'm returning &lt;b&gt;your love letters&lt;/b&gt; to you, but I'll keep &lt;b&gt;your collection of butterflies&lt;/b&gt; as a memory. You should also know that I &lt;b&gt;told in my confession today about a new life as a clone&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Go burn&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Lynn.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2578383299438852708-1197040239462493808?l=lynxonia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/feeds/1197040239462493808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2009/12/took-my-heart-to-limit-and-this-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/1197040239462493808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/1197040239462493808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2009/12/took-my-heart-to-limit-and-this-is.html' title='Took my heart to the limit, and this is where I&apos;ll stay.'/><author><name>Kuabueyloki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12494670718965222251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2578383299438852708.post-8855560111275348327</id><published>2009-12-08T15:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T17:14:30.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's like I've spent forever searching.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt253/pinkavenu-e/Kenichi/7-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't he cute? Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod. I've got to stop myself from hyperventilating. I found loads of his photos at an unofficial website dedicated to him, thanks to someone. I forgot who she is, but I came across that site and just grab any photos related to Kenichi. HE DYED HIS HAIR BLEACH! But that's only temporary, I think, because he's acting in another show again. (&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://picturestobur-n.blogspot.com/"&gt;Click here for more photos of Kenichi.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd just re-edited my layout. Only the entries part, and I've added headers at the sidebar part. Actually, I had another layout waiting, but decided to stick to this anyway. A little editing will do the trick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been playing Sims 3 recently because my internet went busted on me. Apparently, there's no connection from that stupid MIO, so dad had it sent back to the repair center where they'll change a new one for him. During that period, I really wanted to crash the whole damn thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't go out. I'm grounded because my "ATM machine" won't give me any more money. So yeah, I'm stuck to the daily routine of dragging my laptop to my granny's house for lunch and dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;P/S:&lt;/b&gt; HAPPY 12TH BIRTHDAY TO MY COUSIN, CHELSEA. The one who got 256 for her PSLE and still not satisfied. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.P/S:&lt;/b&gt; My blog layout looks best in Safari. It looked okay in Internet Explorer, but the font will be very big, because I used 11px for font size. Not sure about Mozilla Firefox, though. Didn't check.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2578383299438852708-8855560111275348327?l=lynxonia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/feeds/8855560111275348327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-like-ive-spent-forever-searching.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/8855560111275348327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/8855560111275348327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-like-ive-spent-forever-searching.html' title='It&apos;s like I&apos;ve spent forever searching.'/><author><name>Kuabueyloki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12494670718965222251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt253/pinkavenu-e/Kenichi/th_7-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2578383299438852708.post-4187257515545155522</id><published>2009-12-02T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T23:15:09.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Such sweet blood, tell me how do I resist?</title><content type='html'>I just did the heymath assignment, thanks to Shiping for the answers. I only submitted the answers for all the question without working. I don't think I read the whole thing because I feel like giving up when I look at the first question. What's worse, it's not MCQ but worksheet.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I panicked for two hours just now right in front of my computer, spamming Twitter with my heymath nonsense. I went desperate trying to finish that assignment that I even went asking Randy and Yufa, although I knew they wouldn't do that assignment because they think they weren't gonna be in Mr. Raj's class next year. So much for the support. And panic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, Shiping came and asked me if I wanted the answers (without working, of course) and I answered her with a 'YES!' straightaway. DUH, who wouldn't want? Now, Hanif's asking for the answers too because he said Kaixuan will certainly not give him. You see, I WAS really that DESPERATE. Know why? THAT FUCKING DEADLINE IS THIS FRIDAY. LORD, WHY? Thanks, Mr. Raj. Thanks the whole lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, at least I'm done with that assignment, thanks to Shiping once again. I almost died in that process, if not for her. I think I'm gonna curse Mr. Raj in my dreams every night for exploding that assignment on me in the middle of the holiday. Damn it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wished I had Jughead's brain. Or Dilton's. Then, life would be a whole lot better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2578383299438852708-4187257515545155522?l=lynxonia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/feeds/4187257515545155522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2009/12/such-sweet-blood-tell-me-how-do-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/4187257515545155522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/4187257515545155522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2009/12/such-sweet-blood-tell-me-how-do-i.html' title='Such sweet blood, tell me how do I resist?'/><author><name>Kuabueyloki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12494670718965222251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2578383299438852708.post-536174874600301577</id><published>2009-11-28T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T21:15:37.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trusted you to hold my heart.</title><content type='html'>Just changed my header. Inspirations from Nicole, but the font that I used was different. Anyway, I went to Malaysia today. Only for a short day-vacation. Dad brought us there to eat their seafood because it's amazingly cheap. So I woke up at 8am in the morning, bathed and took the cab to Changi village to meet up with Uncle Jeffrey, Uncle Eddie and Aunt Kelly. Then, we took the ferry to Malaysia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the rural part of Malaysia. Saw lots of kampong houses and those roadside restaurants. Then, we reached the suburban town (it's not a city, for god's sake) where there are lots of shops selling bubblegums. Walked up the hill of terrace houses and reached the temple. Dad, Uncle Jeffrey and Uncle Eddie were devoted buddhist. I got 'scalded' by the ashes from the joss sticks, and complained to dad. He said I shouldn't be afraid of joss sticks, or accidents like this will happen to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we walked downhill again and reached the restaurant where they sell cheap lobsters and crab. But I don't think I'm fond of lobsters; they have no taste. Maybe there's some problems with my taste buds but I seriously don't find anything special about lobsters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopped around for a while. I saw a boy who looked like my ex-schoolmate, but didn't care much. Walked to the taxi-terminal. There's taxis but no drivers. waited and waited until my legs are numb. Then, ex-schoolmate lookalike and his family also came to join us in the waiting. Dad got irritated and decided to rent a small bus instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like, the 14 of us have to squeeze inside a 12-seater bus. And for your information, we don't even know each other. I said he only looked like one of my ex-schoolmate. But dad had no choice because the driver said we have to share. So we sat in the same squeezy bus for 20 minutes before reaching the ferry terminal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the terminal, have to wait for 1½ hour because the person wasn't behind the counter. Dragged and dragged until 5.30pm, when the last ferry arrived. So took it back to Changi village. The route was 1 hour long and apparently, everyone in the ferry was sleeping, except for dad, mom, sister and uncles. Aunt Kelly was sleeping in a corner. The rest of the crew (I don't know them either. The ferry required at least 12 people before it'll start) was sleeping too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought dinner at Changi village before going back granny's house. Now I'm back home, FINALLY. I swear I won't go on trips like this anymore. I hate road trips. They make me so tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2578383299438852708-536174874600301577?l=lynxonia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/feeds/536174874600301577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2009/11/trusted-you-to-hold-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/536174874600301577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/536174874600301577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2009/11/trusted-you-to-hold-my-heart.html' title='Trusted you to hold my heart.'/><author><name>Kuabueyloki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12494670718965222251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2578383299438852708.post-1291795263904785160</id><published>2009-11-23T19:27:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T16:50:30.352+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wave goodbye to yesterday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#1BBDAC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;I'M OFFICIALLY 15! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really excited in the morning because I'm finally 15, you know? Mom gave me $50 so I could buy whatever I want today. When they were out, I was playing the computer until the doorbell rang. It was Weeting, and I got quite a shock because I didn't expected it. And I was still wearing my pajamas. She came in and gave me my present before we watched the video she made together. There were lots of funny scenes, ohmygod. Note to Weeting: don't you dare keep a copy of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we were late meeting Kaixuan, Marcus and Timothy. But guess who's even later? That's right, it's Yufa. Can't believe he was almost 2 hours late. He arrived just after we finished our lunch. Come to think of it, he hasn't eaten any lunch at all, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So before Yufa came, we spent the time waiting at the Orchid Bowling place. Kaixuan was super embarrassing. Weeting, Timothy and I pretended not to know him. The scene was, ohmygod, super embarrassing!!! When the game ended, Kaixuan still want to throw the ball towards the pins, and his aiming was super jialat. Don't know what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After bowling, went arcade slacked. Still waiting for Yufa to turn up. Apparently, he was out with his parents to 'somewhere'. Kaixuan and Marcus keep going on about him being the 'mommy's boy'. Played the racing and that stupid Kaixuan came in first place in the last minute. And Marcus still owe me $2. If he never return by school reopens, I'll hang pig's head on his door. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch at Superdog and Yufa turned up suddenly, like magic. By then, we have already finish our lunch. Deciding movies was tough. Kaixuan and Marcus wanted to watch the Thailand action film while Timothy, Weeting and I wanted to watch 2012. Yufa is easygoing. Too troublesome, so in the end, they decided to watch 2012 with us. I was really irritated with the arrangement, so disorganized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That 2012 movie made me cry. I keep crying and crying, followed by Weeting. Then, Weeting thought she heard Yufa sniff, like crying. LOL, so she offered him tissue but he reject. Eeyer, just cry it out. Don't be a macho man (Michael Jackson's Beat It), LOL. Then some parts of the movie made me disgusted when they died during the disaster. Like, their bodies got crushed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the movie was over, I think there's blockage against my chest and I can't breathe properly. After that, Kaixuan went to take his bike and Yufa accompanied him. Marcus went home and I don't know where Timothy went. Weeting and I walked around Downtown East, then to Pasir Ris park to watch some boys fishing (Weeting's idea). I wanted to rent a bike overnight, but Weeting's parents don't allow. So no choice, took the bus home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bus, I was really, really tired. I don't know howthehell. Going out with them was like, taking half my lifespan away. I could die, you know? I told Weeting we should ask them instead, but she doesn't agree. For me, I wouldn't mind. It's better this way. No group picture taken. I was already too fatigued to ask them for one. And I don't care for that, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;P/S:&lt;/b&gt; Bigbig thanks to those who wished me: dad, mom, sister, Chelsea, Amanda, Yvonne, Suping, Agnes, Limli, Weeting, Shiping, Miqin, Kyna, Venus, Kaishi, Claire, Ryan, Kaixuan and Marcus (do they count? They wanted to give me a pencil that they won at the arcade. -.-"), Ryan, Shawn, Xavier, Venice, Saidah, Ayumi, Xianjing, Yeongsheng, Kelvin and Raymond. Thanks for the wishes. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;P.P/S:&lt;/b&gt; I didn't know it's Miley's birthday today. Yeah, what 'awesome' luck. Such coincidence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2578383299438852708-1291795263904785160?l=lynxonia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/feeds/1291795263904785160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-wave-goodbye-to-yesterday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/1291795263904785160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/1291795263904785160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-wave-goodbye-to-yesterday.html' title='I wave goodbye to yesterday.'/><author><name>Kuabueyloki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12494670718965222251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2578383299438852708.post-2667984070640965541</id><published>2009-11-22T16:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T16:44:44.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My life is average.</title><content type='html'>Just some MLIA quotes that I thought was funny. I decided to share it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt253/pinkavenu-e/commao-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt; Today, I saw a freakishly large bug sitting on the ground right in front of where I was about to walk. I froze and stood there staring at it for at least a minute, because I had never seen a bug that huge before and was freaked out. I then tried to make it fly away by waving my foot at it. This continued for about 2 more minutes until I realized it was a leaf. I felt stupid until I saw my dad walk by it and do the same exact thing. MLIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt253/pinkavenu-e/commao-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt; Today I mentioned to my co-worker that none of the English teachers at my school are having kids, but that three of the math teachers are pregnant. She responded, "I hear they're better at multiplying." MLIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt253/pinkavenu-e/commao-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt; A few weeks ago in pre-cal, this guy fell asleep while our teacher was lecturing. The teacher got up to wake him up in front of the whole class, so he leaned in and gently shook him awake. Immediately that guy said "Megatron will lose! I am Optimus Prime!" and punched him in the face. Needless to say, our teacher has let our class sleep in peace ever since then. MLIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to make of today. Really, he screwed it up and then pretended like nothing ever happened. Now, I'm supposed to clean the shit for him? Yeah, riiiiiiiiight. I'm too pissed to continue. But what's done is done. You can't expect me to go to his house and kill him, right? We'll see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2578383299438852708-2667984070640965541?l=lynxonia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/feeds/2667984070640965541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-life-is-average.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/2667984070640965541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/2667984070640965541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-life-is-average.html' title='My life is average.'/><author><name>Kuabueyloki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12494670718965222251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2578383299438852708.post-8340397531335243355</id><published>2009-11-20T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T15:04:49.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobody knows, burdened with a secret.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It was raining yesterday. Weeting cursed me, then it rained. I was waiting at the traffic lights and talking to Weeting and she said, 'Before you even reach the bus stop, it will rain.' And it did, eventually. I had to run there. Caught bus 17 and reached E!hub bus stop. Took shelter there for a while then I thought the rain looked smaller, so we ran.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weeting told me that the two boys in front of us wanted to share the umbrella with us, but I just kept running. Then, those boys ran after us across the traffic lights, shouting, 'Oi, wait! Oi, oi!' Reached the entrance of Downtown East and those boys stopped behind us. Weeting said we should share the umbrella with them, at least we won't get so wet. I was like, no way. I don't even know them. Plus, that umbrella was so small for four people to squeeze in. Then, Weeting said she wanted to kill me for making her run in the rain. When we reached E!hub, we were freezing like crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Went to Kbox to celebrate Xinyi's birthday. When it was time to pay, Shiping was like, 'Kam, it's your birthday and you should treat us, you know?' LOL. Took some random pictures together, but no group pictures because Gina and Xinyi were uncooperative. But never mind, I don't care. Xinyi and Gina went crazy in the Kbox room yesterday and kept saying obscene stuffs. &lt;b&gt;(&lt;a href="http://picturestobur-n.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pictures here.&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2578383299438852708-8340397531335243355?l=lynxonia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/feeds/8340397531335243355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2009/11/nobody-knows-burdened-with-secret.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/8340397531335243355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/8340397531335243355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2009/11/nobody-knows-burdened-with-secret.html' title='Nobody knows, burdened with a secret.'/><author><name>Kuabueyloki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12494670718965222251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2578383299438852708.post-2730913425411109762</id><published>2009-11-17T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T11:15:02.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look what you missed, living like this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt253/pinkavenu-e/50-1-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon for posting late. I've uploaded the photos of the Sentosa trip and 3E2'09 class chalet like, last week. Decided that posting the pictures here would be a waste of space, so I created another blog and all those pictures goes there. It's neater this way. &lt;b&gt;(&lt;a href="http://picturestobur-n.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pictures, click here.&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel like blogging recently, hence the late post. Not sure why; maybe no mood. Didn't have the time to do my novel too. Past two weeks were too packed with events. But I'm feeling good today, so I'm blogging. I don't know what's there to do online. Shall go offline a while later because I'm going to granny's house for lunch. And maybe I'm staying until dinner. Pink Panther, here I come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2578383299438852708-2730913425411109762?l=lynxonia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/feeds/2730913425411109762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2009/11/pardon-for-posting-late.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/2730913425411109762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/2730913425411109762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2009/11/pardon-for-posting-late.html' title='Look what you missed, living like this.'/><author><name>Kuabueyloki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12494670718965222251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2578383299438852708.post-2038040183296621853</id><published>2009-11-13T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T22:51:00.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't tell me how to live when you looked like shit yourself.</title><content type='html'>Just uploaded a new skin into blogskins.com. If you want to download it, here's the &lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/info/308560/"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;. There's preview error, so if you want to see the preview, check it out &lt;a href="http://www.fuckobitcho.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Actually, I created that blog skin for myself because I feel like changing a new layout, but when I finished the new ones and compared it to the current one, I think the current one is better. Even Agnes says so. So I think I'm sticking to this for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say the truth, I've completely given up. I've looked at all the popular skins &lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/me/everlastingroses"&gt;Everlastingroses&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/me/evme"&gt;Evme&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/me/crushthespeaker"&gt;Crushthespeaker&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/me/exquisite"&gt;Exquisite&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/me/electro-pop"&gt;Electropop%&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/me/corsages"&gt;Corsages&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/me/doughnutcrazy"&gt;Doughnutcrazy&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/me/fallingcloudberries"&gt;Fallingcloudberries&lt;/a&gt; made but none of their skins catered to my liking. Plus, I found some inspirations in some of the other domains websites like onsugar and livejournal but I couldn't find the perfect basecodes. Another fact is that, I'm just too lazy to spent hours editing and editing when I can play onlines games or writing my novel. So yeah, conclusion is drawn and it said: Lynn has OFFICIALLY given up on finding the "perfect" layout for her blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Sentosa with Agnes, Limli and Weeting today. Got out of the house at 8.50am this morning and met up with the rest of them, took bus to Kovan before taking the train to Habourfront.  Took the Sentosa bus to &lt;i&gt;Images of Singapore&lt;/i&gt; because it was raining heavily outside and we couldn't go to the beach. It was fun inside there. Felt like a haunted house initially but it got better with time. Took lots of pictures but I'm still uploading 184 of them, and I think I'll post them tomorrow. When the rain subsidized, we went to the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanjong beach looked like a curse, because whenever we reached there, it would start to rain. TWICE! Imagine our disappointment. We ended up going to Palawan beach instead. The sea water was, ohmyfuckinggod, DIRTY and muddy. They threw me with flour on the face and all over, and we started a flour fight and polluted the sand. Didn't take pictures of all of us covered in flour because we were busy escaping from one another. LOL. Then played in the water and it started to rain, AGAIN! &lt;i&gt;God, what's wrong with the weather these days? Can't we get a decent holiday?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After bathing, took the monorail back to Vivo before taking the train. There's too many cards inside my wallet that the machine can't detect my card when I got through the gates. The auntie still asked me to hurry up and go through it because I'm blocking other people's way. I told her, 'Eh, red light! Red light!' but she just shoo-ed me off. Bo pian, off I went. When I reached Kovan, I couldn't go through the gate because my card wasn't read. What luck. On the bus ride home, I keep falling asleep and jolting up again. So lethargic. I'm totally drained out my energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent like $200 within two weeks. And I only went out for 5 days. I didn't realized I could spend that much. I'm sucha spendthrift. Hahah. 33 pictures uploaded onto Photobucket;  151 more to go. Gonna rot at home with nothing to do for the next two weeks. I'm soooooo bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2578383299438852708-2038040183296621853?l=lynxonia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/feeds/2038040183296621853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2009/11/dont-tell-me-how-to-live-when-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/2038040183296621853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/2038040183296621853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2009/11/dont-tell-me-how-to-live-when-you.html' title='Don&apos;t tell me how to live when you looked like shit yourself.'/><author><name>Kuabueyloki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12494670718965222251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2578383299438852708.post-6909132746111203215</id><published>2009-11-11T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T17:05:23.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How can I listen to my mind without breaking my heart?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt253/pinkavenu-e/29-1-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rotting my ass at home. Rushed to primary school because sis was stuck in the general office for don'tknowwhat reason. Then, the teacher told me to sign the paper before going back. Sis went Ngee Ann secondary with her friends and I went to buy lunch with Weeting, who arrived shortly afterwards. I wanted to go home after that, but Weeting dragged me back to the primary school to accompany her while she fetch her cousin. Then, we arrived early and had to wait 15 minutes for the bell to ring. THANKS TO WEETING. -.-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought the class chalet start today, but I saw lots of my classmates online early afternoon. I'm going for tomorrow only, so today I'm just rotting at home listening to songs and watching youtube. BORED. Oh yeah, just created another blog skin out of boredom. Actually, I thought of changing skin, so I decided to make one. URL: &lt;a href="http://fuckobitcho.blogspot.com/"&gt;fuckobitcho.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;. But after I compare the current skin with the new skin, I prefer the current one better. Grrr, maybe I'll submit the latter skin to blogskins.com and stick with the current one. Now I'm not sure what type of skin I'm looking for. Damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2578383299438852708-6909132746111203215?l=lynxonia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/feeds/6909132746111203215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-can-i-listen-to-my-mind-without.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/6909132746111203215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/6909132746111203215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-can-i-listen-to-my-mind-without.html' title='How can I listen to my mind without breaking my heart?'/><author><name>Kuabueyloki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12494670718965222251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2578383299438852708.post-5721114166340189376</id><published>2009-11-10T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T22:53:56.038+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your love is a lie.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt253/pinkavenu-e/DSC02891-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt253/pinkavenu-e/DSC02889-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt253/pinkavenu-e/DSC02895-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt253/pinkavenu-e/DSC02903-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt253/pinkavenu-e/DSC02923-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt253/pinkavenu-e/DSC02927-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt253/pinkavenu-e/DSC02925-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt253/pinkavenu-e/DSC02930-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with Agnes, Limli and Weeting yesterday to school. Bought books and uniforms, as well as collecting the notes Ms. Shaheeda left at the general office. After that, headed directly to IKEA for lunch. Bill costed up to $20+ and we ate there for about one hour. After that, walked to GIANT to buy ingredients to make sandwiches. Totalled up and divided by four only cost each of us $1.18. Missed the Tampines shuttle bus at GIANT, then Agnes told us to run to COURTS to catch the bus. Managed to catch it and alighted at Tampines mall. Took bus home from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was just another day to rot my ass at home. Spent the morning in front of this piece of machinery and the rest of the afternoon at granny's house. Class chalet starts tomorrow, but I'm not going for tomorrow. I'm only going for the BBQ, which is on Thursday. Not staying overnight either. Got things to see to. Oh, well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2578383299438852708-5721114166340189376?l=lynxonia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/feeds/5721114166340189376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2009/11/your-love-is-lie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/5721114166340189376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/5721114166340189376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2009/11/your-love-is-lie.html' title='Your love is a lie.'/><author><name>Kuabueyloki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12494670718965222251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2578383299438852708.post-194357746171345602</id><published>2009-11-08T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T13:29:29.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You can hide behind your stories, but don't take me for a fool.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt253/pinkavenu-e/canonpowershotA460-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Jeffrey gave me a camera yesterday. It was a red one, really cool. And I like it that way because the shots were clear and they came out nice. Took some photos at Uncle Andy's wedding yesterday. But the sad thing was, I WENT AND ACCIDENTALLY DELETE THE PHOTOS. Now I can't even make a video of the wedding and let you see. So sad... But never mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2578383299438852708-194357746171345602?l=lynxonia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/feeds/194357746171345602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-can-hide-behind-your-stories-but.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/194357746171345602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/194357746171345602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-can-hide-behind-your-stories-but.html' title='You can hide behind your stories, but don&apos;t take me for a fool.'/><author><name>Kuabueyloki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12494670718965222251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2578383299438852708.post-4622532386378525857</id><published>2009-11-04T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T22:32:04.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I tried to stay awake and remember my name.</title><content type='html'>Today was just another random day. I overslept until 10+ when I'm supposed to meet Weeting at the bus stop by 10.45am. And bathing took me 20 minutes, which adds to the time. Got to the bus stop late and missed truckloads of bus. Went 7-11 to buy breakfast before chasing bus 39 with Weeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured we were late but when we got there, a bunch of students were waiting for Ms. Shaheeda, so lucky us. Revised some topics for Sec 3 and took notes about the topic that's going to get tested for Sec 4. After that, dismissal. I stupidly bought my lunch without realizing I was meeting Amanda for lunch today. Amanda called when I got home, asking if the lunch was still on. That's when I remembered. Groan, blame my forgetfulness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met her at MacDonalds downstairs. Can you believe it? I ate MacDonalds for 2 days simultaneously. Talked about trivial things like school, results and stuffs. Then, she came to my house and we did quizzes and listening to songs on youtube. Played a game she recommended and I gave up after dying 12 times. Freaky. She went home after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing else to do after that, so i rotted away on the internet. Still trying to find a way to pay the membership of Spineworld. Any idea how paypal work? I'm desperately need it. And I want a Sims 3 CD for my birthday! Or a Sylvanian Family dollhouse? But that would be really expensive because the price is about $209.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="435" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fe7KL3LlqAM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fe7KL3LlqAM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="435" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The video is in Japanese, but you can read from the English subtitle, yes? And isn't this just the coolest? Right, right, right??? But the dollhouse and the equipments were sold separately. Boohoo. Mom's still thinking about buying. I told her I'm going to buy the whole Sylvanian collection when I earned enough money in the future, and she said she wondered if the collection still exist by that time. Hahah, I hope so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2578383299438852708-4622532386378525857?l=lynxonia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/feeds/4622532386378525857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-tried-to-stay-awake-and-remember-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/4622532386378525857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/4622532386378525857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-tried-to-stay-awake-and-remember-my.html' title='I tried to stay awake and remember my name.'/><author><name>Kuabueyloki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12494670718965222251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2578383299438852708.post-6830135481769494901</id><published>2009-11-03T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T19:05:12.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sealed with lies with so many tears.</title><content type='html'>Went to school today for English tutorial with Agnes, Limli and Weeting, but in the end, that teacher doesn't need us. She wants to teach Limli alone. So Agnes, Weeting and I sat at the library, reading. When we are about to leave, Mdm. Ena forced us to borrow books. Weeting followed me home as usual because she has to fetch her lil' cousin from school, which is coincidentally my primary school. Played around with that wig before heading to Macdonalds. After fetching her cousin, I walked straight home, afk-ed on RC and went directly to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was spent going to Pasir Ris park. Rent a bicycle with Weeting and we rode from PSP to Loyang secondary and back to PSP. Then, we took the train to Simei and I bought books from Popular. Her father called and asked if we can help carry goods. And, before I knew it, I was heading for Woodland. Goods were heavy, and there were no lifts. Have to take the stairs. Had lunch there before going back Tampines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been listening to songs and I think Lily Allen's &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Naive&lt;/span&gt; is very nice. Same goes for &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Everyone's changing&lt;/span&gt;, but I like the original singer. Anyway, I'm supposed to be going out 2 hours ago, but I overslept. Going out soon to buy some necessities for the wedding on Saturday. Pictures with Weeting again today, but I'll only post one. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt253/pinkavenu-e/Picture0002-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2578383299438852708-6830135481769494901?l=lynxonia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/feeds/6830135481769494901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2009/11/sealed-with-lies-with-so-many-tears.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/6830135481769494901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/6830135481769494901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2009/11/sealed-with-lies-with-so-many-tears.html' title='Sealed with lies with so many tears.'/><author><name>Kuabueyloki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12494670718965222251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2578383299438852708.post-7540399830649506624</id><published>2009-10-31T22:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T18:22:54.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY HALLOOOOOWEEN, EVERYONE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt253/pinkavenu-e/28.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the whole day rotting away on the computer again. Wanna slept through morning and afternoon, but the cleaning auntie was coming, so mom made me wake up. I tried to read Murakami's book: &lt;i&gt;Blind willow, sleeping woman&lt;/i&gt;. Don't know why, all of a sudden, I didn't feel like continuing it anymore. It was a book full of short stories, and &lt;i&gt;blind willow, sleeping woman&lt;/i&gt; was one of them. I didn't know; I thought they were a complete novel. Aye, and I still borrowed another book (this time, a novel) by him: &lt;i&gt;After the quake&lt;/i&gt;. My plan was to finish these two books, plus another one book, by tomorrow so I could return them to the library by Monday. And to think I'd just borrowed them on Friday.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finished watching Special A. It was nice. I thought of watching Tsubasa after Special A, but I saw the Tsubasa list and it was like, wow. There's 4 saga, which I figured will take me up to 3 months to finish watching since I'm working on my novel at the same time. Oh, and I decided to get it publish. Dad said I have to contact the publisher and show him the draft before deciding. Oh, well. I don't care if it gets published; I just want to write. Hahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uncle Eddie is going to the airport now to fetch dad. He's coming home from Hong Kong. HONG KONG! AREN'T YOU JEALOUS, AGNES SEAH? Hmm? Hahah. We're not going to fetch dad 'cause it's raining. But at least, I can stay home and wait for the present. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a side note, Happy Halloooooween to all of you netizens out here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2578383299438852708-7540399830649506624?l=lynxonia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/feeds/7540399830649506624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-halloooooween-everyone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/7540399830649506624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/7540399830649506624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-halloooooween-everyone.html' title='HAPPY HALLOOOOOWEEN, EVERYONE!'/><author><name>Kuabueyloki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12494670718965222251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2578383299438852708.post-6866225991450233128</id><published>2009-10-30T16:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T16:46:51.451+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Revenge is sweeter than you ever were.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#1BBDAC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;IT'S OFFICIAL SCHOOL HOLIDAY FROM NOW ONWARDS! WOOHOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back my report book today. Wasn't really satisfied about it. I ACTUALLY GOT A CLASS POSITION OF 25!!! Can you believe it? CAN YOU? I got really pissed and kept ranting about it to Weeting all the way to the bus stop. Grrrrr, I swear, next year I must get at least top 15. I SWEAR! Humph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Weeting and I went to the library after receiving our report books. Arrived there before the library open, so we walked around Tampines Mall and Century Square, but unfortunately, only Macdonalds and some shops is open. Then, we bought pies and slacked at the playground until 10+, then we headed for the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeting's mother came to find us in the library. Then, she went home while we took bus back to my house. Camwhored again with my laptop camera again. Photos below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt253/pinkavenu-e/Picture0034-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt253/pinkavenu-e/Picture0029-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt253/pinkavenu-e/Picture0037-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt253/pinkavenu-e/Picture0036-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt253/pinkavenu-e/Picture0039-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt253/pinkavenu-e/Picture0043-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt253/pinkavenu-e/Picture0055-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt253/pinkavenu-e/Picture0058-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to buy lunch at Macdonalds before going to ESPS to fetch Weeting's cousin, as well as my sis. They gave me the Monopoly stickers. I don't know how the hell do I play it, so I threw the four stickers away. Who cares? I don't play them at all. I don't even get the meaning of winning stupid prizes with useless pieces of sticky papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling sleepy recently. Don't know if there's something wrong with my brain circuit, hahah. Wanted to become a member on Spineworld, but I couldn't find any that could pay with mobile. Yet, they say on the membership requirement that I can use mobile to pay. Damn it, how do they pay for their membership, anyway?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2578383299438852708-6866225991450233128?l=lynxonia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/feeds/6866225991450233128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2009/10/revenge-is-sweeter-than-you-ever-were.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/6866225991450233128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/6866225991450233128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2009/10/revenge-is-sweeter-than-you-ever-were.html' title='Revenge is sweeter than you ever were.'/><author><name>Kuabueyloki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12494670718965222251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2578383299438852708.post-1892228510304667874</id><published>2009-10-27T17:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T22:52:10.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobody said it would be this hard.</title><content type='html'>Boring day, I shouldn't have come to school. Want to skip school, but ended up going anyway. Post-exam activities was boring shit. Had to go to the performance theater to listen to the presentation by Ms. Tan, then to AVA for math. Mr. Raj talked and talked for like, half an hour until he was left with 20 minutes to teach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after his lesson, was recess. Then, slacked at the library. Didn't went into the clubhouse after that; it was an animate desert. A sauna, even though it was raining heavily outside. So slacked outside the HOD office until it was time to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took bus home with Weeting and Limli. Weeting alighted at my stop because she's coming to my house. After that, we camwhored with my laptop camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt253/pinkavenu-e/Picture0014-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, walked to my primary school to fetch sis and helped Weeting locate her cousin. Found them both and we walked to the bus stop, where Weeting and her cousin took the bus home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well. Have to go to school again tomorrow. Feel like skipping it, but Agnes said, "I think you'd better come to school tomorrow" after seeing Mr. Raj flared his temper at the absentees today. Hahah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2578383299438852708-1892228510304667874?l=lynxonia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/feeds/1892228510304667874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2009/10/nobody-said-it-would-be-this-hard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/1892228510304667874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/1892228510304667874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2009/10/nobody-said-it-would-be-this-hard.html' title='Nobody said it would be this hard.'/><author><name>Kuabueyloki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12494670718965222251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2578383299438852708.post-6695522365517548116</id><published>2009-10-26T14:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T14:26:58.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything happens for a reason.</title><content type='html'>Hey. Didn't really feel like posting today. Yesterday was fun while it lasted. I was walking like drunkard when it was time to go home. I couldn't see properly. And I know I was looking like one complete idiot with no sense of balance because I keep falling sideways. Almost landed on my butt, but luckily, I didn't. Weeting said Hakim was shocked when I suddenly slammed onto the fence. I don't know what came over me, though. It was like Hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was just another day spent on rotting away at the computer. I was really bored, so I went searching for inspiration for blog skins. Didn't find any, though. I gave up and decided to play Pet Society and RC. Downloaded Mozilla Firefox because the Safari 40.3 link Zhaiwei gave me didn't work. I'm still trying to get used to Mozilla Firefox, but I'm using IE in the meantime. Will get used to it in the future, I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well. Today was my last day of tuition. HURRAY! Should get going to Granny's house. I'm going directly to tuition after that. Till then, byebye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2578383299438852708-6695522365517548116?l=lynxonia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/feeds/6695522365517548116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2009/10/everything-happens-for-reason.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/6695522365517548116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/6695522365517548116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2009/10/everything-happens-for-reason.html' title='Everything happens for a reason.'/><author><name>Kuabueyloki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12494670718965222251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2578383299438852708.post-7749219365464421968</id><published>2009-10-25T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T21:27:40.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When life gets hard, screw it.</title><content type='html'>Went out with Zhaiwei, Hakim, Randy, Yufa and Weeting today. It was a last-minute decision when Zhaiwei asked me last night. Was on the phone with Weeting, so asked her along too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Weeting at the bus stop before heading down to White Sands to meet Zhaiwei, Hakim and Randy. Then, walked all the way to Downtown East. Hakim paid for the tickets with his Nebo card. Sat the Viking ship while the boys went Go-karting. Felt like vomiting because I haven't come to the Escape theme park since last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the boys went to play the water boat thingy. After that, played Wet&amp;amp;Wild with Hakim. Water's shocking and salty. My jeans were entirely wet. Rode Viking again with the whole gang twice, and I really don't feel good. Yufa joined us after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break, then they went back to playing Go-kart. Exhaust air was making me nauseous. I almost crashed with Weeting, then I slowed down. Suddenly went out of gas and lost control down the slope. Stucked. Weeting and I took a break after that. Then, Hakim went missing. The five of us played the ferris wheel. Funny. Then, to the aeroplane ride and Hakim came back. The six of us went into the haunted house and I was screaming like a madwoman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got out of Escape for a break. Took some group photos and Zhaiwei had to go back home, so the remaining five of us went back to Escape. They played Go-kart again while Weeting and I played the Wet&amp;amp;Wild twice. Got really wet, then sat with Randy and Yufa on the Viking ship again. Suddenly, my head went bonkers and I started seeing doubles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They went home after that. Hakim walked with us to the bus stop and I couldn't walk straight. I kept focusing on the straight line until it split into two, then I don't know which to follow, so I fell sideways. Walked like a stupid drunkard, except this headache is really irritating the hell outta me. Got home, still wet from the ride. After showering, headache was slightly better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#1bbdac;"&gt;THANKS, EVERYONE, FOR TODAY. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Some photos below.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt253/pinkavenu-e/DSC01463-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hakim and Randy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt253/pinkavenu-e/DSC02822-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hakim and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt253/pinkavenu-e/DSC01467-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Weeting and me. Credits to Zhaiwei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt253/pinkavenu-e/DSC02825-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Zhaiwei, hahah. Credits to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt253/pinkavenu-e/DSC02828-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The foursome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt253/pinkavenu-e/DSC02833-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Group picture to end this post. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2578383299438852708-7749219365464421968?l=lynxonia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/feeds/7749219365464421968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-life-gets-hard-screw-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/7749219365464421968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/7749219365464421968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-life-gets-hard-screw-it.html' title='When life gets hard, screw it.'/><author><name>Kuabueyloki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12494670718965222251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2578383299438852708.post-6510857914976844085</id><published>2009-10-24T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T01:03:21.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I say jump, you say how high.</title><content type='html'>Hey, everyone. Sorry for not updating for the past three days. Still grieving over the loss of my marks. Yeah, have you heard? I got my results back on Thursday and Friday. And some of them were not the results I expected it to be. I guess overall, I failed both my math papers. The others, I'm not sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the library after school with Kyna, Limli and Weeting. Saw Natalie in the bus. I think that's her, because she looked vaguely familiar. And the funny fact is, she remembered me when I don't even realize we were in the same bus. Spent some time at the library, before going for lunch. Weeting walked me to the bus stop and we talked. Cleared some misunderstanding and I felt accomplished. &lt;em&gt;Yeah, someone may be still misunderstanding me.&lt;/em&gt; And god, it's been so many years. But who cares? Bus-ed home and I took a nap immediately. So freaking tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of making a new blog skin. But no inspirations. I'd combed through blogskins.com, and found a few awesome ones. I like skins made by &lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/me/everlastingroses"&gt;everlastingroses&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/me/toomunch"&gt;toomunch&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.blogskins.com/me/twenty5"&gt;twenty&lt;/a&gt;. They were amazing. But I don't feel like changing my layout, so I guess I'll probably stick with the current one. The re-coding and re-editing takes hours, which is a waste of time. Maybe during the holidays? Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P/S:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#1bbdac;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Can go?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; by Weeting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2578383299438852708-6510857914976844085?l=lynxonia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/feeds/6510857914976844085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-i-say-jump-you-say-how-high.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/6510857914976844085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/6510857914976844085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2009/10/when-i-say-jump-you-say-how-high.html' title='When I say jump, you say how high.'/><author><name>Kuabueyloki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12494670718965222251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2578383299438852708.post-8317247664764653998</id><published>2009-10-20T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T17:46:42.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where did the sun go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt253/pinkavenu-e/DSC02695-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at about 2.45pm today. I'm bored at home, but I don't want to go out. Sis actually wanted to drag me out to Tampines Mall, but she gave up persuading me so she went with her friend. There's nothing to do online, except tweeting, Pet Society and RC. But Pet Society have nothing either; I don't know what to buy other than Halloween stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find a RC cheat engine download all day, but TO NO AVAIL. So I gave up on finding and decided to stick with the goody-two-shoes method of afk-ing and waiting for it to level up. Oh, well. Back to Boredville.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2578383299438852708-8317247664764653998?l=lynxonia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/feeds/8317247664764653998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2009/10/where-did-sun-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/8317247664764653998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/8317247664764653998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2009/10/where-did-sun-go.html' title='Where did the sun go?'/><author><name>Kuabueyloki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12494670718965222251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2578383299438852708.post-8807475432309737341</id><published>2009-10-19T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T19:47:38.588+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If a picture paints a thousand words.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Itinerary today:&lt;/strong&gt; Meet with Weeting before meeting Agnes and Limli at WS MRT. I didn't know what to wear, so i wore a blue t-shirt with a yellow jacket. Weeting was damn late, and instead of meeting at 11.30am, we ended up meeting at 12pm. Thanks to Weeting. Hahah, I just can't stop blaming her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Train-ed to Bugis after that. Strolled around Parco, before heading to Iluma. Found nothing of interest there, so we went Bugis Street. It was really warm and stuffy inside that cramped space. Bought clothes and stuffs before going back Parco. Went arcade and wasted $5 on that stupid soft toy and sweets machine. After that, train-ed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some photos we took on our trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt253/pinkavenu-e/DSC02705-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt253/pinkavenu-e/DSC02706-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt253/pinkavenu-e/DSC02707-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt253/pinkavenu-e/DSC02713-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt253/pinkavenu-e/091019_123951-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt253/pinkavenu-e/091019_130931-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt253/pinkavenu-e/091019_131226-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt253/pinkavenu-e/IMG00148-20091019-1634-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2578383299438852708-8807475432309737341?l=lynxonia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/feeds/8807475432309737341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-picture-paints-thousand-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/8807475432309737341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/8807475432309737341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-picture-paints-thousand-words.html' title='If a picture paints a thousand words.'/><author><name>Kuabueyloki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12494670718965222251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2578383299438852708.post-4642208887185025265</id><published>2009-10-18T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T15:22:09.621+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To hear the softly spoken magic spells.</title><content type='html'>I totally agree with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day,&lt;br /&gt;You fritter and waste the hours in an off-hand way.&lt;br /&gt;Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.&lt;br /&gt;Tired of lying in the sunshine and staying at home to watch the rain.&lt;br /&gt;You are young and life's still long, and there's time to kill today.&lt;br /&gt;And then one day, you find ten years have gotten behind you.&lt;br /&gt;No one told you when to run, and you missed the starting gun.&lt;br /&gt;And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking.&lt;br /&gt;And racing around to come up behind you again.&lt;br /&gt;The sun is the same in the relative way, but you're older.&lt;br /&gt;Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time - Pink Floyd.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Life is really unpredictable. One minute you are alive and kicking; another few years and you are already supporting yourself with a crutch. That's how life is, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today was just another slacking day. There's nothing to do online except tweeting and afk-ing in RC. To-do list: Hagen's food, return library books. Things are driving me crazy somehow. Have to run errands, make the bed, clean Hagen's cage. God, this is life after exams. So "free" from stress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2578383299438852708-4642208887185025265?l=lynxonia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/feeds/4642208887185025265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-hear-softly-spoken-magic-spells.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/4642208887185025265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/4642208887185025265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-hear-softly-spoken-magic-spells.html' title='To hear the softly spoken magic spells.'/><author><name>Kuabueyloki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12494670718965222251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2578383299438852708.post-9107866794562858917</id><published>2009-10-17T21:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T23:22:27.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know what's worth fighting for.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Good news:&lt;/strong&gt; someone wanted to hire me to do graphics and he pays more than 1000 a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bad news:&lt;/strong&gt; mom rejected the offer.&lt;br /&gt;That person was one of mom's client, I think. He asked if she had any daughter who knew how to draw. Secondary school is no problem. But mom said no because she doesn't want me to work. I can buy a lot of clothes and toys with 1000 dollars, you know? Plus, within 3 months, I can already take a trip to as far as Canada for a holiday. And mom declined it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Iluma at Bugis street today with family. I saw bunny backpacks, really cute. Mom wanted to buy for me and when she called the salesgirl, I suddenly changed my mind. Was kind of afraid I might not use it after two or three times and then, it would be a waste. Then to Otaku House. There was so many cosplaying items on sales, even the costumes from Vampire Knight and Jigoku Shoujo. But their size were XXL. As if anyone will be able to fit in because the outfit was at least 190cm high. Mom wanted to buy the Tamaki's bear hat for me, but I don't think I'll wear it outside. Will be the laughing stock of the entire town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, went to salon to trim my hair and then, bought a couple of shorts and tidbits. But those tidbits were not for me. I'm in the middle of a diet. Control is now, a new word implanted into my dictionary. And determination, and perseverance. Chocolates, sweets and tidbits are outta the dictionary for the period until I'm able to slim down 5 kgs. Hahah. Should exercise more too. I'm really getting lazy since holiday is coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt253/pinkavenu-e/Untitled-10-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm already in a HALLOOOOOOOOOOWEEN mood these days. But you know, people can get really fat during Halloween because it's the season of candy-giving. So for this Halloween, I'm not gonna accept any sweets from parents. I'll just play trick-or-"threat" with them. Hahah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2578383299438852708-9107866794562858917?l=lynxonia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/feeds/9107866794562858917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-dont-know-whats-worth-fighting-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/9107866794562858917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/9107866794562858917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-dont-know-whats-worth-fighting-for.html' title='I don&apos;t know what&apos;s worth fighting for.'/><author><name>Kuabueyloki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12494670718965222251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2578383299438852708.post-8235858216745164658</id><published>2009-10-15T15:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T15:52:31.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams are finally over! Over, I said!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#1bbdac;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EXAMS ARE OFFICALLY OVER! OVER! OVER! OVER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After mugging for two weeks, I'm finally done with my exams. Not gonna touch my books from now on. Let it rot in the cupboard for all I care. Hahah, I'm in euphoria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The road to success is not always straight.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is a curve called &lt;strong&gt;failure&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A loop called &lt;strong&gt;confusion&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Speed bumps called &lt;strong&gt;friends&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Red lights called &lt;strong&gt;enemies&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Caution lights called &lt;strong&gt;family&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'll have tires called &lt;strong&gt;jobs&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But if you have a spare called &lt;strong&gt;determination&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;An engine called &lt;strong&gt;perseverance&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A driver called &lt;strong&gt;God&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You'll make it to a place called &lt;strong&gt;Success&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My holiday starts &lt;span style="color:#1bbdac;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;RIGHT NOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Still, 16 more days to Halloween and official school holiday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2578383299438852708-8235858216745164658?l=lynxonia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/feeds/8235858216745164658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2009/10/exams-are-finally-over-over-i-said.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/8235858216745164658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/8235858216745164658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2009/10/exams-are-finally-over-over-i-said.html' title='Exams are finally over! Over, I said!'/><author><name>Kuabueyloki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12494670718965222251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2578383299438852708.post-6415096138802663157</id><published>2009-10-14T19:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T14:18:57.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pay to get in, pray to get out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt253/pinkavenu-e/21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helloh, everyone. How's life? It's been a while, but fate's not looking good on me. I'd spent 2 weeks of mugging for my exams, but when the real test come, my mind's a complete blank. Not sure why. I practically forgotten almost all the formulas I studied so hard for. Screwed my a.math paper, e.math paper 2, my Geography paper, my Physics paper and I know I'm gonna screw my Chemistry paper up tomorrow too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to me for my exam tomorrow. Tomorrow will be the last day, WOOHOO! After that, it's celebration time. Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2578383299438852708-6415096138802663157?l=lynxonia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/feeds/6415096138802663157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2009/10/pay-to-get-in-pray-to-get-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/6415096138802663157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/6415096138802663157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2009/10/pay-to-get-in-pray-to-get-out.html' title='Pay to get in, pray to get out.'/><author><name>Kuabueyloki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12494670718965222251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2578383299438852708.post-490055234186987871</id><published>2009-10-02T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T17:26:26.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake me up when October ends.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt253/pinkavenu-e/20-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Raj made us waited outside the AVA room for one whole hour. It was so warm and stuffy sitting outside there, like a suana. So Weeting, Shiping and I went to slack outside the girls' toilet while waiting. Then, Miqin and Diyana came to join us. Apparently, Mr. Raj had some urgent meeting that lasted for one hour, so when he came back to us, it's time to go home. No math lesson today, oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are coming, and I need motivation to study. Will not be updating my blog from now onwards because I'll be busy studying and writing notes for my exams. Till then, byebye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#1bbdac;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MIA-ing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2578383299438852708-490055234186987871?l=lynxonia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/feeds/490055234186987871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2009/10/mr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/490055234186987871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/490055234186987871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2009/10/mr.html' title='Wake me up when October ends.'/><author><name>Kuabueyloki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12494670718965222251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2578383299438852708.post-2448589958410939704</id><published>2009-10-01T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T16:55:13.905+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing through the night.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#1bbdac;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY CHILDREN'S DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English and Chinese paper 1 today. Chinese paper was okay-okay, but English is a disaster. Not sure what to write for English. So for now, I guess I can only place my hope in my Chinese paper, even though I sucks in it, but still passable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2578383299438852708-2448589958410939704?l=lynxonia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/feeds/2448589958410939704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2009/10/dancing-through-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/2448589958410939704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/2448589958410939704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2009/10/dancing-through-night.html' title='Dancing through the night.'/><author><name>Kuabueyloki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12494670718965222251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2578383299438852708.post-7684974098241688598</id><published>2009-09-30T16:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T17:24:26.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Or did you lie from the start?</title><content type='html'>Changed my layout a little bit just now, but then it doesn't cater to what I'm looking for, so I changed back to the original. I was thinking of making a navigational skin again, but it wears me out and I'm sick of it. Maybe I should stick to non-navigational blog layout for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chemistry and Physics practical exam today. Screw my Physics paper. I calculated wrongly. I should find the average of the two timings then divide by 20 oscillations, but instead, I went to divide it by the length. How stupid. When I realized it, it's too late to make changes, so I leave it. Gonna fail that practical paper, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the paper, we had to stay in the hall until 10am before we were released. Went to White Sands for breakfast at MacDonalds before coming back for Mr. Raj's math lessons. I know I'm good, but not exactly studious. I turned up for the 'extra' lesson anyway. In the end, he teached the same thing he taught yesterday. Wasted trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeting's father drove Limli and I home. He dropped us at my usual bus stop since Limli can take bus there. Hahah, thanks, Weeting. And her father. Got home and discovered that mom took my laptop away and the bedroom door is closed. I thought of taking a nap after all this, until sis came home and opened the door. Apparently, it wasn't locked, so I took my laptop. Hahah, I'm an evil genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ransacked the fridge and found mom bought 12 bars of kinderbreuno. Normally, it was mom who would say 'no' to chocolates, but yesterday she went shopping. Wondered what'd gotten into her. Maybe she was in a good mood yesterday? But whatever it is, I had to stop eating chocolates or my dieting won't be effective. But then again, it wasn't effective anymore since I'd eaten MacDonalds and a bunch of other high-in-calories products. Grrrrr, screw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been playing Pet Society recently, since September 1. But compared to Restaurant City, I think Restaurant City is much better. It's easier to earn money and ingredients. The only flaw is that once the rating gets high, you'll have no place for your customers. Or when your character's energy become very low and they move slowly, the tables will be filled with plates and customers complain. Oh, god. What the hell am I talking? But you get what I meant, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt253/pinkavenu-e/Untitled2-3-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried to retrieve my runescape account, but I'd lost the password. Oh, well. Shall create another one. In the meantime, I'll resume playing Spineworld and Wonderland Online.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2578383299438852708-7684974098241688598?l=lynxonia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/feeds/7684974098241688598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2009/09/or-did-you-lie-from-start.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/7684974098241688598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/7684974098241688598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2009/09/or-did-you-lie-from-start.html' title='Or did you lie from the start?'/><author><name>Kuabueyloki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12494670718965222251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2578383299438852708.post-2672866237069404322</id><published>2009-09-29T22:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T22:51:55.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So close, yet so far.</title><content type='html'>Don't you just adore Murakami Haruki? I love his books. They were sooooo awesome. I saw his collection at Kinokuniya bookstore recently, and I'm dying to buy them. Read the summary and they were so touching, but apparently, I was flat broke. He's working on his latest novel, Ichi kyu hachi yon. Not sure when they will be stores, but I'll buy it. Hahah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2578383299438852708-2672866237069404322?l=lynxonia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/feeds/2672866237069404322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-close-yet-so-far.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/2672866237069404322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/2672866237069404322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2009/09/so-close-yet-so-far.html' title='So close, yet so far.'/><author><name>Kuabueyloki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12494670718965222251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2578383299438852708.post-5753339989257029308</id><published>2009-09-28T22:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T22:50:20.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take me to your candy shop.</title><content type='html'>No mood to do anything. I'm experiencing Bipolar disorder now. I'm so screwed. Screwed my math test. Screw it, screw it, screw it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, I tried to finish the whole paper, but in the end, still no time for it. And damn, I got the answer for the modulus question but no time to write it down. So I was pissed because I got the answer. No luck. But I did finish my e.math paper. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, changed my blog layout today and submitted the previous one to blogskins.com, just like how the person requested. I know I'm good. I'm such an angel. If you want, here's the &lt;a href="http://blogskins.com/info/300626"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt; for downloading the skin, and the image below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt253/pinkavenu-e/Untitled-9-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2578383299438852708-5753339989257029308?l=lynxonia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/feeds/5753339989257029308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2009/09/take-me-to-your-candy-shop.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/5753339989257029308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/5753339989257029308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2009/09/take-me-to-your-candy-shop.html' title='Take me to your candy shop.'/><author><name>Kuabueyloki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12494670718965222251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2578383299438852708.post-791110074719762477</id><published>2009-09-27T19:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T23:41:50.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes after the summer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt253/pinkavenu-e/19.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to create a new blog. New posts, but tagboard and URL will remain the same. It's almost a year now since I started blogging, so I'm deleting the previous blog away. Say 'helloh' to the new blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's tomorrow, and exams start in 3 days' time. I've revised my Geography, but the topic on Rivers is a bit too long. I spent almost two hours memorizing and copying down notes for Rivers. Haven't start on my a.math and Social Studies yet. Plus, I didn't bring my Chemistry notes home. Disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was just a day for revision. I woke up at 10.30am and went for breakfast with family before going to Granny's house to relax. Then, head home to revise on my Geography when I should be revising for Social Studies instead. There's about 16 more days to Geography exam and why the heck am I studying it now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I continued studying for Geography because I'm almost halfway through it. I should pay more attention in class, but the lessons teachers give each day wears me out because their tone of voice was like, so boring and dead. Nevertheless, I'll continue to keep up with the lessons. Hopefully, I will be able to grab some concepts of a.math, e.math and Chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, talking about Chemistry makes me feel like fainting. For the entire year, I don't think I've learnt a single shit about metal and bases. And what are acidic and non-acidic, and how do you indentify them? &lt;em&gt;Buck up, Lynn. The exams isn't a joke.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've put my Chemistry 10year series in school. I was ransacking my whole study room for it, until I gave up and complained to Agnes. She thinks it's in school. I thought so too. Shall check again tomorrow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2578383299438852708-791110074719762477?l=lynxonia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/feeds/791110074719762477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2009/09/changes-during-summer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/791110074719762477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2578383299438852708/posts/default/791110074719762477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynxonia.blogspot.com/2009/09/changes-during-summer.html' title='Changes after the summer.'/><author><name>Kuabueyloki</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12494670718965222251</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
