<?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-12987948</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:42:17.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~* Fallen Angel *~</title><subtitle type='html'>My world. My life. My rant. My thoughts.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>~*SpIraLyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5008/1124/1600/035.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>75</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12987948.post-5587995645925736749</id><published>2009-04-09T13:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T13:50:42.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fat fat fat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Im getting fatter and fatter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot seem to control my eating habits now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a glutton cos I keep eating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pants are getting tighter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My face is getting rounder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel my fats oozing from the sides and around my waist...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's depressing for me to grow fat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am single and no one is interested in me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just a fat, lonely and depressed person...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will I ever find the love of my life &amp;amp; slimness I once had?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12987948-5587995645925736749?l=spiralynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/feeds/5587995645925736749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12987948&amp;postID=5587995645925736749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/5587995645925736749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/5587995645925736749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/2009/04/fat-fat-fat.html' title='Fat fat fat'/><author><name>~*SpIraLyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5008/1124/1600/035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12987948.post-3342096764083599301</id><published>2009-03-30T11:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T11:28:12.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weekend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;Hi peeps, it's Monday again and it's back to the drawing board... sigh... Weekends are too short, I tell ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday after work, I headed straight for my gathering with our fellow ex-Monashians in Pyramid. Luckily I decided to drive to work on Friday (cos I figured I would reach Sunway quicker if I drove straight from KL after work, rather than take public transport back to PJ then go straight after getting my car. AND I WAS RIGHT!). Reached and parked my car in Pyramid by 7pm (appointment was @ 7.30pm). Our initial plan was to have dinner in Thai Thai (cos one of our friends wanted Thai food). But last minute, she bailed on us cos she wasn't in the mood to come after knocking her car into a motorbike around her office area in Puchong. And since one of our friends was vegetarian on Friday ("chor yat"), we had to go somewhere where she can order salad and what better place than western food restaurant. So... we chose Tony Roma's. There was only me, Yunn Horng, Shi Hui, Jon &amp;amp; Tzey Huey (Carolyn). It was a super filling and fun dinner. Was great catching up with old and close friends (we usually have our reunion dinner about once in a month or two, just to catch up with each other and keep in touch). Was particularly fun that night cos one of our ex-unimates (Carolyn) came down from Singapore to visit us. It's been years since we last met her! =) The dinner ended at 11pm and we headed back to our cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sat, I went to Malacca for a food &amp;amp; Jonker escapade with Dre &amp;amp; MG. Zoey was supposed to go along as well, but bailed last minute cos she came down with the fever (aww) so it was just us three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove over to Carrefour, Subang to park my car (cos it's free!) and had to wait for Dre &amp;amp; MG for, like, 1 whole hour cos when I sms-ed to her at 9.30am, they JUST woke up. We were supposed to meet at 10am at Carrefour. So I stood there and waited and waited and... finally at almost 11am, they finally arrived. Anyhow, went for breakfast @ McD's then headed for Malacca...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First stop once we reached destination zero was... Chicken Rice Balls! Now, I do not know what's with all the hoo-hahs made by people towards those balls of rice, cos I personally prefer the normal rice to balled up once. We went to the famous shop on Jonker (the one that was recommended by the chinese Ah Xian fella in a makan show which I never watched before). Was tempted to order a normal plate of rice while both of them take the rice balls, but ended up not so as to not "potong stim" for both of them who seemed so hyped up about having the rice balls. Anyhow, it was a super filling meal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next off, we loitered around Jonker, going into souvenir shops to look see, into boutiques to try on clothes but never buy, etc... til MG complained that he was tired, so we went to this cafe-bistro place caled the Geographer where I had a drink called Mango Tango (fizzy mango juice with a few strands of mangoes), MG had a bottle and a draft Carlsberg and Dre had the organic coconut (I have NO idea what the difference between organic and non-organic. Heh). It was freakin hot there that we decided to go to a mall to loiter til Jonker Street (pasar malam) starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After loitering in the mall, we headed back for Jonker. We watched this "shi fu" who is always there to do a "show" and promote his massage oil. This time round, he poked his finger thru into a coconut! At one point his finger actually got sprained/broke and blood was pouring out, by which he poured the massage oil he was promoting onto his finger. Just to prove his point that his oil works, he showed the audiences his "normal" finger before poking it into the coconut, then his swollen finger after poking it into the coconut and then his not swollen (anymore) finger after using his "miracle" oil. At one point, this aunty standing next to me was telling all her friends how it really works wonders, cos her leg always "masuk angin" then she used it and instantly it doesn't hurt anymore! End up all her friends bought the oil, which was sold that night at RM10 (normal price RM18.90)! Wonder if she has "shares" or paid to promote it for the "shi fu". Hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after that, we walked around the whole of Jonker street and by the time we left the place, it was already 11.30pm! Reached Subang at 1.30am and headed to Carrefour to get my car. That was when we discovered (horror of all horrors!) The whole of Carrefour was locked up! Even the parking space was locked! So I couldn't get my car out of there, nor can I go up to get my house keys! *faints*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So no choice, went to bunk with the couple in Holiday Villa (they rented a room there cos Dre's cousin was supposed to come down for holiday, but bailed last minute so the room was still there... thankfully!). We washed up, watched a little tv, read some newspaper &amp;amp; magazines... and at 4am, we were all too hungry to sleep! So we ordered room service (chicken sandwich). After chomping down the chicken sandwiches &amp;amp; potato wedges (I dunno if it's cos we were famished, but it was DELICIOUS!), we all slept like a log throughout the whole night... err, morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day, woke up at about noon, then me and Dre headed back to their place to do laundry and chit chat, then by 3+pm went back to the hotel to pick MG up and headed to Pyramid for super late lunch. Went to this Vietnamese restaurant (in old wing) and had our lunch at 4.30pm! LOL! The food there was not bad... quite expensive though... not suitable to makan everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Dre and I went to loiter and window shop around while MG went to play shooting game (LOL). By 7.30pm, we went over to Carrefour to buy some stuff and then got my car. Then we went our separate ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was my weekend. Pretty eventful, especially the part where my car was locked in and I could not go back home cos my house keys were not with me, huh? LOL... =P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12987948-3342096764083599301?l=spiralynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/feeds/3342096764083599301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12987948&amp;postID=3342096764083599301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/3342096764083599301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/3342096764083599301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-weekend.html' title='My Weekend...'/><author><name>~*SpIraLyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5008/1124/1600/035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12987948.post-8307373900827556155</id><published>2009-03-27T17:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T17:43:28.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend is here!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Hey hey hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a Friday again! Aren't you glad the weekend is coming? This weekend is gonna be a pretty busy one for me, as opposed to the previous two weekends, in which I just hid out in my room and basically just ate, slept, onlined, read Chicken Soup, Youtube-d, Facebook-ed, watched TVB Series, etc. Sounds so "eventful", doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for starters, I'll be headed for Sunway Pyramid after work (in about 1 hour from now) to meet up with a bunch of friends as well as Tzey Huey, who is coming down from Singapore to meet us up. Hence, a MUFY-Monash reunion thingy is born... I should think there will be about 7 or 8 of us there. We'll be headed over to Thai Thai @ 7.30pm.&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I do hope I will be able to make it there on time, considering the Friday traffic (madness, I tell ya!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do hope I can eat tonight, considering I was supposed to "save my stomach" by eating a light lunch today (ie. the bread I bought) but ended up going out for lunch with my colleagues, cos we @ DBS are showing our support for Earth Hour by shutting off all our lights for 1 hour, from 12.30pm - 1.30pm. It was pitch-black in the office! So went out for lunch. Unfortunately, it was raining like mad outside, so the whole building was basically unable to leave the premises, so the crowd was divided to either eat at T-break, our cafe on Ground Floor, or the food court on 4th floor of our building. It was so packed we decided to go for Jap food (same building) on 2nd floor. Boy, did I ever regret, cos the blardy set cost me about RM30+ (and that was the cheapest!). The bill for 5 of us came up to almost RM200! Crap wei!!!&lt;br /&gt;Food was okay, but I feel guilty now cos I was supposed to save up for tonight's splurge (on both my stomach AND purse) but ended up breaking both rules. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, tomorrow, Dre, MG &amp;amp; I would be headed down to Malacca for a day-trip - purely eating, shopping and Jonker Street madness tomorrow. (Did I mention eating? There goes my diet plan...)&lt;br /&gt;Since I dun really wanna be stuck alone with the lovebirds (if you know them, you wun wanna be stuck alone with them too considering how "romantic" they are ;P ), I have asked my ex-colleague, Zoey to go along on the trip. So we'll be finalising the plan tonight... Hopefully I can scout for some nice and cheap stuff over tomorrow! Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the outings and such these few days, I guess I should reserve Sunday for a little me-time at home. Should really let my stomach, feet &amp;amp; purse have a little rest before smoke starts coming out... =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well well... it's almost time for me to go-go... so Happy Weekend, peeps! And enjoy yourselves! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12987948-8307373900827556155?l=spiralynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/feeds/8307373900827556155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12987948&amp;postID=8307373900827556155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/8307373900827556155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/8307373900827556155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/2009/03/hey-hey-hey-its-friday-again-arent-you.html' title='Weekend is here!!!'/><author><name>~*SpIraLyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5008/1124/1600/035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12987948.post-4216741154477632016</id><published>2009-03-26T17:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T18:01:40.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is true love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Received this in an e-mail today which I would like to share with you:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is true love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pKK-sf0Ya5Y/ScsZvclbvnI/AAAAAAAAADE/u6np8dWSD-w/s1600-h/TL1.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317372087958748786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pKK-sf0Ya5Y/ScsZvclbvnI/AAAAAAAAADE/u6np8dWSD-w/s400/TL1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The girl in the picture is Katie Kirkpatrick, she is 21 . Next to her, her fiancé, Nick, 23. The picture was taken shortly before their wedding ceremony, held on January 11, 2005 in the US . Katie has terminal cancer and spend hours a day receiving medication. In the picture, Nick is waiting for her on one of the many sessions of quimo to end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317372087401451730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pKK-sf0Ya5Y/ScsZvagkENI/AAAAAAAAADM/n0k0RF_IpAs/s400/TL2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In spite of all the pain, organ failures, and morphine shots, Katie is going along with her wedding and took care of every detail. The dress had to be adjusted a few times due to her constant weight loss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317372090313058034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pKK-sf0Ya5Y/ScsZvlWvpvI/AAAAAAAAADU/rzYeAva3rVM/s400/TL3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An unusual accessory at the party was the oxygen tube that Katie used throughout the ceremony and reception as well. The other couple in the picture are Nick's parents. Excited to see her son marrying his high school sweetheart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pKK-sf0Ya5Y/ScsZvt_gHwI/AAAAAAAAADc/dEBoFOp90l0/s1600-h/TL4.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317372092631490306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pKK-sf0Ya5Y/ScsZvt_gHwI/AAAAAAAAADc/dEBoFOp90l0/s400/TL4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Katie, in her wheelchair with the oxygen tube, listening to a song from her husband and friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317373371837022738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKK-sf0Ya5Y/Scsa6LZ3ghI/AAAAAAAAADs/vKnwxQxTpAY/s400/TL5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;At the reception, katie had to take a few rests.The pain do not let her to be standing up for long periods &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317373375051806178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pKK-sf0Ya5Y/Scsa6XYVNeI/AAAAAAAAAD0/6bJku4IgTi8/s400/TL6.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Katie died five days after her wedding day. Watching a women so ill and weak getting married and with a smile on her face makes us think.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happiness is reachable, no matter how long it last. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;We should stop making our lives complicated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Life is short Break the rules forgive quickly kiss passionately, love truly laugh constantly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And never stop smiling no matter how strange life is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Life is not always the party we expected to be but as long as we are here, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;we should smile and be grateful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Even if the story was not a true life encounter; perhaps it was something made up; the true message that is conveyed here is that there is still hope out there, that there's still someone right for everyone... we just need to be patient and never stop believing. Life is short; so we should appreciate what we got and enjoy it while it last. Live for the moment and never have any regrets cos we only live once. =)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12987948-4216741154477632016?l=spiralynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/feeds/4216741154477632016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12987948&amp;postID=4216741154477632016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/4216741154477632016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/4216741154477632016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-is-true-love.html' title='This is true love...'/><author><name>~*SpIraLyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5008/1124/1600/035.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pKK-sf0Ya5Y/ScsZvclbvnI/AAAAAAAAADE/u6np8dWSD-w/s72-c/TL1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12987948.post-3080385383757824964</id><published>2009-03-23T14:21:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T17:44:54.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unlucky In Love...Definitely!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Well, it's official. He broke up with me last night. Said he couldn't take another failed long distance relationship (LDR). His previous two relationships were also LDR and they failed miserably, so he has no more confidence to do it again. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when I told him I dun mind going down every twice a month just to see him. But he minds it. He minds that I have to spend so much money to go and see him and it will be tiring for me to keep on traveling up and down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is worried that he might not be able to meet up with my expectations, blablabla...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... Im just sooo unlucky with love. Is it Im not lovable? Am I unattractive? Am I such a horrible person that I don't deserve someone who loves me so much, wanna be with me, take care of me, treats me like a queen, who wants to spend the rest of "his" life with me... just like my friends Lian &amp;amp; Dre has found their great significant other??? Do I not deserve the best and be happy too? Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is my Mr Right? Where is my "the one"??? Im soooo tired of waiting and going through disappointments, one after another! I've already had 3 disappointments this year, and it's only March! THREE! Means on average, one disappointment per month! That has gotta be the most pathetic thing to happen to anyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got so fed up that last night on MSN, I told Yoong that I dun wanna find a bf anymore. LOL! See? I was THAT fed up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend told me that there is one person for everyone. And that person will make your heart melt and everything will feel right when you're with them; even at times when things are not ok. He will appear in your life one day and you will know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in that... so, where is this guy of mine??? Im waiting... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12987948-3080385383757824964?l=spiralynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/feeds/3080385383757824964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12987948&amp;postID=3080385383757824964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/3080385383757824964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/3080385383757824964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/2009/03/unlucky-in-love_23.html' title='Unlucky In Love...Definitely!'/><author><name>~*SpIraLyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5008/1124/1600/035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12987948.post-3437831253034261209</id><published>2009-03-21T23:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T17:44:31.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unlucky in love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Have you ever felt so lost? Helpless? I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lung just told me that he has no doubts about us and this relationship. But then he also told me that he is worried that he has no time for me! What the hell does THAT mean? All I told him was, "Then you have to think how much you love me &amp;amp; want this relationship to work. Cos to me, nothing is impossible if you really want something." But that left me in a foul mood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I did the right thing by saying that. Cos as much as I want the relationship to work out between us, the distance is somewhat a torture for us. I don't doubt his feelings for me. I know that he loves me. But I just don't know how MUCH he loves me... whether his love for me is enough for him to be willing to make sacrifices, go through the distance problem that is between us, and make time to come down to see me. I guess this uncertainty left me in my current mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what can I do? Sure, I don't mind going down to be with him over the weekend. But I cannot be the only one making sacrifices and compromising in the whole relationship! There certainly has to be an compromises, give and take from BOTH parties! Isn't there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this new situation coming up, it has added a whole new lot of uncertainties into my life. Initially, I had some doubts about letting him stay over at my place whenever he comes down to see me. Why? Cos I'm actually renting a room from this couple who is a friend of my mom's friend. And anyhow, I don't really feel good to let a guy come over to stay, even if he is my boyfriend, when the situation is such that our relationship is not stable/certain yet. I mean, what IF *touch wood!* things din work out after just a few months/weeks (!!!), then down the road, I get another bf and brings him over. Even if we didn't do ANYTHING, what would they think of me? After that, I decided "fuck care! He's my bf!" And then... this fucking situation arose. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got off the phone with him. I dunno wt else I can do. I dun mind going down to see him every fortnight if I have to. Given the circumstances and his current situation. I know, it will definitely be hectic and tiring for me. But what would you do if you were in my shoes? Would you rather not go down just cos it will be tiring? If your answer is yes, then get out of whatever relationship you're in now, cos it just shows that you dun love that poor poor fella at all! But he doesn't want me to suffer by keep on traveling down to see him. I really dun mind. My only wish is that we can be together and not have to break up cos of this. But I honestly dun wanna keep going to find him only to end up with him telling me he still wants to break up cos of the situation. That would be a total waste of my time &amp;amp; money.&lt;br /&gt;I need his guarantee he wun break up with me cos of that reason then Im more than willing to go down every so often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not easy to find someone whom you love and whom actually loves you back. It took him a long long time of thinking before he decided to confess his love to me. I dun hope for the situation to have to be 'just friends' after what we been through. He's my closest friend, he's my heart's desire. I cant tell this to anyone else... just here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... fucked up... I think I have sucky luck in relationship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12987948-3437831253034261209?l=spiralynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/feeds/3437831253034261209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12987948&amp;postID=3437831253034261209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/3437831253034261209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/3437831253034261209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/2009/03/unlucky-in-love.html' title='Unlucky in love...'/><author><name>~*SpIraLyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5008/1124/1600/035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12987948.post-6976553790639516590</id><published>2009-03-19T13:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T14:46:12.011+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sing k // the BIG 'secret'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hiya... Im back again! =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyhoo, it's lunchtime now, so Im taking this opportunity off my busy busy work to "release stress" here... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tomorrow is Friday (TGIF!) so that means another week has passed... What do you guys have planned for the weekend? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As for me, my company is gonna have one of our "famous" gatherings again... at non other than our favorite past time; KARAOKE-ING!!! Yup yup... I swear, I think all of us absofuckinlutely LURVE hearing our own voices! Almost all (okay, I confess... ALL) our gatherings consists of us going for the K-dinner at either Neway or Red Box! LOL... This time round, our K-dinner will be held at Red Box, The Gardens, from 7pm - 12am. Woot~ I predict this event is gonna be madness for us again, just as the farewell (part 2) for our beloved MD, Mr Lim was... FYI, the farewell (pt 2) was also a K-dinner @ Neway, Berjaya Times Square. (Farewell pt 1 was @ La Bodega, Pavilion, farewell pt 3 was lunch @ Overseas Restaurant) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For Sat &amp;amp; Sun, so far no plans yet... my "bro" Kev, will be heading to Kedah today til Sun for business, so that leaves me with no one to "bug" and hang out with... Not sure if Yoong wants to go out for yamcha or dinner or something together... if he does, then can round up Zoey and Lee Ling for that... wonder if Leeyin wants to join in. If she does, then we gotta make it an early thingy cos everyone's so sick of having to send her alllllll the way back to her place cos it's so frickin far away, can? And she doesn't feel the least bit 'malu' to have us send her back... like she feels it's our responsibility to do so! Fark man! Sigh... perhaps we'll just plan an outing without her... anyways, she doesn't speak Canto like the rest of us, so when she goes out with us and we speak in Canto, she ends up sitting there quietly cos she doesn't know how to speak it, and she doesn't seem to understand what we're talking about as well. Kind of a language barrier ain't it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dre is having cravings for chicken rice balls and Jonker food &amp;amp; shopping... so we MIGHT be planning a day trip down to Malacca for some lovely indulgence. Seriously, I think I need to lose weight cos I feel like I've been piling on some with my pigging out since CNY! *faints* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, hopefully that plan will materialise... Im so stressed out that a mini holiday would be nice... =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Our old friend Pei is gonna come back to Kmn for a while sometime in July, so Lian (and Andy, perhaps) and I will be headed down to Kmn to hang out with her during the weekend... dunno if we'll be taking leave to go down or just for the weekend, though... Lian suggested that we can bunk with Pei @ her home considering her parents wun be around for about 1 week, so we can keep her company... I was thinking more of staying over at Lung's place, considering we're... kinda together? Well, dun get too excited over it just yet cos it's kind of a "trial" period cos we got some issues that needs to be resolved first. That's why we're kinda keeping the relationship to ourselves for now, until we figure out if things can work out. What issues? Well, actually, I dun think it's issueSSS... more like one issue, which is kind of a big one; distance. I dun mind a little distance now and then, but it does create problems, doesn't it? And with that, comes monetary issues cos he's all the way in Kmn (which is about 4 hrs away) and we just calculated that the two-way trip would cost us MYR200/=, PER TRIP! Expensive like mad! If let's say we do 1 trip each per month, every fortnight, it would be 200 buckaroos per month just on traveling to be together for the measly 2-3 days (not incl. food &amp;amp; entertainment), is it worth it? The other alternative would be taking the bus, which of cos would be cheaper, but I kinda hate taking the bus cos Pudu is sooo outta the way so it's inconvenient... and then for me to travel to that ratchet, notorious bus station alone, is soooo unadvisable... that place is bad news, I tell ya! Sigh... See the issue we have? I dunno if it's right for us to be together, cos of this problem... and I guess he's thinking the same thing as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Previously when he confessed to me, I kinda freaked out cos we've been friends for so long (since I was 13 and him, 14... so it's 12 yrs up til now!), so can you blame me for being kind of skeptical and terrified? I was worried about our long standing friendship and would it be ruined IF things din work out... I mean, I have always had some feelings for him, since early days of knowing each other (he knew about it but kinda avoided me after finding out, that I had to get Lichin to bluff him that it's not true so he wun avoid me anymore, which he didn't after that.) but I din think there would be any chance that he'd like me. So I ended up being good friends with him, always helped him with his problems, always listening to him and sharing his news... I even stayed up with him all night (by the beach, mind you! Dun get any kinky thoughts!) to listen to the problems with his then-gf and giving opinions and helping him through it. Heck, Jenn, his American ex-gf, even called me and talked to me for few hours after he broke up with her! She was crying and talking at the same time, with her American accent, and I was having THE hardest time trying to understand her and consoling her... and you know the best part? She met Lichin and Lian, but never met me before. So I was kinda surprised that she'd come to me when she and Lung had problems! He said that all these things I did for him, always being there for him has made him see me in a special and different light... so in a way, being nice kinda paid off in the end, didn't it? =P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But of cos, let's not count the eggs before they hatched yet, cos we still got a problem to solve here. Somehow I kinda get the feeling if we cant come to a good solution, we might be gameover... I cant likely expect him to come down KL all the time and me not having to go down to meet him, cos there has to be compromise in a relationship, and besides, he has to run his family business and his own business down there... so it will be unfair to make him keep coming down. And in this recent time, definitely I will have to be the one to go down first, cos his mum just had a bad fall, so he has to be there to take care of her. Sigh... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12987948-6976553790639516590?l=spiralynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/feeds/6976553790639516590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12987948&amp;postID=6976553790639516590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/6976553790639516590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/6976553790639516590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/2009/03/sing-k-big-secret.html' title='Sing k // the BIG &apos;secret&apos;'/><author><name>~*SpIraLyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5008/1124/1600/035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12987948.post-8213990888706142004</id><published>2009-03-19T12:22:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T13:20:58.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's to Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pKK-sf0Ya5Y/ScHQMUVRowI/AAAAAAAAABw/vl4k0oyULEc/s1600-h/Friendship8.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314757945308848898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pKK-sf0Ya5Y/ScHQMUVRowI/AAAAAAAAABw/vl4k0oyULEc/s320/Friendship8.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pKK-sf0Ya5Y/ScHQMA107FI/AAAAAAAAABo/8nSuYl5hi98/s1600-h/Friendship7.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314757940076670034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pKK-sf0Ya5Y/ScHQMA107FI/AAAAAAAAABo/8nSuYl5hi98/s320/Friendship7.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pKK-sf0Ya5Y/ScHQLvmRa9I/AAAAAAAAABg/v--yP7aCuHE/s1600-h/Friendship6.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314757935448026066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pKK-sf0Ya5Y/ScHQLvmRa9I/AAAAAAAAABg/v--yP7aCuHE/s320/Friendship6.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pKK-sf0Ya5Y/ScHMxU3j4GI/AAAAAAAAABY/0Xc_VRF-0vY/s1600-h/Friendship5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314754183061299298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pKK-sf0Ya5Y/ScHMxU3j4GI/AAAAAAAAABY/0Xc_VRF-0vY/s320/Friendship5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pKK-sf0Ya5Y/ScHMxDDetVI/AAAAAAAAABQ/PZUKuqwanRE/s1600-h/Friendship4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314754178279454034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pKK-sf0Ya5Y/ScHMxDDetVI/AAAAAAAAABQ/PZUKuqwanRE/s320/Friendship4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKK-sf0Ya5Y/ScHMw1ummBI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z6fT6VvQ-sg/s1600-h/Friendship3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314754174702229522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pKK-sf0Ya5Y/ScHMw1ummBI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z6fT6VvQ-sg/s320/Friendship3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pKK-sf0Ya5Y/ScHMw8qHKSI/AAAAAAAAABA/iyprcOF6jV4/s1600-h/Friendship2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314754176562440482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pKK-sf0Ya5Y/ScHMw8qHKSI/AAAAAAAAABA/iyprcOF6jV4/s320/Friendship2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pKK-sf0Ya5Y/ScHMwozGaWI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4h0Oh9pEd9Q/s1600-h/Friendship1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314754171231431010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pKK-sf0Ya5Y/ScHMwozGaWI/AAAAAAAAAA4/4h0Oh9pEd9Q/s320/Friendship1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12987948-8213990888706142004?l=spiralynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/feeds/8213990888706142004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12987948&amp;postID=8213990888706142004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/8213990888706142004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/8213990888706142004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/2009/03/heres-to-friendship.html' title='Here&apos;s to Friendship'/><author><name>~*SpIraLyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5008/1124/1600/035.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pKK-sf0Ya5Y/ScHQMUVRowI/AAAAAAAAABw/vl4k0oyULEc/s72-c/Friendship8.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12987948.post-4201313605738061683</id><published>2009-03-12T17:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T17:57:53.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in business, baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Ooh... I just realised that my office FINALLY allows us to visit blogger.com!!!&lt;br /&gt;Means (hopefully) that my blog will be up and running... AGAIN!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;My last posting was like almost 2 yrs ago? Wow wow wow... Im soooo outdated... lol! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Anyhoo, that's all for now... it's time for me to go home! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;I'll post something from home if there's anything worth posting... ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Toodles~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12987948-4201313605738061683?l=spiralynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/feeds/4201313605738061683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12987948&amp;postID=4201313605738061683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/4201313605738061683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/4201313605738061683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/2009/03/back-in-business-baby.html' title='Back in business, baby!'/><author><name>~*SpIraLyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5008/1124/1600/035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12987948.post-6324461640504402056</id><published>2007-07-05T11:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T11:39:36.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Manic Depressive</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Took this quiz and this sounds &lt;strong&gt;EXACTLY&lt;/strong&gt; like me... I think I need professional help... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I suffer from: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GAD (Generalized Anxiety Disorder) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OCD (Obsessive Compulsive Disorder) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Paranoia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ADD (Attention Deficit Disorder)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: gray 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: gray 1px solid; FONT: 12px arial, verdana, sans-serif; BORDER-LEFT: gray 1px solid; WIDTH: 320px; BORDER-BOTTOM: gray 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white" align="center"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 5px" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 8px; FONT: bold 20px 'Times New Roman', serif"&gt;What mental disorder do you have?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 16px; MARGIN-BOTTOM: 4px"&gt;Your Result: &lt;b&gt;Manic Depressive&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 200px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: red; WIDTH: 77%; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: white; MARGIN: 10px; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; COLOR: black; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none"&gt;You have extreme cycles of highs and lows. Sometimes you feel like you don't know who you are. One week you could be very hyper and happy and the next week you are slow and depressed. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;GAD (Generalized Anxiety Disorder)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 100px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: red; WIDTH: 43%; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;OCD (Obsessive Compulsive Disorder)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 100px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: red; WIDTH: 38%; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;Paranoia&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 100px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: red; WIDTH: 30%; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; COLOR: black; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;ADD (Attention Deficit Disorder)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 3px; PADDING-LEFT: 3px; BACKGROUND: white; PADDING-BOTTOM: 3px; PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; MARGIN-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND: white; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; WIDTH: 100px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid"&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 8px; BACKGROUND: red; WIDTH: 29%; LINE-HEIGHT: 8px"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="PADDING-RIGHT: 8px; PADDING-LEFT: 8px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 8px; PADDING-TOP: 8px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/what_mental_disorder_do_you_have"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What mental disorder do you have?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12987948-6324461640504402056?l=spiralynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/feeds/6324461640504402056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12987948&amp;postID=6324461640504402056&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/6324461640504402056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/6324461640504402056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/2007/07/manic-depressive.html' title='Manic Depressive'/><author><name>~*SpIraLyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5008/1124/1600/035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12987948.post-6475065396351600932</id><published>2007-07-05T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T10:55:40.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love or conquest?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;A friend told me of a “love” incident of hers that brought me thinking back to the good ol’ days of teenage-hood:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me give you a clearer picture of what I’m trying to say here…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw someone &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-----&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; felt like it was love at first sight &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-----&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; do all means of things just to get his/her attention &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-----&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; when he/she finally confessed their love/feelings for you &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-----&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you realise that your feelings/love for that person no longer exists!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the only feeling that’s left is the satisfaction that you managed to make someone fall in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pure victory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realisation that it was not love you felt for the person, (or as bad as it sounds) a mere conquest, or game for your own pleasure and excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever been in this situation (whether on the giving or receiving end) or something similar thereof? Yes right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this actually the road to discovery of who you are? To find out what you actually want in life/love? Or was it, in fact, not a game/conquest for you, but actually in the midst of the courtship, you saw something in the other person that triggered the realisation that he/she is not right for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only you will know the answer to the above...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But one thing is for sure though; this situation definitely does not only happen during your teenage years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend recently just went through it (after the guy confessed his love for her, she suddenly realised that hers was a conquest and not love towards him after all)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s already 23...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12987948-6475065396351600932?l=spiralynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/feeds/6475065396351600932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12987948&amp;postID=6475065396351600932&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/6475065396351600932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/6475065396351600932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/2007/07/love-or-conquest.html' title='Love or conquest?'/><author><name>~*SpIraLyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5008/1124/1600/035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12987948.post-3677389920871645942</id><published>2007-07-05T10:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T10:31:53.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haze/Sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The haze is really bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made me have fever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have scratchy throat that makes me cough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have running nose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's making my nose block...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I lost my voice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and instead, I now got this sexy, rough voice... (LoL!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12987948-3677389920871645942?l=spiralynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/feeds/3677389920871645942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12987948&amp;postID=3677389920871645942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/3677389920871645942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/3677389920871645942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/2007/07/hazesick.html' title='Haze/Sick'/><author><name>~*SpIraLyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5008/1124/1600/035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12987948.post-8111246383725098335</id><published>2007-07-02T16:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T16:27:03.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After the visit to the doc's</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Went to the doc's during lunchtime... super packed in there... took me more than 1 hour to see the doc.... she said that I have severe throat infection (cos it is more than 1 week already) and that was what caused my ear to feel as if my eardrum is about to pop... apparently, it's the nerve that connects my throat to my ear that is pulling cos of the infection, and the pulling is close to the ear, that's why I&lt;em&gt; thought&lt;/em&gt; that it was in my ears...  Then she said she would prescribe me some antibiotics to take for the infection.  Then I told her I had some green discharge coming out of my eyeballs and it causes me to get blurry vision, so she said she'll prescribe me with some eyedrops...  then I went out to the waiting room to wait for my medicine... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;15 minutes later, as I was standing at the counter of the clinic, I was looking throught my medicine of two packets of runny nose pills (for day and night each), cough syrup (which Im not gonna drink... gonna take my "pei pa gou" better) and my eyedrops.... noticed something?  Yup... the "smart" doctor did not give me the antibiotics!!!  How weird was that?!! How to become doctor larr.... ish... Nothing to say... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~~~~~@~~~~~@~~~~~@~~~~~@~~~~~@~~~~~@~~~~~ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyhoo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After ten thousand years of insisting, finally bought a tv and a PS2 yesterday!!!  Went crazy fixing it up and finally had a PS2 marathon! LoL!!!!  Cant wait to go back home and continue the marathon again... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;whooppeeeedoooodaaaa!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My favourite games: Samurai Warriors, Dynasty Warriors... lol... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bought Fatal Frame as well... but quite the scared to play... kekeke &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I also bought Kingdom Hearts (the one with Sora and the cast of Disney wan) so can continue the last time I played halfway....  later on gonna buy another one that I played halfway, Shadow Hearts &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ooh, also bought Devil May Cry 3... I love the graphics man... superbly created... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What other games do you recommend?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12987948-8111246383725098335?l=spiralynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/feeds/8111246383725098335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12987948&amp;postID=8111246383725098335&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/8111246383725098335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/8111246383725098335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/2007/07/after-visit-to-docs.html' title='After the visit to the doc&apos;s'/><author><name>~*SpIraLyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5008/1124/1600/035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12987948.post-7264831993817663191</id><published>2007-07-02T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T16:29:45.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Before I go to the doctor's</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hiya... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just wanna blog a while before I go to the doctor's to see about my "throat" thingy... I'm worried it might turn out to be &lt;strong&gt;ENT&lt;/strong&gt; (Ear, Nose &amp; Throat) so better go have a confirmed and professional opinion first before I go to the &lt;strong&gt;ENT&lt;/strong&gt; specialist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;This rachet thing has been here for more than 1 week now along with fever 2 weeks ago... It's really weird... it's not sore throat, but my throat is... sore &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;=__=|||&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I know I know... you still think it's sore throat... but it's not... cos the doctor gave me sore throat and cough medicine last week... took it for a few days, and the thing got worse! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;So anyways, the feeling inside my mouth and at my throat is something like the nerves there are pulling... and at my throat, each time I breathe in and out, it's like something is scratching on the walls of my throat, making it really itchy and I will cough like a dying old lady... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The "throat" thingy got so bad, that it has affected my ears... this is the 3rd day now... whenever I swallow, it feels as though my eardrums are about to pop... it hurts hurts hurts!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I seriously dono what's wrong... my mum got so worried she insisted I go straight to the ENT specialist! But I say, go to the general doc first... get their opinion first before dumping the big moolah on some specialist only to find that it's nothing major... agreed? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyways... I'll be off to the doctor's now! Will update you on what happened at the docs... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Laterz~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12987948-7264831993817663191?l=spiralynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/feeds/7264831993817663191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12987948&amp;postID=7264831993817663191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/7264831993817663191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/7264831993817663191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/2007/07/before-i-go-to-doctors.html' title='Before I go to the doctor&apos;s'/><author><name>~*SpIraLyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5008/1124/1600/035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12987948.post-1794692538611147566</id><published>2007-06-29T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T14:16:56.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>做人怎么這么難呢？</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;感叹女人:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;漂亮的不下厨房&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;下厨房的不温柔&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;会温柔的没主见&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;有主见的没女人味&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;有女人味的乱花钱 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;不乱花钱的不时尚&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;时尚的不放心&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;放心的没法看&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;感叹男人：&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;有才华的长得丑&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;长得帅的挣钱少&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;挣钱多的不顾家&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;顾了家的没出息&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;有出息的不浪漫&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;会浪漫的靠不住&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;靠得住的又窝囊&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;『感激不盡』與『視而不見』&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;陌生人請一碗麵，我都那麼感激，&lt;br /&gt;而我媽一個人辛苦地養我，&lt;br /&gt;煮了二十多年的麵和飯給我吃，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;我怎麼沒有感激她呢？別人給予一點小惠，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;你就&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;「感激不盡」，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;卻對親人，&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;父母的一輩子恩情&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;「視而不見」！&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;那晚，佳芬跟媽媽吵架之後，&lt;br /&gt;什麼都沒帶，就隻身往外跑。&lt;br /&gt;可是，走了一段路，&lt;br /&gt;佳芬發現，她身上竟然一毛都沒帶，&lt;br /&gt;連打電話銅板也沒有！&lt;br /&gt;她走著走著肚子餓了，&lt;br /&gt;看到前面有個麵攤，香噴噴的，&lt;br /&gt;好想吃！可是，她沒錢！&lt;br /&gt;過一陣子後，&lt;br /&gt;麵攤老闆看到佳芬還站在那邊，&lt;br /&gt;久久沒離去，就問：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;「小姐，請問妳是不是要吃麵？」&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;「可是．．．可是我忘了帶錢．．」&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;佳芬不好意思地回答。&lt;br /&gt;麵攤老闆熱心地說：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;「沒關係，我可以請妳吃ㄚ！」&lt;br /&gt;「來，我下碗餛飩麵給妳吃！」&lt;br /&gt;不久，老闆端來麵和一些小菜。&lt;br /&gt;佳芬吃了幾口，竟然掉下眼淚來。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;「小姐，妳怎麼ㄌㄚ？」&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;老闆問。&lt;br /&gt;「沒有ㄌㄚ，我只是很感激！」&lt;br /&gt;佳芬擦著淚水，對老闆說道：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;「你是陌生人，我們又不認識，&lt;br /&gt;　只不過在路上看到我，&lt;br /&gt;就對我這麼好，願意煮麵給我吃！&lt;br /&gt;可是..我自己的媽媽，&lt;br /&gt;　我跟她吵架，&lt;br /&gt;她竟然把我趕出來，&lt;br /&gt;　還叫我不要再回去！」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;「你是陌生人都能對我這麼好，&lt;br /&gt;而我自己的媽媽，&lt;br /&gt;　竟然對我這麼絕情！」&lt;br /&gt;老闆聽了，委婉地說道：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;「小姐ㄚ，妳這麼會這樣想呢！&lt;br /&gt;妳想想看，我只不過煮一碗麵給妳吃，&lt;br /&gt;　妳就這麼感激我，&lt;br /&gt;妳媽媽煮了十多年的麵和飯給妳吃，&lt;br /&gt;妳怎麼不會感激她呢？&lt;br /&gt;　妳怎麼還要跟她吵架?」&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;佳芬一聽，整個人楞住了！是ㄚ！&lt;br /&gt;陌生人的一碗麵，我都那麼感激，&lt;br /&gt;而我媽一個人辛苦地養我，&lt;br /&gt;也煮了二十多年的麵和飯給我吃，&lt;br /&gt;我怎麼沒有感激她呢？&lt;br /&gt;而且，只為了小小的事，&lt;br /&gt;就和媽媽大吵一架。&lt;br /&gt;匆匆吃完麵後，佳芬鼓起勇氣，&lt;br /&gt;往家的方向走，&lt;br /&gt;她好想真心地對媽說：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;「媽，對不起，我錯了！」&lt;br /&gt;當佳芬走到家巷口時，&lt;br /&gt;看到疲憊、著急的母親，&lt;br /&gt;已經在四處地張望 ........&lt;br /&gt;看到佳芬時，&lt;br /&gt;媽媽就先開口說：&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;「阿芬ㄚ，趕快回家吧！&lt;br /&gt;　我飯都已經煮好，&lt;br /&gt;　妳再不趕快回來吃，菜都涼了！」&lt;br /&gt;此時，佳芬的眼淚，&lt;br /&gt;又不爭氣地掉了下來！。&lt;br /&gt;有時候，&lt;br /&gt;我們會對別人給予小惠&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;「感激不盡」，&lt;br /&gt;卻對親人，父母的一輩子恩情&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;「視而不見」！&lt;br /&gt;如果您收到別人分享給您的好文章，不要吝嗇，&lt;br /&gt;您也可以繼續分享給好友，請別忘我這一份喔。&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12987948-1794692538611147566?l=spiralynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/feeds/1794692538611147566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12987948&amp;postID=1794692538611147566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/1794692538611147566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/1794692538611147566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title='做人怎么這么難呢？'/><author><name>~*SpIraLyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5008/1124/1600/035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12987948.post-5304438694595437605</id><published>2007-06-29T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T13:53:08.614+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank God It's Friday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hoo hoo hoo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wassup wassup? Im so freakin bored here in office... but lucky it's already a Freakin Friday! Yippie Doo Da Day!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Calmly waiting for 5.40pm to come so I can head off to Pyramid to meet up with my old hostel mateys for din din... Been a long time since I met them... Miss you guys so much &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chingz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Nee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &amp; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tyng&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!! *HugZ* (Chingz &amp;amp; Tyng, I'll pick you guys up once I wade through the jam from my workplace to your hostel ya? Sorry if I'm a bit late... will be preeetttty jam today) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyways, as usual... supposed to be doing work but not... instead, Im here writing in my bloggie and entertaining myself *no pun intended*. LoL!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh yea... I went to &lt;strong&gt;MNG&lt;/strong&gt; @ &lt;strong&gt;The Curve, Damansara&lt;/strong&gt; on Tuesday after work cos there was sales... wanted to find the yellow shirt that I love so much but it wasn't there... either it's not on sales, or it's sold out EVERYWHERE!!!!&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;@___@&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyways, the trip there wasn't too big a disapointment as I finally found a pair of skinny jeans that is super gorgeous! Still cant believe I can actually wear UK size 4 (XS) for bottoms now!!! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;*Does mini celebration for me*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Cant wait to wear it out!!! But it's kinda loose at my waist and tight at my thighs lerr... how ar? What diet or exercise can make me tone and maintain my waist but make my butt and thighs slimmer and toner??? Anyone has good advice on that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Got such thing wan mer??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12987948-5304438694595437605?l=spiralynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/feeds/5304438694595437605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12987948&amp;postID=5304438694595437605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/5304438694595437605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/5304438694595437605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/2007/06/thank-god-its-friday.html' title='Thank God It&apos;s Friday...'/><author><name>~*SpIraLyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5008/1124/1600/035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12987948.post-3418141103256203281</id><published>2007-06-26T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T13:25:21.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog - back from the dead!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;My blog is alive and kicking again!!! Woo hoo!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually... I really dono what to say... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im in my office now, blogging when I should be working... but it's not lunchtime and what's a gal to do when she has that teeny tiny bit of freedom to herself? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My office sux... a lot of websites are blocked by them... this includes Friendster, uTube, some entertainment websites, MSN messenger AND gmail!!!! Yes, as in the whole &lt;a href="http://gmail.google.com/"&gt;http://gmail.google.com/&lt;/a&gt; site!!!! WTF man!!! They really expect us not to have a life and give ourselves a little bit of free time to do our own thing... I think they will soon block access to blogspot as well... Sigh... My friend, Shi's office can view EVERYTHING!!!! So jealous.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, MNG having sales now... gonna go to The Curve and find the yellow top I've been dying to buy... the MNG in Mid Valley din sell it... I went on Fri... so today after work, I will go hunt for it in The Curve's MNG.... cant believe they closed down the MNG in 1U... that is just so mean!!!! *sob* Hope my salary is out by today so I can shop shop shop... practically broke from paying off all my commitments now... sigh... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My company robbed us off 2 days work... our salary usually comes out on the 23rd of every month... but this month 23rd falls on a Saturday, so I thought "Nvm... Monday go check, should have banked in our money d!" Mana tau! Last night I went and check... TAK ADA!!! Never bank in to us!!!! Cis bedebah punya company... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, they say now calculating bonus and increments... dono if I will get either or both of those good thingies or not... Hope can get la... my pay is super chicken feed now wei.... can barely survive... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*Poor Me*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if anyone still visits my blog or not... seeing that it's been almost 1 yr since I actually wrote anything... lol... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12987948-3418141103256203281?l=spiralynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/feeds/3418141103256203281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12987948&amp;postID=3418141103256203281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/3418141103256203281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/3418141103256203281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-back-from-dead.html' title='Blog - back from the dead!'/><author><name>~*SpIraLyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5008/1124/1600/035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12987948.post-115844558753653431</id><published>2006-09-17T06:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T11:56:16.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tips about me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 8px; PADDING-LEFT: 8px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 8px; MARGIN: 15px; COLOR: #1a0a13; PADDING-TOP: 8px; FONT-FAMILY: georgia, helvetica, trebuchet ms, verdana, sans-serif; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #cfcf95"&gt;&lt;h2 style="PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; FONT-SIZE: 110%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 2px; PADDING-TOP: 2px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #dfdfa5; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #000; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #dfdfa5" href="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/trivia.pl?subject=Lynn&amp;gender=f"&gt;Ten Top Trivia Tips about Lynn!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h2&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;You burn more calories sleeping than you do watching Lynn.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lynn was banned from Finland because of not wearing pants!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lynn can sleep for three and a half years!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The smelly fluid secreted by skunks is colloquially known as Lynn!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There is actually no danger in swimming right after you eat Lynn, though it may feel uncomfortable.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lynn became extinct in England in 1486.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;According to the story, Pinocchio was made of Lynn!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lynn is the only king without a moustache on the standard pack of cards.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;American Airlines saved forty thousand dollars a year by eliminating Lynn from each salad served in first class!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Humans have 46 chromosomes, peas have 14, and Lynn has 7!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;form style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 4px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 4px; COLOR: #cfcf95; PADDING-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #5f5f42; TEXT-ALIGN: center" action="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/trivia.pl" method="get"&gt;I am interested in &lt;input name="subject"&gt; - do tell me about&lt;select name="gender"&gt;&lt;option value="f"&gt;her&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="m"&gt;him&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="n"&gt;it&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="p"&gt;them&lt;/option&gt;&lt;/select&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Go"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is dam funny... try it... see what's ur answer... kakaka...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12987948-115844558753653431?l=spiralynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/feeds/115844558753653431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12987948&amp;postID=115844558753653431&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/115844558753653431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/115844558753653431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/2006/09/tips-about-me.html' title='Tips about me...'/><author><name>~*SpIraLyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5008/1124/1600/035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12987948.post-115844515338916838</id><published>2006-09-17T05:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T06:24:51.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Damnit...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I wrote a dam long post just now can? Even had a tiny joke in it. Then I smartly go and close that window. Stupiak stupiak idiotic me... sigh... whyyyy....~~~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Anyways, lazy to type the whole thingy again... so I will just summarise it: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;°&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Just came back from &lt;strong&gt;KL&lt;/strong&gt; few hours ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;°&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Got a job at &lt;strong&gt;Glomac Business Centre&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Kelana Jaya&lt;/strong&gt; (Industrial Placement). Will start on the &lt;strong&gt;25th&lt;/strong&gt; this month. Will most probably stay nearby there for convenience of going to and from work. Anyone who wanna find me for sing k, yamcha, movies, shopping, etc... can call me out. But must fetch me cos I got no car... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;°&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Also bought a pair of &lt;strong&gt;Levi's&lt;/strong&gt; at KL. &lt;strong&gt;593 Range&lt;/strong&gt; (Super low bootcut) &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;the one with 2 buttons and no flyers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Love this range. It's sexy and fits me like it's custom made for me. Finally a pair of pants that fits me well, instead of looking as if I'm wearing someone else's jeans. Haven't tried the new range, the &lt;strong&gt;Diva&lt;/strong&gt; range or something like that. I actually liked the &lt;strong&gt;Marissa&lt;/strong&gt; one. But when I tried it, it din look too good on me. Made my bottom half look cacated. Think I'll try the &lt;strong&gt;Eve&lt;/strong&gt; one when I got the chance. If fits nicely and looks good, I'll probably purchase. I love &lt;strong&gt;Levi's&lt;/strong&gt; jeans. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;°&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Should not look for social clothes ady rite? Must look and buy more working attires already, since now gonna start my career life. Dang... must wear "decent" &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(read: BORING)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; clothes and not able to wear my "special" clothes ady.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sigh&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; sigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just for fun... This is me...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="214" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5008/1124/320/23072006173.1.jpg" width="286" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;B4 make-up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="238" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5008/1124/320/OR248.3.jpg" width="290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;After make-up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;So which is better???&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12987948-115844515338916838?l=spiralynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/feeds/115844515338916838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12987948&amp;postID=115844515338916838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/115844515338916838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/115844515338916838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/2006/09/damnit.html' title=''/><author><name>~*SpIraLyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5008/1124/1600/035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12987948.post-115844295958674095</id><published>2006-09-17T03:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T12:45:48.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KL, here I come...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Phew... just got back from KL a few hours ago... Went down for Holiday cum Industrial Placement Job Interview... that went pretty well actually... I got the job right on the spot... the General Manager, Felicia (my soon-to-be boss) was pretty nice and we had a nice interview/talk... which is pretty miraculous because I always have been nervous and will turn spastic when put on the spot like in interviews or giving presentations. Actually, I think the reason why I did well in that interview is cos I din actually realise that it was an interview until my friend told me otherwise. It was dam funny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my friend, K about the interview. I was like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; I tell u ar, Felicia was so nice that day. She din interview me also... we just talked and talked for like 20 minutes or so, and then she said, "Okay, Im comfortable with you. When can you start work?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;K:&lt;/strong&gt; Really? No interview? What did you guys talk about then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; We just talked only. She just looked at my resume and then asked a few questions... wait wait wait... &lt;strong&gt;THAT'S&lt;/strong&gt; what an interview is like, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;K:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;*laughs*&lt;/em&gt; Yea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; ..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*felt like an ass*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How dumb was I? LoL... But at least I din feel nervous when I thought it din seem like an interview... so, probably that's the best way to adopt situation everytime Im stuck in these kinda entanglement, aye? Heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I will be starting work on the 25th, at Glomac Business Centre, Kelana Jaya. Most probably be staying somewhere nearby also for the convenience of going to and from work. So any of u ppl wanna find me, can do so... but I have no car la... hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*     *     *     *     *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Ooh... and I also got a new pair of jeans from &lt;strong&gt;Levi's&lt;/strong&gt;... I mean, it's not from the newest collection... I haven't actually tried that range yet... but I've had my eyes set on this pair... it's pretty rugged. Faded blue jeans. Series 593 (Super super low cut). I love this series as it's sexy, and it fits me so nicely. Finally own a pair of jeans that looks like it's custom made for me and not as if Im wearing someone else's clothes. *beams widely*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, I'll try the Diva range. If any fits, will hope to get it too... teehee... Actually, I should focus more on finding and buying office wears nowadays rather than casual wears. Dang... I'll be turning into a boring old socks... boo hoo hoo... no more wearing casuals and special lookin clothings dy... unless on weekends when Im not working... but I know that by then, u will still be wearing the decent (read: BORING) looking clothes more than ur special clothes cos ur closet will be overflowing with those. Cos u'd wanna buy clothes that has multi-purpose, like can wear to work and for outings, rather than those that have "not fit for work" label on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... I'm officially blabbing away... Just feel kinda excited and nervous... and kinda sad also... but anyhoo... a new beginning for a new me... Yippee!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12987948-115844295958674095?l=spiralynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/feeds/115844295958674095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12987948&amp;postID=115844295958674095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/115844295958674095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/115844295958674095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/2006/09/kl-here-i-come.html' title='KL, here I come...'/><author><name>~*SpIraLyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5008/1124/1600/035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12987948.post-115679837718150655</id><published>2006-08-29T04:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T15:46:35.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gonna grad soooooon!!!</title><content type='html'>Woo hoo... finished my exams... my last and final paper!!! Woo hooo!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, actually I finished my exams last week le... now only blog about it... a bit slow reaction, I know... sorree la... kekeke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came back to my home this evening actually... spent the time in Kuantan with my friends and my baby boy before coming back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... also, last night, I joined a fashion show for the very first time! Not the type that is just for the college or dinners... but the type that is actually right smack in the middle of a shopping mall where the whole wide world is there to see you... it was damn scary and I was so nervous...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was supposed to be the night of my life... but it was also the saddest night too... baby din show up for my "walk"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kept asking me for the whole week, "what time is your show? what time is your show?" and I kept telling him, "8 pm, 8 pm, 8 pm!" Tell so many times ady, you'd think he'd remember, he'd get it through his thick skull to be there BY EIGHT PM!!! Right? WRONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does he do??? I'll tell you... He had the nerve to go out for dinner at fucking 7.30pm with his FRIENDS.  I was on stage walking, dam nervous and kept looking for his face, to assure me that I'm doing great and that he's with my all the time... and what does he do? He doesn't fucking show up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the show ended at 8.45pm, I thought maybe I just din see him there, but he's somewhere out there looking at me... so I called him... turns out... HE WAS JUST ON THE WAY OVER!!! I was fucking steaming ady... I was so angry, so pissed off and so disappointed in him... this isn't the first time he did something like that to me... in fact, I cannot remember how many times he treated me like that... I just cried on the spot, right in the middle of the mall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as if it wasn't enough, he asked me to go out with my friends and only look for him when I wanna see him!! WTF!?? You make me mad and when I told u not to look for me, you actually dun even bother to look for me, talk to me like you din do anything wrong and all those shite?!!&lt;br /&gt;Am I even worth anything to you? What do you take me as? How important am I to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me think, juggle with the thought of whether we should carry on being together... cos when all I do is put him first, he seems to put me last... when he can treat me like a princess during our first few months together... doing little stuff and romantic gestures for me without me asking for them... and now, he just does stuff like that to me to make me feel unloved and neglected...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even HE himself verbally voiced out that he has not been treating me the same as when we first got together! He said himself that he has not been giving me the attention I deserved. Unlike before. And also, he keeps mentioning "rethinking our relationship" and "break up" everytime we fight or argue when he promised me that he would be with me no matter what, would not even think of breaking up with me and leaving me and that he does not wanna be without me... And after all that, this is what he gives me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I carry on with him as if nothing happened when this reality is starting to take over the wonderful time we spent together... what happens to all the stuff I gave up and did just for him? Does it all mean nothing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so lost now... it really hurts... it breaks my heart to be treated like that... I thought he knew better... I thought he was different than the others... but I guess I was wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you mend this hole in my heart? Why do I love him so much?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12987948-115679837718150655?l=spiralynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/feeds/115679837718150655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12987948&amp;postID=115679837718150655&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/115679837718150655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/115679837718150655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/2006/08/gonna-grad-soooooon.html' title='Gonna grad soooooon!!!'/><author><name>~*SpIraLyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5008/1124/1600/035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12987948.post-115558864462700372</id><published>2006-08-15T04:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T21:30:32.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>August update...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In the month of August...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ will be my last month studying in college (for the time being...), after which I will start finding for a firm to do my practical... and then flee down to KL to start my working life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ my lovely cousin, Yee Teng just gave birth to a healthy little girl (14/08/06). Have yet to see the mother and child but hopefully will do it soon! Another addition to our family, just 4 months after my other cousin-in-law (YT's big bro's wife), Linda had her baby son. ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ just had a nice Orientation Night. Was much much MUCH better than the one we had last year... This year's was held in Hyatt Hotel, at TC. The food was better, the performances were better and the crowd was more enthusiastic and "alive"! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;~ will be my 6-month anniversary with my baby... we have had lots and lots of arguments and misunderstandings and god knows what kinda hell we've been through in the past half year... but there are tons of great, romantic, wonderful things that keeps the love alive and makes us stick around for more... we are not perfect but we are learning... XOXO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I totally suck at putting up pics in this blog of mine... I dono why it just comes out darn "k yeng" lorr... but I will still do it... some of which upon request of dearest Audz... Love u tons gal... Hugz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12987948-115558864462700372?l=spiralynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/feeds/115558864462700372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12987948&amp;postID=115558864462700372&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/115558864462700372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/115558864462700372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/2006/08/august-update.html' title='August update...'/><author><name>~*SpIraLyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5008/1124/1600/035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12987948.post-115247558001529035</id><published>2006-07-10T03:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T12:32:25.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Reminder...for me!!! N other stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Im sick...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sick &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sick&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught the flu, sorethroat and cough bug... sigh... feels like a long long time since I had junk food and fast foods... and fried food... and spicy food... blablabla... all cos of that stupid bug "torturing" me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SoBBieS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watchin World Cup cum onlining now... IMO, football matches are NOT to be watched fully... if you dont wanna die of boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, just felt bored and nothing to do... plus, cant sleep... so what the hey, just online and update my blog... IF people still reads my blog... LoL...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;============================================ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Next weekend, will be going back to Segamat... will be back there to pray for my grandad in memorial of him (3rd Year). I dunno what it's all about and how it's gonna be actually... Christian who burns joss sticks... LoL... Just follow what they do... &gt;.&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;============================================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anyhoo, the weekend after this, will be &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;MY BIRTHDAY!!!&lt;/span&gt; Exact Date : &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;24th July&lt;/span&gt;. So all you peeps out there, make sure to remember this date, sms, call, testi me to wish me &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt; on that joyous day... and even better, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;GET ME SOME LOVELY GIFTS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I looooooooovvve getting prezzies!!! Hehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im thinking of heading down to &lt;strong&gt;KL&lt;/strong&gt;, with the options:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- go &lt;em&gt;clubbing&lt;/em&gt; wif a few friends on Saturday nite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- get a hotel room, gather a few friends, get booze, snax, cakes, and all stuff and celebrate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- get few close friends, wine and dine at some fancy restaurant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If cant make it to KL, probably:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- head up to &lt;strong&gt;Genting&lt;/strong&gt;, with option written above in &lt;strong&gt;#2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- stay back in &lt;strong&gt;Kuantan&lt;/strong&gt;, have a romantic dinner for 2 with my baby boy and then go to &lt;em&gt;Swing&lt;/em&gt; to celebrate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's about so far what I can think... KL option is more interesting... at least I'll get to see my beloved friends back in KL whom I miss sooooooo much!!! But budget's making hell for me... as usual... sigh... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;===========================================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Crap... I need to make a day trip down to KL in these few days to head to my old uni (Sunway)... need to get my LAN subject result ASAP so I can make an exemption... or else I need to pay and take the subject... Hope they still keep records of my results... almost 4 yrs back... *keeps fingers crossed*&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/12987948-115247558001529035?l=spiralynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/feeds/115247558001529035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12987948&amp;postID=115247558001529035&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/115247558001529035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/115247558001529035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/2006/07/birthday-reminderfor-me-n-other-stuff.html' title='Birthday Reminder...for me!!! N other stuff'/><author><name>~*SpIraLyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5008/1124/1600/035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12987948.post-115056897947079329</id><published>2006-06-18T02:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T11:39:49.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DOTA // Shoutouts for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have recently developed a suddent interest in DOTA-ing. Alright, call me a slow developer, a late bloomer, but as the saying goes, "Better Late than Never".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's because my boo likes the game and he would never wanna run off to DOTA with his friends and leave me alone, or at home. Even if I sometimes ask him to run along with his friends to the CC to play a few battles of DOTA, he'd say no and that he'd rather spend all his time with me instead. With such a sweet gesture from him, it made me feel like giving him something back. So the first few times were merely just to accompany him to play with his friends but after a while, I started to get the hang of it and also found my favourite "hero", Traxex the Drow Ranger (DOTA players will know who I mean).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So nowadays, if there's enough players with my boo's friends, we would join them for a few rounds. But if there are no players, we would just battle the computers, just to improve ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this game is getting more common for girls to play... so, do try this yea? You'll get the hang of it... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;============================ @ @ @ @ @ ===============================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who is concerned about me, my wisdom tooth is still killing me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Audrey, I miss you dam lotz wei... Do inform me whenever you come back to KL yea??? I don't care edi... the last time you were down, we couldn't meet cos of my stupid finals... but dun worry, after my finals and practical, I will be down in KL to start my working life edi... so by that time, anytime you back in KL, anytime also can meet... can go for drinks, meals, shopping... and RED BOX!!! hahaha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I also love you as much as before, Audz! Wahahaha... Even though we are oceans apart, but our friendship is still as solid as before... and growing stronger! =) *huggggzz*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12987948-115056897947079329?l=spiralynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/feeds/115056897947079329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12987948&amp;postID=115056897947079329&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/115056897947079329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/115056897947079329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/2006/06/dota-shoutouts-for-you.html' title='DOTA // Shoutouts for you'/><author><name>~*SpIraLyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5008/1124/1600/035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12987948.post-115023586052026883</id><published>2006-06-14T05:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T11:22:36.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain pain pain</title><content type='html'>Pain. Excruciating pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source of pain - right smack at the back of my mouth, where my wisdom tooth is. Oh no... it's not only that part that's painful... the pain there is making the nerves on my HEAD pound so badly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the growth of my wisdom tooth this time that's causing the pain... it's the gum around it that has got swollen and somehow found their way to cover the whole of my tooth, thus, causing difficulty to bite, talk or even close my mouth! Even the walls of inside my mouth is swollen... you can actually see that my face isn't symmetrical at the cheeks anymore due to the swelling. FcuK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One week. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ONE WHOLE FCUKING WEEK OF ENDLESS PAIN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dentist din dare to extract my wisdom tooth for me just yet. He checked and found that it is badly infected, so he suggested I take his medications and wait for the swelling and pain to subside before going for extraction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medication : Antibiotics + Paracetamol (a.k.a. painkillers) + Mouth gargle = &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;RM55 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fcuk!??!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's super expensive Panadols and mouth gargle rite? I feel like I was robbed man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... this is a complaining blog entry... hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S.&lt;/strong&gt; I miss shopping... I miss buying buying buying... I miss my old life... back in KL... I miss &lt;strong&gt;my friends&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Margie&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Wern Nee&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Audrey&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Suk Ching&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Tommy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Siew Chin&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Wei Yin&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Kenneth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... I miss you guys!!! (Others, if I din mention you, I prolly forgot... or something... wakaka~)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*** Please Dun Forget Me... Always and Forever, FRIENDS!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12987948-115023586052026883?l=spiralynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/feeds/115023586052026883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12987948&amp;postID=115023586052026883&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/115023586052026883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/115023586052026883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/2006/06/pain-pain-pain.html' title='Pain pain pain'/><author><name>~*SpIraLyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5008/1124/1600/035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12987948.post-114651591374550476</id><published>2006-05-02T04:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T03:37:42.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After a long time entry...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Whoa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised that it's been almost 3 MONTHS since I updated my blog!!! Sorry folks... I wonder if anyone still reads my blog... or bothers to even come and check out if I still updates... heh... pls do... I miss my blogging pals...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo... 1st of May was Labours' Day in Malaysia... many people are buzzing around small "big" towns like Kuantan... while the big "big" towns are traffic jam-less and crowd-free... according to my sister whom went down there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, my finals ended on the 28th April 2006 (Friday) but I stayed on in Kuantan up until just now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my paper on 28/4, went to Megamall with Tee and Francesca to walk around a bit while Fran bought some KFC and a cake for Ms Wong's farewell lunch. Then on the way back to college to get my car, mum called and said that they were down in Kuantan and ask me to meet them at "Hoi Tin Lau" at Air Putih.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, took my mum to cut her hair in Art Gallery (Pls do NOT go there... the stupid hairstylist is stubborn. He asks u what hairstyle u want and then cuts the exact opposite of what u describe to him... PLUS it does NOT help that he is gawddamn U.G.L.Y.!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, mum and dad went back home so me, Tee and Onnzai went for yamcha at our favourite coffee shop, Oldtown (nice environment, nice food... try, Xi Mut milk tea). Terribly jam wei Kuantan... hard to find parking,.... when going back time, stuck there for more than 30 minutes... haihz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home, bathed and waited to fetch lou gong and his colleague, Patrick from bus station. They were supposed to go down KL to get the company van up to Ktn, but halfway down KL, the company called to tell them no need to go KL cos JPJ dun approve... bullshiat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After fetch him at station and back to his home, he bathed and then we played some PS2 til about 10+pm and then went to our favourite art-cum-restaurant at "Ham Yu Gai" called Tjantek. I dun think many people knows of the existence of this wonderful place... it's really nice and romantic... the waiters there are really friendly and nice. DO visit there for a meal or drinks ya? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30/4 - Slept till VERY late in the evening cos been weeks since I had a good nights sleep... exams and all... so yes, dun get shocked, but we slept till 5.30pm! Wakakakaka! Then woke up, bathed and around 8pm, went to his relative's open house for dinner and then around 9.45pm, we headed off in 3-4 cars to Club Med, Cherating, to try our luck in catching turtles lay eggs. Sure enough there was one... but they already took away the eggs (about 85 eggs, according to the turtle ranger) cos turtles are endangered species and they work for the government to protect and to increase turtle populations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as if the walk to and back from seeing the turtle wasn't making me so hot and stuffy that it's so uncomfy, who should we run into but lou gong's ex, Kim... and her new beau, Nick. Kim was staring at me in some odd way when we introduced... &gt;(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was cos she still has feelings for lou gong. Previously, when she din know about me and him, she always msg him and something like hints came out of her sms. Like she miss him and wanna get him back n all that. And she din have a bf then. But after she found out that he has a new gf (me), a while later, we heard that she got herself a bf, Nick! *Surprise surprise*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... went back to his home to rest... and watched his younger brother play Fatal Frame (it's really scary... do try to play it) til almost 5.30am!!! Shiatt... we were supposed to wake up at 10am to go for picnic at Balok some more! Wakaka...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/5 - 11.00am... lou gong woke me up and we got ready to go for the picnic. His parents and youngest brother had already left for the picnic to meet up with their other relatives. Left was me, him and his younger brother... so around 11.50am, 3 of us headed to join his parents and relatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was really fun... never had this kinda experiences, going to beach for picnics and stuff with my family... last time was decades ago, when I was 2 yrs old I think... and the only memory I have of then was by looking back at old pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to play in the sea with lou gong... and after that had a mini war of tossing mud between me and lou gong, with his 2 brothers and his uncle. LoL... was fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed back to his home to freshen up before coming back to Kmn at about 3pm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Result of playing at the beach: Terrible sunburn on my back and red skin on arms and face... ugh... lucky I get fair quick. LoL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12987948-114651591374550476?l=spiralynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/feeds/114651591374550476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12987948&amp;postID=114651591374550476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/114651591374550476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/114651591374550476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/2006/05/after-long-time-entry.html' title='After a long time entry...'/><author><name>~*SpIraLyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5008/1124/1600/035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12987948.post-114089117764306399</id><published>2006-02-26T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T14:17:32.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super boring seminar... n etc</title><content type='html'>Wow... just went to UNITEN for a super duper boring seminar on tax!!! wtf!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First we had to all like wake up at 0500 to get ready cos we have to be in college by 0530. Then we travelled almost 2 hours by bus all the way to Uniten, Muadzam Shah, Pahang Darul Makmur!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then not only is the talk boring... we dun even have the slightest idea what the fark are they talking about!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept in the lecture hall twice!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the aircond there is so freaking cold!! I almost died, even in my blouse, slacks and coat! Me and my friend Tee wrote the comment in their "survey" at the end of the seminar : "The air cond is too cold. I think it's trying to kill us!" LOL!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the main highlight of the seminar for all of us was the breakfast, lunch and teatime!!! Kakakakaka... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met my bf's parents for the first time. Was in such jitters and wobbly state. Was never good at meeting the parents kinda scene. Anyhoo, bought a box of Ginseng Bird Nest for them. I think buying stuff for people is appropriate for first time meeting them right??? Haha... I dono... like I said, Im never good at meeting the parents. Or talking to them... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His dad is the quiet type of guy. His mum's a nice cheerful lady. Me? I was never good at talking to older generations. So all I did was greet them and just sat quietly beside my bf. But his mum kept talking to me so the more we talked, the more it was comfortable to talk to her. His dad was still quiet though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went over to his home everyday this week. His parents seem to like me more and more. His mum was always happy and smiling when she sees me. And always sits me down to have a chat with me. Lol... nice... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What amazed and shocked my bf was when his dad talked to me on the 3rd day!!! He said that in the 4 1/2 yrs he was dating his ex, his dad din even talk to her or acknowledge her when she called "uncle"! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N his mum asks me to go over to their home to have dinner... even when my bf's not around!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird thing is... I have never bothered to buy stuff for my ex's family when I went to see them. But for my bf, I bought the Ginseng Bird Nest for them the first time I went over. My bf din wan me to buy anything for them, but I absolutely made sure I bought something for them! And then last night, when I was buying cake for my family, I suddenly thought of getting his family one too... so I bought a cake for them! I know u're thinking, alaa... just a cake only ma... but still, it's like... I dono... I guess it's something new for me... it's like somehow or another, I wanna do something for his family as well, not just for me and him! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's... weird... but... nice... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12987948-114089117764306399?l=spiralynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/feeds/114089117764306399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12987948&amp;postID=114089117764306399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/114089117764306399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/114089117764306399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/2006/02/super-boring-seminar-n-etc.html' title='Super boring seminar... n etc'/><author><name>~*SpIraLyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5008/1124/1600/035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12987948.post-113829933299404601</id><published>2006-01-27T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T11:40:04.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Doggy Year 2006!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;HAPPY CHINESE NEW &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;YEAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt; to all my fellow chinese!!! &lt;em&gt;*Woof woof*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the start of my 1 weeks CNY holiday... and Im back home now!!!!! Whooppee!!! No classes for 1 whole fucking week! *grins from ear to ear*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be going back to Segamat tomoro morning... then next day, off to dad's side (Batu Pahat) for "30th night" (&lt;em&gt;hokkien: &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sar zhap meh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;) and 1st day &lt;(&lt;em&gt;hokkien: &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;chuay it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;) then back to mummy's side (Segamat again) after dinner that day and stay on for &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;chuay ji&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;chuay sar&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; and so on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang pau!!! Ang pau!!! And more &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ANG PAUS&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!! Woo hoo!!! (Will act like &lt;strong&gt;Uncle Scrooge&lt;/strong&gt; and count all the &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;monay &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;monay&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;monay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lots n lotsa pigging out on junkie foods and Shandy and whatnots!!! (Am not gonna worry about my weight at this fun fest)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it's back to college again on the &lt;strong&gt;6th Feb&lt;/strong&gt;... sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of me drags CNY cos of going back to BP... my dad's side tends to have these favorite questions they like to ask EVERY year... either it's their favorite questions, or they have Alzheimer's disease and forgot they already asked the very same question last year round... What question is that???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;So [insert your name], what are you doing with your life now? How is your studies getting along? What are your plans for the future?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663300;"&gt;I swear... sometimes the ang paus I get... it's just not worth the pain in my ears to hear that from every relative (my dad has &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;10 brothers and sisters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and I have more than &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;20 cousins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; there). Too bad it's superstition to cut stuff during CNY... or I'd cut my ears off! &lt;em&gt;*rolls eyes*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I love my mummy's side... we have total understanding to leave everyone's professional life alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, got to go now... not feeling too well... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5008/1124/320/Buzz003%281%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I leave you with a picture of myself... whatcha think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Happy Chinese New Year 2006!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;May good luck be with all of you always! &lt;em&gt;*Huggggz* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12987948-113829933299404601?l=spiralynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/feeds/113829933299404601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12987948&amp;postID=113829933299404601&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/113829933299404601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/113829933299404601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-doggy-year-2006.html' title='Happy Doggy Year 2006!!!'/><author><name>~*SpIraLyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5008/1124/1600/035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12987948.post-113734781776335895</id><published>2006-01-16T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T03:23:46.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks to you...</title><content type='html'>Becos Im so damn busy now cos of college and work... but a sweet and witty guy is asking for an update, I will dedicate this entry to him... &lt;em&gt;*Let him gloat over his fantastic work in his own blog*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I talking about??? Well, it is none other than the &lt;strong&gt;painfully funny&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://louyau.net"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;MIKEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; himself, of cos!!! My &lt;em&gt;fan-si&lt;/em&gt;, my faithful reader, my faithful tagger and commenter on all my entries... and finally, &lt;strong&gt;MY IDOL!!!&lt;/strong&gt; teeheehee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lookie Lookie!!! Im one of &lt;a href="http://louyau.net/links.htm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MIKEY'S BLOG IDOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;*wide grin* &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;                                                                        &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's me!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 377px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="186" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5008/1124/320/blogidolsscreenshot%5B1%5D.1.jpg" width="431" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S. I've uploaded the pic to Blogger.com but I don't know how to get it onto THIS ENTRY!!! Can someone please help me!!! Show me the way to do it!!! Plsss.... thanks... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12987948-113734781776335895?l=spiralynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/feeds/113734781776335895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12987948&amp;postID=113734781776335895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/113734781776335895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/113734781776335895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/2006/01/thanks-to-you.html' title='Thanks to you...'/><author><name>~*SpIraLyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5008/1124/1600/035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12987948.post-113674045843995931</id><published>2006-01-09T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T08:17:11.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What am I feeling? I don't know...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I seem to have lost track of time and days... keeps passing by and by... just like that *snaps fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;I'm feeling pretty stressed out these days... have some problems with the parental unit... sigh... so what else is new? At least I have someone there for me to talk to and to console and care and support me... Thanks dear... *hugz* Just finding out that those related to you by flesh and blood don't even believe, trust and support you... it just reeks... makes you think twice about what "family" means...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;On the other hand, very pleased with myself. Helped my downline, Ah Cool, to talk our business plan with one of his friends and she has JOINED US!!! woo hoo!!! Might I say that that was the very first time I talked the plan okay!!! And I succeeded... Big BIG thanks to KK for patiently guiding and training me in such a short period of time to be more confident with myself and also for having faith in me when everyone else doesn't believe I can do it... Well I finally showed them, didn't I??? So, thanks KK... Even though I know you can't see my thanks here... =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Stress... my right downline Ah Chau, Roger has STILL NOT submitted under me!!! It's been one week already... been bugging him everyday to do so... but still not settled... come on Roger... fast fast fast... don't drag matters... I'll just bother you day by day by day... you know that... kakaka...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Elsewhere in educational matters, college has started for one week already... and again, taking 7 subjects... (congratulate me pls *rolls eyes*) And this sem, we'll be superbly extra busy... with 72 hrs of Model Office Training to finish, 3 - 4 events to settle, studies (assignments and exams), and for me, the business... I doubt I'll have any time for myself this time round... even lesser than last sem, yes... definitely...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I predict I'm gonna have a deja vu this sem which will be similar to last sem with the lecturer... our original lecturer for a subject, Ms. L, got changed to this sucky lecturer Ms. K and she definitely utterly sucks in teaching! Last sem, her Econs students din even understand the subject cos she never taught them anything, printed the wrong materials and couldn't explain anything about Econs to them!!! She's gonna do the same thing to us now and ruin our lives... shitt!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We complained that we want back our original lecturer, Ms. L, but our course co-ordinator wants us to try Ms Sucky K for 1 month and see how it goes... yea, right... 1 month bearing her... our sem lasts only 3 months and you want us to waste 1 month TRYING her out??? That's just like giving us the death sentence!!! FUG!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do... what to do... what to do... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12987948-113674045843995931?l=spiralynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/feeds/113674045843995931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12987948&amp;postID=113674045843995931&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/113674045843995931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/113674045843995931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/2006/01/what-am-i-feeling-i-dont-know.html' title='What am I feeling? I don&apos;t know...'/><author><name>~*SpIraLyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5008/1124/1600/035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12987948.post-113580109907055139</id><published>2005-12-29T03:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T15:35:15.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I been tagged...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;... by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://princessqiqi.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yunqi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rules: &lt;strong&gt;Bold&lt;/strong&gt; the following that are true about you, &lt;em&gt;italicize&lt;/em&gt; things you wish were true, add one true thing about you, and then tag &lt;strong&gt;five&lt;/strong&gt; more people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss somebody right now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't watch much TV these days.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love olives.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I own lots of books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wear glasses or contact lenses.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to play video games.&lt;br /&gt;I've tried marijuana.&lt;br /&gt;I've watched porn movies.&lt;br /&gt;I have been in a threesome.&lt;br /&gt;I have been the psycho-ex in a past relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I believe honesty is usually the best policy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I curse sometimes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have changed a lot mentally over the last year.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I carry my knife/razor everywhere with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm TOTALLY smart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've broken someone's bones.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a secret that I am ashamed to reveal.&lt;br /&gt;I hate the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm paranoid at times.&lt;/strong&gt; (Paranoid most of the time)&lt;br /&gt;I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need money right now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love sushi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talk really, really fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have fresh breath in the morning.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have long hair.&lt;br /&gt;I have lost money in Las Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;I have at least one sibling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was born in a country outside of the U.S.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have worn fake hair/fingernails/eyelashes in the past.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't survive without Caller I.D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I like the way that I look.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have lied to a good friend in the last 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;I know how to cornrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am usually pessimistic.&lt;/strong&gt; (always, actually)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a lot of mood swings.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think prostitution should be legalized.&lt;br /&gt;I think Britney Spears is pretty.&lt;br /&gt;Slept with a Suitemate.&lt;br /&gt;I have a hidden talent.&lt;br /&gt;I'm always hyper no matter how much sugar I have.&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of friends.&lt;br /&gt;I am currently single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have pecked someone of the same sex.&lt;/strong&gt; (cass! wahaha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I enjoy talking on the phone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I practically live in sweatpants or PJ pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love to shop.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy window shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I would rather shop than eat.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would classify myself as ghetto.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bourgie and have worn a sweater tied around my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;I'm obsessed with my Xanga or Livejournal.&lt;br /&gt;I don't hate anyone.I dislike them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm a pretty good dancer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm completely embarrassed to be seen with my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a cell phone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I believe in (a) God.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch MTV on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;I have passed out drunk in the past 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've rejected someone before.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I currently like someone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to have children in the future.&lt;br /&gt;I have changed a diaper before.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've called the cops on a friend before.&lt;br /&gt;I am a member of the Tom Green fan club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not allergic to anything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have a lot to learn.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been with someone at least 10 years older or younger.&lt;br /&gt;I am shy around the opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt;I'm online 24/7, even as an away message.(except during exam period)&lt;br /&gt;I have at least 5 away messages saved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have tried alcohol or drugs before.&lt;/strong&gt; (no drugs just alcohol)&lt;br /&gt;I have made a move on a friend's significant other or crush in the past.&lt;br /&gt;I own the "South Park" movie.&lt;br /&gt;I have avoided assignments at work/school to be on Xanga or Livejournal.&lt;br /&gt;When I was a kid I played "the birds and the bees" with a neighbour or chum.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy some country music.&lt;br /&gt;I would die for my best friends.&lt;br /&gt;I think that Pizza Hut has the best pizza.&lt;br /&gt;I watch soap operas whenever I can.&lt;br /&gt;I'm obsessive, and often a perfectionist.&lt;br /&gt;I have used my sexuality to advance my career.&lt;br /&gt;I love Michael Jackson, scandals and all.&lt;br /&gt;I know all the words to Slick Rick's "Children's Story".&lt;br /&gt;Halloween is awesome because you get free candy.&lt;br /&gt;I watch Spongebob Squarepants and I like it.&lt;br /&gt;I have dated a close friend's ex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I like surveys/memes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am happy at this moment.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm obsessed with guys.&lt;br /&gt;Democrat.&lt;br /&gt;Conservative Republican.&lt;br /&gt;I am punk rockish.&lt;br /&gt;I am preppy.&lt;br /&gt;I go for older guys/girls, not younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I study for tests most of the time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tie my shoelaces differently from anyone I've ever met.&lt;br /&gt;I can work on a car.&lt;br /&gt;I love my job.&lt;br /&gt;I am comfortable with who I am right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have more than just my ears pierced.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk barefoot wherever I can.&lt;br /&gt;I have jumped off a bridge.&lt;br /&gt;I love sea turtles.&lt;br /&gt;I spend ridiculous amounts of money on makeup.&lt;br /&gt;I believe in prophetic dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Plan on achieving a major goal/dream.&lt;br /&gt;Im proficient on a musical instrument.&lt;br /&gt;I worked at McDonald's restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;I hate office jobs.&lt;br /&gt;I love sci-fi movies.&lt;br /&gt;I think water rules.&lt;br /&gt;I went to college out of state.&lt;br /&gt;I am adopted.&lt;br /&gt;I like sausage.&lt;br /&gt;I am a pyro.&lt;br /&gt;I love the Red Sox.&lt;br /&gt;I have thrown up from crying too much. (or the other way round)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have been intentionally hurt by people that I loved.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love kisses.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I fall for the worst people.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I adore bright colors.&lt;br /&gt;I love Dear Abby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't live without black eyeliner.&lt;/strong&gt; (HAHAHA!!!)&lt;br /&gt;I think school is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;I think pigtails serve a purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't know why the hell I just did this stupid thing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually like covers better than originals.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like multi-textured ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;I think John Cusack is adorable.&lt;br /&gt;I f**king hate chain theme restaurants like Applebees and TGIFridays.&lt;br /&gt;I watch Food Network way too much.&lt;br /&gt;I love coaching youth sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can pick up things with my toes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't whistle.&lt;br /&gt;I can move my tongue in waves, much like a snakes slither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have ridden/owned a horse.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have every journal I've ever written in.&lt;br /&gt;I can't stick to a diet.&lt;br /&gt;I talk in my sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I've often thought that I was born in the wrong century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I try to forget things by drowning them out with loads of distractions.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Climbing trees is a brilliant past-time.&lt;br /&gt;I have jazz in my blood.&lt;br /&gt;I would not be friends if they weren't family.&lt;br /&gt;I wear a toe ring.&lt;br /&gt;I have a tattoo.&lt;br /&gt;I love vaginas. (HAHA PUSSY PUSSY PUSSY)&lt;br /&gt;I can't stand at LEAST one person that I work with.&lt;br /&gt;I am a caffeine junkie.&lt;br /&gt;I know who Santos L. Halper is.&lt;br /&gt;I read trashy romance novels and I am ashamed.&lt;br /&gt;I love wrestling.&lt;br /&gt;I am completely tree-huggy spiritual, and I'm not ashamed at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I knew I would get away with it, I would commit at least one murder.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cosplay or know what cosplaying is.&lt;br /&gt;I have been to over 15 conventions.&lt;br /&gt;I will collect anything, and the more nonsensical, the better.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy a nice glass of wine with dinner.&lt;br /&gt;I'm an artist.&lt;br /&gt;I have a goal to collect every Johnny Depp movie ever made.&lt;br /&gt;I have an unhealthy Taco Bell obsession.&lt;br /&gt;I have had a crush on a cartoon character when I was a kid.&lt;br /&gt;I have spent more on anime and manga than many spend on computers or other high end products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I only clean my room when neccesary.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weight is my enemy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ONE TRUE THING ABOUT ME : I LOVE AND HATE SOMEONE AT THE SAME TIME!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5 PEOPLE TO TAG :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://tingkeling.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Cassandra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://kyspeaks.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;KY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/vernhui"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Vern Hui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://eloign.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Uncle Jack Jack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tabulas.com/~serra"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Lee Lian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;***Wanted to tag you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://louyau.net"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mikey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;... but since Yunqi already tagged you, I'll spare you a second agony and give the "chance" to someone else... kekeke!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12987948-113580109907055139?l=spiralynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/feeds/113580109907055139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12987948&amp;postID=113580109907055139&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/113580109907055139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/113580109907055139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-been-tagged.html' title='I been tagged...'/><author><name>~*SpIraLyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5008/1124/1600/035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12987948.post-113471042914407678</id><published>2005-12-16T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T20:34:06.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What to say...</title><content type='html'>Should I say my mind is clearer these days? Or should I say I am going crazier by the day? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah... screw u!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My finals is next week... w00t~!!! No, that's not an excited hoot... it's more like, a... a... I dono what the hell did I hoot for actually... but anyways, good news is, thank god it's only 4 days... but bad news, fug... it's going on til 23rd and thus, my holidays is only for 10 freaking days!!! TEN DAYS ONLY!!! Screw Olympia... bluekss... And to think I used to have 3 1/2 to 4 months worth of break... &gt;_&lt; Poor me *indulge in self pity for 1 minute* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, lessee... 23rd finish exams... back home... 24th go down Segamat... night got pre-wedding-cum-Xmas eve party... 25th cousin's wedding... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continue later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12987948-113471042914407678?l=spiralynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/feeds/113471042914407678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12987948&amp;postID=113471042914407678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/113471042914407678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/113471042914407678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/2005/12/what-to-say.html' title='What to say...'/><author><name>~*SpIraLyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5008/1124/1600/035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12987948.post-113380190641615572</id><published>2005-12-06T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T00:58:26.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After so long...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;... rest assured to my fellow friends that I am still alive and kicking... Good and bad things have happened to me throughout the whole time I've been Missing In Action (MIA)... Things that made me hit rockbottom and crashed so hard... to how I've got great friends around me to scoop up all my broken pieces from the fall and putting me back together, piece by piece... And things that made me feel sky high... those were great times...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Li Chin (Jen)'s finally back from Aussie... with a new love interest, Leong (Alex)! So went out for drinks at a lounge kinda place at Cherating with them, Audrey and some old schoolmates... Something like a high school reunion kinda thing. Overall, I think there were 14 - 15 of us... Had Carlsberg only at first... but later on as the group grew larger, started drinking tons more... 1 Carlsberg, 5 glasses of red wine, 1 tequila pop... what else? I dun remember... but I can honestly tell you, after not drinking so long and mixing your liquor... bad idea!!! Din know I felt freaking whoozy til I stood up to play pool with Kang Lung (which, in my high n "bei" state, I still won, kthxbai)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, in the super high state I was in, I got to find out some stuff, like how much people cared and worried about me, how people would "fly car" in the middle of the night,all the way down, thus, getting "saman" just to see if I'm okay from all the drink... and many other stuff... =) So, through the bad, I get more good... LoL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... tomoro got class again... dang! But got two good news for tomoro:&lt;br /&gt;1. Lee Lian's coming down to Kuantan!!! Yeayness!!!&lt;br /&gt;2. Going to watch mooooooovies.... after my loooooooooong hour of class til 5.30pm la... sigh... What should we watch... what should we watch... I hope to watch horror movies... either Cello or The Fog... But I have a feeling we'd be watching either Kung Fu MahJongg (not too bad) or Zathura (&gt;_&lt;) or Chronicles of Narnia (sooo not my cup of tea...) But what to do... must sacrifice... Wanna watch AEON FLUX oso... Jon ssid it's not bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I dono what else to blog anymore... This week will be very busy... cos gotta handle some function thingy for our "exam"... pretty cool... but very pressurising as well cos it's 50 marks!!! *Gulp* Hope it will be a success... wish me luck!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12987948-113380190641615572?l=spiralynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/feeds/113380190641615572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12987948&amp;postID=113380190641615572&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/113380190641615572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/113380190641615572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/2005/12/after-so-long.html' title='After so long...'/><author><name>~*SpIraLyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5008/1124/1600/035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12987948.post-113172849745805152</id><published>2005-11-11T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T01:01:37.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad // Exorcism of Emily Rose // KL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sigh...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been able to sleep much for the past few days... &lt;strong&gt;Dad&lt;/strong&gt; had a serious fall, for the &lt;strong&gt;2&lt;em&gt;nd&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; time, and a part of his knee got chipped off so &lt;strong&gt;Mum&lt;/strong&gt; drove him down to &lt;strong&gt;KL&lt;/strong&gt; for an op. Reached &lt;strong&gt;Sunway Medical Centre&lt;/strong&gt; around &lt;strong&gt;10pm&lt;/strong&gt; and his Doc immediately did the op on him. Came out of &lt;strong&gt;Op Theatre&lt;/strong&gt; about &lt;strong&gt;1.30am&lt;/strong&gt;. This was on &lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is now &lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt; and they're still in the hospital... was supposed to be discharged today, but the doctor wanted to keep my &lt;strong&gt;Dad&lt;/strong&gt; in for another day for observation til tomorrow... Hope he'll be fine... He'll be using the stand to walk with and the wheelchair as well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next check up will be on this coming &lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;* * * * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Went to watch &lt;strong&gt;Exorcism of Emily Rose&lt;/strong&gt; with &lt;strong&gt;John, Foo, 'Wai Wai'&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(not her real name, I think)&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Onn zai&lt;/strong&gt; last night. It's a great movie! Not too scary &lt;em&gt;(for me la... but Im a horror movie freak, so please take note that my level of "scary" might be higher than other people's)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;BUT&lt;/em&gt; nonetheless a very incredibly full of &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHILL-RUNNING-UP-AND-DOWN-MY-SPINE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. It's really nice... Definitely will watch again if got "kaki"... &lt;strong&gt;=)&lt;/strong&gt; I highly recommend it &lt;em&gt;(beware the faint hearted though)&lt;/em&gt; cos &lt;strong&gt;6 Demons&lt;/strong&gt; possessed poor &lt;strong&gt;Emily Rose&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;Belial, Judas, Lucifer, Serfen&lt;/strong&gt; and 2 others I dun remember their names [sorry, I dunno if I spelt their names correctly, someone please correct me if they know thanks])&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Onn zai&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(sitting on my right)&lt;/em&gt; bought like a whole bunch of snacks and throughout the whole movie, whenever the horror part comes, he will look to the left side of the cinema &lt;em&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; towards the screen)&lt;/em&gt; and his hands will move into his potato chips bag and to his mouth faster and faster each time the scary music in the movie got more intense! After the part is over, he will turn to me and ask, &lt;em&gt;"What happened?".&lt;/em&gt; It was freaking hilarious! And after the first scary part, he told me, &lt;em&gt;"Shit, Im regretting coming to watch this movie"&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;LoL!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Chicken!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;John&lt;/strong&gt;, on the other hand, sat on the right of &lt;strong&gt;Wai Wai&lt;/strong&gt; and throughout the movie, after the first horrifying part, he has been sitting turned to one side on his chair with both legs on the chair &lt;em&gt;(ie. squatting position on the chair). &lt;/em&gt;After the movie was finished, he was in the state of a shock. Wasn't his usual, talkative self. &lt;em&gt;LoL!&lt;/em&gt; And he told us today that he slept only around &lt;strong&gt;7am&lt;/strong&gt; in the morning!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMG...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this is based on a true story, so that makes it all even more chilling and interesting. It has been in an article I read from somewhere that the girl that played &lt;strong&gt;Emily Rose&lt;/strong&gt; in the classic &lt;strong&gt;Exorcist&lt;/strong&gt; actually got possessed by demons after they finished filming it and died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* * * * *&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Going down to &lt;strong&gt;KL&lt;/strong&gt; next &lt;strong&gt;Fri - Sun (1811 - 2011)&lt;/strong&gt;. Going with some college mates, cos some of them has convo @ Vistana, KL. So the rest of us who are not involved just wanna go to support them, and to shop of cos. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, I got tons of stuff I wanna do and people I wanna see! But I dun think I can finish all of it cos I have only, like, &lt;strong&gt;1+ days&lt;/strong&gt; in &lt;strong&gt;KL&lt;/strong&gt;. I especially hope I get to meet&lt;strong&gt; F&lt;/strong&gt;... I do miss him so much and really hope to see him again. I hope your firm will not be too hectic that you have to work on &lt;strong&gt;Sat&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other stuff I plan to do is :&lt;br /&gt;- Get another piercing or two on my ears&lt;br /&gt;- Go &lt;strong&gt;Red Box&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Go clubbing (hopefully both Fri and Sat nites, if possible, and got "kaki". Which reminds me, &lt;strong&gt;REMINDER TO SELF : CALL COLLIN AND RACHEL&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;- Do as much shopping for clothings &amp; shoes as possible&lt;br /&gt;- Get a hair cut and hair dye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, that's my list, actually I think there's more to it, but I just cant seem to recall what are they... damnit... Argh! Oh well, will come to me soon... I think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be staying in &lt;strong&gt;Berjaya Timesquare Apartment Hotel&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;, will be heading up to &lt;strong&gt;Genting&lt;/strong&gt; for a day's trip since it's on the way back to &lt;strong&gt;Kuantan&lt;/strong&gt; anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... as for now, gotta rush my projects due in 2 weeks so I can fully enjoy the coming weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Toodles y'all... muaks muaks...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12987948-113172849745805152?l=spiralynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/feeds/113172849745805152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12987948&amp;postID=113172849745805152&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/113172849745805152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/113172849745805152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/2005/11/dad-exorcism-of-emily-rose-kl.html' title='Dad // Exorcism of Emily Rose // KL'/><author><name>~*SpIraLyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5008/1124/1600/035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12987948.post-113121923955617848</id><published>2005-11-06T03:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T09:18:51.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Artistic vs. Stupidity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Stumbled upon this in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://creativebitchin.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Irene&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;'s blog... Pretty fun kinda survey thingy I see, so I decided, what the hay, Im bored, Im pathetically in need of entertainment, why not do this... Check this out for yourself guys and better if you wanna do it and post on ur sites as well... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Stupidity is an art.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It's not easy being stupid. No matter how hard you may try, you will fail miserably. It takes unusual artistic talent, and a little bit of luck to be able to pass of as stupid. Only those who are truly talented will be able to pass. Try this test. If you score more than 8-10, chances are, you're artistic to the bone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;1. Do you hold your handphone with your left hand but listen with your right ear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;- When you actually talk on the phone for a long long loooonnnngggg time, you tend to have this routine thing such as I do, ie. holding phone with left hand to left ear, then changing to right hand to right ear (cos ur left arm's tired and left ear's burning), then right arm starts to hurt, so use left arm to left ear, but left ear still burning so use left arm to right ear... so does that answer your question?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;2. Do you speak louder into your phone when you can't hear the other party?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;- Well... OBVIOUSLY!!! It's all natural reaction that you do so CAN? Just ask anyone, we all do that (even though it's useless and foolish, I know).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Do you pick your ears wax using your fingers?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;- As a matter of fact, I do. In fact, I just did this like 10 seconds ago cos my ear itched and I do not have the proper tool with me now. I usually like to keep my nails a bit long so I can conveniently do the earwax picking anytime, anywhere. And then I'd take the earwax and sorta crush it into powdery form before blowing it off my finger. Gross, huh? Who else does that? Come on... don't lie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;4. Do you tune the air-con temperature to high so that you'll get colder air out of it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;- Ok, THAT, Im not so dumb, err... 'artistic'. I was taught that lower temperature = cooler air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;5. Do you brush your teeth before having your breakfast?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;- Actually, I do. I was taught from young that we should brush our teeth twice a day, once before bedtime, and once after waking up from slumber-before brekkie or brunch or lunch or er, meals!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;6. Do you, conveniently engage the signal light in the same sweeping action as your hand is turning the steering wheel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;- Hmm... actually, sometimes, if I see there's no car in sight, or driving close to me, I won't even put the signal light on. (Do NOT follow my shameful path, kids!) &lt;strong&gt;&gt;_&lt;&lt;/strong&gt; On the contrary, sometimes I do, however, flick the signal light on few blocks before my actual turning. (Don't idolize me on this too, kids... it's annoying...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;7. Do you knock the hell out of your remote control when the tv refuses to obey your need to switch channels?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;- Hahaha! Knock the hell out is too strong a word to use. More like give a few gentle spanking in the arse...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;8. Do you wear your socks only after you wear your jeans?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;- Well D-oH!!! Doesn't everyone? Wouldn't it be the same as asking me if I wear my panties after my pants. I ain't no freaking Batman... or Spiderman... or Mr. Incredibles... CAN?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;9. Do you still wonder why, sometimes, there's a horizontal line on top of the number 9?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;- Hahaha... I dun actually... cos if there's a horizontal like at the top of the number 9, it means it's a 6 OK? It's so that people can differentiate the number 6 and a 9. *rolls eyes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Did you finish reading this entire list?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;- Of course... if I didn't, how would I have answered all 10 questions? Right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How did you fare?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;- Re-read my answers above and you'll have the answer to this question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Thanks you thank you... Now your turn... post this up in your blog, change it to your answers, and let me know you've done it and I'll check your answers out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12987948-113121923955617848?l=spiralynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/feeds/113121923955617848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12987948&amp;postID=113121923955617848&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/113121923955617848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/113121923955617848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/2005/11/artistic-vs-stupidity.html' title='The Artistic vs. Stupidity'/><author><name>~*SpIraLyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5008/1124/1600/035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12987948.post-113104456274307402</id><published>2005-11-04T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T03:02:42.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Genting [021105]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Went to &lt;strong&gt;Genting&lt;/strong&gt; last night. Went with my college friend-cum-staff, &lt;strong&gt;Foo&lt;/strong&gt;, and my &lt;strong&gt;"sai lou"&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Tiger&lt;/strong&gt; and his family (ie. Father, Mother n &lt;em&gt;4&lt;/em&gt; younger sisters). Was really fun and crazy! I can proudly say that this is the best time I went to Genting (other than for Rave la...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;0430 :&lt;/strong&gt; Woken up by the phone alarm. "WTF! So early?! Just slept at 2am wei!!! MCHTNSCCBTMD" After checking the time. Then remembered was to go to Genting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0505 :&lt;strong&gt; Finished gotten ready and morning called Foo 4x before he woke up. 3x also &lt;/strong&gt;ring til cut off. Blardy fella. Sumore wanted to be the one who woke me. MCHTNSCCBTMD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;0510 :&lt;/strong&gt; Headed to fetch Foo and off to Taman Tas to meet up with Tiger and then back to his home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;0535 :&lt;/strong&gt; Reached Taman Tas' Shell Kiosk. Wait for Tiger to meet us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;0550 :&lt;/strong&gt; At Tiger's home. Met and chit chatted a while with his parents and sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;0600 :&lt;/strong&gt; Started our journey to Genting. Car 1 - Tiger's parents + sister 2, 3 &amp; 4&lt;br /&gt;Car 2 - Foo, Tiger, Me, Sister 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;0630 :&lt;/strong&gt; Breakfast pitstop. Had noodle soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;0700 :&lt;/strong&gt; Continued journey. Chit chatted, watched VCD, listened to music almost whole journey. Slept towards the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;0900 :&lt;/strong&gt; Reached Gohtong Jaya Cable Car Station. Not too many people. Bought our return tickets and walked around a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;0920 :&lt;/strong&gt; Reach Genting Highlands. Walked around a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1030 :&lt;/strong&gt; Went into Snow World (minus parents). Was really fun n crazy. Rode on the tires down the slope thingy. Butt really hurts as the bottom of the tire does NOT have cushion thingy. Tiger smuggled in his digicam. Went crazy taking pics illegally. Til the management shouted at us "OI! No cameras! No cameras!". Lucky it was towards the end of our time in there and we had already took lotsa pics. Also, we had Nutrigen in there. Freezing cold wei!!! Brrrr~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1200 :&lt;/strong&gt; Tiger's dad went to Casino. The rest went for lunch @ KFC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1300 :&lt;/strong&gt; Walked around then Foo, Tiger, sister 1 and I went into Ripley's Believe It or Not. Great fun in there looking at the displays, playing the trick quizzes, watching the funny videos and playing the tunnel thingy. Oh, and taking lots n lotsa pics. Will post them up when Tiger sends them to me... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1450 :&lt;/strong&gt; Met up with the rest of Tiger's family. Went to the Indoor Theme Park/arcade to play for a while. Rested at McD's a while cos was really tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1600 :&lt;/strong&gt; Went to walk around outside the hotels. Just as we were headed out, it rained - HEAVILY. So couldn't walk outside. Boo Hoo hoo... And fog was really thickening and covering the scenery outside. So hung out there to "enjoy" the wind a while more and took pictures to pass the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1700 :&lt;/strong&gt; Wanted to watch Motion Master but was under construction. Rain stopped already so went out to see the Flying Coaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1745 :&lt;/strong&gt; In the end, only Foo, Sister 1 and I were brave enough and up for the ride. It was really chi kek and fun and adrenalin rush! Will definitely go for a few more rounds when have the time next trip to Genting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1830 :&lt;/strong&gt; Reached Gohtong Jaya station. Got into cars and headed down hill. Lotsa cars now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2000 :&lt;/strong&gt; Stopped at Karak to have dinner. Kinda sucks le... but not too expensive. Fish, Pork, Soup, Vege... RM55 for 9 person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2100 :&lt;/strong&gt; Started journey again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2215 :&lt;/strong&gt; Reached Taman Tas. Talked a while before drove home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2300 :&lt;/strong&gt; Finally reached home after dropping Foo off at his home. Was really jam in town on the way back cos today Raya. Bathed, read some magazines, sms with Tiger, while waiting for hair to dry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;0130 :&lt;/strong&gt; Slept... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ZzZzZ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will post up pics as soon as Tiger sends them to me ya? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy ur holidays and &lt;strong&gt;HAPPY DEEPAVALI &amp;amp; SELAMAT HARI RAYA!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;*hugz*&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12987948-113104456274307402?l=spiralynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/feeds/113104456274307402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12987948&amp;postID=113104456274307402&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/113104456274307402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/113104456274307402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/2005/11/genting-021105.html' title='Genting [021105]'/><author><name>~*SpIraLyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5008/1124/1600/035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12987948.post-113040666353084472</id><published>2005-10-27T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T17:51:03.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>I'm sick... At least I think I'm sick... or will be... I dono... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dono if I'm ALREADY sick or on the way there... But I know that I'm not well... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drove home from college around 9pm last night again (yes, been doing that every night... turning into a nerd). Din turn on the air conditioning on my drive home cos I was feeling ghastly cold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a bath - icy cold bath cos the hot water thingy at the outside bathroom which me and my sis use rosak (even before we rented there so totally not our fault) and the landlady din give two fucks to get it fixed so we won't hafta suffer under the cold water, especially at night or rainy/cold days... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outta topic d... anyways, was already feeling cold, bath cold water, lagi cold. My hands were of ICY state all throughout the night... while reading my books, while watching tv... I din even on the fan in the tv room... and my sis complained that it was so hot. =O &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wore a thick jacket after that and still fan was off... but still felt cold. Wore thick clothings all through my sleep at night but STILL cold. Am I catching a cold? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was due to the all the raining going on here now la... but not too likely cos how can I, someone whose immune system is stronger than my sister's, fell so cold and shivering in jacket and no fan on while she is there, bathed the same icy cold shower, but yet feeling hot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to call F last night to talk to him... Miss him so much but wasn't sure if I should call him straight in fear to disturb him, so sms-ed at 10pm to check if he's free before calling. But he said he was on the way out to collect something from a friend and will text me when he got back. So I waited for his sms while watching tv... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.30am came. Still no msg from him to tell me if its ok to call him for a short chat or to inform me that he's gonna sleep and all... but no. Nothing from him. Not even to let me know that he cant talk. Im really bummed. This is so depressing. And it made me even sicker than I already am. But I still msg-ed him to say good night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sucks...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12987948-113040666353084472?l=spiralynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/feeds/113040666353084472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12987948&amp;postID=113040666353084472&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/113040666353084472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/113040666353084472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/2005/10/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>~*SpIraLyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5008/1124/1600/035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12987948.post-113000469915304190</id><published>2005-10-23T02:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T02:11:39.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foolish heart.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;U say U still love me. But U dun want me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U say U still love me. But U push me away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U say U still love me. But U ask me not to put my feelings and hopes up cos things may change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ur friend did something mean to me. It made me happy... until I found out he was making it all up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel stupid. I feel foolished. I feel played. I feel like a yo-yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I dunno why I still love you... after so long. After all this.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12987948-113000469915304190?l=spiralynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/feeds/113000469915304190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12987948&amp;postID=113000469915304190&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/113000469915304190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/113000469915304190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/2005/10/foolish-heart.html' title='Foolish heart.'/><author><name>~*SpIraLyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5008/1124/1600/035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12987948.post-113000346930793274</id><published>2005-10-23T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T01:51:09.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>update...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A week since I posted anything... isn't it??? I dunno... I dun recall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday got no class cos of the ... something I dun remember... and who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;Whatever Holiday = NO CLASS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all that matters =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... came back home on Thursday after class in the evening. Drove me n my sis back. Dam freaking a LOT of cars wei... less than 1 hr journey turned out to be about 1 1/2 hr journey pulak... n lotsa lorries summore... ish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then drove down to Kuantan this morning again... got revision class for Business today... An extremely stressful 10am - 1.45pm... Drilling nonstop for 1 hr 45 mins... can die la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then me, Tee and sai lou, Tiger went to Megamall for lunch... had Ayamas's chicken rice... it's really not bad actually... Was so full of cars on the road though... had trouble finding parking... went round n round n round for like dono how many rounds only can find... by the time we found parking was like 2.45pm ady...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, we walked around. There was this BMW road show going on and I fell in love all over again with the BMW Z4 Roadster &lt;em&gt;(why I said AGAIN? Cos I browsed d internet 3 yrs ago and stumbled upon it n it was love at 1st sight...n now... again)&lt;/em&gt; 3.0 horsepower sumore... fuh... saw also saliva dripping... and there's also a 5 series and a 7 series on display I think... and... my other favorite... the X5!!! *breathes into paper bag*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then drove back home again lo... Nothing much le... oh... the pipe in my Ktn home burst and the room flooded... making the room directly under ours flooded as well... heh... Our room was actually still pretty ok... just the room below... the bed's all wet... pretty funny... kekeke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile... assignments are all pretty much done... just waiting for the lecturers to &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; it... and then next week will rush my groupmates to hurry it up on their part in our projects so the rest of us can get our parts done... I need to turn on my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BITCH radar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for these few weeks cos I'm chosen by lecturers to be the group leader for assignments and my fellow members are the type that cuts class and have the tendency to slack off... which is not my choice of group members but those are all the people that are in the class... so we're all stuck to each other whether we like it or not... bummer... blah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this means I'll be super cranky and super stressed out again again again from now on... &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mid term&lt;/span&gt;'s in 3 weeks time or so... OMG... &lt;em&gt;*pulls hair outta head*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12987948-113000346930793274?l=spiralynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/feeds/113000346930793274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12987948&amp;postID=113000346930793274&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/113000346930793274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/113000346930793274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/2005/10/update.html' title='update...'/><author><name>~*SpIraLyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5008/1124/1600/035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12987948.post-112953490816938697</id><published>2005-10-17T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T15:55:29.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I were a doggy, I'd be...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/EmrysWolf/quizzes/What%20Common%20Breed%20of%20Dog%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/E/EmrysWolf/1051889448_CMyDocumentslab.gif" border="0" alt="Labrador"&gt;&lt;br&gt; What Common Breed of Dog Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-2"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicked this from &lt;strong&gt;Irene&lt;/strong&gt;'s blog (listed on the right side of my blog) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I din know I had a breed in the doggy world. LoL... It's pretty true what it sez about me... Im not black, though... hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what breed are YOU?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12987948-112953490816938697?l=spiralynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/feeds/112953490816938697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12987948&amp;postID=112953490816938697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/112953490816938697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/112953490816938697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/2005/10/if-i-were-doggy-id-be.html' title='If I were a doggy, I&apos;d be...'/><author><name>~*SpIraLyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5008/1124/1600/035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12987948.post-112931407956285565</id><published>2005-10-15T01:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T10:14:00.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parents...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;Talking to &lt;a href="http://creativebitchin.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Irene&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; now. About our problems and all the shits going on in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which makes me wonder... why are parents unable to accept that their kid is facing some problems? In my case, depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had this problem since years ago... and when I finally let them in on it and I wanna go for sessions with a psychiatrist, they &lt;strong&gt;TOLD&lt;/strong&gt; me that &lt;strong&gt;I DO NOT&lt;/strong&gt; have depression! In fact, they &lt;strong&gt;INSISTED&lt;/strong&gt; that I do not have it :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Me &gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Mum, Dad. I have been suffering from depression for a long time and recently its been very much worse than before and I decided to go to a psychiatrist and perhaps find out whats wrong and get myself cured...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*got cut off*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dad &gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; No no! &lt;strong&gt;You don't have depression!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;(HELLO! I do n it's been here for YEARS!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; So there's no need for going to see doctors or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Me &gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; And I also have insomnia... I havent been able to sleep for a few nights now even when Im very tired. Been going on for quite some time too. I thought of getting some sleeping pills so I can take one now and have a long good sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;*cut off again*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dad &gt;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; No no no! What insomnia? Cant sleep doesn't mean insomnia &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;(I said I have it rite?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! You're just not tired &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;???&lt;/strong&gt; din I say "even when Im very tired"&lt;strong&gt;???&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;! Don't take sleeping pills... sleeping pills are just for people who cant sleep. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;???&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=.='''&lt;/strong&gt; WTF? What's going on here? Were they listening to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again when I was having a severe gastric pain, last night, for the umpteenth time (which they know of, btw) :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum calls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Me :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Mum, Im having gastric. My stomach doesn't feel so good. Im lying in the shape of a human pretzel now cos it hurts so bad... can I take my gastric pills?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mum :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; What? What gastric? You don't have gastric! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;(heh&lt;strong&gt;???&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Take the pill Chi Kit, you just have air in ur stomach. Don't take your gastric pills. It's the first time you're feeling like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Me :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; But... but... this isn't the first time I get this... n u know too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mum :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Ya... but it's the first time. Don't take gastric pills... take the Chi Kit pills...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Me :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;[... I took my Actal anyways and worked like a charm! =D]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;But... What's wrong with this picture? Anyone? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12987948-112931407956285565?l=spiralynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/feeds/112931407956285565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12987948&amp;postID=112931407956285565&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/112931407956285565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/112931407956285565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/2005/10/parents.html' title='Parents...'/><author><name>~*SpIraLyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5008/1124/1600/035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12987948.post-112931939422390266</id><published>2005-10-14T03:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T03:51:36.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me? A Looter?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://rumandmonkey.com/widgets/toys/looter/define.php?id=124162"&gt;&lt;img src="http://rumandmonkey.com/widgets/toys/looter/124162/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://rumandmonkey.com/widgets/toys/looter/define.php?id=124162"&gt;What kind of looter am I?&lt;/a&gt; You decide!&lt;br /&gt;You can also &lt;a href="http://rumandmonkey.com/widgets/toys/looter/breakdown.php?id=124162"&gt;view a breakdown of results&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://rumandmonkey.com/widgets/toys/looter/"&gt;put one of these on your own page&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Brought to you by &lt;a href="http://rumandmonkey.com/"&gt;Rum and Monkey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's a looter? &gt;_&lt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12987948-112931939422390266?l=spiralynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/feeds/112931939422390266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12987948&amp;postID=112931939422390266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/112931939422390266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/112931939422390266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/2005/10/me-looter.html' title='Me? A Looter?!'/><author><name>~*SpIraLyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5008/1124/1600/035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12987948.post-112880278562243331</id><published>2005-10-09T04:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T04:19:45.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory loss? // This girl...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I am not planning to blog or am not logged onto my blog, I get tons of ideas on what I wanna post/update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I am finally there - *click CREATE ENTRY* - I get brain-tied. Suddenly, all my ideas fly away! (hence, all the shitty sucky postings... so sue me. bLeh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I DO remember is, I have been thinking about posting a "This girl" thingy... what is that? Hmm... should I do it now? Not sure yet... Once I do it, you'll then know what is it all about... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... I think I will do it now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;^(°oo°)^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This girl...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;... is 21 years old this year.&lt;br /&gt;... is misunderstood most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;... has changed compared to 1/2 year ago.&lt;br /&gt;... suffer from severe depression for more than 3 years now and is never fully cured.&lt;br /&gt;... thinks too much about anything and everything.&lt;br /&gt;... can be very noisy and loud almost all the time but can be extremely quiet, especially nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;... is trying to get her life back on track again.&lt;br /&gt;... is missing KL. The time when you can find some place to hang out/mamak at ANY hours of the day. Where your friends are game to have some fun.&lt;br /&gt;... has many friends, but only few close friends, who actually understands and knows her.&lt;br /&gt;... is judged and looked down upon most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;... wants to go down to KL.&lt;br /&gt;... is fucking stressed out and badly needs a vacation.&lt;br /&gt;... does not have any time for herself or social life nowadays cos her life is evolved around handling responsibilities at college, 7 subjects, 5 assignments, 3 projects and 3 presentations.&lt;br /&gt;... has found a friend in college that she can relate to and talk to comfortably about any topics or problems.&lt;br /&gt;... is very afraid of growing fatter, even the slightest bit.&lt;br /&gt;... loves McDonald's &amp; Burger King.&lt;br /&gt;... always orders the Fillet set (McD) and the (Single/Double) Mushroom Swiss set + onion rings (BK).&lt;br /&gt;... loves to drive.&lt;br /&gt;... loves her black Mazda 323 even though it is really old (1986/7 I think) and problematic.&lt;br /&gt;... has kicked many male @$$eS in Need For Speed (and other car racing games).&lt;br /&gt;... wants to graduate quickly and start her working life in KL.&lt;br /&gt;... hopes to find "the one".&lt;br /&gt;... tends to care too much for people that she loves/likes.&lt;br /&gt;... is tired of unsuccessful/short-term relationships.&lt;br /&gt;... loves watching TVB series.&lt;br /&gt;... has mood swings and stomach problems on and off.&lt;br /&gt;... used to have very bad temper, and still do but is very much less now.&lt;br /&gt;... does not want to be in a relationship now because of hectic schedule and many other factors.&lt;br /&gt;... is deeply petrified of getting hurt... physically, emotionally, mentally and spiritually.&lt;br /&gt;... has sprained her ankle three times in 2004 but is still giving problems up til now.&lt;br /&gt;... is pretty close to her mum but not her dad.&lt;br /&gt;... will do the best work on tasks you set upon her to complete, provided she is interested in the subject matter.&lt;br /&gt;... aims to get straight A's throughout her course. *fingers crossed*&lt;br /&gt;... loves to sing K, especially at Red Box.&lt;br /&gt;... buys clothes mostly from MNG (MaNGo), topshop and Miss Selfridge.&lt;br /&gt;... buys shoes mostly from Vincci and Nose (and Charles &amp;amp; Keith if in Singapore).&lt;br /&gt;... thinks she has been in love only twice.&lt;br /&gt;... is very straightforward and hates to be a hypocrite, so some people tend to hate her cos she refuses to lie to them just so they get happy.&lt;br /&gt;... would rather people tell her the truth, even though the truth hurts, than lie/hide things from her. (Cos when the truth finally comes out, it's gonna hurt 1,000,000 times more) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;^(°oo°)^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;So far, these are all the "This girl" I can think of... will add more to the list when I can think of any... cos it's like 4.05am now and I gotta go get some shut eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nite all and see you next time.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12987948-112880278562243331?l=spiralynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/feeds/112880278562243331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12987948&amp;postID=112880278562243331&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/112880278562243331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/112880278562243331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/2005/10/memory-loss-this-girl.html' title='Memory loss? // This girl...'/><author><name>~*SpIraLyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5008/1124/1600/035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12987948.post-112879174867217392</id><published>2005-10-09T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T01:15:48.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To YOU...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;F...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;This song is dedicated to you... It's a little bit outdated (the song), but this is how you make me feel. It wasn't like this for us... until the time you hurt me. It still hurts... stil does a lot. Things din have to turn out this way. Things could have been better. But you din wanna give us another chance. You cast me off just cos of ONE simple mistake. ONE! Think back on how many things you done wrong to me. I was hurt. But where was I standing through it all? Right beside you! Why? Cos look around you, F... &lt;strong&gt;NOBODY IS PERFECT! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought what we had, what we went through can handle more than this. I thought you knew me better than myself. I thought you were someone who wont give up that easily. That you were a fighter and will make things work and look beyond the surface... but you seem to prove me wrong. You disappoint me a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you are happy to make me feel this way. Congratulations, you succeeded in hurting me. Maybe this was your payback to me... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SCARS&lt;/strong&gt; by &lt;strong&gt;Papa Roach &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut&lt;br /&gt;My weakness is that I care too much&lt;br /&gt;My scars remind me that the past is real&lt;br /&gt;I tear my heart open just to feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drunk and I'm feeling down&lt;br /&gt;And I just wanna be alone&lt;br /&gt;I'm pissed cause you came around&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you just go home&lt;br /&gt;Cause you channel all your pain&lt;br /&gt;And I can't help you fix yourself&lt;br /&gt;You're making me insane&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut&lt;br /&gt;My weakness is that I care too much&lt;br /&gt;And our scars remind us that the past is real&lt;br /&gt;I tear my heart open just to feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to help you once&lt;br /&gt;Against my own advice&lt;br /&gt;I saw you going down&lt;br /&gt;But you never realized&lt;br /&gt;That you're drowning in the water&lt;br /&gt;So I offered you my hand&lt;br /&gt;Compassions in my nature&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is our last stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm drunk and I'm feeling down&lt;br /&gt;And I just wanna be alone&lt;br /&gt;You shouldn't ever came around&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you just go home?&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're drowning in the water&lt;br /&gt;And I tried to grab your hand&lt;br /&gt;And I left my heart open&lt;br /&gt;But you didn't understand&lt;br /&gt;But you didn't understand&lt;br /&gt;Go fix yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help you fix yourself&lt;br /&gt;But at least I can say I tried&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry but I gotta move on with my own life&lt;br /&gt;I can't help you fix yourself&lt;br /&gt;But at least I can say I tried&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry but I gotta move on with my own life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus x2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12987948-112879174867217392?l=spiralynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/feeds/112879174867217392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12987948&amp;postID=112879174867217392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/112879174867217392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/112879174867217392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/2005/10/to-you.html' title='To YOU...'/><author><name>~*SpIraLyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5008/1124/1600/035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12987948.post-112819232160288452</id><published>2005-10-02T02:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T02:53:37.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orientation Night pics // n00b</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Uploaded some &lt;strong&gt;photos&lt;/strong&gt; of my &lt;strong&gt;Orientation Night&lt;/strong&gt; already. Actually uploaded some more than those you can see there now... but stupid internet connection fucked up my thing. Ended up with "Cannot Find Server" shite... sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, here are my pictures : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://lynn247.multiply.com/photos/album/15"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Orientation Night 2005 Photos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;                                                           &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; ^(°oo°)^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Had class today... Saturday man! Also got class... actually, its replacement class le... but it's STILL A CLASS can! On Saturday too! Weekends are No Class Time ok? It's sleeping time. Nappie time. Make me feel like those poor schooling kiddies that have classes on Saturdays oso le...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the lecturer handed us our project questions. Yet another to add to our "Torture &amp; stress" workpile. Business. Bah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... dun wanna talk about that le... Im already dam pek chek (agitated &amp;amp; moody) these few weeks cos of college ady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Megamall (yes, again. What do u expect? College's near that place and this IS a small and boring place ok?) with Tee after class yesterday. Went around 2.45pm. Both took our own cars cos we were gonna go back at different times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad mistake cos... when we drove nearing our destination, FUCK! the whole place dam jam and packed with slow (if ever) moving cars!!! It's already difficult enough to find a parking space for ONE car but two??? Man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went around the area like dam long... finally, after 30 minutes, found a space. Tee parked and hopped into my car to go find my car a space. Lucky I was daring and aggressive enough to cut in between two cars and then not allowing an old aunty that dam ganas keep wanna cut in front of me... cos if I hadn't been smart driving, the fella's who were gonna come out of parking n leave a free parking JUST in front of me would've been taken by Aunty Ganas! Almost 1 hour of going round and round finding parking... it ain't a stroll in the park I tell ya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was the happy thing? Oo yea... finally bought a new oil burner thingy! See, about end of last year or beginning of this year, I broke mine. How? I added some water and put few drops of oil and started burning (lavendar oil - to destress) while I got busy doing my assignment. Forgot to keep track of the time and check on the water level every now and then. At midst of doing my assignment, there was a sudden explosion - coming from behind me! I looked back and lying on the floor, broken into pieces, was my little blue glass bowl. le sigh le sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked everywhere to find just the bowl... but to no avail. And on Friday... I finally laid eyes on that cute little thing. I went in the safer path now... no more buying glass ones, even though it looks nicer. Ceramic ones are better for blur sotongs like me... kekeke... =) Bargained with the shop lady... Finally could only reduce the price from RM65 to RM58... not much... but better... =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used it today! Yeay! Im a very satisfied customer... But din buy any burning oil from her shop though... they are freaking expensive!!! RM14 - 21 for some small bottles. I got my few bottles in KL for RM5 only! Lucky I still got my favorite Lavendar oil to burn... but it's almost finishing... sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O... cut my hand on glass today... throbbing pain... bleeding... ouch! &gt;_&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12987948-112819232160288452?l=spiralynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/feeds/112819232160288452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12987948&amp;postID=112819232160288452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/112819232160288452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/112819232160288452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/2005/10/orientation-night-pics-n00b.html' title='Orientation Night pics // n00b'/><author><name>~*SpIraLyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5008/1124/1600/035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12987948.post-112789681508831147</id><published>2005-09-28T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T16:43:39.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Depression. Stressed. Blah!</title><content type='html'>In my college's computer lab now, lepaking. Trying to decide whether to head back after this or to stay back a while longer to do some more research on my assignments... I already finished ONE of my overflowing assignments for this semester, btw... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE DOWN, SIX MORE TO GO!!! le sigh... &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I think my depression is kinda coming back to haunt me again... and I dunno what to do... I'm stressed out all the time, restless, mood swings are always around... and I dunno what is actually causing it this time... could it be because of the of overflowing amount of assignments which incidently have datelines which are almost in the same week??? Possibly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe it's just the way I am... always absolutely must torture myself and suffer cos I dun feel that I deserve to be happy and problem free. I'm a nut... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the reason is, does it really matter? I dono. I dun seem to be sure about anything anymore... Let's just see after I finish all my assignments... But by then, it'll be almost time for my final exams... then more stress will come in and depression will be even greater!!! ARGGGGHHH!~ help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  ~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F called last night. Got me pretty pissed off. Again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kinda agreed on holding things off and taking things slow for now and only deal with it after Im back in KL for sure. (note: this is more of his decision to do so as he feels that his job will take up most of his time and therefore have a chance it might jeopardize us if we ever got together now. And Im not too ready or keen to start something when the two parties are not 100% sure and all) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But last night, he asked if I wanted to get together for real. I suspected something but din exactly say it out. (My suspicion is very simple... you will see later on cos...) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some twists and turns and asking... he finally confirmed my suspicion about his intentions and what he was doing was right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He merely asked me that question out of his own selfishness. He knew he still wasn't able to juggle and divide time well enough between his work and a relationship and thus will create problems for us... but he still went ahead and asked anyways. Why? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since he found out Gav drove all the way to Kuantan from KL just to see me and spend time with me (as well as go to my college's Orientation Night with me), he has been acting not like himself. How? In the sense that he's been treating me better and giving me more attention. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F finally confessed that he just wanted to test me, to see what I feel and how I would react. He merely wanted to find out what position he is in... whether things has/will change!!! WTF! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really dun feel good... this totally sucks, being put in this kinda position and all... I feel so worthless and stupid, F!!! You, of all people, should KNOW not to do this kinda thing to me! You should know better! No matter what... this should not be how you handle things ok! I hope you get it and not do this to me for THE THIRD TIME! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very forgiving the first time. I dun appreciate it the second time. If there comes a third... Im pretty sure you know the consequences, F! Dun say I din warn you... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** All is Fair in Love and War *** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12987948-112789681508831147?l=spiralynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/feeds/112789681508831147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12987948&amp;postID=112789681508831147&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/112789681508831147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/112789681508831147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/2005/09/depression-stressed-blah.html' title='Depression. Stressed. Blah!'/><author><name>~*SpIraLyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5008/1124/1600/035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12987948.post-112766866177669494</id><published>2005-09-25T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T01:24:18.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orientation Night &amp; post-OR</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;Hey peeps!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back~~~ LoL... =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, been long since I posted... I know... I was pretty darn busy with the &lt;strong&gt;Orientation Night&lt;/strong&gt; thingy and Gav extended his stay here... Will update on what happened the past few days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22/09/05 (Thursday) -&lt;/strong&gt; After OR full rehearsal @ coll... Sis fetched me so she can follow her colleague in his car to KL for seminar and Annual Dinner, then I will have my car back again *aaahhhh* Then... went to Megamall with Tee to get a white top (for our opening dance) and have dinner. During dinner, Tiger came over to find us (&amp; to do last minute shopping for his clothes for OR - we last minute ppl! kakaka~ )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz... It was raining pretty heavily, but was pretty late so we all wanted to go back (and I had to book a room for Gav before going back). Was pretty hard to book one, cos got some sports event or something going on in Ktn this weekend, so most hotels were already fully booked!!! *&amp;amp;amp;^%$&amp;%*&amp;amp;% AND...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... my beloved car was already on the verge of KO-ing... Tiger said it was probably the car battery konk-ing out ady!!! But still had to go around lookin for room... Got to book a room for Friday night after going to the 4th hotel in my "dying" car *phew!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[7.45pm]&lt;/strong&gt; Stopped @ college a while before heading back... By that time, car was in pretty bad shape. Din dare to off engine at all. Headlight was fainting, signal was either blinking &lt;em&gt;veeeerrrryyyyy sloooowwwwlyyyyy&lt;/em&gt; or not blinking at all!!! Tiger went into college to get Zaki, and they both asked me to drive home slowly without air-cond or radio on. Just headlights. So I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached the 1st traffic light and put to &lt;strong&gt;"N"&lt;/strong&gt;. But as the light turn green, I happened to look down when I put to &lt;strong&gt;"D"&lt;/strong&gt; and noticed that the gear box is not lighted anymore! Not only that, it was drizzling so I put my wiper on and it got stuck halfway!!! My petrol (which was 3/4) needle was close to &lt;strong&gt;"E"&lt;/strong&gt;!!! I started to panic so quickly called Tiger. There was a junction before a traffic light (and Shell station) and he asked me to wait there for him. It was lucky that road was well lit and no car was following too near behind me, cos by then, I realised my &lt;strong&gt;headlights were no longer working&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;my signal is nonexistent&lt;/strong&gt;! Turned in, kept my engine on while waiting for Tiger ad Zaki to come to my rescue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They reached. Brought Mr. Foo with them. Just as they reached, my car took its final breath and officially went dead &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;--toooooootttttttttt--&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiger stayed there with me while Zaki and Mr Foo went around to find battery shop (replace my battery). Was pretty tough cos it was already 8pm! To cut story short, was already 9.30pm when they finished putting in the new battery and got my car engine on. BUT car was still havin lotsa probs. Went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23/09/05 (Friday) -&lt;/strong&gt; Gav's sms woke me up at 10am. Said he's gonna start his journey. So I woke up and went to college to find Zaki (promised to accompany me to workshop to fix my car). Was someplace nearby my coll. Turns out the prob was not the battery, but the thing near the fan belt (I dono wats it called cos the mechanic wasn't speaking very good english so I cant make out what he was saying). But what I made out was that the problem wasnt the battery (Fuck! wasted &lt;strong&gt;RM135&lt;/strong&gt;) The problem was that the thing in my car was not the original &lt;strong&gt;Mazda 323&lt;/strong&gt; thingy, was already changed to use a &lt;strong&gt;Nissan Sentra&lt;/strong&gt;'s thingy and the Sentra's thing was too big for my car so it had some empty space, allowing dirt and dust to collect in it, therefore, making it get spoiled. (Can anyone make out what "thing" is that and let me know?) told me that I could collect by 1pm. Said fine, cos I predicted I'll have to get my car by about 2pm, so I can meet up Gav and take him to check into his hotel, get food and rest before the OR that night. BUT, later on when I went back to check on my car, he said that the mechanic has gone for lunch and can only finish by around 2pm. So fine, asked him to call me when its done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 1.30pm, Gav called! Seems he has reached Kuantan and my car was still at workshop. Fella still haven called to let me know if my car's done!!! So I told him and he actually found his way over to my college in just 1/2 hour or so!!! Amazing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, went to Megamall to get food before checking into hotel. After lunch, went to check on my car. Turns out the fella forgot to call me when my car was ready!!! =.=''' Paid &lt;strong&gt;(RM138)&lt;/strong&gt; and lead Gav to the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tee&lt;/strong&gt; waited for us at the hotel lobby while we got ready. We wanted to go together. Just as we were gonna leave the hotel entrance to get into Gav's car, it &lt;strong&gt;rained&lt;/strong&gt;!!! Pretty heavily! Talk about good timing... &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mchtnsccb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;... Besides that, the road was pretty jammed also... Gav made a grasshopper out of coconut tree leave and gave it to me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was still raining heavily when we reached the hotel so Gav put me and Tee down at the lobby before parking the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the event was pretty good le... Not bad. But very hectic for me, cos I had to wear my evening dress there (had to hold the banner and all as opening) and then quickly change into dancing attire for my opening dance. After that, rush upstairs to change into my fashion show attire for the third show and finally, back into my evening dress again to join Gav at our table and enjoy the rest of the night. Was buffet style dinner (which the food at Swiss Garden sucks btw), so Gav got some food for me so I can eat when I got back to our table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got some aromatic candles for lucky draw. LoL... &lt;strong&gt;Tiger&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Azlyn&lt;/strong&gt; got crowned the new &lt;strong&gt;King &amp; Queen of Olympia College 2005&lt;/strong&gt; respectively. Best dress goes to &lt;strong&gt;Ayu &amp;amp; Zaki&lt;/strong&gt; (couple). We wondered if it was planned... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will post some pics&lt;/strong&gt; of that night as soon as Tiger sends them over to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Event ended around 11.30pm. Later on &lt;strong&gt;Gav, me, Tiger &amp; Mr. Foo&lt;/strong&gt; headed to the disco @ top floor, &lt;strong&gt;Megamall&lt;/strong&gt;. First time going disco AND this kinda place in Kuantan. Not to mention we were all too well dressed to go to disco! I was in &lt;strong&gt;super high heels&lt;/strong&gt; and all le!!! Cant shuffle also... sigh... Freakin good sound system though (better than the ones in &lt;strong&gt;KL clubs&lt;/strong&gt;) and not the &lt;em&gt;lala&lt;/em&gt; kinda place me &amp;amp; Gav imagined it to be. The live band sings Chinese songs, though. Lucky they take breaks and the DJ takes over with some pretty good English mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of us wanted to go to pub, so we can sit, drink and talk. But we suspected Mr Foo wanted to go to that Megamall's disco, cos we asked him to intro some pubs to go to in Ktn and he kept sayin that the police closed a lot of them down already (but on the way back Ktn, we saw plenty of pubs, live and kicking, on both sides of the road) LoL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24/09/05 (Saturday) -&lt;/strong&gt; Gav was supposed to head back to KL, but wanted to go Kmn instead, so I followed his car and my parents din hafta come down to fetch me back. Anyways, went lunch around 2pm. Gav bought a red dice with white hearts instead of the normal dots for me to hang in my car... =) Then caught &lt;strong&gt;Flight Plan&lt;/strong&gt; at 3.45pm in &lt;strong&gt;GSC, Megamall&lt;/strong&gt;. Damn good movie wei... I recommend! &lt;strong&gt;Must watch!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;^=^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 5.30pm, went over to &lt;strong&gt;Giant&lt;/strong&gt; to check out the &lt;strong&gt;Mister Coffee&lt;/strong&gt; business branch here (his family's business). Went to my home to park my car for my sis to go work on Monday and pack my stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed back to Kmn. Reached around 8.30pm. Wasn't hungry yet so he fetched me back my home and he went his grandma's place. Bath, unpack, he fetched me out yamcha around 10pm. Came back home around 12am. Washed up, watched a bit of TV, slept at 12.45am!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25/09/05 (Sunday) -&lt;/strong&gt; Gav called to go breakfast at 10.30am. Then went to Awana Kijal to play at the beach. Then about 12.45pm, went to Hai Peng to drink coffee. After that, went to play 2 rounds of snooker. Lost like shite to him wei... sigh... Then later on, went to Kuala to have &lt;strong&gt;Otak-otak, Satar &amp; Lekor&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;(yum yum)&lt;/strong&gt;. He went home to his grandma's around 4pm to rest before starting journey down to KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came to find me to talk a while before he heads back to KL. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, definitely a great weekend! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for summary like blogging towards the end. Am pretty darn tired already now and realised I got tons more to type!!! Lazy already... teehee! =P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12987948-112766866177669494?l=spiralynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/feeds/112766866177669494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12987948&amp;postID=112766866177669494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/112766866177669494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/112766866177669494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/2005/09/orientation-night-post-or.html' title='Orientation Night &amp; post-OR'/><author><name>~*SpIraLyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5008/1124/1600/035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12987948.post-112737948191290696</id><published>2005-09-22T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T16:58:01.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orientation Night - Eve</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is THE day. For my college's Orientation Night, that is... And I dunno how well it's gonna go, our rehearsal just ended a while ago... it seemed pretty fun and crazy... let's hope it will be like so as well, tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo... I found someone to go with me to the OR! Yeay! Gavin will be coming down from &lt;strong&gt;KL&lt;/strong&gt; tomorrow just to visit me as well as be my "date" for the function. It's so sweet of him to do so and get me off the extra ticket Im stuck with... Thanks Gav!!! *hugz* =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will head to Megamall later on with Tee to find our top for our opening performance, after my sister leaves for &lt;strong&gt;KL&lt;/strong&gt; with her colleague, &lt;strong&gt;Jeffrey&lt;/strong&gt;. Their company, &lt;strong&gt;Super Pages&lt;/strong&gt; will be having their annual dinner down there on &lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;. So that means I will be having the car all to myself... whoopeeee~~!! =D And then me and Tee will go book hotel room for him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still dunno what to plan for Gav's visit here... not sure where to take him to and what to do cos I dunno Kuantan that well yet... so let's hope his visit here will not be too boring for him... =/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12987948-112737948191290696?l=spiralynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/feeds/112737948191290696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12987948&amp;postID=112737948191290696&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/112737948191290696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/112737948191290696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/2005/09/orientation-night-eve.html' title='Orientation Night - Eve'/><author><name>~*SpIraLyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5008/1124/1600/035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12987948.post-112685403858119256</id><published>2005-09-16T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T15:00:38.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mascara</title><content type='html'>In college now... went to Megamall with Tee just now to get some catalogues from Vincci to paste on our College's Secretarial Board... for decoration purposes of course... =.=''' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, while I was there, I saw this very nice pair of pumps that I simply could not resist buying! It's really nice AND suitable for going out as well as for me to wear to college... Definitely NOT a pair of pumps that will KILL feets... *beams* RM59.90 or something... forgot... it's brownish in color so should not be too difficult to match clothes with it... I HOPE! *gulp* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... later on we went to Watson's to buy a new mascara to use during my Orientation Night cos my current one, Maybelline Lash Discovery is err... almost dried up? &gt;_&lt; And as a result... I bought the new Maybelline XXL mascara! It's on promotion right now cos its, yes, like I said, NEW... so it's only RM29.80 now (normal price is RM35.90). Came back to college a while ago and couldn't resist trying it out... the result : EXCELLENT!!! I have NEVER seen my eyelashes so long and thick and ... beautiful before!!! It's amazing!!! I have pretty short lashes, so I definitely recommend this to people who have short lashes like me... it really does add length and thickness to my barely-there lashes! And it's pretty darn cheap too! The effect is almost exactly like the one you can get using L'Oréal's Lash Architect (the one with Milla Jonovich or some celeb with the damn 'kua cheong' lashes wan), so if you were originally planning to buy "LA" (which was what I wanted, initially), why not give XXL a try, as it gives similar effect/result AND is much cheaper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PRICE COMPARISON &gt;&gt; Maybelline XXL : RM29.80 --- L'Oréal Lash Architect : RM45.90. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the price diff for the same great results? =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo happy... w00t~!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12987948-112685403858119256?l=spiralynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/feeds/112685403858119256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12987948&amp;postID=112685403858119256&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/112685403858119256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/112685403858119256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/2005/09/mascara.html' title='Mascara'/><author><name>~*SpIraLyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5008/1124/1600/035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12987948.post-112628853452590720</id><published>2005-09-10T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T01:55:34.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The pics...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;Just as promised, the pictures from my &lt;strong&gt;Merdeka Parade&lt;/strong&gt; participation... Sorry, the photo pixels are very huge, it takes too long to load, what with me using &lt;strong&gt;TMfuckingNet&lt;/strong&gt; [dialup]... it already took me ages to load into my &lt;strong&gt;Multiply&lt;/strong&gt;, so... do go take a look at it over there ya? Can browse around too... It's where I store all my pics... Ooo... And do remember to &lt;strong&gt;ADD&lt;/strong&gt; me into your list too if you haven't already done so... &lt;strong&gt;*winks*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CLICK HERE : &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;~***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://lynn247.multiply.com/photos/album/14"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Merdeka Parade '05 Pics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;***~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;Hope you enjoy them!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S. Do leave comments both in here AND in multiply k? Would love your feedbacks! Muaksss!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;^('00')^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12987948-112628853452590720?l=spiralynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/feeds/112628853452590720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12987948&amp;postID=112628853452590720&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/112628853452590720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/112628853452590720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/2005/09/pics.html' title='The pics...'/><author><name>~*SpIraLyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5008/1124/1600/035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12987948.post-112620341705727770</id><published>2005-09-09T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T02:16:57.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pissed...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;... is what I feel right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Just ended a conversation with F. And I can tell you, it din end pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dun wanna go into details. Just some personal stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what, F, fuck you! I guess its &lt;strong&gt;MY&lt;/strong&gt; fault for not letting you know earlier. So that you wont spend all of this month's earning on boozing and pubbing with your friends. Its my fault that you din keep your salary for rainy days and have savings of your own! And I guess it's &lt;strong&gt;MY&lt;/strong&gt; fault too that you wanna come but cant and you don't want me to ask someone else. What the fuck? I don't know anyone around here! You want me to get someone off the street? The people I know here are all from my college! They are &lt;strong&gt;ALL&lt;/strong&gt; already involved, FYI! You cant come, but you don't want it to be someone else other than you... how does that work out, F? Huh? Tell me what that fucking means!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe boozing with your friends are more important that this... than me... Im pissed. No matter what I do... things doesn't come my way... You say you'll come next month. But the thing is &lt;strong&gt;THIS MONTH&lt;/strong&gt; in case you still in LaLa Land and din realise yet! So what if you come next month. Can I postpone the whole damn thing to next just because of you? All the places are fucking fully booked for this whole year! And FYI, it's not my place to choose ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. Fucking. Pissed. Off. Right. Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. I hope you're HAPPY! Cos I sure am NOT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12987948-112620341705727770?l=spiralynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/feeds/112620341705727770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12987948&amp;postID=112620341705727770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/112620341705727770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/112620341705727770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/2005/09/pissed.html' title='Pissed...'/><author><name>~*SpIraLyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5008/1124/1600/035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12987948.post-112612591592732498</id><published>2005-09-08T04:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T04:45:16.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What d'ya think?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Like my new layout??? Kekeke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not bad for someone who knows &lt;strong&gt;NIL.ZERO.NADA.&lt;/strong&gt; about html and all those IT shite yea? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIG thank you goes out to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://eloign.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Jack Jack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt; for aiding me in my "template mission" LoL! Thanks &lt;strong&gt;Uncle Jack Jack&lt;/strong&gt;! ^_^ *hugZ*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, not much to talk about. Drove down Kuantan today for a meeting about our &lt;strong&gt;Orientation Night&lt;/strong&gt; (in charge of some stuff) and then drove back again... and then sat here few hrs trying to figure out this html stuff...etc... so pretty tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of us has to sell a minimum of one ticket for the Orientation Night... So... Anyone of you &lt;strong&gt;interested&lt;/strong&gt; to come to my college's Orientation Night? It's only &lt;strong&gt;RM50&lt;/strong&gt;... we have dinner, performances, AND &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fashion show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (which, btw, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; am chosen to be one of the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;models&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; up on the runway that night! Come support me pls...) as well as lucky draw and voting for &lt;strong&gt;MR. and MS. Olympia&lt;/strong&gt;... I have a feeling our head student, &lt;strong&gt;Zaki&lt;/strong&gt; will be Mr. Olympia C. and either &lt;strong&gt;Azlyn&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;Kak&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Ayu&lt;/strong&gt; will be chosen as Ms. Olympia C. Yeay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was in college, went to get my timetable for my course, which will commence this coming Monday (12th September 2005) and guess what? I have &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SEVEN (7)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; subjects to take in this sem... including one LAN subject snoozathon, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Moral Studies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;WTF!&lt;/strong&gt; Can you imagine that??? I hope I can still obtain excellent grades despite the jam-packed schedule... sigh... But determination is strong in me...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;*chants* I know I can I know I can I know I can... *chants*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Details for Orientation Night -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;DATE :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;23rd September 2005 (Friday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;TIME :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;7.00PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;VENUE :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Swiss Garden (Hibiscus Hall)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;THEME :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Elegant Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;TICKET COST :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;RM50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;[&lt;strong&gt;NOTE&lt;/strong&gt; : I have one ticket in my hand now... Anyone interested to go, do let me know. If more than one ticket is requested, I am able to obtain more]&lt;/span&gt; I am &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; joking...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12987948-112612591592732498?l=spiralynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/feeds/112612591592732498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12987948&amp;postID=112612591592732498&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/112612591592732498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/112612591592732498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-dya-think.html' title='What d&apos;ya think?'/><author><name>~*SpIraLyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5008/1124/1600/035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12987948.post-112586084723993670</id><published>2005-09-05T02:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T03:07:27.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self confidence : Men v Women</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;Self confidence. Self esteem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there are anything in this world that can distinguish men and women (minus the fact that we women have inflated chest and a "cat" while men has deflated chests, 2 nuts and a "shift stick" below), it's those two things above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men, have the highest self confidence and -esteem (not to mention, ego) ever, while women's hit rock bottom! (Speaking for majority case here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once read somewhere that, put babboon's ass looking, obese, mop haired (lame man's term : FUCKING UGLY) guy in front of a mirror and what he'd think is, "Man! I look like &lt;&lt;insert&gt;&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, put a thin, sexy, hot Gucci momma, with legs that go on forever in front of a mirror, and she'd go, "OMG! Im the world's ugliest gal... My thighs are too fat, my eyes are too small, my hair is ugly ...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it, that men are sooooo PERASAN??? What makes men think they're the best looking, sexiest man alive? and women feel the least bit sexy/attractive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12987948-112586084723993670?l=spiralynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/feeds/112586084723993670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12987948&amp;postID=112586084723993670&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/112586084723993670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/112586084723993670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/2005/09/self-confidence-men-v-women.html' title='Self confidence : Men v Women'/><author><name>~*SpIraLyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5008/1124/1600/035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12987948.post-112568536601927325</id><published>2005-09-03T01:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T02:22:46.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiring Merdeka</title><content type='html'>Ahhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally back from the Merdeka Parade... was ok I guess... Had to wake up at 5am in the morn. Be in college b4 6am... feets blistering, marching under the blazing, hot sun for hours to come, sweat pouring buckets full due to the ever so stuffy and hard to walk in baju kurung I had to wear... and the sultan is not even cute! Mwahahahha! Oops... Went out with Tiger, Sze Peng and some of Tiger's friends for yamcha at this nice place called Relax on 30th night... got to fag after a looooooong time! Woohoo! LoL... Got to laugh a great deal listening to Tiger and his crazy brass band mates' stunts... Wanted to even join them at the fields for countdown, but Sze Peng had to be back before 12am, and I din wanna drive back too late, all alone... so we went back around 1130, went to my home, got my stuff and went to her place to stay for the night so we can go to college together the next day. Watched a Taiwan horror movie til about almost 2am and then went to sleep. Gav called me at almost 3am (already asleep), so we talked a while and then got back to sleep. 5am, alarm rang... dead tired CAN! =.='''  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was pretty fun I guess... standing in front and all the funny and crazy collegemates happen to also be in front... so we were all laughing and joking and talking and stuff... pretty fun despite the hot spell. And our head student, Zaki is crazy and always getting our command (hukum) wrong, hence, the army man (Param) in charge of us had to keep coming over and correcting him and all. But he did joke with us as well... Was hilarious... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the whole parade was over... went back to college (note: we had to walk from college to field no. 1 and then march to field no. 2 which is dam fucking far away, and then after that had to walk ALL THE WAY back to college AGAIN!) and they prepared some refreshments and stuff for us... was fucking dead tired I could almost fall asleep... Rested in college a while and then around 1pm, drove back home... 1 whole freaking hour driving back... alone! I dono how many times I ALMOST, not quite, but ALMOST dozed off behind the wheel... 3 days of 2-3 hrs sleep and marching for almost whole day... equals dead tired AND the lost of 1 more kilo! Not bad le... ahhaha... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will post the pics after my sai lou sent them to me... he actually already sent them, but seems to be corrupted and I cant open them... wonder why... hmm... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, gtg... gotta drive down to Kuantan tomorrow... college having a picnic-cum-BBQ by the beach (Taman Gelora, near Telok Chempedak (TC)) for us who joined the merdeka Parade... gonna be fun in the sun and lotsa pigging out to do! Woo Hoo! Dun jealous yea! =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12987948-112568536601927325?l=spiralynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/feeds/112568536601927325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12987948&amp;postID=112568536601927325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/112568536601927325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/112568536601927325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/2005/09/tiring-merdeka.html' title='Tiring Merdeka'/><author><name>~*SpIraLyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5008/1124/1600/035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12987948.post-112516545520622739</id><published>2005-08-28T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T05:53:08.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired CAN!!</title><content type='html'>Hey peeps... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im back from my training and exam! Actually, today's training was cancelled and yesterday's was the most pathetic training ever! All they did was just lined us (those who actually bothered to turn up) and took some pictures and let us off... in less than 30mins! And with today's cancelled, I get to come back home and sleep in the comfort of my own room, my own bed... cos I dunno why, but I dun seem to ever been able to sleep in that room in Kuantan... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime Im there, I cant seem to sleep... And then I'd wake up at like 8 - 9am... WITHOUT FAIL! I never even needed the alarm clock to wake me up, cos I always wake up waaaay earlier than the time set. Last night after getting off the phone, I went to lie down in bed at 2am, lights off (sis next to me, sleeping like a log already)... I COULDN'T sleep! My phone rang at almost 4am, but it din wake me... cos I was WIDE AWAKE! Talked a while and then tried to go back to sleep again. Ended up lying there staring at the ceiling til about 6am before I could actually sleep... and then I suddenly jerked awake at 8AM! And I din have to wake up til like 1030!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not just this once... it's everytime Im there... is this creepy or what? =S &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm gonna hafta drive back up tomorrow and stay there til either Wednesday or Thursday... cos we have this vigorous and final training before the actual day (Wed). So no point comin back after training on Monday and then drive back up on Tue again! Too much petrol money ka? LoL... So me and my friends gonna have lunch, hang out after training and go look around for gym centres so we can go... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo... went to watch Singapore's ghost movie, The Maid last night after training with my "brother" Tiger and Sheau Wei (Ah Tee). Was pretty ok le.. not very scary... but dam kesian wan... The dam funny part is, when people watch horror or anything, they would wince or scream or anything rite? Well, Tiger's is special... when it comes to the intense part of the horror, he will suck in his breath thru his mouth for as long as the scary part lasts. And if it's dam long, he'd pause for like 1 second and continue again! It was hilarious! The whole cinema was laughing cos it was loud enough for them to hear... LoL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, nothing much to update for now... Pretty tired cos of lack of sleep... sigh... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/S : I finally put up my tagboard on the right hand side (below the Cool Counter)... If you guys wanna like tag me or leave a msg or whatever, do feel free to do so k? Will reply back.. hehehe! =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12987948-112516545520622739?l=spiralynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/feeds/112516545520622739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12987948&amp;postID=112516545520622739&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/112516545520622739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/112516545520622739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/2005/08/tired-can.html' title='Tired CAN!!'/><author><name>~*SpIraLyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5008/1124/1600/035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12987948.post-112499362020530282</id><published>2005-08-26T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T02:13:40.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why so boring???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Argh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta drive down to Kuantan tomorrow again... got Merdeka Parade training with my fellow coursemates of Olympia... FORCED by our principal btw... Totally 100% din join by choice! Blueksss!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then on Sat, will be having Computer Application exam (yes, an exam on a fucking SATURDAY! Kill me can?) and then about an hour after that, it's training time again! Whoopee!!! *sarcastically + rolling of eyes pls*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and it's confirmed... my lecturer insists I wear the cheongsam and asks Azlyn (that's the lenglui Malay gal, I found out her name) to help find a nice one to rent.. and get this... me and her are gonna hafta wear HEELS and march around the fucking field! OMFG! I hope I dun trip and fall... And I already sprained my ankle like 3 times... I so CANNOT wear heels for too long... I wore them on Monday to go for my class (Mondays are the college's "dress up like an executive" day) and then after that went to Megamall for lunch and a short walk around wif my coursemates before driving back home again... and my leg almost gave way... It's still painful up to now... Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ooh... Thinking of joining the gym once my actual course starts, I get my timetable to plan and things are more settled... Will most probably be going with my "sai lou" Tiger, since he's the one who suggested it... And I HAVE been planning on getting myself toned up again, considering I had to stop tennis cos of my poor ankle... So Im guessing gym would be a pretty good choice, considering you dun need to find a sparring partner to do gym (a buddy there for motivation and boredom killing is good of cos)... Just hope I won't get all big and bulky like I did when I was still superbly active in tennis... I din lose all this weight and went to a smaller frame just to ruin it all again wei... Just wanna look more toned... not bigger! =S Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh... boring boring boring... Guess Im gonna go offline in a few.. nothing to do... Bah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12987948-112499362020530282?l=spiralynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/feeds/112499362020530282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12987948&amp;postID=112499362020530282&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/112499362020530282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/112499362020530282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/2005/08/why-so-boring.html' title='Why so boring???'/><author><name>~*SpIraLyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5008/1124/1600/035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12987948.post-112482505596577850</id><published>2005-08-24T02:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T03:24:16.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I dun get it. I just dun fucking get it! Why do guys have to get all bitchy and nasty and mean on the girl after he breaks up with them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, this friend of mine, she suffers a very very bad bad BAD depression. If I'm not mistaken, it's hereditary. It's so bad she self mutilates, attemps suicides and all that pretty often just to hurt herself. She actually love the pain and seeing the blood. Since its hereditary, it's pretty hard, if not impossible, to cure. She takes lotsa anti-depressants and all those shits doctors give her... etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ex of hers, know her for years n have been going after her for like YEARS, so therefore means already knows how she's like - her depression, self-mutilation, suicide, her character, etc.. BUT, with knowing all those information, he still went after her for all those years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, she finally accepted him. He even broke up with his then gf to be with her. Said there were no sparks with her and no love at all. My friend and that bastard were together for some months. Has their ups and downs like all relationships, of course... and then, in this few days, he broke off wif her AND got back wif his ex (now, din he say he din love her, no sparks and all that shit?). AND, she flew all the way over to where he is, spent the week with him and all... but he din even break up with her like a MAN, face-to-face! He waited til she was back on the plane back to her place and then a day or two later broke up with her, through the phone! What the fucking hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that! After breaking up with her, he starts bitching on this blog that they share, about how he cannot cope with how she is, her depressions, her this and that... when he already actually knows how she is right from the beginning, YEARS before this, and we assume he has accepted ALL of it cos he still insisted on pursuing her for so many years, listening to her problems, helping her out... even before they got together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as if he hasn't hurt and tortured her enough... he even posted up tons of entries about mental illnes! Stuff like "Mental health: What's normal, what's not", "How signs, symptoms and function are interpreted" and "Mental health as an evolving continuum"! As if stating she's mentally disturbed and cuckoo! Fucker!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck man? U call yourself a MAN? For a guy of almost thirty, you would think he would have some MATURITY and BRAINS inside his teeny weeny head. Handle the situation sanely and LIKE A MAN la! What a loser... I have male friends who are tons younger than him that are more mature than that bird brained son of a bitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you got nothing nice to say, don't fucking say anything! Just keep ur stinking pie hole shut! No one will say you're dumb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an asshole... I hope he rots in hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12987948-112482505596577850?l=spiralynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/feeds/112482505596577850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12987948&amp;postID=112482505596577850&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/112482505596577850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/112482505596577850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/2005/08/what.html' title='What the...'/><author><name>~*SpIraLyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5008/1124/1600/035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12987948.post-112482141353736878</id><published>2005-08-24T02:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T02:23:33.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold on...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;Now wait just a minute there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would just like to make some things clear... This is my blog. My sanctuary. A place where I can just blurt everything I feel, think, want, need and whatever shite out. My place of truth. It is also a place for my friends to get to know about me, what I do, how I feel and et cetera et cetera et cetera...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dun think I am a bad person. I dun do drugs, I dun rob, I dun steal, I dun kill... I am just going through life as it is. I am not perfect. I am a normal human being. And I make mistakes. I feel things. I learn from my own mistakes, from mistakes my friends do. I have feelings. Yea, so I have more of a depression than others do. But so what? I still am me. You think I am not learning cos Im ranting here? That I am an unappreciative, spoilt little prissy ass bitch cos I just want my freedom, my own space, my own life, my own way to learn in life? Think again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No two people are the same. Maybe some of you dun understand what I go through cos u have ur own freedom since u were young. For me, all my life so far is my parents telling me who I can be friends with. What I should eat. What sports I should play. What clothes I should wear. What I should study. Where I should study. For my life so far, I have been doing what my parents want. Is it wrong for me to want my OWN LIFE back? Is it wrong for me to wanna live n see the world for my own instead of being kept inside a cage and learn and see things through my parents' eyes? Is it wrong for me to actually have my own life? To have my freedom? Is it wrong to expand my views? What the hell is wrong with that? It's not like I'm DISOWNING them or saying I don't need them and their advice!! I still do ok? They are and always will be my parents, whom I love no matter how pissed and mad I am at them. I just wanna learn things my way, see things on my own... be independent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every family has their own quirks and deep dark secrets. Every family has their problems and fights and whatever shits. This is MY way of keeping my sanity. MY way of handling things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12987948-112482141353736878?l=spiralynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/feeds/112482141353736878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12987948&amp;postID=112482141353736878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/112482141353736878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/112482141353736878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/2005/08/hold-on.html' title='Hold on...'/><author><name>~*SpIraLyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5008/1124/1600/035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12987948.post-112456057836408523</id><published>2005-08-21T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T01:56:18.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so boring... Im so bored... what a boring place Im living in... A place where the town goes almost dead by 11pm... where you cant even mamak after 12am cos no place is open - AT ALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to do? What to do? What to do? And my actual course is not opened yet, so Im here freaking bored outta my head... I really cannot wait for my graduation by end of next year... so I can find a job located in KL and be in the middle of all the actions again... like I used to be... [how many times have I actually talked about this? Too many I think... U guys are gonna kill me aren't you? =P]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's really true... This place is too dead to be true... And living with parents like mine? It dun matter how hip and happening this place is... you will forever have a curfew and a limitation of where you can go and what you can do... Just ask the 24 yr old gal who came from this very same family as me... I dun get why she gave up a job in KL to come back here! [I know la actually... beloved bf here ma] But giving up KL to come back to curfews and controlling parents? OMFG... Well, not quite la... since she usually dun listen to them and they dun freaking do anything about it... oh wait, they do... they PICK ON POOR ME instead! Me... the poor, defenseless one... who gets dragged in the middle of their warpath just cos their elder daughter don't listen to them... *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which makes me cant wait to escape this "prison" and have my own sanctuary, my own life, my own freedom... let them deal with her directly instead of diverting the torture unto the innocent victim who doesn't go out, stays home and does her homeworks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O... The "VIP" has finally read the "crazy" thing I sent... but I gotta wait few more days cos "VIP" wanna think about it first before replying me and giving me the answer... Is this a good sign or a bad sign? Im soooo nervous... sooooo scared over what's it gonna be... I really hope it's the positive answer... Really do... *Prays and hopes* This is so nerve-wrecking... *Breaks into cold sweat* OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Please pray and hope for me that things goes my way... pls... thanks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12987948-112456057836408523?l=spiralynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/feeds/112456057836408523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12987948&amp;postID=112456057836408523&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/112456057836408523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/112456057836408523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/2005/08/bored.html' title='Bored...'/><author><name>~*SpIraLyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5008/1124/1600/035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12987948.post-112447529065902500</id><published>2005-08-20T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T02:21:59.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ranting post...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;OMFG-MCH-CCB-TNS...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[WARNING : This post will contain a lot of profanities and violence and bitching about... so those who wants stuff like "peace on earth" or whatever shit, or do not wanna read angry stuff, or happy people who do not want their mood to be sunken, you are warned... leave while you can!]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sooooooooooo restless and panicky and desperate right now... (dun think slanting la fuckwits!) It's cos that lenglui Malay gal (I still dunno her name...) said she'd call me since Tuesday to discuss and go out shopping and stuff to find something for both of us to wear during perbarisan for the Merdeka Parade... and til now she STILL FUCKING HASN'T CALLED ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck la... is it all leng luis will do this kinda things wan? FFK la... Broken promises la... kena dam a lot of times ady la... all from leng luis wan... (sorry to leng luis... Im not stereotyping... just fucking pissed off now... Im a perfectly sweet and nice person... when not lied, ffk-ed, broken promises, etc... to)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will only be going to class on Monday next week to pass up my assignment... and then Friday and Saturday 5.30PM will have marching training... Saturday 2 - 4.30PM exam summore... and I dun see her in college often... so how the hell am I gonna track her down la... sigh... I hate going to complain to the lecturers about other students... I hate tattle-taling and ratting on others... but what can I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so NOT planning on wearing a cheongsam in HIGH HEELS! And WITH sports shoes to march, it would look fucking ODD la! Ppl would think Im fucking insane wei... Kebaya would be much better choice considering its longer and can cover the shoes... and where do I find kebaya I can borrow if that gal keeps playing HIDE AND SEEK with me? I will absolutely NOT go make one just for this stupid event... I still need to find a gown to borrow or buy for my Orientation Night... Dark blue... fucking dresscode... why cant they just allow us to wear whatever fucking color we want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention, my coat and skirt for my Secretarial course will also have to be dark blue! Sigh... Nothing against it... love blue... just dun love what color we hafta wear inside... LIGHT BLUE! WTF! It's awful can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh fuck... just remembered tomorrow is &lt;strong&gt;Salem Revelation&lt;/strong&gt; in PD... cant go! Cos Im fucking not in KL... dam sad... have been going for all da annual raves (2x per yr, yes, I go to both)... and now, I have to break the spell cos I cant go this time... &lt;em&gt;MCHTNS&lt;/em&gt;... sigh... I hate you people who get to go! Dam unfair CAN! Damnit la &lt;strong&gt;Alex&lt;/strong&gt;! Come down and fetch me along with you la! U won't wanna be &lt;strong&gt;Jon&lt;/strong&gt; n &lt;strong&gt;Shennie&lt;/strong&gt;'s &lt;em&gt;Philips 300watt lightbulb &lt;/em&gt;rite? I miss clubbing with you la! Pleaaaaaaassssssse......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh crap...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12987948-112447529065902500?l=spiralynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/feeds/112447529065902500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12987948&amp;postID=112447529065902500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/112447529065902500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/112447529065902500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/2005/08/ranting-post.html' title='Ranting post...'/><author><name>~*SpIraLyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5008/1124/1600/035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12987948.post-112439429462920061</id><published>2005-08-19T03:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T04:30:01.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PoEm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Argh! Freaking migraine... killing me... Always have it... comes to "visit" every few days once or so... sometimes so bad that it even makes me puke (or want to)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Anyhoo... I recently read a novel and stumbled upon a poem which I find really meaningful and so I decided I'll be all generous and share it with you guys... hope that you will enjoy it as much as I do and in the meantime learn something from it too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"IF" by Rudyard Kipling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can keep your head when all about you&lt;br /&gt;Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;&lt;br /&gt;If you can trust yourself when all men doubt,&lt;br /&gt;But make allowance for their doubting too;&lt;br /&gt;If you can wait, and not be tired by waiting,&lt;br /&gt;Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,&lt;br /&gt;Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,&lt;br /&gt;And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;&lt;br /&gt;If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;&lt;br /&gt;If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster&lt;br /&gt;And treat those two impostors just the same;&lt;br /&gt;If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken&lt;br /&gt;Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,&lt;br /&gt;Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,&lt;br /&gt;And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can make one heap of all your winnings&lt;br /&gt;And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,&lt;br /&gt;And lose, and start again at your beginnings&lt;br /&gt;And never breathe a word about your loss;&lt;br /&gt;If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew&lt;br /&gt;To serve you turn long after they are gone,&lt;br /&gt;And so hold on when there is nothing in you&lt;br /&gt;Except the Will to say to them: "Hold on!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,&lt;br /&gt;Or walk with Kings - not lose the common touch;&lt;br /&gt;If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;&lt;br /&gt;If all men count with you, but none too much;&lt;br /&gt;If all you can fill the unforgiving minute&lt;br /&gt;With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -&lt;br /&gt;Yours is the Earth and everything that is in it,&lt;br /&gt;And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;This poem is telling you to always be yourself, have your feet firm on the ground, always be optimistic, believe in yourself... no matter what others say or think. Very very meaningful... Many people cannot do this... including myself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;^(°00°)^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Below, is an e-mail my friend has sent to me... It is so true as well... Check out the pic... it's a couple kissing... pretty clever aye? Took me a long time form the picture in here so you guys can see it... cos the picture somehow became defected and unviewable (is there such word?) when transfered into here... It's still a bit cacat-ed la... but just as long as you can make out the picture, can? Anyways, the most important part of this post is the message below... not the how ugly the picture turned out cos of my erm, bad editing... bluekss! &gt;_&lt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[hint: someone pleasssse compliment me that I did a great job with the picture... *bambi eyes*]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;, ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ;.&lt;br /&gt;, ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ,&lt;br /&gt;, ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ) ) ) ; ; ( ( ( , , ; ; ; , , _ ) ) ) ) )\ ,&lt;br /&gt;, ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ; ' ) ) ) ) ) ) ) ) ) ) ) \ ; ; ; ; ; ; / ) ' ' - / , ) ) ) ( ( ( ( ( ( ( ( ( ( ; ; ; ; ' \ . ~ \ ) ) ) ) ) ) ) ) ) ) ) ) ) )&lt;br /&gt;/ / ( ( ( ( ( ( ( ( ( ( ( ( ( (&lt;br /&gt;/ ' \ _ / ~ ' ) ( ) ) ) ) ) ) ) ) )&lt;br /&gt;/ ' ` \ / o _ / ) ) ) ( ( ( ( ( ( ( (&lt;br /&gt;/ / ' ` ~ ~ ( _ _ _ _ / ( ) ) ) ) ) ) ) ) ) ) )&lt;br /&gt;- - - , \ ( ( ( ( ( ( ( ( ( ( (&lt;br /&gt;` \ ~ - _ _ _ _ ) ) ) ) ) ) ) ) )&lt;br /&gt;\ ` \ _ . - - - . ( ( ( ( ( ( ( (&lt;br /&gt;\ \ \ \ ) ) ) ) ) ) ) ) )&lt;br /&gt;\ \ / ( ( ( ( ( ( ( (&lt;br /&gt;\ \ / ) ) ) ) ) ) )&lt;br /&gt;\ __ / ( ( ( ( ( (&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never say I Love You&lt;br /&gt;If you don't really care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never talk of feelings&lt;br /&gt;If they aren't really there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;If you mean to break my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never say forever&lt;br /&gt;If you ever plan to part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never look into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;If you are telling me a lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never say hello&lt;br /&gt;If you think you'll say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never say that I'm THE one&lt;br /&gt;If you dream of more than me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never lock up my heart&lt;br /&gt;If you don't have the key&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Anyways, hope you all enjoyed and learnt something from these two postings... Have a nice life... Will post some stuff later on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;^(°00°)^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12987948-112439429462920061?l=spiralynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/feeds/112439429462920061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12987948&amp;postID=112439429462920061&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/112439429462920061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/112439429462920061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/2005/08/poem.html' title='PoEm...'/><author><name>~*SpIraLyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5008/1124/1600/035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12987948.post-112430199026873682</id><published>2005-08-18T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T02:06:30.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh fVcK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh crap... Oh my fucking gawd... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I did something crazy... something mad... something I may regret doing... even more so later... cos I already am regretting it... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But if I don't do it... I will not know the answer... And whatever I wrote just now are all true... 100% pure.. from the heart... no joke... no more playing games... no more immaturity... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But still... oh fuck... what have I done... Alrite... Im like contradicting myself in here... Hell, even in my brain I'm contradicting myself... conflicting myself... War is going on in my head now! ARRRRGGHHHH!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just hope everything turns out well... goes how Im really realllllly hoping for... But still... slim chance, I think.... sigh... Im the most pessimistic bitch around... This sucks... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12987948-112430199026873682?l=spiralynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/feeds/112430199026873682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12987948&amp;postID=112430199026873682&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/112430199026873682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/112430199026873682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/2005/08/oh-fvck.html' title='Oh fVcK!'/><author><name>~*SpIraLyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5008/1124/1600/035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12987948.post-112417928842535779</id><published>2005-08-16T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T16:11:34.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling patriotic, anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaysia's 48th Independence Day is just around the corner (note : that's 31st of August for you fuckwits who still don't know) and I'm bummed... why? Cos this year, I won't be able to celebrate in the lovely Kuala Lumpur like I always do every other year (yes, I still fucking love that place. Love the busy and hectic life. Sure beats boringtown like where I am *rolls eyes*). No more seeing fireworks. No more hanging out in Sungai Wang area from morn til wee late hours. No more going nuts with a whole buncha friends. No more clubbing... Why is that you ask? Well, for several reasons :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Haze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;2. Parents would definitely NOT allow me down cos of the haze (I know it's like almost gone... but they'd definitely still say NO) ...and besides, let's not forget how they like to have their over-controlling claw into me, questioning my every move, every squirm... I get the third-degree just trying to take the car out of my home to go buy a reload card for my cell... yes, it's THAT extreme. Im not exaggerating... pfah! Funny, its only me who gets it... my sister doesn't seem to be bothered by them... sheesh! *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;3. I have to be patriotic (note the word HAVE in the sentence. Meaning Im forced to be... beyond my will.) Olympia College, Kuantan suddenly decides to make their presence known to everyone so they are doing that by joining the Merdeka Parade... which means we poor reluctant students will have to join the march... bleugggh! &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it gets worse... We have two lovely ladies wearing some traditional clothings (ie. Kebaya, cheongsam, kurung, sari, etc... u get the picture) walking up front, holding a banner, saying something like "&lt;strong&gt;KERANAMU MALAYSIA... OLYMPIA COLLEGE&lt;/strong&gt;" and behind us is our head student, Zaki and behind would be 3 guys holding, Im guessing, the Malaysia flag, the Pahang flag and possibly one with the college logo. Following behind is seven rows and x amount of columns of people in the march... well, that's not why I said it gets worse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm one of the "lovely ladies" who gets to be up front... wearing... gulp, a cheongsam? Kebaya?! That's for being well-known and instantly liked by (almost) all the lecturers and staff in college... *runs around the room 100x, screaming my head off*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Pant pant Exhausted* Ok... I've calmed down... Hmm... we haven't decided on what I'd be wearing though... the pretty (yea, she's a real beauty) Malay girl that would be walking along side me with the banner in our hands would be calling me to discuss what I'd wear. Maybe we'd be going for a shopping spree tomorrow to decide *whee!*&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I should just borrow my mum's never-worn-before cheongsam... it's kinda loose for me... but hmm... will ask the gal when she calls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try and take some pics of the event... and me in whatever I wear... and post it in here for you guys to see if I can... Hope I dun trip and fall... Oh gosh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;@_@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Ooh... Hmm... &lt;strong&gt;Orientation Night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Venue : MS Garden, Kuantan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Date : 17th September 2005. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Time : Still unknown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Charge : RM50 (around that). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Attire : Dark blue gown &lt;---anyone got any classy, sexy and beautiful gowns to loan me? I'd be forever grateful... pleeeeeeaaaaaaaaaase *winks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12987948-112417928842535779?l=spiralynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/feeds/112417928842535779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12987948&amp;postID=112417928842535779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/112417928842535779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/112417928842535779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/2005/08/feeling-patriotic-anyone.html' title='Feeling patriotic, anyone?'/><author><name>~*SpIraLyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5008/1124/1600/035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12987948.post-112388044670061856</id><published>2005-08-13T04:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T05:31:19.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haze.Haze.Haze.</title><content type='html'>Wah lao... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The haze is getting worse and worse. It's even spread over to the east coast! Kuantan, Terengganu... kena ady! This morning I woke up and looked out the window and OMFG, blur man! For a minute there I thought I was in Genting Highlands... except it was damn fucking HOT! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I looked, it was damn blurry vision! Went grocery shopping with my mum in the afternoon and kept yawning. Lacking oxygen due to haze... Stupid mch ccb Indons! What the fuck you affect our country like that! Inconsiderate I tell you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my mum: At the rate of the haze now, spreading even to east coast already now, sooner or later, people are gonna look at the map and wonder why we cant see Malaysia on it; cos it's such a small country and the (fucking) haze is so thick! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually meant it as a joke, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the picture and see for urself what Im talking about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5008/1124/1600/haze-5%5B1%5D.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:centre; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5008/1124/320/haze-5%5B1%5D.jpeg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOTE : Click on photo to enlarge...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is fucking serious case... Soon we'd be going, "Where's Malaysia?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hail storm has struck Subang and Sunway area couple of days ago and its snowing in the impossible-to-snow Melbourne... wonder if it'll even snow in zon Khatulistiwa ie. MALAYSIA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, the impossible might just happen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12987948-112388044670061856?l=spiralynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/feeds/112388044670061856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12987948&amp;postID=112388044670061856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/112388044670061856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/112388044670061856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/2005/08/hazehazehaze.html' title='Haze.Haze.Haze.'/><author><name>~*SpIraLyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5008/1124/1600/035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12987948.post-112367408065280710</id><published>2005-08-10T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T19:41:20.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Song for the broken hearted...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;This song was sent to me by my cousin, &lt;strong&gt;Eric&lt;/strong&gt;, after knowing what happened with me and my baby boy... He said to listen to the lyrics carefully and after doing that... I feel like it is so much like what I should and must do... I cried reading it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;F.I.R. - 把愛放開&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;當你開始追尋你要的自由&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;放開我們緊握的手 帶走我的愛和天空&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;我不知所措 我以為我會懂 我們的愛 我們的愛&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;當我獨自走到時間的盡頭&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;回憶和我擦身而過 帶走你的愛和笑容&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;我無力承受 最後的一點心痛 我們的愛 我們的愛&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;把愛放開 把手放開 如果你的心已不在&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;把愛放開 不再等待 你的溫柔是一片空白把愛放開 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;把心打開 這次我決定走出回憶重來&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;就讓我徹底地傷 再徹底地醒過來&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;終於明白愛已不再 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;從今以後再也沒有什麼能去依賴&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;我還有什麼期待&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;把愛放開 把手放開 如果你的心已不在&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;把愛放開 不再等待 你的溫柔是一片空白把愛放開 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;把心打開 這次我決定走出回憶重來&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;就讓我徹底地傷 再徹底地醒過來&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;I cannot accept the fact yet... It's all too soon and drastic... Im so stoned... I'll be falling back to my old self again... Suicidal thoughts flashing back into my mind... Depression strikes again... I need as much love as possible... Im so alone... so so alone... failed... faltered again... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Why does this always happen to me... Just when I think I can trust and love someone again... I get shitfuck back... Love hurts... I dun even know how many "markings" I already made on myself cos of this... I dun wanna hurt no more... What best way than to leave the world... That's the most tempting offer I heard... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12987948-112367408065280710?l=spiralynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/feeds/112367408065280710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12987948&amp;postID=112367408065280710&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/112367408065280710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/112367408065280710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/2005/08/song-for-broken-hearted.html' title='Song for the broken hearted...'/><author><name>~*SpIraLyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5008/1124/1600/035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12987948.post-112356828978063944</id><published>2005-08-09T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T19:16:13.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks everyone...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sorry for late posting... Been having computer classes... Quite boring but nice at the same time... boring as in... alaa... classes memang boring wan la... but nice as in I got pretty nice new friends and everyone's friends with everyone over here cos it's like dam 9 small college okay? LOL... Not to mention, in classes we get to go online and do our own stuff! Da teacher's pretty cool... she lets us do our own thing as long as we do what she asks us to as well (which we do, of course! =P) We're good students! hahahahaah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this specific posting is to thank everyone who has been so supportive and helpful and concerned over me in the past few days that I haven't been feeling well, having depression and suicidal thoughts over some major problem I have been facing... My thank yous goes out to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/~posh_devil"&gt;Audrey&lt;/a&gt; *** Thanks for always being there for me... Im glad to have known you 3 years ago, cos you are the nicest and greatest friend anyone can ever have... I consider you my soulmate cos we are soooo similar in character and thinking and lots more... This friendship is the best one I ever had... No matter where we are or how far apart we are, we'll always always be there for one another... THANK YOU for giving me a call all the way from Australia just to hear me out as well as give suggestions and advice to me... Remember that I'll be there for you just the way you are to me! *hugz &amp;amp; muaks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gavin @ Giin Ann&lt;/strong&gt; *** Though we don't know each other for very long or well, but you have still been there to accompany me and give me good advice on what I should and shouldn't do in my time of need. I can sense the blooming of a wonderful friendship. Anytime you need me, I'll always always be there for you too! *hugZ*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suk Ching&lt;/strong&gt; *** You have been nothing but a true friend to me throughout the 4 years we've known each other... sharing our experiences and you helping me through my difficult times and much more. You are the nicest person anyone can ever know... I never regretted knowing you and being your friend. Thanks for always being the greatest friend ever... Keep in touch always and forever cos I don't hope for this friendship ever to end. *hugggg*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xes.cx"&gt;Frank&lt;/a&gt; *** You're such a good person... I feel you've grown more mature after knowing you for all this time... You've been nothing but nice to me. You came to my aid and lent me an ear even though you're piled up over your head with law cases and workload... This makes me not regretting keeping the friendship and ever confiding in you. Though that cannot happen for us, but the friendship is the best thing that I can ever ask for. Just remember that I'll be there for you no matter what. Thank you... *huggies*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but definitely not least,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://creativebitchin.blogspot.com"&gt;Irene&lt;/a&gt; *** You are the greatest greatest friend ever... You never cease to amaze me with your quickwit and straighforwardness. Nothing about you is ever fake and that's what I appreciate about you the most. You took me as your friend and this I am most honored. I am so blessed to have known you and to share my life with you. And thank you so so much for calling me to see how I am all the way from Singapore even though you are facing some serious problems yourself. This goes to show how cared for I am by you. Hope that one day we can finally meet up cos I really hope to see you... Love ya girl... *hugs + kisses*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the people whom I can relate to and not regret knowing... You guys are the greatest! I love you guys so so much! *I dunno how many of you are actually gonna see your thanks here... but I really hope all of you do... And if you don't, well, I mean it from the bottom of my heart!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HuGgGsXZS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12987948-112356828978063944?l=spiralynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/feeds/112356828978063944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12987948&amp;postID=112356828978063944&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/112356828978063944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/112356828978063944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/2005/08/thanks-everyone.html' title='Thanks everyone...'/><author><name>~*SpIraLyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5008/1124/1600/035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12987948.post-112186940455257560</id><published>2005-07-20T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T22:23:24.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So shitty....</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Unease. Depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's how I'm feeling now. My heart's restless. Feeling like there's a huge rock on it. Why am I feeling like that? How, When did this happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vaguely, I know when. It all started yesterday evening when I found out an ex of mine has a new girlfriend. He has found someone else. But I wanna know why. We've broken up for months and have been able to go out or have conversations greatly. We even went for movies and also for meals with his parents. A few months back, a mutual friend of ours even asked me, "If HE asked you back, would you go back to him?" Her question made me think. I admit, I do still have feelings for him. This isn't something that can vanish so fast. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Part of me still wanna go back to him if he would still have me cos I still love him and our time together had been nothing but great. But another part of me, the rational part of me, advised me against it cos up til the time he broke off with me, he made me realised that I was the substitute for his first ex. I was petrified to be hurt again. This is what I feel and I told the mutual friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That was months ago. I never pondered over him and the possibility of "us" anymore after that. I did not allow myself to do so. Cos everytime I do, I end up sad and wishing for us to be back together again. This is the highway to hell and I forbid myself to go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But yesterday, I sms-ed him to wish him belated birthday and we got to talking. When he told me he found someone else, my heart sank. I thought I was over him... I THOUGHT. I guess I'm not. I feel bothered. Very. Very bothered. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad. This is very bad. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12987948-112186940455257560?l=spiralynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/feeds/112186940455257560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12987948&amp;postID=112186940455257560&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/112186940455257560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/112186940455257560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/2005/07/so-shitty.html' title='So shitty....'/><author><name>~*SpIraLyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5008/1124/1600/035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12987948.post-112015854778454168</id><published>2005-07-01T02:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T03:09:07.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck in a rut...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Im bored...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Im fucking bored... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Im so fucking bored that Im actually blogging about being bored... hah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Well, anyways, I figured I might as well go onto blogging since its been so long since I actually properly blogged something... even though I have done absofuckinglutely nothing amazing or worth blogging about... So if you fall asleep reading my entry... dun say I din warn ya! =P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hmm... lessee... Got to have Pizza Hut for FREE! Well, free for me &amp; my friend, Audrey that is... HAHAHA! Drey called me out to have dinner... apparently cum to meet up with her friend and her friend's friend (embarassingly enough, I forgot their names just right after they introduced themselves... whoopsee! My bad... &gt;_&lt; ) Drey's friend is dam 9 talkative... pretty funny too... his friend's kinda quiet though... din talk much the whole time... N OMG... this is the 1st time I ever seen so much order in my life of eating pizza! I swear I think I gained like 2kgs from that dinner! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Oo... some tennis tournament's gonna be held at our tennis court starting tomorrow... not sure til when though... It's a Junior tournament, which means it'll be "little kids playing" (yes, I admit, Im old). Gonna go check it out... promised Drey I'd go (her li'l bro's playing) and she also said all our ex tennis player friends will be there too... It'd be good to catch up on old times I guess... Brings back the memories of old times playing the game... joining every tournament possible... winning trophies and getting my name in the papers... Those were the days... Would've still been playing the game if its not for spraining my stupid ankle 3 THREE times! #%^&amp;* + *&amp;^%$ Oh wow... going to the tennis court... gonna get pretty dark soon... considering how strong the sun in east coast is... I tell ya, the sun over here tans you up pretty quick just cos we're located along the borderline with the beach... *rolls eyes* Im glad I get fair pretty quickly... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;What else... hmm... Oh yea... Going back to my hometown AGAIN this coming probably Thursday or Friday (not tomorrow, as in the coming weekend)... Dad's company's holding a seminar in Singapore for 5 days (11th - 15th) and asked my mum along (if not only for sharing the drive down with him) so I'll be staying back in either my grandma's or at my aunt's place. Whoopee! I love my hometown... ever since I was young, getting to go back to my hometown and being there was my happiest time... I even remember crying everytime we had to go back home (which leaves my uncle still teasing me about it til now... I WAS young u know... =P) And I also remember getting to stay back there for a whole 2 months after SPM instead of coming back boring east coast... I had nothing to do there actually... but I still LOVED Segamat... And now, with HIM over there and me going back meant I get to see him... All the more I love that place! Double Whoopee!!!~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;And then the week after that, will be heading down to KL for my 21st birthday party with him, my cousins and my KL friends whom I missed so dearly! Gonna go catch up with them as soon as I set foot in KL... I miss my busy, happening life as a KL-lite...  =/ Still so not used to this small town life... le sigh... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Anyhoo... still got lotsa things to get ready for my birthday bash n the KL trip... haven really got everything together... Haven called everyone to inform them of the event and get their confirmation on going or not... Cousin haven helped me check out hotel rooms and get back to me... AND have to call up Collin in the next few weeks to try and help me with the club booking... I just hope everything will be done in time... and the people I invite DO actually turn up instead of giving me last minute news that they cant make it like last year... well, let's not go into sad places now, shall we? *think happy thoughts... pink cotton candy... fuzzy teddy bears... ponies...* ahh.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I guess that's all the update for now... will update soon... I hope... Til then, happy happy people! U know I love ya'll! Muakssss!~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12987948-112015854778454168?l=spiralynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/feeds/112015854778454168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12987948&amp;postID=112015854778454168&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/112015854778454168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/112015854778454168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/2005/07/stuck-in-rut.html' title='Stuck in a rut...'/><author><name>~*SpIraLyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5008/1124/1600/035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12987948.post-111997847992478238</id><published>2005-06-29T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T01:07:59.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Which Malaysian Blogger Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, Im too lazeeeee to blog an update... so here's a quizzie update for ya! Better than no update at all huh? Well... at least it goes to show u Im still alive... n bored! ;) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong style="FONT-SIZE: large"&gt;Congratulations Lynn, you are... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://myblogger.kennysia.com/ks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kenny Sia&lt;/strong&gt; of &lt;a href="http://kennysia.com"&gt;kennysia.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You have it all, or so you think. Big balls, big bird, big everything. Also a big heart and ever-ready big hug to give out to everybody who needs one. But you didn't know this. You're the one who need a hug the most. So hugs to you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://myblogger.kennysia.com"&gt;Which Malaysian Blogger Are You? &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12987948-111997847992478238?l=spiralynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/feeds/111997847992478238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12987948&amp;postID=111997847992478238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/111997847992478238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/111997847992478238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/2005/06/which-malaysian-blogger-are-you.html' title='Which Malaysian Blogger Are You?'/><author><name>~*SpIraLyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5008/1124/1600/035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12987948.post-111804595612129496</id><published>2005-06-06T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T16:38:54.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Okok... dun kill me... I know I haven been updating my blog for a while now... but not my fault! I cant online 24 hrs a day like I used to you know? So spare me ya? &lt;strong&gt;=)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Anyways, nothing much to update... just been staying at home all day and night... been really good you know? So long since I went out for pool, snooker, clubbing, yamcha, etc... I haven even smoked for almost a good three weeks! *&lt;em&gt;pets self on the back&lt;/em&gt;* Kinda miss it though... heh... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Anyhoo... updates... hmm... sis is coming back on &lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt; with a surprise for me... chatting with her now but she doesn't wanna let me know what the surprise is! Hmph... Torturing me til &lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;... sigh... Guess I have no choice but to wait... &lt;strong&gt;=(&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Might go down &lt;strong&gt;Kuantan&lt;/strong&gt; this weekend to do some filling for my teeth and then head over to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.olympia.edu.my"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olympia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt; to check out their courses there. Dun really wanna start their courses so soon... It's gonna start in 2 weeks or so! Im really not ready and have the confidence yet... besides, I dun wanna start so soon cos end of July I wanna head down to &lt;strong&gt;KL&lt;/strong&gt; to celebrate my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;21&lt;em&gt;st&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;birthday! I've already have something planned... so it'd suck to be ruined... Let's hope I can find the next intake... which is not too late... sigh... *&lt;em&gt;keeps fingers crossed&lt;/em&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Next &lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt; (not this coming one), parents will be going down to &lt;strong&gt;KL&lt;/strong&gt;... dad finally has the guts to take out the wiring holding his kneecaps together from the bad fall down the stairs that he had 2 yrs ago. He delayed the op for a good 1 yr now... I might go down with them. But possibly not also... cos mum says they won't be booking a hotel room while dad's in the medical center, so that means we'd hafta sleep on the chairs in the same room as my dad! Fits for 1 extra person (mum did that previously), but 2? I dun think so... so if they allow, I'd take the chance to go back to my hometown. At least I'd finally get to meet &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HIM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; again... it'd definitely do good for us. Tired of all the bickering over small matters we have every so often on the phone... sigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next update will be "&lt;strong&gt;Interview Me&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12987948-111804595612129496?l=spiralynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/feeds/111804595612129496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12987948&amp;postID=111804595612129496&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/111804595612129496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/111804595612129496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/2005/06/update.html' title='Update??'/><author><name>~*SpIraLyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5008/1124/1600/035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12987948.post-111714442573389938</id><published>2005-05-27T05:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T15:16:59.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skinny phase...</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;What's with skinny and the people nowadays? It's like, no matter where you are, if you see people, about 60% - 87% are skinny! TV, cinema or real life...&lt;strong&gt; SKINNY&lt;/strong&gt;! What happened to make skinny be "in fashion" now? What happened to the time when &lt;strong&gt;Marilyn Monroe&lt;/strong&gt; (aka &lt;strong&gt;curvy&lt;/strong&gt;) is in? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;I mean, eating healthy and staying on average size is good, isn't it? What makes the people go overboard with their diet? Why wanna be skin and bone (and &lt;strong&gt;boobless&lt;/strong&gt; and/or &lt;strong&gt;assless&lt;/strong&gt;, may I add?) rather than flesh and bone (with your assets to be proud of)? Is it the person's fault? Or is it the world that's turning everyone anorexic? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Diet pills, slimming products, slimming and shaping centres... all mushrooming and invading the market! With millions rushing out and willingly be swallowed up by the "thin fad". The shame. No one resolves in the healthy way of dieting or playing sports to sweat off the excess fat. Everyone's desperate to lose those kilos - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FAST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;I'm not one of those people, I'm proud to say. You people may think that I belong in the "non-skinny" group, or more direct, Im fat. But hell, I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;AM&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; thin. I used to be one fat babe a few years ago. Hell, I turned from this skinny chic into a fucking &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Godzilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in months! Binge-ing, snacking, etc etc... And then I got much too fat to fit into my clothes. I wore &lt;strong&gt;Levi's&lt;/strong&gt; size &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;29&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, for fuck's sake! Clothes of &lt;strong&gt;UK&lt;/strong&gt; sizes, I had to wear &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;M/8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for top and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M/10&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for bottom! [&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*insert space for you guys to imagine how fat ass I was 3 yrs ago*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;]. Then during summer break, I used up 2/3 of that time to lose those fats. How? Vigorous sessions of tennis, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EVERY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; evening &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;5 PM - 7.30 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;7.30 PM - 10.30 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, if at my hometown (unless raining). Eat less. Result? I lost &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8 kilos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 months&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. That's &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;kgs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; average per month! My &lt;strong&gt;Levi's&lt;/strong&gt; dropped from the gruesome &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; waistline to a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;26&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;UK&lt;/strong&gt; size : &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S/M&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for top, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8/10&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; bottom (My bottom is big. Fuck you!). Yes, all my "fat" clothes &lt;strong&gt;CANNOT&lt;/strong&gt; be worn anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Been staying around that weight for some years... did pack on a few pounds last year, but not to that extreme. Maybe 1-2 kilos. This year, however, I do not know why or how, but I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; another &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;3 kilos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. If I recall correctly, I ate just as I have been doing after my 8 kilo weight loss. Nothing's changed. Haven't been playing tennis for a few months now, though, cos I sprained my left ankle, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 times&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I can now fit snugly into a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Levi's size 25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (my Levi's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;em&gt;too loose&lt;/em&gt; for me). UK sizes, I now wear &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;XS (4)/S (6)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for top and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;S/6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for bottom (yes, my butt actually &lt;strong&gt;inflated&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;2 sizes&lt;/strong&gt; smaller in the 3 kilos weight loss). &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; achievement for me! But how it happened? I dunno... But what I can guarantee is I did not lose any, if not ALL, of those weight through any slimming aide whatsoever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Ok ok... you caught me... this entry has no purpose. I was just too fucking bored and felt like crapping something here... so I did. How many of you &lt;strong&gt;ACTUALLY&lt;/strong&gt; finished this whole entry? I salute you man... &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*insert applause*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Congrats... you actually learned what size of clothings I wear and how much kilos I lost though this entry. An easy way to get me clothings that fit me now eh? Go get 'em! I dun mind! &lt;strong&gt;=P&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[ P.S. Dun mind the bullet points... just that I dunno why my paragraphing does not show in this entry and I hate it all sticking together, so the only way to not let it stick is to bullet point them. Bear with me ya? =)]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12987948-111714442573389938?l=spiralynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/feeds/111714442573389938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12987948&amp;postID=111714442573389938&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/111714442573389938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/111714442573389938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/2005/05/skinny-phase.html' title='Skinny phase...'/><author><name>~*SpIraLyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5008/1124/1600/035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12987948.post-111705559399481711</id><published>2005-05-26T04:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T05:38:44.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet another sad day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Been back in &lt;strong&gt;KL&lt;/strong&gt; since &lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt; night... and I haven been outta my room since then! Except to go to the loo, bathroom and the convenience store, which is btw, inside the hostel grounds to buy my lunch-cum-dinner. That is all... Oh, I did go to &lt;strong&gt;Suk Ching&lt;/strong&gt;'s apartment today for dinner and then played some &lt;strong&gt;PC&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;games&lt;/strong&gt; and chat... does that count as going out? Cos her place is also the hostel... blehness... I'm just crapping... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Just finished crying... &lt;strong&gt;AGAIN!&lt;/strong&gt; Seriously, what's wrong with us that we cant even hold a proper conversation on the phone?! Face-to-face, we're fine. But on the phone, we're just like cats and dogs! Is it because he's too much of a &lt;strong&gt;MCP&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;ale &lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;hauvinistic &lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt;ig) who won't listen to what I (a girl) says? Is it that I'm much too sensitive and take hold of the little details when he talks, a little too personally? Or is it that we miss each other too much that being far from each other just makes things hard? I've heard and known of many friends who are in the same situation as I am now... the bickering in phone, but lovey-dovey face-to-face. Is there any way to solve this issue? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;We promised each other we'd change... in time... Can we do it? We have to... I'm getting sick and tired of shouting, misunderstandings, fightings and crying over trivial matters as such. I'm worried it will affect our relationship. That must not happen! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Aarghhh... I'm such a mess right now... My eyes have been swollen for a good &lt;strong&gt;3 days&lt;/strong&gt; now due to all those crying... Im pretty sure his eyes are swollen as well... sigh... What the hell happened to us? Why cant the "we", that's on the phone, be just as we are when we're next to each other? Civilised. Happy. Calm. No fights. Loving. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;This sux. This is fucking serious shit. This reeks. Bleh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:85%;"&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Things &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; need to do/change :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Control my temper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Be less sensitive towards small details&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Take things more lightly/Relax&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Sleep earlier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Think less&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Cry less&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; needs to do/change :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Listen to me; and &lt;strong&gt;DO&lt;/strong&gt; it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Be less of an &lt;strong&gt;MCP&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; accept that this is a new era. Everything is &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; about the &lt;strong&gt;MALE&lt;/strong&gt; species.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Take things more lightly/Relax&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Procrastinate less&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Think more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Cry less&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;That's all I can think off for now... will add if I think of any more... Bad bad mood... So depressing... so not at ease now... Feeling restless... so&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BLUE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12987948-111705559399481711?l=spiralynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/feeds/111705559399481711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12987948&amp;postID=111705559399481711&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/111705559399481711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/111705559399481711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/2005/05/yet-another-sad-day.html' title='Yet another sad day...'/><author><name>~*SpIraLyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5008/1124/1600/035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12987948.post-111653925460349835</id><published>2005-05-20T05:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T06:02:04.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Meg // Boring...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;HAPPY 22nd BIRTHDAY &lt;a href="http://goddessmargie.blogspot.com"&gt;MARGIE&lt;/a&gt;!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Stay a hottie always ya? You know I love you darling... Safe trip down &lt;strong&gt;Kajang&lt;/strong&gt;, dun party too hard like &lt;strong&gt;LAST&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;SATURDAY&lt;/strong&gt; @ &lt;a href="http://kyspeaks.blogspot.com"&gt;KY&lt;/a&gt;'s... *&lt;em&gt;lol&lt;/em&gt;* and will call you when Im down in KL next week so we can meet up ya? Miss you loads...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Webdings;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;In &lt;strong&gt;12&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;hrs&lt;/strong&gt; time, I'll carrying a superbfuckingly heavy bag, taking the &lt;strong&gt;LRT&lt;/strong&gt; and then &lt;strong&gt;Monorail&lt;/strong&gt; to &lt;strong&gt;KL&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Sg&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Wang&lt;/strong&gt; area to wait for my sis to get off work and then we'd be hanging around there, have dinner before going to &lt;strong&gt;Pudu&lt;/strong&gt; to wait for our bus back to hometown. Ride's at &lt;strong&gt;8.30 PM&lt;/strong&gt; and will reach destination zero at about &lt;strong&gt;1130 PM&lt;/strong&gt;. So so wanna see my &lt;em&gt;babyboy&lt;/em&gt; straight after reaching hometown tomorrow... but I think that's impossible... so... sigh... I'd be so happy if I can go out with him everyday that I'm there... *&lt;em&gt;keeps fingers crossed&lt;/em&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;I hate travelling or walking all by myself... even if it's a short distance... it's sooooo boring, and lonely... As most people know, I'm a &lt;em&gt;motormouth&lt;/em&gt; and cant shut my mouth, except when I sleep... so travelling and eating alone is a big &lt;strong&gt;NO&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;NO&lt;/strong&gt; for me! I feel Aso out of place, so pathetic, so... &lt;em&gt;LAME&lt;/em&gt;! I dun wanna be a &lt;strong&gt;LAMERS&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;em&gt;Blueksss&lt;/em&gt;... &lt;strong&gt;&gt;_&lt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyhoo... I suspect my &lt;strong&gt;PC&lt;/strong&gt;'s invaded by many many spywares... and possibly virus also... hmm... wonder which website me/my roomie/housemates visited to make my &lt;strong&gt;PC&lt;/strong&gt; "&lt;em&gt;sick&lt;/em&gt;"... sigh... gotta reformat it &lt;strong&gt;ASAP&lt;/strong&gt; cos I cannot go on with surfing the 'net halfway and then my pages either becomes "&lt;em&gt;not responding&lt;/em&gt;", automatically shuts itself or with adverts keep popping up by itself over and over again... it's so fucking annoying &lt;strong&gt;AND&lt;/strong&gt; I simply cannot do my work like that! &lt;em&gt;*&amp;^%$ fishbones + *&amp;amp;^%$@# more fishbones&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Happy news on the other hand, I finally bought that cap! From the day I set my eyes on it (&lt;strong&gt;Tue&lt;/strong&gt; night) in that shop in &lt;strong&gt;AC&lt;/strong&gt;, I immediately fell in love with it and have been dreaming day and night about it. Finally, today's the official date for the opening of that shop and &lt;em&gt;I WENT TO GET IT&lt;/em&gt;! Set it on reserve with &lt;strong&gt;Jason&lt;/strong&gt; so no other people will &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;steal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; it from me! Ye-ay! *&lt;strong&gt;Thanks Jason/Oliver/Kok Ann&lt;/strong&gt;!* Will post a pic of it &lt;strong&gt;IF&lt;/strong&gt; I can transfer it from my cammie phone to someone's laptop and then to my &lt;strong&gt;PC&lt;/strong&gt; cos it doesn't have a fucking &lt;strong&gt;IR&lt;/strong&gt;... &lt;strong&gt;=/&lt;/strong&gt; Oh well, the price to pay for choosing a &lt;strong&gt;PC&lt;/strong&gt; over a laptop... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AGAIN&lt;/strong&gt;... does &lt;strong&gt;ANYONE&lt;/strong&gt; know how to transfer old blog entries over here to my blogspot??? My old blog allows us to make backup for all our entries... it's in a&lt;strong&gt; URL&lt;/strong&gt; everything... so... &lt;strong&gt;ANYONE&lt;/strong&gt;? Help? Pls? Damsel in distress? Pity the lamebrain here &lt;strong&gt;CAN&lt;/strong&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12987948-111653925460349835?l=spiralynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/feeds/111653925460349835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12987948&amp;postID=111653925460349835&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/111653925460349835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/111653925460349835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/2005/05/happy-birthday-meg-boring.html' title='Happy Birthday Meg // Boring...'/><author><name>~*SpIraLyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5008/1124/1600/035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12987948.post-111644886211030469</id><published>2005-05-19T04:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T05:48:19.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Verdict // Help!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ahh... mum called like around 8+ pm just now... woke me up from sleep... I got my answers :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I cannot stay back in hometown for the week before I come back to KL... no, the parents want me to be back at HOME with them instead... sobsob... boring old place... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Parents insist I do NOT work first, insist I stay at home for the time being and have my "rest"... probably in the hope of me changing my mind during that period... sigh sigh sigh... All I wanna do now is work and earn my own spending $$... and being able to give some to my parents, is the best thing ever... though it won't be much, but still... it's worth something, no? Besides, they aren't like depending on my income to go thru everyday... its just to show my filiality to them... but they dun wan me to work... so I guess my only choice now is rot at home... if it's in hometown, still okay... at least I have friends and relatives to go yamcha and talk to... at home, none of my friends are back! Sienz... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Anyways, does anyone knows how to transfer old blog entries from another blogging server to blogspot? Besides that, I wanna add a tagboard at the sidebar... Also, how come some of my links on the right are able to be clicked on, but some are not? So not fucking used to blogspot la... sigh... HELP! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12987948-111644886211030469?l=spiralynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/feeds/111644886211030469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12987948&amp;postID=111644886211030469&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/111644886211030469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/111644886211030469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/2005/05/verdict-help.html' title='Verdict // Help!'/><author><name>~*SpIraLyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5008/1124/1600/035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12987948.post-111639662451921930</id><published>2005-05-18T05:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T05:02:28.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahh. Finally.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesh... finally found a new home for meself. My own sanctuary. My own space again. (Dam lazy to explain again, so if you've read my last post in my "old" home, which I have no interest in naming, you'd know what Im talking about and why I chose to flee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyhoo, enough talk cock about evil biatches that don't matter, ya? Let's blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Going back hometown on &lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;... best part : No need to take the stinking bus! Cousin just called from the office and verdict is, her dad's gonna come down to pick us up! *&lt;em&gt;do the &lt;strong&gt;Macarena&lt;/strong&gt; to celebrate&lt;/em&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;w00t~&lt;/strong&gt; Cousin's wedding is on &lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt; and will be going back on &lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;! I know it's not &lt;em&gt;MY&lt;/em&gt; wedding, but I'm still excited! This will be the 2nd wedding of cousins (mum's side) that I'll be attending, so it's happy, happy, HAPPY! Now, finally, a reason to dress up, a reason to put on make up and nice accessories, a reason for everything! =P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Besides that, finally get to see &lt;em&gt;babyboy&lt;/em&gt; again after so long. So many things had happened between us. Things that would break us, affect us - bad. But we're &lt;strong&gt;still&lt;/strong&gt; together. That's gotta mean something! Though we cant see each other often, but in time, I know everything that fell out of place will stick back together again. Everything will be alright again. *&lt;em&gt;Keeps fingers crossed&lt;/em&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thought of staying back in hometown for another week or so (&lt;strong&gt;HOPE&lt;/strong&gt; my parents allow me to) before coming down to meet up with my parents the next weekend and then pack up my stuff... I don't even know where to begin my packing up! Aarghhhh!!! Help! *&lt;em&gt;runs&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;around&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;frantically&lt;/em&gt;* You'd think that in 21 years of my life so far, having moved to&lt;em&gt; four&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; (4)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;states&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;em&gt;seven&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; (7)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;houses&lt;/strong&gt; would have given me the skills to pack things up to move, or at least where to begin, what to throw, etc... but &lt;strong&gt;NO&lt;/strong&gt;, I learned &lt;strong&gt;NOTHING&lt;/strong&gt;. Nil. Nada. *&lt;em&gt;smacks&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;own&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;head&lt;/em&gt;* Think think think... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sigh&lt;/em&gt;... where do I go work? I would want to either work in hometown or in &lt;strong&gt;KL&lt;/strong&gt;... job opportunities and varieties would be more in &lt;strong&gt;KL&lt;/strong&gt;. The pay is much better here than in small places like where Im from. &lt;strong&gt;AND&lt;/strong&gt; most, if not all, of my friends are in &lt;strong&gt;KL&lt;/strong&gt; anyways, so working here would be like killing two birds with one stone. &lt;strong&gt;BUT&lt;/strong&gt; I also wanna work in hometown... cos &lt;em&gt;babyboy&lt;/em&gt; is there, and having been so far apart from him and not being able to see each other as often as possible, has pretty much gotten to us. The number of times we both broke down and cried. The number of times we argued cos of the distance. The number of times for this, for that... I cannot remember. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/~posh_devil/"&gt;Audz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; has asked me to find a job in &lt;strong&gt;KL&lt;/strong&gt;, so we can still meet up... but I dunno... how bad can it be that you wanna work in two places cos the two best things in ur life are in &lt;strong&gt;two&lt;/strong&gt; different places, states? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Working in&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;KL :&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Friends are here,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;but &lt;em&gt;babyboy&lt;/em&gt; is not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Gotta find a place of convenience (to go to work &amp; near friends &amp;amp; food) to stay, that is of reasonable price&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Higher wages&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Can go back on most weekends, so get to see &lt;em&gt;babyboy&lt;/em&gt; at least on weekends. (is that enough?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Working in hometown :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Babyboy&lt;/em&gt; is there,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;friends are not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;No hassle of finding room to rent, place to eat, etc...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;but finding work here may be problem itself... where can I work?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lower income&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Get to see &lt;em&gt;babyboy&lt;/em&gt; almost everyday throughout the week!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sigh...&lt;/em&gt; I gues the choice is not really mine to make. Gotta discuss with my parents still and the final decision is still theirs. I guess Im still fine with them deciding either hometown or &lt;strong&gt;KL&lt;/strong&gt;, but I really hope they do &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; decide on the place we're staying at now! Blueksss~! &lt;strong&gt;&gt;_&lt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;DO&lt;/strong&gt; have to start finding work &lt;strong&gt;ASAP&lt;/strong&gt; if I wanna have enough savings for my &lt;strong&gt;21st birthday&lt;/strong&gt; celebration, which is at the end of &lt;strong&gt;July&lt;/strong&gt;. I wanna make it big, big, &lt;strong&gt;BIG!&lt;/strong&gt; Dilemma wei...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12987948-111639662451921930?l=spiralynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/feeds/111639662451921930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12987948&amp;postID=111639662451921930&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/111639662451921930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12987948/posts/default/111639662451921930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spiralynn.blogspot.com/2005/05/ahh-finally.html' title='Ahh. Finally.'/><author><name>~*SpIraLyNn</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5008/1124/1600/035.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
