<?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-23350365</id><updated>2011-08-06T02:30:08.507+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CupiD</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>312</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-7182199212300546388</id><published>2009-09-26T23:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T23:22:50.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/Sr4xcrM0FiI/AAAAAAAAAwI/p2FGLCHgOcY/s1600-h/crazy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/Sr4xcrM0FiI/AAAAAAAAAwI/p2FGLCHgOcY/s320/crazy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385796573084259874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333FF;"&gt;Okay fcuk. Now that blogger's okay, I have one problem. Which one should I keep O.o, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alamak!!!! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23350365-7182199212300546388?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/7182199212300546388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=7182199212300546388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/7182199212300546388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/7182199212300546388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2009/09/okay-fcuk.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/Sr4xcrM0FiI/AAAAAAAAAwI/p2FGLCHgOcY/s72-c/crazy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-6396909151087280221</id><published>2009-09-13T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T10:17:19.132+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It sucks to still have my blogger down -_-". Its like im jumping from onsugar to tumblr to blogger to onsugar to tumblr to blogger. Buhhhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23350365-6396909151087280221?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/6396909151087280221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=6396909151087280221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/6396909151087280221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/6396909151087280221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2009/09/it-sucks-to-still-have-my-blogger-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-6914228988186248239</id><published>2009-09-04T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T11:40:18.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Beloved Bernoullians!! Hehehehe trying my best to upload the pics. Once they're done I'll upload them right here ookay :D If not then they'll be at facebook. So far I've only managed with 3 pics -_-"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23350365-6914228988186248239?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/6914228988186248239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=6914228988186248239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/6914228988186248239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/6914228988186248239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2009/09/beloved-bernoullians-hehehehe-trying-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-1291830439528615337</id><published>2009-09-01T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T19:14:34.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just want to say that Blogger for me is really sucking -_-" So i'll be entertaining my onsugar and tumblr more often.. bleaaahhhhh~ :D But im still gonna use Blogger, just when it gets better and stop showing only a white page and a text box :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23350365-1291830439528615337?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/1291830439528615337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=1291830439528615337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/1291830439528615337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/1291830439528615337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-want-to-say-that-blogger-for-me-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-4101011947329635759</id><published>2009-08-18T00:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T00:56:59.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SomHWZDFaDI/AAAAAAAAAv4/6_5ZMNC3c5M/s1600-h/CIMG3293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SomHWZDFaDI/AAAAAAAAAv4/6_5ZMNC3c5M/s320/CIMG3293.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370972849366722610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Panic 0_0"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SomHWEjskxI/AAAAAAAAAvw/ZSFn1vfX9vc/s1600-h/CIMG3300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SomHWEjskxI/AAAAAAAAAvw/ZSFn1vfX9vc/s320/CIMG3300.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370972843866362642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We were the only few that made so much noise -_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SomHVUV7hNI/AAAAAAAAAvo/07ZfmwNSyMs/s1600-h/CIMG3290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SomHVUV7hNI/AAAAAAAAAvo/07ZfmwNSyMs/s320/CIMG3290.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370972830923719890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';color:#663366;"&gt;Oookay so blog's getting pretty dusty now. So saturday and sunday was Band slam competition at bugis and as you can see there we are. Credits to sha for the little pictures here and there and as usual, lazy laaazzzyy me to upload all of them. So we got through to the finals on Sunday but but buuuttt we got 5th place in overall. Heylooo?? There were AWESOME BANDS like Kingpin and Hellven and also unique bands like the one that won 2nd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#663366;"&gt;Hellven's really talented guitarist played Afiq's guitar, their drummer also used Fendi's drumsticks AND MOST IMPORTANTLY;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;KingPin's/COMIC STRIP'S KEYBOARDIST PLAYED ON MY DUSTY KEYBOARD ON SATURDAY :DDDDDDDD I tell you. I am such a fan. Im a really really reaaaalllyyyy big fan. I've never seen someone's fingers danced like how his did on the keyboards. I mean I have but not someone like him. Not saying that there's something wrong with the dude cause there's absolutely nothing wrong with him at all. Not to mention that he's kinda cute ^_^ plus even cuter while he plays the keyboard. You know his face, just so adorable. Okay besides that point. I had no idea that he was that good. And getting to see it first hand??! It was awesome. Im seriously a HUGE-MONGOUS FAN of him now. Cause you see I am so attracted to his talent. He's like so humble and talented. Okay im gonna stop blabbering about him now. Ouh and the entire band? They were AWESOME!!!! But I personally thought that their keyboardist was SO MUCH MORE awesome *ginning away*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Yeah so it was an incredible experience for the band :] We got m&amp;amp;m's and free pictures and the best part, TICKETS to Band slam's gala premiere ^^ Alright that's all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#663366;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;I still think that the Keyboardist is awesome ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;anddd im getting all freakishly fanatic over this keyboard guy;&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/23350365-4101011947329635759?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/4101011947329635759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=4101011947329635759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/4101011947329635759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/4101011947329635759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2009/08/panic-00-we-were-only-few-that-made-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SomHWZDFaDI/AAAAAAAAAv4/6_5ZMNC3c5M/s72-c/CIMG3293.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-937963981418784527</id><published>2009-08-04T00:34:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T01:17:07.984+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SncWlDkegRI/AAAAAAAAAvY/ex4wisjgEhw/s1600-h/5889_137656895588_548430588_3678068_1222615_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SncWD4tfyDI/AAAAAAAAAvA/ouZjmYSrDEQ/s320/5889_137656790588_548430588_3678051_6622894_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365781737053866034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SncU2QLmHzI/AAAAAAAAAu4/HS3DCIpEdF4/s1600-h/CIMG3226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SncU2QLmHzI/AAAAAAAAAu4/HS3DCIpEdF4/s320/CIMG3226.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365780403324329778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SncU2GwlrUI/AAAAAAAAAuw/eS2r1HRains/s1600-h/CIMG3267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SncU2GwlrUI/AAAAAAAAAuw/eS2r1HRains/s320/CIMG3267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365780400795135298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Okay So lemme start with saturday's outing with W16K. IT WAS AWEEESSOOOMMMMEEE!! Why? Lemme tell you why. Cause firstly we went to eat at Peter's dad restraunt and the food was DELICIOUS! And when we arrived at east coast, we also did even MORE eating! So tell me why my saturday with my lovely classmates aint awesome? HMMM??!! Okay so let me just say that everything wasnt actually going according to plan since we actually had a schedule to abide by. But in the end, we scrap the agenda and make things go our way :D So lunch and then EAST COAST! Ouh yeah because I stupidly went into the water with my contacts on, my eyeliner obviously got washed away and unfortunately most of it got washed into my contacts -_-" Now I have &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"&gt;brown&lt;/span&gt; + &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt; + &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt; contacts. I had no idea how this happen, even so my eyeliner is &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;black&lt;/span&gt;! How could all this colours had come out instead? Weird huh. So yeah and then at night we had a really big talk with one another. I LOVE VLORA! Hahaha. Thats all for saturday. I must say it was really awesome to just spend an entire day with W16K. THOUGH I MUST ALSO SAY THAT I AM YET BEING BULLIED BY THEM LIKE ALLLLL THE TIME 0_0. No suprise. Everywhere, I am the target. It'll be such a shame though that we will all be changing classes in less then a months time :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;SENTOSA!!!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SncUGjlGe4I/AAAAAAAAAuo/S4sZXvM6Xq0/s1600-h/CIMG3209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SncUGjlGe4I/AAAAAAAAAuo/S4sZXvM6Xq0/s320/CIMG3209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365779583897860994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SncUGOqhqKI/AAAAAAAAAug/Gh0dlL12q48/s1600-h/CIMG3207-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SncUGOqhqKI/AAAAAAAAAug/Gh0dlL12q48/s320/CIMG3207-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365779578283468962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SncSg0-mvaI/AAAAAAAAAuY/e2sqCnC4HQY/s1600-h/CIMG3217-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 277px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SncSg0-mvaI/AAAAAAAAAuY/e2sqCnC4HQY/s320/CIMG3217-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365777836221578658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SncSgdkR26I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/zFBKZwFaA_Y/s1600-h/CIMG3215-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SncSgdkR26I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/zFBKZwFaA_Y/s320/CIMG3215-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365777829937142690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SncSf7k1aVI/AAAAAAAAAuI/sHNwGmIwt6U/s1600-h/CIMG3211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SncSf7k1aVI/AAAAAAAAAuI/sHNwGmIwt6U/s320/CIMG3211.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365777820812667218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SncSgdkR26I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/zFBKZwFaA_Y/s1600-h/CIMG3215-1.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Soooooooo. Guess what?! On Friday........ Me and Sha took &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;the cable car and the sky ride and the LUGEEE!!!&lt;/span&gt; Hehehehehe ^^ At sentosa of course. FYI, this was all a totally last minute thing. Cause I was suppose to be working, but my work got cancelled. So THERE WE ARE!! SENTOSAAAA!!! MUAHAHAHAHAH. The Luge I must say was extremely AWESOME! (Okay there are so many AWESOME's in my post today -_-) Yeah im sure those of you whom had taken it would say the same thing :D So yeah after that walked around vivo and we went home. The funniest part about the whole thing was that it was ABSOLUTELY UNPLANNED and we had an extremely good time. So it goes to show that when you do things unplanned, IT GOES WELL! Bahhh! Would you look at that. Alright thats all. See ya :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23350365-937963981418784527?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/937963981418784527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=937963981418784527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/937963981418784527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/937963981418784527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2009/08/okay-so-lemme-start-with-saturdays.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SncWlDkegRI/AAAAAAAAAvY/ex4wisjgEhw/s72-c/5889_137656895588_548430588_3678068_1222615_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-6040078712411802451</id><published>2009-07-29T08:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T08:54:04.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay blogger sucks. No wonder people have been opting for onsugar or twitter or tumbler or whatever else. Okay ewww. This is only a format that you use when you want to write an essay or a resume. Not when you're updating your blog. What The Fuck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buhhh -_-&lt;br /&gt;I seriously am too lazy to go to school already.&lt;br /&gt;Havent ya figure that out?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23350365-6040078712411802451?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/6040078712411802451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=6040078712411802451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/6040078712411802451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/6040078712411802451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2009/07/okay-blogger-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-1278527684311854571</id><published>2009-07-20T02:07:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T02:34:26.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SmNioaih_QI/AAAAAAAAAtw/jYttEncltAE/s1600-h/5251_133475165029_754160029_3615368_1425954_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SmNioaih_QI/AAAAAAAAAtw/jYttEncltAE/s320/5251_133475165029_754160029_3615368_1425954_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360236427959467266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SmNiY1KYspI/AAAAAAAAAtg/OV-CstnQG6g/s1600-h/5251_133475365029_754160029_3615401_6933047_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SmNiY1KYspI/AAAAAAAAAtg/OV-CstnQG6g/s320/5251_133475365029_754160029_3615401_6933047_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360236160228045458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Last Minute Heroes;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;First and foremost; A big thanks to Fi for taking a decent picture of the band. Hahah and thanks for coming down to the first set at Sentosa even though you were on your own. Thank you thank you :D AND sorry Afiq, your face dont have. Whats here is only your cap, your guitar and your pants. I dont even WANT to mention about the set at Sentosa. BUT I would like to say that the one at Tapestry's gig was AWESSSOMMEEE!! Muahahahah. The crowd, the atmosphere, the peeps that came, the strangers that stood to watch us, the overall peformance of the Band; Oh my god all I have to say is, A.W.E.S.O.M.E! ^^ Yeah okay fine I have to admit that I was abit off during the first 2 songs because my head was thinking of my LOST WALLET! (Which was then found :D Alhamdullilah) But I must say, seeing everything I figured I owed the band at least my best. Which I think wasnt. But but butttttt! It was still AWESOME! HAHAHAH. I would say, Perfect. Thanks to all who came :D Do come and check us out. Hahah anywhere when we have our next performance. Ehehehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;The next day itself was APRIL CALL'S GIG!!!! WoooOOooooO~!!!! Hahahah. As usual they delivered a spectacular performance. AWESOME!! Okay whats me and this word "awesome" -_- I have to stop. And and AND Farhan today was a total duplicate of Ronnie Winter! Hohoho. Noiiiiccceee Job dude. And the whole band as well :D Imma big BIG fan. Well done guys. And yeah I love the new songs. Btw if you havent checked them out yet, here's their myspace. http://www.myspace.com/aprilcalls. Okay here I am promoting other people's band and my band??? Hahahah. Nevermind, I love both bands very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Last Minute Heroes&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;April Calls&lt;/span&gt;; It doesnt get any better then this two ^^&lt;br /&gt;OH OH! And VACANT AFFAAAIIRRRR. Ouh yeaaaaaahhh~ Ignite! Can't Wait :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23350365-1278527684311854571?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/1278527684311854571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=1278527684311854571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/1278527684311854571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/1278527684311854571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2009/07/last-minute-heroes-first-and-foremost.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SmNioaih_QI/AAAAAAAAAtw/jYttEncltAE/s72-c/5251_133475165029_754160029_3615368_1425954_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-157410708104672178</id><published>2009-07-17T04:52:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T06:59:08.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/Sl-i0xr8JXI/AAAAAAAAAtI/5ubimKza7yY/s1600-h/cupcake__by_ultrafemme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/Sl-i0xr8JXI/AAAAAAAAAtI/5ubimKza7yY/s320/cupcake__by_ultrafemme.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359181109168711026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Ohohoo! What do we have hereee ^^, a CUPCAKE! Yeah okay its seems so weird for me to be blogging about this scrumptuos looking cupcake. Well simply because its 5.58 am and I didnt manage to get any sleep at all -_-" Yes and I spent the whole night up craving for THIS! So yeah, I dont think that this is odd at all. Okay on with the cupcake. Eheheh. Alright fine, enough about the cupcake BUT all I want to say that if someone were to catch me in an extremely bad mood, YA KNOW WHAT TO DO! Hahahah; in case you're too slow to catch on, what I meant was. GET ME THE CUPCAKE ASSHOLE!! Fuuuhhhh. Okay :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now now now. Lets seeeeeeee. Its 6.12 now and im downstairs in my dining room drinking coffee and chatting with the my other fat half. Hahahah no offence Sha. We have to be proud that we are fat people. Okay fine, we are not fat. Just that we eat a lot. And I really DO mean A LOT. So generally we just give in to the term fat. We are just fat friends that love each other. In fatness or in skinnyness, well either ways. OOooookay why the hell am I blabbering about fat and stuff. Must be either the lack of sleep ORrrrr the Coffee :D OUH YEAH one thing;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Do come down to Sentosa siloso beach (I think, hahah) at ard 2pm to catch a REMARKABLE BAND!!! Ehehehe. This band is called Last Minute Heroes. And I tell you they are just AWEEESSSOOOMMEEE. Okay and the second gig is at Takashimaya, Ngee Ann City; The Tapestry Event. Yeah so their Slot for that one will be at around 8pm. In case you're wondering what kinda music genre are they? Well you gotta come down and check it out for yourselves Ey ^^ I'll try to grab hold of a poster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;All I can say is that you can definitely skank and rock to their tunes. So yeah! Do come down. OUH! hahaha both events are happening on this Saturday. Hah okay I almost forgot to tell the date -_-" Bummer. Ouh yeah check out their Keyboardist, SHES NOT BAD. Not the hottie hottieee kinda attractive but erm shes AWESSSOMMEEE. Hahahah 0_0. Okay fine. (praising is sort of healthy ^^)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23350365-157410708104672178?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/157410708104672178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=157410708104672178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/157410708104672178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/157410708104672178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2009/07/ohohoo-what-do-we-have-hereee-cupcake.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/Sl-i0xr8JXI/AAAAAAAAAtI/5ubimKza7yY/s72-c/cupcake__by_ultrafemme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-5864036083887479599</id><published>2009-07-16T02:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T03:00:12.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Hello all. Guess I wont be sleeping again today. The most I would do is erm lie around in bed and wait till its 6 plus and then start getting ready to go to a school WHICH I dread going too. Funny thing though, I thought Teck Whye was the only one which had bad management but hey; I was wrong. Turns out, it has a FRIEND! Yesssssss it does. I had no idea that an "IT" would want to have &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;friends as well. Hahaha guess us human beings arent the only one who wants to have companies. Okay you guys probably have no idea what the hell I am talking about. Well let me just hand it to ya, this other thing that I'm referring to is non-other then this beloved H1N1 infested infrastructure. Yeah so this is as far as I will describe cause okay lets face it, besides its BAD BAD management; the school actually has some nice qualities about it :] Im sorry, but I just have issues with school managements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Okay so I realise that Im mostly complaining all the time here. Hahaha what the hell. I can complain all I want cause no one actually cares here. Wait, actually it doesnt make any difference. Cause even when I say it out loud, NO ONE hears me -_-" Yeah so im practically invisible. Bwahahaha. Sad aint it? When I talk but no one listens? But funny thing is that when they talk ALL THEY WANT IS FOR ME TO LISTEN TO THEM. Fucking asses I tell ya. But hey! What the hell right, im not someone who has done anything big for anyone. All I do is sit and laugh the hell out of me. Laugh and laugh as much as I want for all I care. That's all I do, nothing much actually. Hmmmm, come to think o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;f it, I think my life is so darn easy. Laugh. Aint that sweet, HMMM?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/Sl4mlyipgvI/AAAAAAAAAs4/qxH0kK5y8Fc/s1600-h/Haji_Lane_by_bforbernice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/Sl4mlyipgvI/AAAAAAAAAs4/qxH0kK5y8Fc/s320/Haji_Lane_by_bforbernice.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358763037281583858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Haji Lane, remarkable place indeed. But sadly its generations have been tainted by another generation which only seem to care about NOTHING but itself. Okay not the entire generation does it, only a fcuked up bunch of assholes; not much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23350365-5864036083887479599?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/5864036083887479599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=5864036083887479599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/5864036083887479599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/5864036083887479599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2009/07/hello-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/Sl4mlyipgvI/AAAAAAAAAs4/qxH0kK5y8Fc/s72-c/Haji_Lane_by_bforbernice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-3166954681648538884</id><published>2009-07-12T03:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T03:27:14.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;First and foremoooosssst :D Replies to all the overdued tags since like forever. Mahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;To April Calls: Since when have I not listened to your songs hmmm?? hahah cant wait for ya gig!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;To Fik: Heheh yes I am, yeap. 5 hari aku kene lock dlm bilik :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;To Mira: Muahaha thx and im glad as hell to be okay :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;To Balqis: Yeah la!! But saw you already ehhhh! Hehehe. Im doing just fine thanks :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;To Kak Fila: Heyloooo! Thank you and im fine now thanks :D lanavatania blah blah blah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;To Yati: Baybehh I am well :D hahaha but thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;To D.H: Sure no prob ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;To Kak Ris: HAHAH!! Tau pon!! Irritating but klaka punyer swabber. Muahahah see yaa soooon ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;To Mira: Hahahaha tu la. Like finally :DDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;To Sis Em: Hahah yeah la you always forget oneee. hahaha! Confirm if you were there with me confirm ppl will have to come and do CPR on us cause will suffocate from laughing too much. MUahahah. Oooh! And thanks ^_^ I miss you la bff!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;To Kak Fila: RELINKED!!! ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;To fik!: Anda telah di-linked!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;To meeerah: heylo baybehhh! Hahah nice to hear from you ^_^ Hahahahah i knowww! So god damn hillarious right. You should have seen his expression. CLASSIC!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay note to self; Next time reply to tags as soon as they are posted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23350365-3166954681648538884?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/3166954681648538884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=3166954681648538884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/3166954681648538884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/3166954681648538884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2009/07/first-and-foremoooosssst-d-replies-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-1287005938650687288</id><published>2009-07-11T01:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T02:01:18.294+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/Sld24lmhjcI/AAAAAAAAAso/4T5BP6Jk0LM/s1600-h/Beware_of_the_Swine_Flu_by_DERSCHNELEOPARD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356880996318940610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/Sld24lmhjcI/AAAAAAAAAso/4T5BP6Jk0LM/s320/Beware_of_the_Swine_Flu_by_DERSCHNELEOPARD.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;This stupid mother fucking h1n1 influenza is really getting on my last nerve. It is literally squeezing the life out of me -_-" The headaches are getting back, the diarrhoea is going out of control and the fever is hitting 40 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I skipped school today and for that i didnt took my Science UT. All because to risk any further infections to myself and of course to constraint the h1n1 if it is true that the test turns out positive yet again. Just when I thought I wouldnt get warded again. Fuck those fucking filthy pigs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,51)"&gt;ooo and tags will be replied soon :]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23350365-1287005938650687288?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/1287005938650687288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=1287005938650687288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/1287005938650687288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/1287005938650687288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-stupid-mother-fucking-h1n1.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/Sld24lmhjcI/AAAAAAAAAso/4T5BP6Jk0LM/s72-c/Beware_of_the_Swine_Flu_by_DERSCHNELEOPARD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-2901526358778684804</id><published>2009-06-29T01:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T02:01:19.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SketUsNC0PI/AAAAAAAAAsY/y8XxhNomi4c/s1600-h/DSC00011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SketUsNC0PI/AAAAAAAAAsY/y8XxhNomi4c/s320/DSC00011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352437253127983346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SketUawPSYI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/LGTFQYE3zy0/s1600-h/DSC00010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SketUawPSYI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/LGTFQYE3zy0/s320/DSC00010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352437248443763074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Heyloooooo lovely poeple who are &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;the hospital people!!! Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So so, if you've heard I've been a patient at Alexandra Hospital for 3 freaking days because I was tested positive for the stupid H1N1 "babi" thing. So yeah I was at home sleeping when the doctor called and said, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Lyn Hanis, Im sorry but your test has shown that you are a positive H1N1 patient. Please call 993 and get yourself to a hospital as soon as possible and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;avoid contact with anyone." &lt;/span&gt;And I was like, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;"huh ouh okay."&lt;/span&gt; Inside I was already, ouh shit all the needles and tests. Oh my god. So called 993 and they said, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Okay Miss the ambulance will arrive in TWO HOURS time"&lt;/span&gt;. Think about out if I had heart attack at that moment I would have died already waiting for them to arrive within 2 freaking hours -_-. So I packed my stuff and waited patiently for the dumb people in the dress robes to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Finally when they arrived, I was brought over to Alexandra Hospital where I had to go through &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;MILLIONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of tests and had to answer &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;TONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of questions. Buhhhh. Do you want to know the funny part? Hahaha okay so when I was escorted from the waiting room to my ward, I had like this one guy about 2 Meters infront of me like "shooing" people away very &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;VIOLENTLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and this other dude behind me like mopping away my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FOOTSTEPS&lt;/span&gt;! Im sorry la okay I know its for precautions but come on! Mopping away my footsteps???!!! Hahahah hillarious okay. Okay so when I was already warded, the doctor that came in to see me asked one &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;VERY STUPID&lt;/span&gt; question. Seriously I think that no one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; can get any dumber that this dude. So he came in with his robes and masks and said, "Okay dear whats wrong with you today?". Fuck if I can give a lamer face I would okay -_______-". I think he deserves more than that face. I wonder how he got his doctor's degree anyway. Then next the "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SWABBER&lt;/span&gt;" came in. You know how she's dressed?? She was in full robe with the mask and gloves &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;AND AN OXYGEN TANK! HELLO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?? Like the air I was breathing was damn polluted like that. Fuck man. Hahahah. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ooookay so my only source of entertainment was a TV with only 5 Channels. And the saddest part was that there was this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HUGE&lt;/span&gt; window that occupies an entire wall which was covered with tinted wallpaper. I mean the depressing part of it all was that I could see clearly outside and there were like these Trees dancing graciously with the lovely breeze and I cant even open the window to join in -_- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt; there was this small tear in the wallpaper and every morning I wake up I see this tiny sunlight passing through and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THAT &lt;/span&gt;was all I can get! Erggghhh! Being separated from Allah's pleasures is seriously heartbreaking. Although it was 3 days, it seriously felt like 3 weeks. So sad I tell ya. When I was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FINALLY&lt;/span&gt; discharged, I couldnt be happier to step outside for the first time after 3 days and feel the sun and the breeeze :D Omg, heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; I tell ya. Hey I might sound totally over dramatic here but let me tell you when you're stuck inside a room with only you in it and not being able to have contact with the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OUTSIDE&lt;/span&gt;, it can do things to ya. Hahahah &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TRUST&lt;/span&gt; me. If I had to stay there for 3 weeks I think that I'd be going to another kind of hospital after this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SketU-bUT6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/dmBpyep3blM/s1600-h/Picture0028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SketU-bUT6I/AAAAAAAAAsg/dmBpyep3blM/s320/Picture0028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352437258019688354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So now Im already home. Safe and sound. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;No more a H1N1 person :D&lt;br /&gt;But im still being quarantined -_-"&lt;br /&gt;I am so gonna watch transforemers tomorrow. MUAHAHAHAHA! I dont &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CARE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weehehehe. Let me tell you what I miss;&lt;br /&gt;I miss being woken up by the zooming cars in the weeee afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;I miss being put to sleep by the radio :D&lt;br /&gt;I miss my FOOD! All those food oh my god torture&lt;br /&gt;I miss my coffeeeeeeeeeee ^_^&lt;br /&gt;I miss NTUC at yew tee point, hehehe ^^&lt;br /&gt;I miss Piano&lt;br /&gt;I miss guitar&lt;br /&gt;I miss my room&lt;br /&gt;I miss my brother&lt;br /&gt;I miss my family&lt;br /&gt;I miss all the uneffected people (MA PEEPS)&lt;br /&gt;I miss a certain person which I always do. Hehehee -_-"&lt;br /&gt;So yes yes now I have so many things to do :]&lt;br /&gt;Im so thankful to be okay and back home now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23350365-2901526358778684804?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/2901526358778684804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=2901526358778684804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/2901526358778684804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/2901526358778684804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2009/06/heyloooooo-lovely-poeple-who-are-other.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SketUsNC0PI/AAAAAAAAAsY/y8XxhNomi4c/s72-c/DSC00011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-6433767594478855698</id><published>2009-06-22T01:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T01:27:35.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/Sj5qswDj_zI/AAAAAAAAArQ/u3kX5w4f7t0/s1600-h/eyes_set_to_kill_by_simplekcore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/Sj5qswDj_zI/AAAAAAAAArQ/u3kX5w4f7t0/s400/eyes_set_to_kill_by_simplekcore.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349830724409360178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ouh ouh OUH! I cant believe that my whole time in using blogger, I NEVER acknowledged this band before. Ehehehe. Okay so, the thing is I just love the whole get up of the band. AND AND AND, that their bassist is a LADY!!! Yeah thats right folks. A lady baybeh. Apart from Wendy from Firelight, Annissa is also another girl bassist that I just admire ^_^ Ooookay. Ouh yeah! Hahahaha the name of the band is Eyes Set To Kill. Got that? Take a listen :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another sicker note -_-" I am sick. Yes, yet again i have fall sick. Only this time its not that I only lost my freaking voice, but I have fever, flu, cough, throat swelling, headaches well the works. I seriously feel like cutting school tomorrow but heylo I've cut school on Friday and besides there's gonna be dance tomorrow. Man oh man. I have a strong feeling that I'll have to retake a module next year. FucK man. Damn stupid school. Okay the school's not stupid, its the management that stinks. Happy? ^_^ Sure I am. I'd be happy that headlines in the papers tomorrow says that "All students of RP, you are given a a term break. Please dont come back to school until further notice!" Oooooo yeah that'll be great. Heheeeee. Well I should be sleeping now though I seriously think that it's gonna be impossible with this coughing and sneezing and shivering going on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23350365-6433767594478855698?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/6433767594478855698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=6433767594478855698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/6433767594478855698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/6433767594478855698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2009/06/ouh-ouh-ouh-i-cant-believe-that-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/Sj5qswDj_zI/AAAAAAAAArQ/u3kX5w4f7t0/s72-c/eyes_set_to_kill_by_simplekcore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-5880458743732697927</id><published>2009-06-20T14:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T14:40:47.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Now tell me why dont i always get frustrated whenever Im at home. So dont blame me if you think that I spend more time outside rather than t home. Firstly I wouldnt even call this a home. Cause a home is where you can feel safe in it. Cause a home is where you can find solitude in it. Cause a home is where you can sit and think all your problems through. Cause a home is where you can always run to whenever you feel like you dont belong in the outside world. Cause a home is where you dont get judged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. Not for these people. A home is where these people avoid going to whenever these people dont feel safe cause thats where these people dont feel safe. A home is where these people dont go to find solitude cause there is never solitude at home. A home is not where these people go to whenever these people need some place to sit and think their problems through cause at home is where all their problems come from. A home is not where these people run to whenever these people feel like they dont belong cause a home is where they always feel that they have been pushed aside time and again. Cause at home, is where they always get judged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is home for them if home is not a home for them -_-"&lt;br /&gt;All you do is complain about the things you lost, but hell in the first place you never lost anything at all but me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23350365-5880458743732697927?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/5880458743732697927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=5880458743732697927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/5880458743732697927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/5880458743732697927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2009/06/now-tell-me-why-dont-i-always-get.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-6601901376390331215</id><published>2009-06-13T07:12:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T04:25:07.449+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SjLlwF-PoLI/AAAAAAAAArI/-ic6KB42b4Q/s1600-h/CIMG2247-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SjLlwF-PoLI/AAAAAAAAArI/-ic6KB42b4Q/s400/CIMG2247-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346588322041929906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Okay why the hell did I smiled with my eyes minimised? ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One things for sure, its in the AM and I have not yet turned myself in. Yeah its been a routine of mine to like sleep more than 12 hrs the day before and the next night, I dont turn in at all. I know its not healthy but I just cant help myself. Its like a horrible habit that doesnt want to quit itself. Oookay its not that I cant sleep its because that Im thinking too much. And when i think soooo much. I dont go to sleep. Hahahah simple. What am I thinking about? Hmmm Let me think. Nothing in particular and nothing too serious. Just thoughts. Share them? Well I dont know, things has been good for me so far and I dont want to ruin it. But then again things need to be let out in order for them to be settled i suppose. Okay lets see, I'll just say what i feel is appropriate to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first; I feel that school isnt fitting quite well with me. Why? Well simply because the so called "disciplinary-settlements" are &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; unreasonable. Seriously, I dont believe that you'd need to repeat a whole module just because you're not present for at least three times for that freaking module. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HELLO&lt;/span&gt;?? Ever heard of sick and tired?? Buhhh -_-" Unreasonable. AND the worst thing is an MC is not valid. What good is it when you waste your freaking money for an MC and you bring it to school and the fact that it cannnot help you proof that you're absent because you're sickkkk?? W.T.H -_-" Simple. The reason I've been staying is also because of Dance. If there is no freaking Cikgu Rahman. There'll be no FCUKING RP for me. MAHAHAHAHA. Okay fine I AM greatful enough that I got my flat ass into RP but I dont think I deserve to finish 3 years of my life on a tertiary education like this. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ASSES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough for now. Next for later. Hehehe ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;Birds flying high, stars when you shine; You know how I feel &gt;_0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: arial;"&gt;Heheheeee; Ouh yeah, I'm Feeling good :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23350365-6601901376390331215?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/6601901376390331215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=6601901376390331215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/6601901376390331215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/6601901376390331215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2009/06/okay-why-hell-did-i-smiled-with-my-eyes.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SjLlwF-PoLI/AAAAAAAAArI/-ic6KB42b4Q/s72-c/CIMG2247-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-939753437383907838</id><published>2009-06-08T20:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T20:33:25.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/Si0CIPIsxFI/AAAAAAAAAq4/iXxpUUUeV0o/s1600-h/%2809%29The_Red_Jumpsuit_Apparatus_Concer.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/Si0CIPIsxFI/AAAAAAAAAq4/iXxpUUUeV0o/s320/%2809%29The_Red_Jumpsuit_Apparatus_Concer.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344930673283875922" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Okay so one very important thing before I fall asleep. These pills are really killing me. OKAY! SO;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A VERY BIGGGG &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAAAAPPPPYYYY BIRTHDAY TO MOHD FARHAN BIN WAHED!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; WOOOO!!!!!!! My one and only peanut dude -_-" Okay peanut dude listen up! Hahahah. Happy 17th birthday and I hope that you'd have a prestigious one too. I've seen you grown from a man to a MAN! And hell yeah you're gonna be one happy dude in the future. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Even if things seemed hard for you now, rest assured it'll all turn round sooner or later. You know patience is a virtue ^_^. Ouh yeah and thanks for being a nice friend to me and may Allah grant you with more prestigious birthdays to come. OKay I think my wishes are like all mixed up. No matter! Its the thought that counts. Gahahaha. I have so many things to say but I cannot seem to put all of together here. Hmmm.. Before I end this I would like to say that being a friend of yours has never been a regret of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay yeah my english is really topsy turvy today and I have no idea why. EH YEAH! I have a present for youuuuu.. SO that i'll pass the next time we meet. Hope you'll like it dude.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; HAPPY BIRTHDAY PEANUT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyn ^_^&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/23350365-939753437383907838?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/939753437383907838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=939753437383907838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/939753437383907838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/939753437383907838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2009/06/okay-so-one-very-important-thing-before.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/Si0CIPIsxFI/AAAAAAAAAq4/iXxpUUUeV0o/s72-c/%2809%29The_Red_Jumpsuit_Apparatus_Concer.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-1023449386120319973</id><published>2009-06-04T23:35:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T22:47:07.401+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/Sifp9msgMuI/AAAAAAAAAqw/1sKLJct3ZYw/s1600-h/CIMG2911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/Sifp9msgMuI/AAAAAAAAAqw/1sKLJct3ZYw/s320/CIMG2911.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343496727466881762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;What do you do when shit happens to you. Where do you go when shit happens to you. How do you cope when shit happens to you. What happens when shit happens to you? Hahaha what do i do? I stuff everything in one "big-tiny" box in my contemplated mind and shove it aside ^_^ Yeah thats what i'll do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;It sucks to only have 2 weeks of pathetic holiday. Espeacially when you have dance practices, classes to teach, days to spend unmeaningfully and thoughts to reconsider; 2 weeks is definitely nothing. I want longer holidays, Im not being demanding here but its just a simple request that im sure every RP student is yearning for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;So Today I spent the ENTIRE day at home -_-" Yes like finally! After a full three weeks of spending my hours outside of home, be it dance practices or school or hanging out with peeps or other things that requires me to not be at home, I finally get to spend an entire day at home. WOHOOOOOO!!! I love home(only when there's no one at home :D). I slept till like what? three plus? Took my time to bathe, wrote another song, watched a movie, cut my fringe(and its damn short now -_-"), did 100 sit ups(^_^ I have a completely flat belly now woohooo!), watched spongebob again and again, had my biscuits and coffee :D and LASTLY I got the chance to just let loose and release my thoughts ;] oh my god, you have no idea how relieving it felt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;And tmorrow! Going to watch shasha at Yew Tee point since she's performing with her Group, so folks! Come down and support! And after that going to go watch Farhan's gig at erm I have no idea where it is. Ouh and FYI its another Farhan, not peanut. hahaha. And btw peanut hope you're doing fine dude. And now I have no idea what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The unreasonable jokes. The lame comments. The always laughing at me whenever I laughs although he never intended to laugh in the first place. The messed up sentences whenever he tries to impersonate "master yoda". The weird reactions whenever I talk about something he doesnt gets. The "can you please stop laughing???!!" whenever he wants to get serious and I cant stop laughing and I dont know why. And the fave, laughing about scenes from "dude, wheres my car!". Tsktsktsk, missmissmiss potato chips ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23350365-1023449386120319973?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/1023449386120319973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=1023449386120319973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/1023449386120319973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/1023449386120319973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-do-you-do-when-shit-happens-to-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/Sifp9msgMuI/AAAAAAAAAqw/1sKLJct3ZYw/s72-c/CIMG2911.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-5891496082152102238</id><published>2009-06-03T14:21:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T01:27:07.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SiYbtpffC6I/AAAAAAAAAqo/tEHkMpFRY4U/s1600-h/CIMG3025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SiYauP_kDaI/AAAAAAAAAp4/G28cqceyHVI/s320/4202_86674924131_621899131_1905450_4250511_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342987389791112610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SiYacq4uW_I/AAAAAAAAApw/MpL2NxAT9bI/s1600-h/4738_87993901596_597686596_1833789_2687730_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SiYacq4uW_I/AAAAAAAAApw/MpL2NxAT9bI/s320/4738_87993901596_597686596_1833789_2687730_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342987087772539890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SiYacf9YlVI/AAAAAAAAApo/FffGNO6bfjE/s1600-h/4202_86674844131_621899131_1905435_6788456_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SiYacf9YlVI/AAAAAAAAApo/FffGNO6bfjE/s320/4202_86674844131_621899131_1905435_6788456_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342987084839294290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SiYacOtv_HI/AAAAAAAAApg/t032Mui_48Y/s1600-h/4202_86674849131_621899131_1905436_5529180_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SiYacOtv_HI/AAAAAAAAApg/t032Mui_48Y/s320/4202_86674849131_621899131_1905436_5529180_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342987080210316402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so this are random photos of the events that had happened for the past few days. There are obviously more pictures to upload, but if i were to upload them all, then it will be a "pictury" post. Ahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost there was Momentum 2009 which i tell ya, was a BLAST!!! It was absolutely AWESOMEEE!! Okay so the first day, my hair was made up to this very irritating bun with a fake hair "PASTED" upon my forehead and I can assure you it's god damn itchy. Second day my hair was AmyWinehouse-ish. Ehehehe. Overall I think the performance for both days was excellent and we got great reviews for both days as well ^_^V. Thanks a lot to Cikgu Rahman for giving me a slot in this remarkable choreography of yours and I am so honoured to be dancing amongst the best dancers I've known. And My 3 sexaye ladies! Hahaha Sista Emz, Hudz and Iraz! You guys are the best :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so the next day went to watch a workshop at Taman Warisan with Sis Emz and Brudderrr Asri. Hahaha okay so we didnt got lost cause all thanks to asri! HAhaah we sure learnt our lesson. And I did not regret going cause the showcase was great! And I got an instant shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the next day, I went out to town with bestfriend and it was so funny. As usual, the laugh laugh here. The laugh laugh there. omg. Laughing was all we did. Before that I went to hand in the forms for both Aeron and Kiki's exams. Study hard okay guys. If you pass this I'll treat the both of you to ice cream!! HEhehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the day after that met my awesome classmates at vivo :D We sat talked, laughed, problemized and took pictures. Well there's more pics, like I said. I dont want this post to be picture-fied. So can't wait for our class BBQ. Its gonna be AWESOME I CAN TELL!! So after that went to marina to meet up with yan and khai and farhan. They are seriously funny. Hahah thats all I can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practice Practice Practice. -_-"&lt;br /&gt;And did I mentioned that I miss you so much? Hahahah okay shuddup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23350365-5891496082152102238?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/5891496082152102238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=5891496082152102238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/5891496082152102238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/5891496082152102238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2009/06/okay-so-this-are-random-photos-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SiYbtpffC6I/AAAAAAAAAqo/tEHkMpFRY4U/s72-c/CIMG3025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-8178447445470056407</id><published>2009-05-28T23:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T00:14:06.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/Sh6vobztLxI/AAAAAAAAApY/yKs0C9g8EiA/s1600-h/n597686596_1810941_4029962.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/Sh6vobztLxI/AAAAAAAAApY/yKs0C9g8EiA/s320/n597686596_1810941_4029962.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340899317302243090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Credits to sha, and either I was frustrated with the Cake or I couldnt wait to stuff the cake in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY BELATED BIRRRRTTTTHSSSSSDDDAAAAYY TO SISTER EMMA&lt;/span&gt; AND A &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;HAPPY HAPPPPPYYY BIRTHDAY TO SISTER IRA!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so happy 19th to the both of ya and yes yes, you ladies are growinggg older :D Grow la grow! okay why my wishes are like so lame? -_-" wait! Here's a proper one; May Allah bless you with the world's riches and wonders. And also, I wish you ladies all the best in whatever and hope that momentum wouldnt be the end of our Tarian Relationship. hahaha. Looooooveeee ya. Sister HuDa wait long2 for your birthssday uh. eheheee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So guess where I am now -_-" whatever your guess is im sure its wrong cause no one would ever come up with this. okay folks, currently im sitting under my void deck all freaking alone, stealing other peoples' internet connection and wondering whether I should proceed up to my house or not. Okay so don't get me wrong, its not that I want to like run away from home or what. I just don't want to go home and find this one person &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;giving me the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"okay its time for me to let out my anger at you cause i had a bad day at work and all the blame should be thrown at you"&lt;/span&gt; face. Its so fcuking irritating cause why? This person would act as though there's nothing wrong at all with what he or she is doing. Doesnt mean you have the authority, you have the right to shoot me down just like that. After all that I've done and endured just to cover up your irresponsible-ness, you would still say that I was this this and that? Hello??!! I respect you but you yourself brought me up to be very self-contained with my rights and right now, I can assure you that I can only contain myself for so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You thought that it was completely legitimate that I had to be on my own eversince I was 7 years of age. You thought that it was okay to put all your issues on my shoulders so that you only had to carry like what? none? You thought that it was okay for you to use me as a tool for your social accquaintency outside. You thought that it was okay to lie to me. Let me tell you;&lt;br /&gt;Y o u t h o u g h t w r o n g.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person has his or her every right to be what he or she wants to be. A person has his or her every right to have support from his or her elderly when it comes to doint that wanting. A person has his or her every right to get agitated with his or her elders whenever they've crossed the line too far even though their elders, there's no excuse, difference is; he or her does not get the privellage to express out these feelings.&lt;br /&gt;AND a person definitely has his or her right to say that enough is enough when his or her existence is taken as a joke. Because every living thing in this world has been granted a purpose for being here. No matter how small that purpose is, it still IS a purpose and a purpose HAS to be fufilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And NO ONE has the right to take away that purpose no matter how HIGH THE AUTHORITY is; no one has that right except Allah and you certainly arent Allah. So dont tell me that I have no purpose here cause I certainly HAVE MORE FCUKING PURPOSE THAN YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Okay lemme just confess; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23350365-8178447445470056407?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/8178447445470056407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=8178447445470056407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/8178447445470056407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/8178447445470056407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2009/05/credits-to-sha-and-either-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/Sh6vobztLxI/AAAAAAAAApY/yKs0C9g8EiA/s72-c/n597686596_1810941_4029962.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-7224482942417374072</id><published>2009-05-26T01:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T10:04:50.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/ShrS5kU8nHI/AAAAAAAAApQ/DPH1_cIQHQE/s1600-h/Picsss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/ShrS5kU8nHI/AAAAAAAAApQ/DPH1_cIQHQE/s320/Picsss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339812194647055474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SO a BIg BIGGGG BiG thx to the lovely peeps for the wishes and pranks -_-" whatever eh. And thanks to the bestfriend for the cake! And YAN!! for the present and the earlier and EVERYTHING!! hahaha. And waaaah, I didnt know I have such sweet friends. I love you guys man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Oooookay. Firstly its officially not my birthday already so I can wish myself now. Hahahaha okay so I go by this stupid thing that I shall not wish myself a happy birthday not until the day of my birthday ends. Heeee :D So since that the day is over, I can wish myself now! HAPPY LAME 17TH BIRTHDAY TO MUAAA!!! :] Okay so what im 17? I still can't get my liscence yet :( oooohh so sad. At least im one year closer to it :D Yeah yeah so okay thats a plus. So my wish? Lets not classify this as a wish okay;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;What else can I simply want from my "FULLY FUFILLING LIFE" hahah. Wait, not that im not unappreciative with my life now. Cause I can assure you that I am most appreciative of my life than ever. Okay pause!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I would like to thank Allah that for giving me the chance to celebrate a 17th birthday and I pray that Allah would let me celebrate more joyous birthdays. Alhamduillah that I am still breathing and walking and able to laugh at people ^_^ ehehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;So what do i hope for? Lets see; I would so love to have a life that is less hectic and would not drain so much of my emotions out of me every single day. I would love to have a life that has a healthier me, whereby I wouldnt be poked with needles every other month. I would love to have a life whereby I actually have a family that is a family at heart and not only by its name. I would love to have a life that has me, not having to worry about issues that causes me to be so weary of what I have to do. I would love to have a life that only has piano in it. I would love to have a life that was only spent by me playing the piano. I would love to have a life whereby I have to fake my emotions. I would love to have a life that a job title isnt all that counts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;I would love to have a life whereby the people that live in it, wouldnt want to judge others just by their status or looks. And finally; I would love to have a life that doesnt consist of me alone, a life that is shared with someone else that sees me for who i am, a life that is love not to be someone to get over someone for, a life that isnt told a fake "i love you and will never leave you". A life that is simply loved by someone who is true to his love and trusts and appreciates when I say, I love you;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Ookay so thats my "wish", pretty wordy huh. Its not expensive, but its impossible ^_^ So you see, I dont do highly priced things, but priceless genuines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Happy Birthday to me;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/23350365-7224482942417374072?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/7224482942417374072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=7224482942417374072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/7224482942417374072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/7224482942417374072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-big-bigggg-big-thx-to-lovely-peeps.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/ShrS5kU8nHI/AAAAAAAAApQ/DPH1_cIQHQE/s72-c/Picsss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-6443045173109066302</id><published>2009-05-18T04:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T05:33:16.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/ShB2AKsfanI/AAAAAAAAAog/tBOdJPNeLzs/s1600-h/dedicated+to+sha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/ShB2AKsfanI/AAAAAAAAAog/tBOdJPNeLzs/s320/dedicated+to+sha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336895303677078130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/ShB2AKsfanI/AAAAAAAAAog/tBOdJPNeLzs/s1600-h/dedicated+to+sha.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Okay so its a day late, but whatever cause why? I spent the last 2 days with her anyways :D SO, HAPPY 17TH BIRTHDAY BESTEST FRIEND!!! (Don't action eh cause mine is in one week ^_^) Muahahahahah. Its been a pleasure knowing you and I bet it'll be a blast to keep on knowing you. Sometimes you maybe as blur as me but no matter what it is, you're always up on your feet. I've seen you grown from sec 1 and let me tell ya, you've truly have become from a kid to an amazing lady. ( a fat faaaaat lady, hahaha. Please eh kau, no more munchies at night) I know its been hard for you, the roads you've crossed, the hurdles you've jumped but its all only the begining of a remarkable future you're about to mould. Turning a year older means you're another year closer to get to that future you want so b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;ad. Dear friend, you know you'll always have me no matter what the outcome is. I pray that Tuhan shall make all your hopes and dreams come true and get you out of any mishaps. And I pray that Tuhan will let you experience an infinity of Birthdays. May all your wishes come true baybeh! You know i love ya soooooo much fatty!! (seriously, you have to stop coming with me to NTUC) Eheheh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/ShB-vs5hvrI/AAAAAAAAAoo/vPTa6r3b3r4/s1600-h/The_sound_of_silence_by_Liesaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/ShB-vs5hvrI/AAAAAAAAAoo/vPTa6r3b3r4/s320/The_sound_of_silence_by_Liesaa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336904916405436082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Sometimes you'll find yourself longing for silence so badly that you will hate even the slightest sound made. You'll want the stillness of silence so badly that you will hate even the slightest movement made. Why would you want the contentness of this silence so bad? Cause the fact that you've found yourself surrounded by the insecurities of your thoughts. How does one feels safe when one cannot find the epiphany in ones thoughts? Somethings to reconsider; Never keep so many things inside your head cause when it overflows, it gets directed straight into your thoughts. Then you'll find yourself not thinking straight and you'll find it extremely hard to get yourself composed. You'll think too hard that it becomes a strain when you talk. Silence will be your most unparelleled option yet;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sometimes thinking may lead you somewhere you wouldnt want to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23350365-6443045173109066302?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/6443045173109066302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=6443045173109066302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/6443045173109066302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/6443045173109066302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2009/05/okay-so-its-day-late-but-whatever-cause.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/ShB2AKsfanI/AAAAAAAAAog/tBOdJPNeLzs/s72-c/dedicated+to+sha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-7968947133944084428</id><published>2009-05-15T15:07:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T15:54:40.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/Sg0U29w7nvI/AAAAAAAAAoY/mzffNe_DcXE/s1600-h/Chasing_pavements_by_iNeedChemicalX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/Sg0U29w7nvI/AAAAAAAAAoY/mzffNe_DcXE/s320/Chasing_pavements_by_iNeedChemicalX.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335944068029193970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Hey all you beautiful peeps! Hahahaha. I bet everyone misses me since my delightful aura has not been circulating this dusty thing :] My apologies, since I've been SERIOUSLY BUSY with school, Dance, Piano Lessons and etc. Yes yes, soooo many things. You'd think I'd didnt noticed that I've been neglecting everything else. Ouh yeah, that reminds me; To all my awesome-my friends, LAST CALL FOR MOMENTUM TIX!!! AND PLEASE EH, DONT ASK ME TO RESERVE IF YOU'RE NOT GIVING ME ANY MONEY -__- I would pay for you but unfortunately my money is like everywhere. SO you see, I cant possibly be paying for everyone of you. So please eh. If you guys don't want to go I understand ^_^V.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so how have I enjoyed school so far? I absolutely love my classmates. They're such a horrendous bunch of people, in a good way. They're so nice yet, they give me so many nicknames -_-" ESPEACIALLY DINO! Please eh pakcik. The only modules that I could get my wits on, are only Enterprise and cognitive -_-" Sciene.. Well erm, it depends. MATHS? haha neverrr Ever. Programming, still getting the tick of things. SO enough about class, Dance. I absolutely adore dancing here in RP. The troupe itself, is sucha blast. With lovely seniors like these, I wouldnt mind dancing every day(figuritively speaking okay, please cikgu).&lt;br /&gt;Momentum's only 2 weeks away. Eheheheee, and in between; obviously practices and previews shall be squeezed in. So you see, I am very very verryyyy busy. So excuse my lack of updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half of the year has almost past and yes, I do notice that time does not wait for those who delay around. Time has no means to wait for those who only wish to throw it away just like that. It has no means to wait for those who are more concern in using it like water. So you see time does not wait for anyone and it certainly wont wait for me. I know I have no time for "intimate relationships" during this point of time. Espeacially onese that requires SO MUCH OF MY PRECIOUS ATTENTION ^_^V. So please understand that I dont mean for anything else to happen. Plus everyone knows VERY WELL that I, Lyn Hanis; DOES NOT LIKE TO BE IN A RELATIONSHIP WHEREBY THE DUDE, IS SOMEONE WHO'S SO GOD DAMN NEEDY AND DEPENDENT ON ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that the world is seperated by two kinds of women? Split into 5% and 95% by which these 5% group of women, HATE to get involved into relationship that requires those yada-yada's and blah-blah-blah's. Guess what? I belong to that 5% group ^_^ so you and me? No-noo. Therefore I know i did the right decision for letting go only after 3 days. At least there is no attachment made. I know Im being unreasonable, but this is me. I dont change who I am for some random guy which I know is not the one yet. Plus Im getting use to being my only person and Im liking this freedom. Besides, whats past has scarred me so dark that I have kept this sense of security, to always be single and not get involve. DUHHHH!! Can't you see my main blog tittle?? Philophobist :] So yeah. Thats that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I still waiting or expecting for anyone else to come sweep me off my feet? Naaaaahh;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already fallen in love with an even spectacular being; The love for Classical Piano. Nothing brings me back to the top of the world then caressing my fingers against the pale white and dark black keys of the piano. Letting each finger glide through every octave, hearing the ringing of every note in my ears, letting the adrenaline rush through my entire body from the tips of my fingers until finally the emotions sets in as I reach total equanimity with my soul. This extrodinaire empahty, only some knows how it really feels like; My passion has never stopped growing :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay up till here then, There's someone playing the piano and is making me Jealous -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23350365-7968947133944084428?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/7968947133944084428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=7968947133944084428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/7968947133944084428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/7968947133944084428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2009/05/hey-all-you-beautiful-peeps-hahahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/Sg0U29w7nvI/AAAAAAAAAoY/mzffNe_DcXE/s72-c/Chasing_pavements_by_iNeedChemicalX.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-4047779483708994582</id><published>2009-05-02T01:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T12:02:32.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;Hey all. FIRST AND FOREMOST!! I would like to say that the past few dance practices has been quite managable ^_^ well thankfully or else I wouldnt be able to drag my butt off to school, yes me and my lazy butt. I've gotten so tired that withing 2 weeks of school, i was absent for 4 days. Amazing? Yes i know. But i do enjoy being in class, all because of the peeps in Class W16K. If not for you stoooooojes, i would be sleeping all the way through class. But still it feels weird not having sha beside me, and yan infront of me. And of course pan at the front-left and mira, su, sheek, fik, HAZIQ! OMG JUST EVERYONE OKAY.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;NONETHELESS; I am enjoying every single minute of my tertiary education :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;SO; what suckish thing have i done these past few days? Firstly a big thanks to Mael, Yan, Shukur and Harith for following me to MUSTAFA(?)!!! Hahahah EH! Please okay, the place is not as bad as what people has been stereotyping about okay. Its like cheap-galore over there. SERIOUSLY! I am NOT lying. OKay fine, wait this part maybe abit raccist but erm yeah, its true that the place smells and is roaming with TONS of darkness. Okay thats all. So yeah the place holds a lot of cheap goddies. OKay lemme see, what else. Ouh yeah JB with mum and then Ordio Crib with Yan and then Bugis with Sha, yan and Din. I guess thats it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;If you've noticed, i dont blog in such a detailed manner anymore. Why? Cause school has start and im beat. Ouh and to my dearest Last Minute Heroes, I'm sorry if i havent been comitting much ever since school started. I'll try my best to catch with you guys once everything has cleared up.&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/23350365-4047779483708994582?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/4047779483708994582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=4047779483708994582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/4047779483708994582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/4047779483708994582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2009/05/hey-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-5514201131387737112</id><published>2009-04-28T02:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T23:27:59.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SfXz4nCoQtI/AAAAAAAAAnw/WC8TAu0ezWA/s1600-h/25042009_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SfXz4nCoQtI/AAAAAAAAAnw/WC8TAu0ezWA/s320/25042009_002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329433887941083858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Hahahah yes whats with me with these kinda faces. Eheh trying to come out with different faces for momentum WHICH not a single soul has agreed to buy the tickets yet -_-" And currently I have six 15 bucks tix in my hands. Ooooookay. Any takers folks? Btw this picture was taken the first time that I went to Mustafa and bought Me BAGPACK! EHEHEHEHEH! Seriously folks bagpacks can reeeeaaaalllly change your life. Especially those ladies whom keep using the side-bags. Common man, change it!!! Hahahah okay now im bagpack promoter -_-" Btw, Mustafa is AWESOME! Seriously awweeeessssooommmeee. Why? Okay besides the fact that there are "OTHER" folks that roam the area (im not being racists here but seriously, these people really seemed to be roaming the place), the things that they sell there are really like CHEAP. Okay not exactly cheap CHEAP. But Cheap and  the best part is that all of the items there are Originals :D Isnt it exciting?? YEs!! Now im jitter-fied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was given MC for two whole days :D YEah baybehhh yeaaaaahhh ^_^. So im gonna update that tomorrow in school.. cause why? Its going to be maths and I can gurantee ya that my mind's gonna go an a Holiday to Vanuzuela :D&lt;br /&gt;Till tomorrow folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What are you? Addictive?? I dont like addictions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23350365-5514201131387737112?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/5514201131387737112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=5514201131387737112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/5514201131387737112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/5514201131387737112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2009/04/hahahah-yes-whats-with-me-with-these.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SfXz4nCoQtI/AAAAAAAAAnw/WC8TAu0ezWA/s72-c/25042009_002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-8712451661135214494</id><published>2009-04-25T03:31:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T03:50:22.685+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SfIUGtNtFGI/AAAAAAAAAno/u8uH6CrGtb0/s1600-h/Picture0047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SfIUGtNtFGI/AAAAAAAAAno/u8uH6CrGtb0/s320/Picture0047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328343414581564514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SfIT_qulMoI/AAAAAAAAAng/TSuA-JU9eGk/s1600-h/Picture0048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SfIT_qulMoI/AAAAAAAAAng/TSuA-JU9eGk/s320/Picture0048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328343293655069314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SfIT_qulMoI/AAAAAAAAAng/TSuA-JU9eGk/s1600-h/Picture0048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SfIT_qulMoI/AAAAAAAAAng/TSuA-JU9eGk/s320/Picture0048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328343293655069314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SfIT2gGjRCI/AAAAAAAAAnY/iwJow_Mhz40/s1600-h/Picture0050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SfIT2gGjRCI/AAAAAAAAAnY/iwJow_Mhz40/s320/Picture0050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328343136183993378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SfITwCeMLhI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/F2YvcMC_13E/s1600-h/Picture0049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SfITwCeMLhI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/F2YvcMC_13E/s320/Picture0049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328343025150864914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SfITrbegQBI/AAAAAAAAAnI/fo5TL1So0LY/s1600-h/Picture0051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SfITrbegQBI/AAAAAAAAAnI/fo5TL1So0LY/s320/Picture0051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328342945963720722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SfITnCKp4uI/AAAAAAAAAnA/Rt0ax-nQAIQ/s1600-h/Picture0052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SfITnCKp4uI/AAAAAAAAAnA/Rt0ax-nQAIQ/s320/Picture0052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328342870450103010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Stupid pictures that were taken when kids like us have absolutely nothing to do and there's like a camera displayed right infront of our faces. Hahahah. Hmmmm... I seriously think that my friends are weird. But its friends like these that I love :D Stupid STUPID people. hahahah. Ouh yeah one thing, I'm sorry peanut ^_^V AND please folks, the last picture? Yes I know.. How is it that I suddenly transformed into a synthetic bitch that poses like so? Hahahah it was only a test. And hahahah i think i didnt pulled it off quite that well. Speaking of which, the Theme for Momentum is like PURE VAINESS... I have no idea how i can survive with this kinda choreo. "CikGu!! Salah tarok saye la sehhh". Im dooomed. But the dance sure is fun like hell. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so erm, school has been tiring. With practices that lasts up till four hours and presentations that comes with every class. Woah. Some kind of schedule eyyy. I tell ya, im seriously not coping well AT all. AND guess what? Its back with the "koyok" for me. EHhhhh seriously okay. "Koyok" does work and its NOT only for old people. But I cant wait for Momentum ^_^ weeeeehehehehe~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the plan for let me see, okay its already considered today. SO, plan is go Bishan to take pictures of the dudes skating and then proceed on to Lavender to collect my Passport AND of to find my BACKPACK! Yeaahhh. OKay i cant those side-bags anymore. WHY? Cause I have "koyok" all over my neck, so that's why okay. I hope i can wake up then.. Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now i cant sleep -_-" still waiting for this cacat person to reply me. Hahahah so I have to stay in -________-"&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/23350365-8712451661135214494?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/8712451661135214494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=8712451661135214494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/8712451661135214494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/8712451661135214494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2009/04/stupid-pictures-that-were-taken-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SfIUGtNtFGI/AAAAAAAAAno/u8uH6CrGtb0/s72-c/Picture0047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-6643449511522926642</id><published>2009-04-20T23:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T02:24:11.707+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SeyZCTHhitI/AAAAAAAAAmw/PGmqNm_EYUQ/s1600-h/Picture0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SeyZCTHhitI/AAAAAAAAAmw/PGmqNm_EYUQ/s320/Picture0008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326800724043074258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This is my view for the first day of school -_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SeyYfGMJRII/AAAAAAAAAmo/tTfjUo1VLB0/s1600-h/Picture0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SeyYfGMJRII/AAAAAAAAAmo/tTfjUo1VLB0/s320/Picture0024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326800119277372546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Ade2 je org -_-") Bk boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So today was the first day of school, and I must say that I wasnt at ALL looking forward to it. Okay fine its true that I WAS looking forward to school. But like I said, WAS. So yes school is such a bore and its only the first day of school and I've already started to turn into my geeky brother WHOM as a matter of fact, I miss so much. It was his birthday like 4 days ago and he isnt here to celebrate it with me. Bummer man.&lt;/span&gt; "oi abang balek boleh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay so school is yada yada yada. DONE! So peforming later :D Its been so long, lets hope the Jitters won't come and visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh yeah, so there's this thing going on about me that I am this HUGE walking SOUR PUSS! Hahahahaha. WRONG!! So soooooo wrong. I can assure you I am not a sour puss. Yeah yeaaahh people have issues. Just that mines PRIVATE and its DEFINITELY not about this certain person. No no no. Well maybe maaaaybeee. But fate is what that decides and fate is what i believe in. So to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PEOPLE WHO THOUGHT AND ASSUMED THAT I WENT COMMANDO BRAVO FOR SOMETIME DUE TO THAT PERSON, THEN I GUESS YOU GUYS SHOULD STOP ASSUMING AND CHECK YOUR EFF-ING CONSCIENCE CAUSE SERIOUSLY ITS SO SAD TO SEE THAT PEOPLE WHOM I THOUGHT OF SO CLOSE COULD NOT KNOW ME ANY BETTER AND JUDGE ME SO LOW LIKE THAT??? WOW COOL PEOPLE YOU ARE. PLEASE, I HAVE MY OWN CONSCIENCE TOO AND I TRUST THEM. SO GET YOUR FACTS RIGHT, IF YOU PEOPLE WOULD KNOW BETTER?? I HAVE OTHER THINGS THAT ARE TANGLED UP AND NEEDS MORE TENDING TOO THEN MY FEELINGS OF THE PAST. GET IT? I STILL CANT BELIEVE THAT THE LAST 2 PERSON WHOM I THOUGHT WOULD KNOW??? THINGS OF THE STUPIDEST SCENARIO, AND BETTER YET CAN JUDGE ME ABOUT THEIR WRONG JUDGEMENT. i feel so "ouch", seriously man. OUCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow something i have going on here. i guess friends cant be as kickass as you thought they are. But still i feel so betrayed. but no matter, friends are friends and still my friends are the kicky-assiest peeps there is ^_^. Btw APRIL CALL ROCKS!!! WOOOOO~ Their set was nonetherless like i would always say; AWEEEEEESSSSSOOOOMMMEEEE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Like a song it melodifies;  Like you, it lies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23350365-6643449511522926642?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/6643449511522926642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=6643449511522926642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/6643449511522926642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/6643449511522926642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-is-my-view-for-first-day-of-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SeyZCTHhitI/AAAAAAAAAmw/PGmqNm_EYUQ/s72-c/Picture0008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-6383011175924934473</id><published>2009-04-17T00:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T01:09:53.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qrTBCV5P9M4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qrTBCV5P9M4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay first and foremost; I sooo love this dude! Hahahahah why? Cause he's BRILLIANT!!! Seriously guys. He's AWEEESSSSOOOMMMEEE and hot, hehee. Ouh yeah foward the vid up till 1.15mins cause he just talks before that. Unless you're a girl and you wanna awe at his other awesome-ness. Hahah hotttTTT. Okay now im just being a bitch. AND he reminds me of Aeron, if only he plays piano this good. Okay Aeron so if you really want my number. Learn how to play piano like this dude. And please do all the homework i give you. HAhahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's going to be orientation and I have to go for 2 dance practices. Im going to die tomorrow. Seriously. Plus i am soooo not good in juggling too many schedules. :[ Heeeeelllppppppp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mind goes on a trip cause the sight of you knocked me on the face;&lt;br /&gt;i hate you -_- so so much -still trying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23350365-6383011175924934473?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/6383011175924934473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=6383011175924934473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/6383011175924934473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/6383011175924934473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2009/04/okay-first-and-foremost-i-sooo-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-9145787413631632780</id><published>2009-04-09T16:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T05:03:01.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/Sd2ypTSCIHI/AAAAAAAAAmY/41LglgHdy1Q/s1600-h/missing_peace_by_burakyelman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322606757242085490" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 214px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/Sd2ypTSCIHI/AAAAAAAAAmY/41LglgHdy1Q/s320/missing_peace_by_burakyelman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;A piano with a missing key can never be called a piano because its incomplete, and an incomplete piano simply means that its broken. A person with a missing piece from his or her soul can never be called a person because he or she is incomplete, and an incomplete person simply means that he or she is broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been awhile since ive updated and i figured its about time i get my game back up. Ive been sitting behind this screen, hands still upon these keys and not knowing what the hell that i am suppose to type. I am distracted. Distracted by what? I have no idea. Well either i have no idea or that I am too stubborn to admit it. Either way, I am distracted. I was on my way to work the other day and I hit a lampost straight on, why? Cause I was distracted. I accidentally gave my student my copy instead of his the other day, why? Cause I was distracted. I was walking the other and I tripped hump upon the road, why? Cause I was distracted. I got a first case the other day, why? Cause I was distracted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things that Im not, why? Cause I am distracted by;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me see, Our band didnt get to the finals and Mly dancers got gold and My brother just left for Taiwan like 2 hours ago and havent got much sleep for almost a week now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am distracted, distracted by what? Now one thing's for sure, I am not distracted to admit to that;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23350365-9145787413631632780?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/9145787413631632780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=9145787413631632780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/9145787413631632780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/9145787413631632780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2009/04/piano-with-missing-key-can-never-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/Sd2ypTSCIHI/AAAAAAAAAmY/41LglgHdy1Q/s72-c/missing_peace_by_burakyelman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-8429496707364956589</id><published>2009-04-07T07:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T07:37:59.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SdqP9YX1cBI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/0FaMcBJ-PL8/s1600-h/P280309_20.32%5B02%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SdqP9YX1cBI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/0FaMcBJ-PL8/s320/P280309_20.32%5B02%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321724194368876562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;One of the wackiest friend i owe. Longest too. he's a nice dude. But pretty irritating i can say; hahahah okay Ji??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See that Indian guy at the back in orange? He actually gave us ONE JAR of sugar just because syahir was asking for a plate of sugar VERY rudely. I guess this 'mama' felt offended so he so called return us in sarcastic manner by giving syahir the WHOLE jar of sugar. Hehehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Its 7.29 in the morning and i havent slept at all. Why? Basically because I'm suppose to meet the lovely seniors at lot one bustop around 9.am and yeap. Knowing who I am and that I'd probably not wake up sooooo I stupidly decided to NOT go to sleep. Hahahaha what can i say. Im a stupid person. I do stupid things, make stupid decisions and stupidly help stupid people do stupid things. So basically im stupid. Okay not that stupid but mayb a little low on the IQ part. Never did passed in the area before. Hmmm. Im weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay seriously i feel so weird right now. I feel so random and soooo not me. I have absolutely no idea why. Probably because i've been drowning myself with countless episodes of Grey's Anatomy. Good show must say. So many things about life and those 'little issues' that comes along with it. Okay seriously im junking right now. So im just gonna stop here and let us all hope that Teck Whye( not a school i know of) malay dance brings back at least a GOLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Im trying my best to pretend;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23350365-8429496707364956589?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/8429496707364956589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=8429496707364956589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/8429496707364956589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/8429496707364956589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-of-wackiest-friend-i-owe.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SdqP9YX1cBI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/0FaMcBJ-PL8/s72-c/P280309_20.32%5B02%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-9067368856172056407</id><published>2009-04-02T01:29:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T01:55:33.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SdOkmW_u09I/AAAAAAAAAmA/wi5F5jsOm7g/s1600-h/Delete_memories_by_Turtle_poetique.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SdOkmW_u09I/AAAAAAAAAmA/wi5F5jsOm7g/s320/Delete_memories_by_Turtle_poetique.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319776563769562066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Wouldnt it be easier if i could just press "a delete" button and erase away all the assy thingys that are happening in my life now? If i could really do that, woah. I'll be like down on my both knees and thanking Allah for it. But too bad, he gave us wits instead. So i guess this mean there's definitely no "delete" button. Awwww man. School's seriously starting soon and im nervous. Mum is very unreasonable. Dad is nagging in the dark. Brother is always busy with life (but nonetherless, always has time for his babysister :D, wait THIS sister) And my babysister is always frolicking in her own little world, cause well at the age of 10. Problems dont go looking for you. Both my grandparents is always sleeping in their room -_-". And myself? Hah. Dont mention it. I have too much to juggle in my own two hands. So dont bother. So you see. This is the reason why i want "a delete" button. Hahahahaha. Wouldnt that be nice :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another hand, IT IS NEVER NICE TO TELL YOUR FRIEND THAT YOU'VE MET WITH AN ACCIDENT AND EVERYONE IS LIKE PLAYING ALONG WITH THE PRANK AND THEN YOU SUDDENLY WALK OUT! MAMADDDD!!!!! YOU ASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHOOOOLLLLLEEE!!!! I'll get you back dude. Hahahaha i swear! Nanti kauuuu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha okay the story goes like this. In the afternoon, i recieved a msg from Mad. Claiming that it was from his mom and saying that he has met with a serious accident. So currently he's being warded unconcious at NUH Icu. Okay so at first i paniced like hell and called Fi. He said it was most probably a prank since its April's fool. Okay so i eased up a little. BUT when i was at Holland Village with sha, i called Mad's hp and Mael picked up. Saying that they were all at NUH visiting Mad. And i was like WHHHAAAATT???!!!! Then blablablabla. There i was feeling all guilty and stuff. So i threw away my food and went to get chips FOR MYSELF(not for you eh Mad) and proceeded to yew tee to meet them at Mc. So there i was at Mc, and the others were like, "Mane kau pergi??", "Die kat ward 42", "Nk ikot kite lawat die besok tk?". THERE I WAS feeling so guilty and almost in tears.... MAMAD APPEARED FROM THE TOILET!!!! HMPH!! So i beat him to death hahahah. Well not practically to death. Just hit him hard. Hahaha. SERVES YOU RIGHT! NOT FUNNY OKAY?? I was seriously worried okay. So people! N.O.T F.U.N.N.Y;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know im slow and "belo" and sooo naive and gulible to pranks. But when it comes to my friends getting hurt, I get all panicky and worried. Seriously guys, not funny okay. I even threw away my fave food okay :[ Korangggg.... tk baek tau.... nant korang.... JUST you wait *inserts evil face* MUAHAHAHAHAH! (okay no)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy April's Fool Folks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When it becomes so hard to let go, all I want is the future; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23350365-9067368856172056407?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/9067368856172056407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=9067368856172056407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/9067368856172056407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/9067368856172056407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2009/04/wouldnt-it-be-easier-if-i-could-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SdOkmW_u09I/AAAAAAAAAmA/wi5F5jsOm7g/s72-c/Delete_memories_by_Turtle_poetique.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-9097068717597081199</id><published>2009-03-30T15:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T16:16:00.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SdB_Fg0x6aI/AAAAAAAAAl4/9NnJ6qYcLDY/s1600-h/DSC00331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SdB_Fg0x6aI/AAAAAAAAAl4/9NnJ6qYcLDY/s320/DSC00331.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318890892611938722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Picture taken from kiddie's blog; (I want biceps! Hahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Okay so while waiting for the water to heat up, Ive decided to update this assy blog of mine. Hahahaha - Not funny eyy -_-" RIGHT! SO. Yesterday I went to "Kampung Jawa" with the family. First we ate and then went on for the search for the cloths. Okay lemme tell ya something, searching for "kain" is not that all easy. Espeacially when you have sooooo many to choose from. Finally we settled for one and so this year Raya, this family is gooooooiiiinnnggg: HAHAH not gonna say :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;After that I went off to Bedok for my interview :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;And guess what? I GOT IT! Yeay. Hehehe and my first lesson's gonna be next thursday, i think? Yeah. Okay I hope i wont laugh went my students call me "Miss Lyn" Hahahahah ouh man. Im gonna be sucha wacko teacher, that i can predict. Gd luck to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;So after that went to b.c to meet the others. Okay so i w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;anted to go home earlier but end up decided i had to wait cause they wanted to sing shukur a bday song since it is his birthday. (Eyyyy no fair man. EVERYone is like turning 17 already -_-) Sooo we sat like chickens and waited till 12, when it was 12...... TAdAAAA! Hahahah the funny part was we were "screened" cause obviously Fifi's makcik complained about us. Well technically it was shukur that got asked cause he was the oldest cause why?? HE JUST TURNED 17 LIKE 2 mins before that -_- hahahah pity pitttyyy. At least the police understand and told us to change our venue. Made our way to limbang, 7 diamonds(boring as hell) and then home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SdB_FFLgEgI/AAAAAAAAAlw/4ummo5JOaTc/s1600-h/CIMG2410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SdB_FFLgEgI/AAAAAAAAAlw/4ummo5JOaTc/s320/CIMG2410.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318890885191045634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;So Happy 17th Shukur, one more year till a legal Licsense -_-". Study hard and dont do stupid things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i need to shower now; AND i did showered in the morning already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23350365-9097068717597081199?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/9097068717597081199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=9097068717597081199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/9097068717597081199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/9097068717597081199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2009/03/picture-taken-from-kiddies-blog-i-want.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SdB_Fg0x6aI/AAAAAAAAAl4/9NnJ6qYcLDY/s72-c/DSC00331.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-1601381488439399745</id><published>2009-03-29T01:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T04:32:59.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/Sc5erK8gEZI/AAAAAAAAAlY/XCMoZ-BRPCE/s1600-h/DSC00063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/Sc5erK8gEZI/AAAAAAAAAlY/XCMoZ-BRPCE/s320/DSC00063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318292305736634770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Where do i go from here? I feel so lost. The thought of starting a whole new education experience in an entirely different atmosphere is definitely scaring the wits out of me. Well im sure its going to be a blast but having to adpat from 10 yrs of Stupid "classroom" to a whole new type of education system is well i just cant describe it. I for once, am not good in anticipating change. Changes like these usually gets me sick in the gut. Hahahah well I am not THAT independent, when it comes to things like this; I need sought out guidance :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And btw; Inside? It still hurts like hell. Why? cause I still find myself lingering in the shadows for memories of you. Yes it sucks to be me. BUT EH! I can say that being single is an AWEEESSSSOOOMMME thing! Why? Cause ladies I tell ya, you can look at all the decent cute and hot guys out there! Muahahahahah. There is absolutely no one to cast a judgement on that fact, why? Cause hell yeah; YOU are S.I.N.G.L.E! You can go out and come home at ANY time you want to (except if your parents has a curfew for you then thats too bad). You can be stupid and crazy and dont have to care what people thinks of you. You get to be all wacko with your COOLIO guyfriends and you can do ANYTHING you want too. Yeap the perks that comes with being a single.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, doesnt mean being attach is a bad thing. Its nice too. Why? Cause you have a very nice special someone to share all those wonderful things that life has to offer with. Isnt that nice? Well obviously there are more perks but I just dont know what else cause I aint got that "other half" yet. So I dont exactly know what else to say. Heeee. But i do remember one thing, you can be sooooo god damn frustrated with something but whenever you think of your half; all that frust will just wane away. (comes in handy when you're in my shoes right now ^_^)&lt;br /&gt;Now? Im slowly turning my back to you. And when my back's completely turn, it'll never come round again; ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOOkkkaaay. So attached ladies? Just enjoy and treasure what he has to offer. OH! And most importantly, love him for who he is. Cause he'll definitely love you no matter how horrible things turn out. And to the single ladies? Enjoy what life has to offer and stop searching for love, cause love will only come to those who wait and appreciate love's love. And that is; Life, which! is given to us by Allah. So LOVE IT! LLOOOOOVVVVEEE IIIITTTTTT!!! Okay so i had my moment of righteousness. again. hehehe. Lyn, lyyynnn. You think too much. STOP IT! Not healthy okay? Now im talking to myself -_-" Ouh and west coast with the peeps was AWEESOOMEE! Happy Birthday Mira! and of course Nunu too ^_^. OI! I wanna be seventeen ALSO!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does the thoughts you still evanesce my frusts? &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;yes it does&lt;/span&gt;; I just want so badly to move on. Cant.&lt;br /&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/23350365-1601381488439399745?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/1601381488439399745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=1601381488439399745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/1601381488439399745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/1601381488439399745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2009/03/where-do-i-go-from-here-i-feel-so-lost.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/Sc5erK8gEZI/AAAAAAAAAlY/XCMoZ-BRPCE/s72-c/DSC00063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-7154680138489718846</id><published>2009-03-27T05:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T06:04:38.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/Scv5c_OveiI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/YXaBOieKjWw/s1600-h/CIMG2420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/Scv5c_OveiI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/YXaBOieKjWw/s320/CIMG2420.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317618061445921314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I still have no idea why i have such "kembang nose" and really huge eyes. And fyi, the "kembangness" of the nose is automatic okay. So please folks, stop telling me to NOT expand my nose cause I have absolutely no clue at all when and where it will "kembang". It comes with my reactions i suppose. And if you'd notice I for once, AM someone FULL of reactions. hahahaha. SO beWARE! hahah -_-". My eyes? I just love them. hahahah. so huge and round, just like my face -_- hmmm.. okay enough about features.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so this is so random cause you know why? Its 5.56 am and i still havent shut my eyes yet. Stupid I know. But what to do? I have soooooo many things to prepare. heheh. Ooo and to my coolio peeps who are definitely waiting for pictures. Im really sorry for the delay but here's the thing. The stupid email wont allow we to upload all 150 compressed files so i'll have to think of another way. so sooooooooooooooooo sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one other thing; FCUK! Since being on medication, I've noticed myself to be pretty jumpy most of the time. I have no idea why but yeap. I keep throwing my anger on people. Soooowwwweeeyyy :D Not my fault ok? Blame those pills. They SUCK. And Mael for the last time, they are not "gula-gula" eh.. Tkmo anyhow eh.. Hah okay I have nothing else to say and I really want to get some shut eye right now. Seriously. Like Now. ZzzzzZzzzzzzzzzzzzzz get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah; Is that all? Nooooo&lt;br /&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/23350365-7154680138489718846?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/7154680138489718846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=7154680138489718846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/7154680138489718846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/7154680138489718846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-still-have-no-idea-why-i-have-such.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/Scv5c_OveiI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/YXaBOieKjWw/s72-c/CIMG2420.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-7104119754732695297</id><published>2009-03-22T02:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T03:16:13.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/ScU5O75vJeI/AAAAAAAAAlI/JZYx8jCf48Y/s1600-h/while_her_lips_are_still_red_by_bittersweetvenom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/ScU5O75vJeI/AAAAAAAAAlI/JZYx8jCf48Y/s320/while_her_lips_are_still_red_by_bittersweetvenom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315717863941547490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I love taking walks all alone during the wee morning hours. Why? Cause there's usually no one around and the morning/night breeze always loosens up the tension going on inside me. While walking about, i realise somethings. Although somethings are still amiss to me, but still after taking it in slowly about what pan said. I guess he was right after all. (hey i didnt know peanuts are so nice. hahah) So what if things are going so bad here for me. So what if im blah blah blah. So what if i got my heartbroken so badly. What matters is what the mind thinks. If the mind says it so, then the whole body would certainly go along. I know very well that things here are pretty prrreeeettty bad. With people anti-socializing themselves and pointing fingers at each other, WAIT correction. POINTING FINGERS AT ME. Yeah thats true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided that i have had enough of fretting and frowning and crying. All i want is to have my life back. I want my life back even before "you" happened. I cant always hesitate on moving on. If it was meant to be, it was. Although it hurts a little bit to see you most of the time and i have to pretend that there is absolutely nothing going on. But still time has taken its part, and moving on must be an option. No matter how badly i dont want to move foward. I guess i have to no matter what the situation is. And if things at home are so revaulting, then i have every right to shut up and not b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;other about it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Thanks Pan; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;All life's a maze and time surely does falls away but these small hours will always remain;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/23350365-7104119754732695297?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/7104119754732695297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=7104119754732695297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/7104119754732695297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/7104119754732695297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-love-taking-walks-all-alone-during.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/ScU5O75vJeI/AAAAAAAAAlI/JZYx8jCf48Y/s72-c/while_her_lips_are_still_red_by_bittersweetvenom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-2026644358095657927</id><published>2009-03-20T02:56:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T03:43:04.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/ScKV3U6OXdI/AAAAAAAAAk4/no82dWZjuYQ/s1600-h/CIMG2408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314975287988870610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/ScKV3U6OXdI/AAAAAAAAAk4/no82dWZjuYQ/s320/CIMG2408.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/ScKV3KiOj1I/AAAAAAAAAkw/QXFNdajnjKk/s1600-h/CIMG2406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314975285203865426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/ScKV3KiOj1I/AAAAAAAAAkw/QXFNdajnjKk/s320/CIMG2406.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I had an awesome time today with these wackos. Well obviously there are more pictures to be uploaded but I'll do 2 first and the rest some other time when I dont feel a little less like shyet. Okay everything today was nothing but perfect except for the fact that i feel like shit inside. Seriously, i have no idea why i felt so "jelly-like" towards the middle part of today. I guess it all started after i started to cough my ass off. Then shortly after that started, i ran to the toilet and gagged out "transparent vomit" &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;plus a little bit of erm 'red'.&lt;/span&gt; Okay after that then i started to feel soooo weak. I even had the urge to collapse on the side of the pathway and sleep there =.= Woah. I was really tired man. Okay even now im still tired AS HELL. But when you have insomnia, you cant sleep NO MATTER how tired and lethargic you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;Now there is defintely a reason why I feel like shit now. Well that reason leads to me not having the "umph" to upload the rest of the pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;When one thinks of nothing but his or her problems, one slips away from the world and will slowly be drawn towards the fatigueness of giving up WHICH will eventually leads to giving up everything that he or she loves and treasures. And this is where the word "depression" sets in. One will sink into deep DEEP depression and he or she will be kept farther away from the world. After that, there is only one possibly "HUMANE" way for one to get out of this shit hole. Either stand up to everything or give up and give in, which will lead one to have TB because he or she has kept too much inside and as a result, it burns everything inside. Here is where he or she will have to choose between Fantasy and Reality. Either one stays in Fantasy and indulge oneself with obselte illusions and lies, keeps on denying the obvious. And that everything is in fact not true. Or face with reality and have one's heart battered and brusied. And keep on trying every single day to be rid of all those issues. He or she cries oneself to sleep every single day and take in all those dissonant emotions and keep it in. As a result, one gets sick and gets TB. One feels so empty and shrouded with sorrow that crying is the one solution that'll bring back the pea to the pod. One now has to choose, Fake faaake fantasy or bitter reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;Day in and day out. All i could do is sit and think of nothing else BUT my issues. Peple say that I think too much. But does it help that I cannot do anything BUT think of them. I dont neglect them just like that. I made soo many mistakes and Im sure as ever that i really regretted of doing so. Everyday i pray that all of this was a lie and that i dont actually posses all of these so called issues. Everyday i pray that "that day" never happened and that everything was still perfect and my picture is still a whole. Everyday i pray that my life was a big lie so that I can change the truth. Everyday i pray that i dont have this sickness. Everyday i pray that i would be strong enough to overcome all of this shitholes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314982839209976770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/ScKcu3ZoY8I/AAAAAAAAAlA/wzUc9Rbs56M/s320/CIMG2464.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;Thank you yan for the ear :] I know that you have always been my punching bag and that no matter how bad my issues have become, you never stopped being my punching bag ( and i mean literally my punching bag, hahaha ) Thanks dude. At least I know that someone do apprectiate my presence in this damned planet. Your gf is one lucky babe :D And im lucky enough to be your un-related sister. hahahahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#993300;"&gt;And everyday i pray that i will never stop thinking of you even though i know very well that you dont think of me at all;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23350365-2026644358095657927?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/2026644358095657927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=2026644358095657927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/2026644358095657927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/2026644358095657927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-had-awesome-time-today-with-these.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/ScKV3U6OXdI/AAAAAAAAAk4/no82dWZjuYQ/s72-c/CIMG2408.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-8443042274897351506</id><published>2009-03-13T01:23:00.025+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T04:26:37.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;Okay folks listen up. Today is gonna be one really AWESOME post. Hahahahah. Naaaaah kidding. OKay last start with what happened yesterday. Went to RP for enrolement with Afifi and Syahir and his mum. So met at ard 11. Blah blah.. did all the paperwork and stuff. Here comes the unexpected part. Okay so Afifi and I were like walking around the Laptop roadshow and he went to ask this "kakak" about the installments thingy if we wanted to purchase a laptop. So after a few questions, we got really keen into it and decided. "EH?! Cm boleee je. Cpat call our parents!" Or something like that hahah. I cant remember. So after calling our mummmeeehs. They agreed and we signed up for the installment plan and queued for THREE GOD DAMN HOURS. Blah blah blaaaah and TAdaaaa! We left RP with 2 big recycled bags filled with a brand new notebook :D ( Padehal bile masok RP, "eeeeeehhh siak uh, stress siol. semue dh beli laptop.") Hahahah yeah right.&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;And here comes the AWESOME PART!! When i said AWESOME i wasnt kidding. Mehehehehe. Post first then pictures yeah? Okay so lets start from the top. First met Farhan at Yew tee at ard 230 and made our way to Pasir Ris. Otw, met with his cousin and then off we go. The train ride to Pasir Ris seriously took like FOREVER -_-" I cant stand long rides. Buhhh. K so when we finally arrived at PasirRis I told Farhan about the Meet and Greet passes and we became more enthusiastic. Its like adding more chilli to an already spicy gourmet. WOAAHH. Okay so went to BK to buy our meals and ate outside D'Marquee. Hahah okay the funny part was that we actually thought that the crowd was going to be pathetic cause we didnt see and "outstanding" people on the way there. And the queue wasnt that long when we arrived. So we waited and waited. OUH YEAH. There's this really realllyyyy Extremely CUTE GUY in red and blue shirt. Seriously, he's like sooo sweet. Hahahaah I think its the smile and the small eyes. I was like "Farhan! Look at the cute guy" or "Aiyooo Farhan cute giler sak dekni!" every single time he caught my sight. Mahahahah. Okay lyn very "gatal". Hehehe. Eh i wasnt the only one scouting around for gorgeous people. Eh peanut? Hahaha. Soooo when we finally got in, we immediately rushed to the front and got ourselves a good spot. Which was like only inches away from the stage. We wanted the Hoody but it costs a whole lot so canceled. Anyways, the whole concert was delayed like 45 mins but no matter cause why?? Guess what. the opening act was;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SblY_RNQ6RI/AAAAAAAAAhA/H3ssoF5HOCA/s1600-h/CIMG2324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312375079434250514" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SblY_RNQ6RI/AAAAAAAAAhA/H3ssoF5HOCA/s320/CIMG2324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SblazIOhthI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/nW5-WhKhzDk/s1600-h/CIMG2335.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SblZAIHqYsI/AAAAAAAAAhI/Pzpg6YM6bmM/s1600-h/CIMG2328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312375094174704322" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SblZAIHqYsI/AAAAAAAAAhI/Pzpg6YM6bmM/s320/CIMG2328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;A VACANT AFFAIR!!!! YEAAAAHHH!!!! Hahahaha and i was like JOSHUA!! I LOVE YOU -_-". So they did a total of four songs and they were.. AWESOME!! And after that, the moment we've all been waiting for, the crowd was like chanting the Band's name. Andddddd.. BOOM! They kicked off the set with You better pray and everyone started moving and moshing. Both of us were like seriously squashed in between people. Here and there people were like screaming and screeching.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312396012905345650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SblsBwdssnI/AAAAAAAAAkg/jiCXvBbLzbA/s320/CIMG2358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Now dont lie to me to say that this dude is just sooo awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/Sblc2RDN-fI/AAAAAAAAAhw/i-A0yCO0XTM/s1600-h/CIMG2342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312379322819803634" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/Sblc2RDN-fI/AAAAAAAAAhw/i-A0yCO0XTM/s320/CIMG2342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SblcBE_jP6I/AAAAAAAAAho/9aTVhpLwEus/s1600-h/CIMG2345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312378409050128290" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SblcBE_jP6I/AAAAAAAAAho/9aTVhpLwEus/s320/CIMG2345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SblcAsvQlwI/AAAAAAAAAhg/XrYtmJNDVSs/s1600-h/CIMG2341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312378402539345666" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SblcAsvQlwI/AAAAAAAAAhg/XrYtmJNDVSs/s320/CIMG2341.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SblbUPqA53I/AAAAAAAAAhY/64EwmvLzc30/s1600-h/CIMG2338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312377638818473842" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SblbUPqA53I/AAAAAAAAAhY/64EwmvLzc30/s320/CIMG2338.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SbldivFt6lI/AAAAAAAAAiI/NKA-TNWiSGg/s1600-h/CIMG2349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312380086797593170" style="WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SbldivFt6lI/AAAAAAAAAiI/NKA-TNWiSGg/s320/CIMG2349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SbldiRMX0yI/AAAAAAAAAiA/Vb7H8_ASDMw/s1600-h/CIMG2348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312380078772441890" style="WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SbldiRMX0yI/AAAAAAAAAiA/Vb7H8_ASDMw/s320/CIMG2348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RED JUMPSUIT APPARATUS PEOPLE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SblhvPEIQII/AAAAAAAAAiw/cBXzoDw0VDU/s1600-h/CIMG2363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312384699585806466" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SblhvPEIQII/AAAAAAAAAiw/cBXzoDw0VDU/s320/CIMG2363.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SblhuuUojUI/AAAAAAAAAio/Adlqsbkt_nk/s1600-h/CIMG2361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312384690796662082" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SblhuuUojUI/AAAAAAAAAio/Adlqsbkt_nk/s320/CIMG2361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/Sbli7t5WSxI/AAAAAAAAAi4/1FUDs-HlOn0/s1600-h/CIMG2371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312386013532146450" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/Sbli7t5WSxI/AAAAAAAAAi4/1FUDs-HlOn0/s320/CIMG2371.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/Sbli8BNhEGI/AAAAAAAAAjA/4apIwN2mhaE/s1600-h/CIMG2372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312386018717012066" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/Sbli8BNhEGI/AAAAAAAAAjA/4apIwN2mhaE/s320/CIMG2372.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312387800774322050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/Sblkjv5Fp4I/AAAAAAAAAjI/W9hUInwbBMM/s320/CIMG2377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;The songs they played were as such; You better Pray, False pretense, (I cant rmmbr this one), Cat and Mouse, I think it was Pen and Paper or Damn regret, Face down, Your guardian angel and The Grim Goodbye (My fave :D) I seriously loved the last song cause thats when both of us join the mosh circle. The people were NUTS! Seriously! And i didnt really imagined that i would actually participate in a mosh crowd that was this violent. Omg. no no nooo. but i did and the result to that isss.. TONS and TONS of Bruises all over my body. I was kicked, punced, STEPPED ON (imagine that) and knocked on the head by Farhan -_-", well the works! And i think i even have the map of Singapore planted on the back of body. Its like seriously there. You can really see the outline of black and blue. I think i seriously lost myself in the midst of all the brutality. Its like one blow to the head and poof! I was lost. Okay enough chat. Time for the meet and greet!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312388564225262962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SbllQL9-hXI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/0dPGEGHrm4M/s320/CIMG2379.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Isnt' he just soooo cute? :D (and i look so smelly -_-")&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SblmMFOyUuI/AAAAAAAAAjY/8P6l1bbpLlw/s1600-h/CIMG2380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312389593208869602" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SblmMFOyUuI/AAAAAAAAAjY/8P6l1bbpLlw/s320/CIMG2380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SblmMipsuUI/AAAAAAAAAjg/lTKmYC1s69s/s1600-h/CIMG2381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312389601106377026" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SblmMipsuUI/AAAAAAAAAjg/lTKmYC1s69s/s320/CIMG2381.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The coolest dude ever :D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312390632927055522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SblnIme6zqI/AAAAAAAAAjo/-r6hwf7iuVw/s320/CIMG2382.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The shibby drummer :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312391649981881410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SbloDzTr3EI/AAAAAAAAAj4/ldT-zY2bFow/s320/CIMG2384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He's a security Guard but he's like HUMONGOUSLY HUGE!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SblpddcFbgI/AAAAAAAAAkA/2tz2mSUzMPo/s1600-h/CIMG2383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312393190299758082" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SblpddcFbgI/AAAAAAAAAkA/2tz2mSUzMPo/s320/CIMG2383.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SblpdXT0goI/AAAAAAAAAkI/7Rgeeg0r4Zg/s1600-h/CIMG2385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312393188654482050" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SblpdXT0goI/AAAAAAAAAkI/7Rgeeg0r4Zg/s320/CIMG2385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;The Bassist and Drummer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SblqtfPONeI/AAAAAAAAAkY/jOX54f2P9Co/s1600-h/CIMG2388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312394565172213218" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SblqtfPONeI/AAAAAAAAAkY/jOX54f2P9Co/s320/CIMG2388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SblqtL8RVuI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/S4jfpZUh3Sc/s1600-h/CIMG2387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312394559992452834" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SblqtL8RVuI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/S4jfpZUh3Sc/s320/CIMG2387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000000;"&gt;Group Photo :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;Okay Overall I had an AWESOMELY TERRIFIC TIME! It was seriously awwwweeesssooome. I had fun, i got to punch and kick people and i got hugs from one of the hottest band folks. Hahahah I couldnt wish for a better Tuesday then this man. Well I guess i was seriously happy that day. I didnt fret nor complained. Neither did i thought about any of my insanities. All i thought about was to have a ball of a time with one of my greatest guyfriends. Thanks peanut! Hahahah. Oh yeah dude you owe me some pics :D I hope you got to release as much as i Did. All i can say is; I HAD AN AWESOME TIME! (k i cant stop saying awesome here) ^_^V&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/23350365-8443042274897351506?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/8443042274897351506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=8443042274897351506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/8443042274897351506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/8443042274897351506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2009/03/okay-folks-listen-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SblY_RNQ6RI/AAAAAAAAAhA/H3ssoF5HOCA/s72-c/CIMG2324.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-1796412259434780603</id><published>2009-03-07T02:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T03:43:14.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SbFt8iW0hSI/AAAAAAAAAgo/qWYDzrJt3DY/s1600-h/Swing_by_naupliosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SbFt8iW0hSI/AAAAAAAAAgo/qWYDzrJt3DY/s320/Swing_by_naupliosa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310146322428626210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish i could sit on a swing and swing all my troubles away. Unfortunately when you're turning 17 and you're me; problems don't just swing away from your life. What to do, what to do. So many different ways i've tried. Yet, every single one of them failed to make me feel whats the word? Ermmm.. Thats right "happy" again. No more "ecstatications" for me no longer. I want to laugh and mean it. I want to make stupid jokes and actually laugh at them cause no one usually does. I want to talk all the time and make people wonder at how much i can actually talk without stopping. I want to eat soooo much so that I dont look as if i conceive drugs. I want to wake up every morning and actually say to myself that, "Hey I love my life and no amount of money in the world could be set up to it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad now, I just want to get out of this mess! I hate it here! I would give anything to trade my life for another. ( Okay actually no; Im just being impetuos here. bare with me ) I soooo wish for a strong up-right being to be right by my side now. Someone who would say that things are okay although it clearly seems otherwise. Someone who would say that he'll stick by me no matter how brutal things'll get. Someone who could make me feel all better after a bad flict here only by saying; Things'll get better cause here I am, and all that matters is you.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what? That'll never happen. Looks like i'll have to go through this the "Human way"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "human way" means the real way in fantasy. Whereby i've always been busy endulging myself into. Now i know that fantasys and me dont go well hand in hand. It only exsits for a brief moment of time. I dont belong to that group of people where life is always peaches and creams and that problems are tiny specks of dust that you could just blow away. For me, my problems are huge boulders that i'll have to push away slowly, one timid push at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay look, on a little brighter side; I've won myself a pair of tickets to watch Red Jumpsuit Apparatus Live :D Okay now there's something for me to grin about :DDD Now wait, another thing is. Who the hell am i going to give the other ticket to? -_-". Brother? He'll be at camp. Or sheek? Mayb i'll give it to peanut, since he's the one who hasnt asked me ever since ive gotten those tics in my grasps. Pan, you want? Hahahahahah. Or maybe i'll just do it the fair way. "EINEY MEENEEY MIINENEEEY MOOOO!"&lt;br /&gt;I've got to get a grip of myself!!!! Okay Im working later -_-" and not at westmall but the other job at Suntec city. Oh my damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Youre not the worst of my problems now. I have bigger troubles;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23350365-1796412259434780603?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/1796412259434780603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=1796412259434780603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/1796412259434780603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/1796412259434780603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-i-wish-i-could-sit-on-swing-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SbFt8iW0hSI/AAAAAAAAAgo/qWYDzrJt3DY/s72-c/Swing_by_naupliosa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-6664173174785866837</id><published>2009-03-06T03:17:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T03:38:46.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SbAlfZ39jtI/AAAAAAAAAgg/LQeERQwX6gs/s1600-h/Waiting__by_SilverMercury.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SbAlfZ39jtI/AAAAAAAAAgg/LQeERQwX6gs/s320/Waiting__by_SilverMercury.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309785182121594578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I'm tired of always not being able to sleep at night and having my own insomnia problems. I'm tired of not being able to sleep just because my mind is always full of unsettled thoughts. I'm tired of not being able to sleep just because my mind is full of thoughts of you. I'm tired of not being able to sleep becuase I am always thinking of ways to figure everything out. Figure out about whats really happening back then, and right now. About wether what they all said was true. Which by right are probably 90% true. Why? Cause people dont normally lie about this sort of things. Which I dont think these people would want to lie either because what came out from their mouths, really caught me till the deep end. Its not funny at all because I sure wasted a lot of tears for that. It has been only recent that crying is no longer a stranger to me. Crying is the only thing that I could rely on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of trying every single minute of my life now just to piece back these broken AND missing puzzle pieces. I no longer have any idea on where to look to get those pieces back together as a whole perfect picture anymore. I've run out of temporary excuses for myself, that all of this is going to be worth it in the end. I've run out of reasons to lie to myself anymore just to keep you alive inside of me. I am sick of having you randomly popping up in my head and then disappear whenever I get snapped back into reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I swear that if you lift my chest to hear my heart beating, you'll hear the ocean instead of the beating. There's no one there but me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23350365-6664173174785866837?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/6664173174785866837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=6664173174785866837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/6664173174785866837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/6664173174785866837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-tired-of-always-not-being-able-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SbAlfZ39jtI/AAAAAAAAAgg/LQeERQwX6gs/s72-c/Waiting__by_SilverMercury.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-2252905214965664126</id><published>2009-03-02T12:43:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T13:03:42.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Just when i thought things got better; it took a big coner turn for the worst -_- FUCK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Okay actually not everything is sucky right now. Heheh. First up, yes since im still updating from my room so this means im still here. Yeah, still high flying in Singapore. (well now i regreted for not going -_-) But the festive for the "going" was nice though. The food, the people, Well thx anyway. And even if i'd go, a lot of people seriously have no idea that i'd left. No goodbyes, no nothing. Now thats bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Next, Saturday went for one last jamming right before the audition for the next day. So it took quite some time to get the effects set to the right one. And after that, my keyboard fell -_-" (people, woodlands jam studia is haunted), not only that, the drum was not stable and it kept on moving and moving. The crash fell, the symbol toppled. It was awful. But still at the end we did one last set. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;So when Sunday came; i woke up at 945 and was like "WTF! LAMBAT!!!". OKay so i rushed myself and was about to leave the house when bob called. Bought the sardine and peach tea, waited for him downstairs and met up and off to cck to meet fendi. Okay hahahahah, the time that we were suppose to meet was 10.30 and guess what? Hahah some came at 11.30 and the rest even better, after we went ahead first, the rest were suppose to meet us there by 12.30 since our slot was 12.40 AND they all arrived at 12.45. Wahahahah. Well like they said, "Last minute heroes maaaahh". Audition? heheheh it went okay except for the sound control and stuff. Hmmmm.. The judge with the purple shirt loved us :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;After that we left the building praying hard that we'd pull through. Well results are on the 8th of march. Headed on to O.C to meet up with Nisa and into ljs. Some ate while others sat and stare. After that Ajul treated us 7 eleven. Thx :] Then Zul and Nisa went off and the rest headed of for pool. I learned pool :D hahaha -_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Went of with bob first and sat home all the way till 10 plus till harith msged. Met him and acap at yew tee and off to vending. No one was there -_-". After acap left, it was only 2 of us left and we were like "duuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhh -_-" Walked here, walked there. ouh and farhan? why in the world u sleep with the window opened? you are one brave dude man. Yeah k so went to 7 eleven and bought the cookie. And we settled down under my void deck. Sat and talked till like late. went home and ate  and sleep. okay done;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you one stupid asshole -_-"&lt;br /&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/23350365-2252905214965664126?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/2252905214965664126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=2252905214965664126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/2252905214965664126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/2252905214965664126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-when-i-thought-things-got-better.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-8948933239933037483</id><published>2009-02-19T17:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T18:50:03.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304458304516239986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SZ04uUaPsnI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/dgI4hMhFJtM/s320/DSC00508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SZ049fZx95I/AAAAAAAAAgY/nqXvs9HmPEo/s1600-h/DSC00529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304458565165119378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SZ049fZx95I/AAAAAAAAAgY/nqXvs9HmPEo/s320/DSC00529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now i realise that i frown more then the usual smiles. Why the hell?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;There have been times where i miss being able to smile at anyone i see and show off these freakishly large cheeks of mine to them. I wouldnt care wether they wanted to smile back or what. What matters was i that i could share with them how happy my life was. That was why i smiled or laughed for no reason. I miss drawing thick eyeliners because i felt like it. I miss "inflating my nose" for fun in public just for the thrill of it. And making people laugh by just laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;But now, i dont see the need to smile at random people because i dont have the mood to. Since there is nothing happy about my life to share to people anymore. I dont smile or laugh for no reason no more. I dont draw thick eyeliners no more. I dont inflate my nose no more. Why? All because im not in the right mood or i just got out of a very bad fight from home. The squabbles between them. The unreasonable rantings from them. The always "blaming lyn for my own mistakes cause im too stressed out and other people deserve my stress" thing. Or the "im so damn stressed at work cause my job sucks and i want to stop work and start a new career as a LOWLIFEASSHOLE" kicks in. Or even worse, when the "im so fed up with all this shit so lets just sell this house at a very low price cause its recessions period and i dont care about the loss im about to recieve because im making rash decisions now" thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663366;"&gt;Now whenever i leave the house, i'll have to hide my enormous eyes with specs just to cover up my darkcircles that are rapidly forming due to my lack of sleep. -_-" Now tell me why the FUCK is there any reason for me to smile or laugh for fun?? And to add up? I probably did the biggest mistake of my life by agreeing to let go something soooo _________. Yeah. Im a doofuss i know. The biggest damn doofuss there is. GOD i just feel like taking that flight ticket on the 27th and run away from all this shit. There is seriously no where else for me to confide to. No where but here, cause i know people wouldnt normally read the entire post. Do they? Fuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Would belgium be a good idea? hell yeah it is. But it wouldnt be right to run away. Still, the temptation to run is so huge right now.&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/23350365-8948933239933037483?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/8948933239933037483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=8948933239933037483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/8948933239933037483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/8948933239933037483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2009/02/now-i-realised-that-i-frown-more-then.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SZ04uUaPsnI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/dgI4hMhFJtM/s72-c/DSC00508.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-4213516811676195773</id><published>2009-02-16T14:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T15:13:21.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Few words that i can think of that simply describe me now;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;dejected, desolate, dispirited, down, downcast, downhearted, dull, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;dysphoric&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, gloomy, heavy-hearted, low, melancholic, melancholy, sad, spiritless, tristful, unhappy, wistful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Okay that's it. cant think of anymore. Woah i never knew that one word can be chained onto another and another and another. All of these simply = Depressed. There simple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51);"&gt;I've been a little bit on the moo2 side lately. Okay fine not a bit, a lot okay? yeah. Why? Let me ask you. Why so nosy? Hah okay. right, now im talking to myself. Answering my own questions -_-". This really shows that im really going bollocks! Anyone care to give me therapy? But i wont pay you. Hahah. Just think of it as helping someone who always laugh and that now? It is as if her laughter was stolen or something like that. So she's only asking for anyone to give her back her laughter. Baaahh.. wth, she doesnt need help. She's an independent being. Always have and always will. She can get it back on her own. i sure hope so;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Okay want to know something stupid that i did? I burned all the songs that ive written :D Ohhhh..... Isnt that cute? Now im all out of songs. And i cant remember any of them. EXCEPT one. One very erm, personal and *DEEP* song. Hah. Okay now i realised that i did something so moronic -_-". Since i cant light something else... i light up my entire songbook :D And now i cant stop listening to this song that is on my blog. "Us against the world by Christina Millian" If only i have the guts to do so; i would acoustify this song and erm. Naahh i'll probably be too afraid to sing it to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im still waiting 4 orders to come in. Out of all the agony, i bought a total of FOUR items online :D but the thing is, none of them has reached me yet -_-" AND i wanna go see RJA~ go go go! Now the only thing left, is to get the tickets. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&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/23350365-4213516811676195773?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/4213516811676195773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=4213516811676195773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/4213516811676195773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/4213516811676195773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2009/02/few-words-that-i-can-think-of-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-6443462799367666381</id><published>2009-02-16T02:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T03:11:11.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Lemme just say, today okay meaning yesterday; was one of the erm SHEYTIEST day of my life. Now that EVERYONE has known this ONE thing which I totally resent others from doing so but ACTUALLY i myself am doing it; *siigghhhhs*. I guess this means i have to stop, WHICH i think i offically did like 4 hours ago because seeing the look on everyone's faces. Sorry yan, i know youre like one of them who's like majorly disappointed. The others? I dont know. OKAY OKAY OKAY I KNOW I KNOW. NO MORE no more no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-_-" now that aside. I ate so much today. Lets list down the dishes; First went to eat at Brickworks with family and i ate Mee Kuah plus 2 other things earlier which i cant remember. Then after that, met yan and fhiez at void deck and proceeded on to yew tee WHICH i bought a mcspicy meal AND nasi goreng kampung. Also bubble tea. Altogether i ate the about 3/4 of the mcspicy since i shared it with everyone and 3/4 of the nasi goreng kampung.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Woah thats a total of 5 MAIN dishes in less then 3 hrs. Oh my god??!! EH I eat when i get stressed up -_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So i guess we are really moving. But to which destrict? That is not confirmed yet. Both my parents have got it all wrong. They really think that by;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OKAY i have enough of seeing or hearing or repeating what is happening behind these walls of my house. Everything is going so damn bad. Its like a total CHOAS. And whats worst? I AM FORCED to be the center person and EVERYTHING is pushed to me. wtf? Dont they have at least the integrity to just admit their mistakes which has become the root of this thing thats currently occuring here. hello? Im the kid here? you guys are the adult. Get real please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;and that is the reason why i turned to those; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23350365-6443462799367666381?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/6443462799367666381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=6443462799367666381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/6443462799367666381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/6443462799367666381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2009/02/lemme-just-say-today-okay-meaning.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-3309956793939019552</id><published>2009-02-14T02:01:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T02:20:10.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;What i did on my friday; okay wait, firstly 2 secrets of mine got out. One is told by someone, welll the other? I simply just show it to everyone. cause seriously, its getting harder for me to hide this second secret. OKay the first one wasnt suppose to get out, since it already has.. omg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lemme sum this up real quick; Today was an "okay" day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Okay done -_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;What is today? Well folks its the 14th of Febuary and to most people its known as Valentines Day. Yeaaaaaaahhh =_=" A day of so called "love" awwww so sweet. Nottt.. BUT for me, it's yet just another date that happens to fall on a Saturday and town will definitely be crawling with couples. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hahahaha! wanna know the funny part? Im known as cupid, the so called "love-angel" but hey sorry, this little angel aint so good with love. So apparently this cupid is a love-less angel. Woaaahh, why in the world i picked cupid? Since im cupid? Cupid cant strike me.. ouhhh mann.. Okay now im just blabbering to myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Happy 14th of Febuary to you folks and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO BOTH MY GRANDPA AND AQMAL!!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you are always the first person that comes to mind everytime i wake up in the morning;&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/23350365-3309956793939019552?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/3309956793939019552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=3309956793939019552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/3309956793939019552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/3309956793939019552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-i-did-on-my-friday-okay-wait.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-1639354801492112411</id><published>2009-02-12T22:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T09:16:27.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Heyyo. So brother just left for Brunei and he'll be gone for a whole TWO GOD DAMN WEEKS :[ Have a safe trip to and back asshole. Please dont bring back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;UNNECCESSARY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; items or things or whatever it maybe. Eheh; but do bring me back a nice lil souvenier :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SZTJCFH1NLI/AAAAAAAAAf4/zAmcRFfAnFE/s1600-h/DSC00022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SZTJCFH1NLI/AAAAAAAAAf4/zAmcRFfAnFE/s320/DSC00022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302083698893862066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Why the hell was my eyeliner so thick? -his fault&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I have absolutely no idea that the morning breeze is just so nice up till now. Its 8.31 in the morning and im already up and sitting at my balcony watching MTV and having the window opened up wide so as to let free breezes blow soothingly in ^_^ and me here updating so randomly about unrelated winds in the morning -_-" Im goinng crazy here and no one knows.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad is almost getting serious about moving again. He said he wanted to try Teck Whye area and i said, "if you want yaya to grow up to be like a pathetic low life bitch whose hobby is rebeling at everything you and mom says then go ahead and be my guest". And then he said he wanted to try woodlands, and brother said, "what the hell?". And then he said what about choa chu kang, and both me and brother said, "whats the point of moving then if we're just moving a few bustops away -_-". And then finally dad said, "I guess yew tee's blk 601 is a good place to stay". &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I bet its not going to be too long before dad brings up this matter about moving house again. I guess im gonna have to find out more about other neighbourhoods and the stench on them. Muahahahaha cause I SO dont wanna move. Why? here's why ;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number One: I'll have to pack ALOT of stuff into boxes and that'll mean Dust and trouble. (Im allergic to dust in case you're wondering)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Number Two: Im gonna loose ALOT of stuff because I am SURE i wont be able to remember where i've placed them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Number Three: I have already gotten myself attached to this freaking neighbourhood and leaving yew tee is just gonna be too much of a hassle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Number Four: We'll probably gonna move far away and that means i wont be able to sneak of to yew tee CC's carpark at night anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Number Five: Well number five is a personal reason. So just be aware that there IS a reason number five. Okay? yeah.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;So I've given my reasons on why i dont wanna move. By giving reasons doesnt mean im being a knocked up-picky-spoilt-unreasonable-bitch. By giving reasons doesnt mean im not agreeable with the suggestion. Giving reasons simply means I have my own perspective that I'd like to share. It means that im just using my brain that was given to me. It means i know how to think and im not just some mindless bimbo that just sees an "apple" and says that its an "apple" just because a few people says it is so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;See now im posting like some know-it-all and I've most probably irritated a few readers already. Hahahahah im just trying to sound obnoxious for a change and i realised that its so god damn tiring being obnoxious. Woah i wonder how'd they do it? hmmm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23350365-1639354801492112411?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/1639354801492112411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=1639354801492112411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/1639354801492112411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/1639354801492112411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2009/02/heyyo.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SZTJCFH1NLI/AAAAAAAAAf4/zAmcRFfAnFE/s72-c/DSC00022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-4224503887654559207</id><published>2009-02-07T16:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T19:58:49.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Since my previous post was all about my Fck-ed up feelings, so now im gonna blog for real. Hahahaha. Okay okay okay lemme see;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets start with what's happen so far. Okay so I was posted to Republic Polytechnic under the SIT course which is Integrated Digital Media. Hahaha looks like this family's gonna have an endless line of kids doing game-related courses in polytechnic. Bwahaha what's so ironic bout this entire thing is that i use to laugh at my brother for being in the course he was in at NYP last time and NOW I MYSELF am gonna undergo the same process that he went through -_- bummer. Naaaahh what the heck. AND since then, i've been receiving endless comments by common stereo-types saying that blablabla this this that?? -_- common man. Cut me some slack people its still a GOD FORSAKEN DIPLOMAAA!!?? GOSH! People and their stinking "tabloid-manipulated" views. Ooookaaayy now im almost talking like them. hmmm? that would suck soo much. Okay now im just talking crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so i realise that yew tee has so much to offer its residence here. Hahahaha. Why? cause the view at night is simply breath-taking! Thats right, move to yew tee. Heheee. Serious shit. hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23350365-4224503887654559207?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/4224503887654559207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=4224503887654559207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/4224503887654559207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/4224503887654559207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2009/02/since-my-previous-post-was-all-about-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-3706063626899170432</id><published>2009-02-07T05:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T06:20:12.747+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay time check; Its 5.52 in the morning and its either I woke REALLY early or that I have not slept yet. So take your pick. DUHHH -_- its obviously the fact that I cant go to sleep. There is simply NO WAY that I would wake up from a sentimental slumber this early. hahahaha certainly not someone by the name of Lyn. On another note - I've realised that all my updates are like during the weee~ hours of the morning. WHY? The answer to that would probably be because my brain functions better during this timings OR im just plain lazy to update. Heee :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH YEAH! Who the HECK claimed that there isnt a single star that would appear around Yew Tee area hmmm? Well sir/ma'am (whoever you are) you're most certainly WRONG. Hahahahaaha why is that so? Cause Ive been out to the Cc carpark and I tell ya, Stars are practically spurlling all over the sky at night. YEAH! And to add on, the moon is in a considerable view amongst these stars. Mahahaha well so much for your "there are no stars in YEW TEE!!" theory. Heeeeee~ :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here it comes;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously have no idea where to place myself anymore. I've been patient and modest with you since the moment you start to change. You go out and search for "money" despite the fact that there were so many things that needs your so called attention. What the hell is wrong with you? Its like you push everything to me and better yet you BLAME me for all the things that YOU did wrong. Why cant you ever see that you're wrong and that other people are right?? The world does not exist in you being right all the time. I am seriously through in being YOUR puppet. Please realise that your time of "jollyness" is over and that you ACTUALLY have a HUGE RESPONSIBILITY waiting for you to tend to at home. And I am VERY CERTAIN that it is definitely not meant for me. Issit so hard for you to see ME live my life out the way a proper teenager my age should be? Instead YOU yourself live the life which was SUPPOSINGLY TO BE MINE and neglect YOUR duties. I cant stand here and see you change no more. I cant sit still while you manipulate your life with FUN and PARTY and RESPONSIBLE-FREE. Its just not okay for me to keep covering for you anymore. Cant you see that Im being the adult here now? and that YOU are turning to the HAVOC TEEN?? Please lady, realise that you are missing out on so much right now. Im not saying its wrong to go hippy-ish BUT dont go till you flush everything behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE A LIFE THAT NEEDS TENDING DO YOU KNOW THAT?! I dont mind doing chores and helping with the folks. BUT please, have some dignity and admit what you've done all this while. I already have enough thoughts clouding up my mind and I certainly dont need your selfishness occupying it. I have my own issues too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tree that has lost its leaves; Im only waiting for those leaves to drift back to my branches&lt;br /&gt;WHICH probably wont happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23350365-3706063626899170432?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/3706063626899170432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=3706063626899170432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/3706063626899170432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/3706063626899170432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2009/02/okay-time-check-its-5.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-2139752867176784186</id><published>2009-01-24T02:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T02:40:33.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SXoMe2StQ8I/AAAAAAAAAfw/uqXFwdgser8/s1600-h/DSC00483-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SXoMe2StQ8I/AAAAAAAAAfw/uqXFwdgser8/s320/DSC00483-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294558036037026754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Heyloo folks. Okay this picture to me is really weird. Wanna know why? Cause i never i repeat, NEVER did smiled like this before. EVER! Hah okay. So this would be the first then. K SO, it has not even been the end of January and im already itching my ass off to go back to school. I misssssss school. I miss being in a classroom. I miss having the teachers babbling infront of me and most of all I miss them saying " Lyn?! Whats so funny? Please pay attention." (Mr Lee in particular) hahah. OKay so i suck at his subject still, I miss his lesson. HIS LESSON. NOT HIM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;To keep you in and everyone else out; Im building a wall all round me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/23350365-2139752867176784186?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/2139752867176784186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=2139752867176784186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/2139752867176784186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/2139752867176784186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2009/01/heyloo-folks.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SXoMe2StQ8I/AAAAAAAAAfw/uqXFwdgser8/s72-c/DSC00483-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-2422522494004919160</id><published>2009-01-21T00:33:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T02:24:30.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SXYQLIo-FFI/AAAAAAAAAfM/LZ45ydf9u0Q/s1600-h/DSC00532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SXYQLIo-FFI/AAAAAAAAAfM/LZ45ydf9u0Q/s320/DSC00532.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293436195504526418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Bday boy all excited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SXX-o5EV0GI/AAAAAAAAAe8/fE6hGew4MFE/s1600-h/DSC00531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SXX-o5EV0GI/AAAAAAAAAe8/fE6hGew4MFE/s320/DSC00531.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293416915511136354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Make a wish dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Okay so first and foremost; A &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;BIG HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MUHAMMAD HAZIQ BIN HASHIM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Okay so he turned seventeenth yesterday which was on the 20th of January. Well technically we it was today that we celebrated his birthday, simply because it was just now. AND because i have not slept yet sooo its today? uh? WTH. mahaha. Well it was only a minor gathering mainly because i guess it was all too last minute. Hahahah. Luckily sheek and I managed to find a good quality cake! Yummm. WHICH ended up in haziq's ear and also some smeared all over his body. Hahaha. HAZIQ a msg for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Well okay. SO yeah you turned 17 already. So fast eyy. It almost seems like it was only yesterday that I first knew you, which was what? Sec 1? hahaha. I've really seen you grown from a child, to a ermm bigger version of a child ( you know what I mean, no offence) and finally to a good'ol young adult ^_^ I wish you all life's greatest pleasure and pleeeeaaaassseee study hard so we can all reunite in poly :DD You're the best-stupid-beloest friend someone like me could have. I still remembered the time you shoved that "mary-biscuit" in your mouth during history lesson. hahaha Hillarious bro. Well that's all I have for ya. Actually there's more but than people will start to call me long winded. hahahah. so HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SXYPZfCbLQI/AAAAAAAAAfE/gcB3ilMBrnw/s1600-h/DSC00535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SXYPZfCbLQI/AAAAAAAAAfE/gcB3ilMBrnw/s320/DSC00535.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293435342523411714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now. You see food. MUAHAHAHAHAH! Obviously its back to me again :DDD Food and Lyn never fails to escape each other. So this is my supper ^_^ durian puffs :] Tam2 crackers :] Plain water -_-" andddd Vanilla tea :DDDDD MUAHAHAH! EH! At least no coffee okay. Whats the plan tomorrow? I have no idea. hahahah. I dont see my purpose anymore. At least when there was school, I had studies and classes were my purpose. When there was ermmm someone, making sure that someone was okay and happy was my purpose. Now? My purpose is to EAT! hahahah. Anyone looking for a writer? I'll do freelancing :D Woahh cheeyy. since when am i a certified writer? hey i might be :D who knows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haunted by my own thoughts;   -_- i hate this.&lt;br /&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/23350365-2422522494004919160?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/2422522494004919160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=2422522494004919160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/2422522494004919160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/2422522494004919160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2009/01/bday-boy-all-excited-make-wish-dude.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SXYQLIo-FFI/AAAAAAAAAfM/LZ45ydf9u0Q/s72-c/DSC00532.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-6918472747738546463</id><published>2009-01-19T05:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T05:28:39.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SXOZ_BBvJnI/AAAAAAAAAeU/7XmUkX6BSA4/s1600-h/Summerheart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 301px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SXOZ_BBvJnI/AAAAAAAAAeU/7XmUkX6BSA4/s320/Summerheart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292743294976992882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Okay this is seriously getting irritating. Why? Cause all this too much thinking is seriously keeping me from going to sleep. Yessss! I simply just cant shut my eyes shut because of all the ruckuss that is going on in my head. So i have decided that before i get MAJOR panda eyes for tomorrow, I just had to let this out. Okay here goes. I promise that this will be my last and FINAL "emo" post. Okay wait, this isnt exactly an "emo" post. Im not emo, I just have a lot of stuff going on in my head. Its different okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;OKAY OKAY OKAY! I'm not letting it out. Its just too erm... deep? Hey havent you noticed? I am seriously NOT someone who blurts out intimate things. Yeah okay maybe sometimes BUT not all the time and i definitely dont wanna make this into a "all the time" thing. So I shall keep it in. HAPPY? - Looks like im not gonna visit the sandman today -_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;But I know one thing's for sure, that I am very much;    TET! Im not gonna say. NO NO NOOO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;SIAK ARH! (oooo my first malay vulgarity that ive posted. EVER!) I think im talking to myself. Nooo seriously. Its like im entertaining my stupid sub-conscience. YEAH! Its true. Eeeesshh! Okay I am going bezzerk 0.O I need help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;Suburbancupid; waiting?&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23350365-6918472747738546463?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/6918472747738546463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=6918472747738546463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/6918472747738546463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/6918472747738546463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2009/01/okay-this-is-seriously-getting.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SXOZ_BBvJnI/AAAAAAAAAeU/7XmUkX6BSA4/s72-c/Summerheart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-7466551958053194297</id><published>2009-01-16T00:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T01:02:08.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SW9pMn3Oo1I/AAAAAAAAAeM/_d20g04bas8/s1600-h/CIMG2156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SW9pMn3Oo1I/AAAAAAAAAeM/_d20g04bas8/s320/CIMG2156.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291563752763597650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;My Best Bud ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOOOUUHHKK! First and foremost, my moment of emo-ness is done and i have nooo idea what i'll do next but still you're the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RESULTS; okay my L1R4 is 19 including CCA. I guess this is VERY much okay for someone like me. But i'll probably be going to RP :D who cares. Its a diploma anyways and thats all that counts to me. After that i dont whats next but i know for sure its gonna be diploma first. OUHK! so now i have one less thing to worry about, its time to get back into shape. SO starting from tomorrow im gonna resume my "training". NINE OCLOCK IN THE MORNING- JOGGGG!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;im seriously trying my best to think otherwise; but still im not quite sure what you were intending. Although i kept saying to people that im over you.&lt;br /&gt;truth is;      i lied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23350365-7466551958053194297?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/7466551958053194297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=7466551958053194297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/7466551958053194297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/7466551958053194297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-best-bud-ooooouuhhkk-first-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SW9pMn3Oo1I/AAAAAAAAAeM/_d20g04bas8/s72-c/CIMG2156.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-7289814482773335350</id><published>2009-01-12T04:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T10:59:57.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;After 2 weeks i finally realised it. I guess worrying too much over my results made me stumble across some unpleasant thoughts. Which are they? The fact that from the start, i've always had the feeling that the words that were coming out of your mouth were never true. Yes they werent. Why? cause i know that deep down you're still lingering over someone elses memories. Too bad that the person wasnt me. I cant believe that i finally figured this out right this very moment. The moment where i should be worrying over something else. I ended up crying my ass off over this. Does this hurt me? Ermmm i would be definitely lying that this didnt hurt at all. I just cant imagine the guilt that has been burning inside of you since the moment you said "i love you" to me. Why didnt you tell me from the start? Dont lie to me that you didnt think we were too fast. I couldnt say no to your face. You were only clouded by your emotions which was clearly uncertain. I know it was also partly my fault for not bringing this up to you earlier. I keep denying and denying the obvious. I guessed i denied too much till it was too late. I know i wasnt being the "bestest gf" ever. But still;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You wanna know whats the saddest part of this whole thing? Was that you actually managed to steal my heart away from someone who has already done it earlier. But now i think that it was selfish of you to that. Why? cause you had no intention of keeping it at all. I hope that you would give me back my heart so that i can keep it away from everyone else in this world. No more.. no more;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I bound to myself that i will never EVER EVER develop intimate feelings for anyone again. It has only been mid January and ive broken my resolution. -to not have my heart severely broken ever again. too bad it already has. I wished you hadnt said those three words to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It takes no time to fall in love. Why? cause your mind is always fickling and your thoughts has never been true to you. It takes forever to know what love is. Why? Cause it only takes forever for your heart to finally wake up and realise that your thoughts and emotions has taken over and making a fool of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Right now. Hurt? yes. Hate you? Never. I will never be able to hate you. Concern towards you? Yes because your only human.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Am I still in love with you? Why would i want to love someone who doesnt love me from the start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now this are only my feeings. Tell me wether i misinteparated wrongly. Cause ive been doing so this past 2 weeks. If im wrong. Please do tell me; tell me if my conscience are wrong and that you actually do, DID meant it when you said "I l o v e y o u"; cause you can never imagine how im feeling right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23350365-7289814482773335350?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/7289814482773335350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=7289814482773335350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/7289814482773335350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/7289814482773335350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2009/01/after-2-weeks-i-finally-realised-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-1202856926442755547</id><published>2009-01-11T17:22:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T17:43:23.275+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SWm-rh74hvI/AAAAAAAAAd0/WIj4l3SCf64/s1600-h/CIMG2127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SWm-rh74hvI/AAAAAAAAAd0/WIj4l3SCf64/s320/CIMG2127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289968892376549106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Evening folks. Currently im sitting in my room stressing my guts out about tomorrow. I still cant find my uniform and i have no idea wether i can enter school tomorrow with my hair. shit shit shit. Well forget about the hair! Its all about the result. hmmmm.. See i cant even type prope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;rly now. My hands are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;seriously &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;shivering. i guess its the spasms coming in. geeeeeeeeee~ help? I reaaaallly am not ready for this. This is sooo much worst than breaking up or lying to your parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Now on a different note; heheh now THAT is HOT and CUTE! hahahaha. They're Matt and Josh from A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Vacant Affair. Okay firstly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;lemme point out that im a fan not bcos of the mancandies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;hahahha but because of their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;music. AWESSSOMMME. I thought of buying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SWm-rVe0M2I/AAAAAAAAAds/FH5ePoVM50A/s1600-h/CIMG2131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SWm-rVe0M2I/AAAAAAAAAds/FH5ePoVM50A/s320/CIMG2131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289968889033405282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;their new album :D We shall see how my result goes. Woahh results again. I cant take this no longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Support local talent folks;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23350365-1202856926442755547?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/1202856926442755547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=1202856926442755547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/1202856926442755547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/1202856926442755547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2009/01/evening-folks.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SWm-rh74hvI/AAAAAAAAAd0/WIj4l3SCf64/s72-c/CIMG2127.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-8584321061218996804</id><published>2009-01-10T00:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T00:42:52.299+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;okay folks this is serious. Please update your blogs or else someone's out to kill you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAYS;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday followed the guys to town and bugis since they wanna shop for some stuff. But seriously watching those guys shop, i think shopping with them is the same as shopping with the girls. Yeah seriously. Guys can be picky at times. I hope they dont do that with girls. Gahahahah jkjk. (Tkmo marah yer abg-abgzzzz) Btw you guys shop well. Not "leceh" at all. And then after bugis it was straight back homee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today went to temasek poly and NANYANG POLY (WOOOOO~). First up went to temasek first and met up with the two then off to NANYANG POLY (WOOOOO~) and met up with other ppl. The courses there are not bad and i think temasek might be good. But still its far sooo i dont know. NYP has always been a choice for me. But HEY it all depends on the results. Speaking of which, I AM SERIOUSLY FREAKING OUT HERE. Everyday every second, it draws nearer. I seriously dont know what to expect. Hmmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND GUESS WHAT? I get to watch. JENG JENG JENGGGG&lt;br /&gt;A VACANT AFFAIR!!! AND THEY WERE AWESOMEEEEEEEEE~ Im gonna watch them again 2mr at SP. This time im gonna bring along MA CAMERA! RECORD DUDE RECORD!!! Plain sunset was also awesome. FantastiCO! Hahahah okay why the hell am i blogging like this?? Reason being? Im sooooooooo scared about the results. I guess this is what we call; Pre-o'level results jitterbugs. Mahahah&lt;br /&gt;Btw LASER QUEST WAS ALSO AWEESSOMMME!! It was like CS LIVE!! COOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay i better stop now before i type the hell out of my keys.&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23350365-8584321061218996804?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/8584321061218996804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=8584321061218996804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/8584321061218996804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/8584321061218996804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2009/01/okay-folks-this-is-serious.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-4707382753577472213</id><published>2009-01-06T18:29:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T18:54:20.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SWM2pp9x7dI/AAAAAAAAAdM/RHpCXFn_sP0/s1600-h/IMG_1692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SWM2pp9x7dI/AAAAAAAAAdM/RHpCXFn_sP0/s320/IMG_1692.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288130476730609106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Heyya! Finally I got a chance to kickback at chill at my balcony ^_^V. With spongebob on at the TV and the laptop on the small table and OF COURSE not forgetting my homemade White Coffee right beside it. YEaahhh HEH! This is life :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways since there were no plans for today, i cleaned out and by clean, i really mean it. CLEAAAANN. I even cleaned out my brother's secondary school books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;. Can you imagine that? HIS SECONDARY SCH BOOKS??!! Yeah he has kept his books till now. What the hell for? I have no idea. SO in place for those books.. I KEPT MINE IN THERE! HAHAHAHAHA, So i guess it'll be a tradition that the siblings in this h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;ouse shall keep sec sch books up till 6 years then. Mahahahah. What the hell. Ouh and i have also &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SWM2NIT-4KI/AAAAAAAAAdE/qq2mFtQrKdc/s1600-h/IMG_1690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SWM2NIT-4KI/AAAAAAAAAdE/qq2mFtQrKdc/s320/IMG_1690.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288129986660589730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;arranged&lt;br /&gt;my wardrobe neatly. Eheheh. And rearranged all my stuff so my room is Officially CLEEEEAAAN :D Soooo Now I have no idea what to do tomorrow. Thought of going to Rp's open house. Hmmm.&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE ya! And i mean it.&lt;br /&gt;Okay im being random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23350365-4707382753577472213?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/4707382753577472213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=4707382753577472213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/4707382753577472213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/4707382753577472213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2009/01/heyya-finally-i-got-chance-to-kickback.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SWM2pp9x7dI/AAAAAAAAAdM/RHpCXFn_sP0/s72-c/IMG_1692.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-8867832963408038657</id><published>2009-01-02T00:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T00:31:07.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;The first day of the year Two Thousand And Nine (okay fine its the 2nd already but im still posting as yesterday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i do today? Went to eat at Al-azhar with the Family and hell yeah, i ate ALOT as in ALLLOOOOTTT! Okay i think you guys get the picture that i ate a lot yeah? Done. Eheh so Yan asked me this question just now, "Asl kau suke makan Indian food eyy?" NOW the answer to that question my friend is;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I JUST LOVE TO EAT" Bwahahahahahah. Okay im not laughing actually. Im sad okay, real sad. You know sad as in Sadddd. Devastated. Depressed. Crushed. Hurt. Broken.&lt;br /&gt;Ouh my god no; im being emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Al-azhar, went home first to help yaya wrap her school books with that stupid plastic wrap. ERGGGHH! ( after 16 god damn years i thought i never had to this ever again, wrong!) Then went bck out to meet up with Yan at cck and we headed off to Fareast. EAT yet again then walked walked, and to Heren, check the size but too big. Hah okay so went on to penin area there and TAADDDAAAA! Finally found a size that is actually decent enough for my small feet. Paid and Here i am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got kicks man :D&lt;br /&gt;the misses are coming; shyet, i hate this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23350365-8867832963408038657?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/8867832963408038657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=8867832963408038657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/8867832963408038657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/8867832963408038657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-day-of-year-two-thousand-and-nine.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-314698498855069257</id><published>2008-12-31T01:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T03:35:05.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SVpgeG-uUVI/AAAAAAAAAcU/f1RKew7WpMs/s1600-h/DSCF2604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SVpgeG-uUVI/AAAAAAAAAcU/f1RKew7WpMs/s320/DSCF2604.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285643183058735442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;So the day has finally arrived. The last day of 2008. This year has really been something for me, in many ways possible. But nonetheless, all of those "stuff" that happened to me, really changed me a lot. One thing after another. Both good AND bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my o'levels this year and i can assure you that it was certainly hell. To even making to secondary 4 express this year was an extreme hurdle for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;me to accomplish yet i pulled through. O'lvls really hit me like a 100 ton truck. I can admit that i was not fully prepared to sit for the papers but i went with it anyways. I have no idea how the results are gonna come out but im sure its not gonna be how i want it to turn out. Still holding my breath on this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SVpkDl0_QyI/AAAAAAAAAcc/DV2tY-wgv5E/s1600-h/1_855140385l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SVpkDl0_QyI/AAAAAAAAAcc/DV2tY-wgv5E/s320/1_855140385l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285647125529445154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Friends have been so god damn supportive of me. Although i have a few diff groups, all of them have been so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;spectacularly kind indeed to suck up to my dilemmas and listen to my never ending "drama's". A big thank you to my whoever you are out there whom are considered and thought of as my wonderful chumps! I LOVE U GUYS SO MUCHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However to this few people which are needed to be highlighted;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;First and foremost. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sharizan Binte Mohd Sakuan&lt;/span&gt;; You are clearly my other half and one that knows how feel when no one else does. You had lots of dilemmas in your life as well but u never failled to be right by my side. Thanks for sticking with me for 2 years and i hope you'll stick by me for as long as there is. LOVED!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Secondly. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Muhammad Syahir Khan and Muhammad Sufiyan&lt;/span&gt;; You guys are the best buds a tomboyish-character-girl like MUA could have. Thanks for picking up my late night calls and coming to my rescue everytime i got stranded. Thanks for being my personal BOUNCERS! hahahah i love you guys!! Love will come your way bro's i can assure ya! Hingga ke Pelamin yeah?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thirdly. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Mohd Farhan Bin Abdul Wahed&lt;/span&gt;; This doofus right here is the nicest-macho guy i have ever met. Hahahah! Thanks for listening to my stupid problems while i know you ALWAYS had yours a handful. THANK YOU PEANUT! and thanks for sticking up to my nonsense ^_^V. And sometimes you can be really fierce and scary but erm; still you can be silly and stupid! hahah.  Although now you are botak, you're still my friend and GOD i think you'll really look like a PEANUT!!!!! hahahah. Things'll get better dude. Your ideal "she" will definitely come your way sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally. To ALL MY FRIENDS THAT I HAVENT MENTION!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I LOVE YA. BERNOULLIANS! The Clan, The girlfriends. and DEE omg! Although we havent seen each other for awhile but we still understood each other. LOVE YOU ALL! I know im full of nonsense but WHAT TO DO. heheee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SVpome2J-aI/AAAAAAAAAck/vZpS6lB3cac/s1600-h/DSC00556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SVpome2J-aI/AAAAAAAAAck/vZpS6lB3cac/s320/DSC00556.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285652122997225890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;This year itself; i have been in and out of love for 3 times. Out of which i admit that 1 of it holds "best date so far". Why? Cause the date was on my birthday and yes it was soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo erm. Booosh. hahah okay watever its over now. Now the other two is erm abit rocky and i keep questioning myself wether they really meant the "i love you" part. Sorry for being so sucky but i totally had enough of all of this. Im not gonna push myself into another relationship and have another DEJAVU again. I donno unless i know for certain that its gonna last. whatever. Im only sixteen and im not ready to commit ^_^V. Fyi; you're the last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my new years resolution;&lt;br /&gt;To never fall in love blindly EVER and get into a decent Polytechnic and change the way i dress. Since a lot of people have been coming up to me and said; " You need to loose the rockchick look, when are u gonna start wearing dresses?" dresses?? hahahahh no waaaayyy. And i also plan not to RUN anymore. This time i'll face the music. No more running away lyn hanis. So no matter the results, Belgium is a no no! And WAIT! even if i'd go its not bcos of him. Im gonna update more later on in the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Suburbancupid; A big welcome to 2009 ^_^V&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23350365-314698498855069257?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/314698498855069257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=314698498855069257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/314698498855069257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/314698498855069257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-day-has-finally-arrived.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SVpgeG-uUVI/AAAAAAAAAcU/f1RKew7WpMs/s72-c/DSCF2604.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-4025953301992274614</id><published>2008-12-29T00:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T01:09:03.111+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Another happy ending cuts like a knife; i guess this is it. No more for me. I give up. No more takers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Let us review today. Went to watch "YesMan" with brother today. The show was god damn hillarious. Im in love with Jim Carrey again. He's one of the most talented comedians besides adam sandler. YEAH! So after the movie we went to popular and ended up buying ourselves a heaphone each. I bought white and brother bought red, Okay actually i wanted the red one. Buttt.. Nevermind i gave in. Anyways we can always trade right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also bought an Agnes B bag online. weeee -_- (i guess) no mood for wee-ings.&lt;br /&gt;anyways i hope you dont feel bad or whatever yeah? If it was meant to be, it was meant to be. Take care yourself shukur - loved;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23350365-4025953301992274614?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/4025953301992274614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=4025953301992274614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/4025953301992274614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/4025953301992274614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2008/12/another-happy-ending-cuts-like-knife-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-8501106993465422584</id><published>2008-12-28T13:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T13:18:01.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SVcIjIPH-aI/AAAAAAAAAcM/k5koSiQ-PI8/s1600-h/IMG_1365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SVcIjIPH-aI/AAAAAAAAAcM/k5koSiQ-PI8/s320/IMG_1365.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284702087341930914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Hangover after having too much of "working and suntec precious thots for long hours straight";&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahah okay i didnt really had a hangover. GOD NO! If i did i wouldnt be alive anymore. Mahahah i would either be murdered by my father or i myself will finish the job. So okay. Yesterday April calls had a slot at Arts house, Ultrasound is the name of the gig and 12 bucks is the ticket. Okay firstly i would like the say something here! THE TIX ARE EXPENSIVE BUT STILL YOU GUYS ROCKED!!! WOOOOOO~ GO APRIL CALLS!!! (although i only got to see one and a half songs cause i had to pick my brother and his friends up, WHOM are slowest bunch of people evA!) hahahah kidding. well the pictures for that day is erm not with me (too lazy and too much to upload ^_^) so mayb some other time. After the gig we walked around city hall and do ate at Marina square. After that we sat at the ACM and while i had my sleep, people around me were doing stupid things. When i woke up i joined Farhan, fahmi and haziq in a chorus of "Old Mcdonald". Eheee. hey we actually sounded pretty "harmonious" and we even had this tourist that came up to us and sang along. So after that went back inside for abit and went back out. Another half went home and then there were 5 left. We slacked at the fullerton bridge and laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed. Well i did most of the laughing as usual. Met Mardy at Mc while we had our supper and took the red-line home. Okay DONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright im suppose to watch Yes man today with my brother but it appears to be that HE is the one with the hangover today. Ouhhh MAN! COME ON~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes man Yes man Yes man Yes man Yes man Yes man Yes man Yes man Yes man Yes man Yes man Yes man Yes man Yes man Yes man Yes man Yes man Yes man Yes man Yes man Yes man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_^V PEACE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23350365-8501106993465422584?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/8501106993465422584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=8501106993465422584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/8501106993465422584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/8501106993465422584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2008/12/hangover-after-having-too-much-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SVcIjIPH-aI/AAAAAAAAAcM/k5koSiQ-PI8/s72-c/IMG_1365.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-7956913401810923455</id><published>2008-12-23T01:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T01:37:31.048+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Okay now of you put it; i truly understand the feeling of "missing someone" hmmm. Yeaah yeaah fine.. I admit. Btw this is not gonna end just yet. Im not gonna repeat the same thing twice.&lt;br /&gt;Not letting go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23350365-7956913401810923455?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/7956913401810923455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=7956913401810923455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/7956913401810923455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/7956913401810923455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2008/12/okay-now-of-you-put-it-i-truly.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-4911465511596625625</id><published>2008-12-19T01:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T02:01:05.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Mayb its about to end. i said MAYB only; but no more after this. i am tired of going through suckish things. not that im saying you're suckish. Its just that.. erggh. i dont know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&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/23350365-4911465511596625625?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/4911465511596625625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=4911465511596625625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/4911465511596625625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/4911465511596625625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2008/12/mayb-its-about-to-end.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-685559838708872381</id><published>2008-12-18T02:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T02:49:46.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SUlIjmSGMzI/AAAAAAAAAb8/8j7uejNVWpY/s1600-h/DSC00482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SUlIjmSGMzI/AAAAAAAAAb8/8j7uejNVWpY/s320/DSC00482.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280831814477689650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;First things first; work is stupidly tiring.&lt;br /&gt;Secondly; he was never mad in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly; Im an asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so its 2.24 am in the morning, Just finished my mcspicy meal :D yuuummmmeh. Hey i eat when im stressed up. 2 days of full shift is really not a good idea. But if that would mean ka-ching! than, it wouldnt matter that much. Eheheheheh. So o'level results are being pushed foward to somewhere middle January. OMG, CURSE those ppl who are in-charge of all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gd luck to firstly; shukur for his results later on and also all my other peeps who are taking their results later. And look and fucking face. hahahah its so effingly round -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouh and the stupidest just happened. mahahahahahah Stressed up people let their feelings take hold of them. Mahahaaa. I was glad it didnt happened. And you please dont be toooooo stressed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23350365-685559838708872381?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/685559838708872381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=685559838708872381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/685559838708872381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/685559838708872381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2008/12/first-things-first-work-is-stupidly.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SUlIjmSGMzI/AAAAAAAAAb8/8j7uejNVWpY/s72-c/DSC00482.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-8762227946662879433</id><published>2008-12-08T03:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T03:51:33.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Its 3.31 in the morning and im still up. Its funny that i'll always have plenty to say or think about at this point of time. Hmmmm.. weird huh. When there's absolutely no one to talk to, my mind will cough up all sorts of dilemmas. What to dooo~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the final month of the year and sooooooooooooooooooooooooooo much has happened. I've almost completed a whole essay on what happened to me this year and i'll find time to post it up. Mahahah you know me, lazy as ass :D guilty as charged. Anyway, i am really looking forward till year end comes and a new year arises. Woahhoo.. Just the thought of it, makes my heart skip a beat or so. Speaking of skipping heart beats, there is one person in this world that makes my heart skip everytime we meet. Awwww.. Give it up for Mr BELO!! Hahahahah. He is the belo-est person ever. Thats why i love him. BELO LOVE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now im being belo. Whatever. Enough of Mr Belo. As i was saying. Next years febuary will really THE SHYETY-EST month of my life. Woahh.. Wish me luck folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 things to be accounted for;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23350365-8762227946662879433?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/8762227946662879433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=8762227946662879433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/8762227946662879433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/8762227946662879433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-3.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-7632130592771585537</id><published>2008-12-05T03:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T03:37:13.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Heya! Quite sometime since ive updated. Hmmm Im still deciding if this should be a lengthy post. Muahahahah. I seriously have nothing to do now and since its 3.21 am in the morning and i can't sleep; so lets just make this a LIL lengthy. Meheheheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Okay first and foremost i am STILL not working. Omg yes i know. The entire thing has been rescheduled and i have to wait till the call me. Buhhh. I totally hate this whole wait, will call you back thing. Wth man. In the mean time, i've thought of taking hold of another job which i will be hunting for tomorrow.Speaking of tomorrow, Guess who i'll be meeting? DEEEEEEEEEEE~!!! EHEHEHEH! It seriously has been a long time and i miss her like HELL! Really man. I cant imagine how long has it been since we've met, sat and talked. Hmmmm... VERY VERY LONG TIME. Now lets see, what's next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHAH! Let me list down a couple of things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; that i want. Well not much; but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number One:&lt;br /&gt;FOOD GLORIOUS FOOD!&lt;br /&gt;Number Two:&lt;br /&gt;Well okay at least 2 sets of new clothing?&lt;br /&gt;Number Three:&lt;br /&gt;I want my Yamaha Piano back (if not, a replacement)&lt;br /&gt;Number Four:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;New Guitar&lt;br /&gt;Number Five:&lt;br /&gt;Okay there's no number five. Eheheheheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So those are the list of things that i want. Not much but no.3 and 4 is surely a hunch. What the hell man. Okay shit. Now im having back-cramps due to the lady thingy. Meheh. OKay im tired. I think im ready to turn in now. So now look and my round face -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/STgwzFpuvuI/AAAAAAAAAV4/fguH2FPy2_E/s1600-h/DSC00556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/STgwzFpuvuI/AAAAAAAAAV4/fguH2FPy2_E/s320/DSC00556.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276020617713204962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Kasut-core :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23350365-7632130592771585537?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/7632130592771585537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=7632130592771585537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/7632130592771585537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/7632130592771585537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2008/12/heya-quite-sometime-since-ive-updated.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/STgwzFpuvuI/AAAAAAAAAV4/fguH2FPy2_E/s72-c/DSC00556.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-1758991663760973792</id><published>2008-11-25T02:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T03:04:19.955+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SSr1I-QSm4I/AAAAAAAAAVw/wbI9I6YQ2dY/s1600-h/CIMG1832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SSr1I-QSm4I/AAAAAAAAAVw/wbI9I6YQ2dY/s320/CIMG1832.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272295848289672066" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Hey all this is humble me speaking. After a couple of nights sitting on my own alone infront of the tv and laptop. I finally realised something. Something that holds a key importance to everyone. I now know for sure that everyone we know is not actually showing their true nature. Well, that is when this comes in; Nver judge a book by its cover. And this does not only implies to the suckish people that we hate. But even them who nuture and comfort us with their kindness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, someone who always help us whenever we are in need and always appear strong is actually someone who overshadows his or her own insecurities to make him or her feel secured because they just simply own a complicated life that they wanna breakaway from. By helping people, they get their securities which they werent able to own in the first place. Maybe because their parents were just to busy to give it to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another example would be someone who always laughs and fools around whenever we are down just to cheer us up; is actually someone who is trying to cover up his or her own frowns by laughing it all away. Perhaps they just dont feel it as a necesssity to give away his or her own tears away just because they have their own bad predicaments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I for one, am very greatful to have friends and a brother and most recently someone whom i've grown to love; to have resemble these attributes. I hope you guys get what you deserve in life. I love you folks soooo much. And mostly appreciated by yours truly;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for reading ^_^; heyyyy people have their moments of righteousness. And i just had mine. Ouh and wish me luck tomorrow!! I'm gonna pay a visit to Ecnad dance company :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23350365-1758991663760973792?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/1758991663760973792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=1758991663760973792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/1758991663760973792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/1758991663760973792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2008/11/hey-all-this-is-humble-me-speaking.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SSr1I-QSm4I/AAAAAAAAAVw/wbI9I6YQ2dY/s72-c/CIMG1832.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-2203079540740706152</id><published>2008-11-23T21:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T21:10:15.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NEWS FLASH!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i made someone angry and ouh ohh... Okay bro im really sorry bout the cursing thing. I realised how much you loved yr guitar thats why i took it back. I am really really really really really really really reaaaaaaaalllllllllyyyyyyyyy sorry ^_^ It was wrong. and please dont get mad for me apologising online. Anyway people dont know. You know i know they know. So sorry dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS; you are really scary when you're mad at the person. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23350365-2203079540740706152?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/2203079540740706152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=2203079540740706152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/2203079540740706152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/2203079540740706152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2008/11/news-flash-i-think-i-made-someone-angry.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-5252378987381189437</id><published>2008-11-20T18:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T18:34:42.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Hey hey hey. Its thurday today and i spent a total of 3 GOD DAMN DAYS SITTING AT HOME AND ROTTING IN IT!!! Weeeeellll the rotting part is not true. Cause i had done something productive. I wrote a new song and i catched up a little bit on dancing. So know i have two plans for myself, One is to continue on with my Piano classes Orrrrrrr sign up with Ecnad dance company. Hmmmm which onee? Both of them are what i looovvveee doing. Ouh ohhhh.. Which one do i pick? Suggestion please folks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Okay so this Saturday the April Calls are gonna have their session at the Asian Beats at Tampines and their up at around 3 oclock. Do come down and support cause THEIR AWESOME!!! You'll miss up a lot if you miss this. SO COME!!! I one the other hand, might be able to make it.... awwww man... Sorry guys but i cant skidder my way out of this one. Lets us all hope that my mum we'll be able to get a replacement for the trip to KL this Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Currently im sitting at my balcony drinking an awesome cup of coffee and eating crunchy cream crackers and watching spongebob and updating my blog. Woah so i miss my peeps i miss my brothers i miss starbucks and most of all i miss my broomstick(hahahah). Hmmm 17 of november, a day i'd never expected... BUT still. Eheheheheh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Job starts on the 3rd so in the mean time, im sitting home -_-"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23350365-5252378987381189437?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/5252378987381189437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=5252378987381189437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/5252378987381189437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/5252378987381189437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2008/11/hey-hey-hey.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-5193624297136372402</id><published>2008-11-17T03:27:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T04:09:47.954+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SSB7T7ZjMLI/AAAAAAAAAVg/vp8TIuMkm8E/s1600-h/CIMG1839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SSB7T7ZjMLI/AAAAAAAAAVg/vp8TIuMkm8E/s320/CIMG1839.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269347146316066994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It started with; thx su :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SSB6SSLiqAI/AAAAAAAAAVY/G8ctE3M4VDM/s1600-h/CIMG1848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SSB6SSLiqAI/AAAAAAAAAVY/G8ctE3M4VDM/s320/CIMG1848.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269346018559961090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Couple-ing :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SSB6SE6vT0I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/HJ3v72xAh4E/s1600-h/CIMG1853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SSB6SE6vT0I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/HJ3v72xAh4E/s320/CIMG1853.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269346014999826242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bullies!; but still, treasured :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SSB5R-nGe2I/AAAAAAAAAVI/aGqabZIb6Es/s1600-h/CIMG1855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SSB5R-nGe2I/AAAAAAAAAVI/aGqabZIb6Es/s320/CIMG1855.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269344913795218274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The braaadders; sheek and ziq&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SSB5RQAyouI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mIRuEolJwBc/s1600-h/CIMG1857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SSB5RQAyouI/AAAAAAAAAVA/mIRuEolJwBc/s320/CIMG1857.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269344901286503138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sibling rivalry; loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SSB4wyM3c_I/AAAAAAAAAU4/3mpIIXyHNCA/s1600-h/CIMG1859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SSB4wyM3c_I/AAAAAAAAAU4/3mpIIXyHNCA/s320/CIMG1859.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269344343528272882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Presenting; brrruuuuddderr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SSB4wUtabNI/AAAAAAAAAUw/MNqwBt2rS94/s1600-h/CIMG1860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SSB4wUtabNI/AAAAAAAAAUw/MNqwBt2rS94/s320/CIMG1860.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269344335611718866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me and harith;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SSB4U7vth7I/AAAAAAAAAUo/IaWBrvKB7-o/s1600-h/CIMG1861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SSB4U7vth7I/AAAAAAAAAUo/IaWBrvKB7-o/s320/CIMG1861.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269343865054005170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;doofuss and dork; P.s, he's both ehehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SSB4UIr7CdI/AAAAAAAAAUg/xbdmaNUfrRI/s1600-h/CIMG1863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SSB4UIr7CdI/AAAAAAAAAUg/xbdmaNUfrRI/s320/CIMG1863.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269343851347904978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4 years and he's grown since;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SSB36Evy3kI/AAAAAAAAAUY/Kgt6c6hUXdg/s1600-h/CIMG1869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SSB36Evy3kI/AAAAAAAAAUY/Kgt6c6hUXdg/s320/CIMG1869.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269343403613806146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Female finalists;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SSB35g_86PI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/0VK95dfC0Kg/s1600-h/CIMG1871.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SSB35g_86PI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/0VK95dfC0Kg/s320/CIMG1871.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269343394017896690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Suuueemeeeraah :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SSB3EN3RrYI/AAAAAAAAAUI/sklXud6Fseo/s1600-h/CIMG1872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SSB3EN3RrYI/AAAAAAAAAUI/sklXud6Fseo/s320/CIMG1872.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269342478348168578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;half a year! congrats;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SSB3D2H9pKI/AAAAAAAAAUA/BJcwi6V-R6w/s1600-h/CIMG1879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SSB3D2H9pKI/AAAAAAAAAUA/BJcwi6V-R6w/s320/CIMG1879.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269342471975707810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;doofuss; no offence, you're a nice doofuss;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SSB2n-X1RoI/AAAAAAAAAT4/C26cjkBm0vc/s1600-h/CIMG1890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SSB2n-X1RoI/AAAAAAAAAT4/C26cjkBm0vc/s320/CIMG1890.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269341993153414786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mira and meee~; loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SSB2nTyoDvI/AAAAAAAAATw/bRUmzc2R0lE/s1600-h/CIMG1896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SSB2nTyoDvI/AAAAAAAAATw/bRUmzc2R0lE/s320/CIMG1896.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269341981723070194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ladies!; loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SSB2NRepPDI/AAAAAAAAATo/H6G-Fd21xjA/s1600-h/CIMG1902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SSB2NRepPDI/AAAAAAAAATo/H6G-Fd21xjA/s320/CIMG1902.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269341534425791538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;people whom i come to love;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SSB2MjFCCII/AAAAAAAAATg/gpTcpQWuWb8/s1600-h/CIMG1905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SSB2MjFCCII/AAAAAAAAATg/gpTcpQWuWb8/s320/CIMG1905.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269341521970333826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mira and yan;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SSB1t7MhWXI/AAAAAAAAATY/2dISMDREPZM/s1600-h/CIMG1912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SSB1t7MhWXI/AAAAAAAAATY/2dISMDREPZM/s320/CIMG1912.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269340995868252530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;reflection;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SSB1tRO5Z_I/AAAAAAAAATQ/gj-mTn6c3Lw/s1600-h/CIMG1916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SSB1tRO5Z_I/AAAAAAAAATQ/gj-mTn6c3Lw/s320/CIMG1916.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269340984603928562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;he disturbs me; ALWAYS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SSB1R_yzjlI/AAAAAAAAATI/dDQZt1qEFuw/s1600-h/CIMG1920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SSB1R_yzjlI/AAAAAAAAATI/dDQZt1qEFuw/s320/CIMG1920.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269340516066233938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we take this seriously you know;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SSB1RZilRII/AAAAAAAAATA/eNPFE4seIU0/s1600-h/CIMG1922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SSB1RZilRII/AAAAAAAAATA/eNPFE4seIU0/s320/CIMG1922.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269340505797641346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rock it baybeh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SSB03_bUTSI/AAAAAAAAASw/KoD5yx3VDUk/s1600-h/CIMG1931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SSB03_bUTSI/AAAAAAAAASw/KoD5yx3VDUk/s320/CIMG1931.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269340069291117858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Syafiq and sue; (EHKhemm)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Okay so the pictures are a little too much but im sure it explains alot. First and foremost, a big thanks to su for the crib and sha2 for doing my hair and Su's sis for the make up :D In case you people are wondering, i came as a somewhat goth meets elegance. Funny huh? But i guess it came out okay. What i can say is that the food was awesome and the music was excellent. what better way to end four years of torture. Btw;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;APRILL CALLS ROCKED THE HOUSE! WOOOOO~ and heyyy someone said they didnt want to perform remembeering sunday. Asses you. anyway the encore was the BEST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;The night ended well with me manage to sleep whilst standing up and to end up i missed my stop and had to walk barefoooted all the way home. Luckily i can still run in a dress. Heeee :D Ouh there are still a couple of pictures which i have taken but not with me; pictures of me and nunu and also the 4D's ouh yeah, me and Shabil and MR AIDIL and khair and lots more i presume. Hope to get them soon :D ouh thx zul for being my date. OUH yeah one more, Prom king and queen was none other than Teck yi and Lydia :D sweet you are! That's all i have to offer. See ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23350365-5193624297136372402?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/5193624297136372402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=5193624297136372402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/5193624297136372402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/5193624297136372402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-started-with-thx-su-d-couple-ing-d.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SSB7T7ZjMLI/AAAAAAAAAVg/vp8TIuMkm8E/s72-c/CIMG1839.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-6929878454343351069</id><published>2008-11-12T14:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T15:02:34.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Heylo folks. I have a simple statement to realease here;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;O LEVEL IS FUCKING OVER DAMNMIT!!!! GOT IT???!!! OVVAAARRRRRR!! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!! NO MORE EFFING SCHOOL. NO MORE EFFING BIAS ASSHOLES AND MOST IMPORTANTLY; NO MORE SOVEREIGNTY FROM THOSE ASSES :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;okay i think i got that out quite well dontcha think? Besides the foul language but HEY people do curse and certain point of times and this is one of them times. Eheheheheh. NOW, i am sooooooooooooooooooo anxious for this friday. Well there are many reasons that adds up but the main thing is that im really really anxious about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Okay wait, celebration has to pause for awhile cause erm i have to clean the gutters in a bit. so wouldnt want to celebrate with stench all over me. Grrrr thought of burning those scraps today but unfortunately its earth day today so nope! Gotta save the earth. But i can assure you that i'll definitely burn those papers. Eheheheh let the ashes be sent to the gates of knowledge in heaven ^_^ PEACE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ouh one more thing; sorry :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23350365-6929878454343351069?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/6929878454343351069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=6929878454343351069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/6929878454343351069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/6929878454343351069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2008/11/heylo-folks.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-3567107125611480427</id><published>2008-11-11T10:24:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T10:48:27.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;EH EH EH! ONE MORE PAPER LA BODOHH!!!!!!!!!!! wooohoooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Morning folks. Its been really sometime since i've updated :D so im gonna update. Eheheheh. Lets see where do i start. okay okay i know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;First things first, o level is left with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;ONE GOD DAMN PAPER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; so after thats its the road to limited ounce of F.U.N :D Then okay im gonna look for a proper job. So yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;job=ka-ching! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;And &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;ka-ching=FOOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I really cant wait for prom :D eheheheheh. Okay so the dress that i bought is a little to erm, revealing? But im gonna go ahead with it. Lets hope i'll laugh at people instead of them laughing at me. one thing that im reaaaaallly looking foward to is;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;APRIL CALLS!!! WOOOOO U GUYS ROCK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Quite a number of things have happened lately and i cant possibly list it all out here. But one things for sure, its been outrageous! Ooo YEAH! one thing i reaally have to say. After sitting with the guys yesterday, i never realised that them guys &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;ACTUALLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; expects them girls to text first. hahahahah so its like one party is waiting for the other and same goes for the other one. Its never gonna end. So ladies, please take note that your man is actually waiting for you to text him first -_-" guysss, guyss..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Someone stole my broom :D and JEREMY WENT BALD! OH NO. But he still looks cute :] eheheheheheheh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23350365-3567107125611480427?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/3567107125611480427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=3567107125611480427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/3567107125611480427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/3567107125611480427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2008/11/eh-eh-eh-one-more-paper-la-bodohh.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-487606242147944153</id><published>2008-10-26T15:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T15:49:10.647+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Heylo world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Okay i was actually set aback by the recent caffine incident BUT after 4 DAYS WITHOUT COFFEE!!! Im back on track and drinking coffee again. Muahahahahah. Heyy.. you cant separate a ladies love for her caffine dudes. eheheheh. Anyway;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Maths paper was ASS-SY! seriously. I had my moment for some time and yeap i guess its pointless to ramble about it now since the papers are already being packed and waiting to be shipped off to Britain to be marked. Hmmmm (-__-") SO! Just gotta make sure my paper 2 is done better than paper 1. And the other papers as well. Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;History&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Physics Paper 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Maths Paper 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Social Studies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Malay (wth)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Physics Paper 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Chemistry Paper 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;DONE BAYBEHH!! muahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Okay and then 2 days later shall be prom. Im begining to have doubts about going but kesian la aiyo. Ive already made a date with my date. hahahah. Kite g same2 eh brother :D Ouh yeah gotta get a loan from my banker :D ehehhehe. I'll pay back. Like DDUUHHH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;My objectives after O's;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Firstly i wanna get a job at that place :D Secondly i wanna get that COURSE AT NANYANG POLYTECHNIC! - HOSPITALITY AND RESORT MANAGEMENT BAYBEEEH! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Finally; I really wouldnt want to get this old and frailly heart of mine broken like SHYYET again. Thats all im asking.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and after all this; SAVE MONEY FOR A VESPA! Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeks :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23350365-487606242147944153?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/487606242147944153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=487606242147944153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/487606242147944153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/487606242147944153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2008/10/heylo-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-4667488961456654971</id><published>2008-10-17T08:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T08:51:15.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lyn my dear. Its time you stop drinking coffee or taking in caffine. Cause i think your body just took a toll on it just now. Unless you dont want to be vomitting yr ass off with caffines. Then i suggest you put away those black thingys; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Time to look for some other means of battery to keep my midnight-oil burning. I know for sure that its not gonna be; Caffine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23350365-4667488961456654971?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/4667488961456654971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=4667488961456654971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/4667488961456654971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/4667488961456654971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2008/10/lyn-my-dear.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-9092693245245581343</id><published>2008-10-17T04:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T05:04:24.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SPerg5M8y8I/AAAAAAAAASA/EPKz2fYEDVw/s1600-h/DSC00396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257859671577643970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SPerg5M8y8I/AAAAAAAAASA/EPKz2fYEDVw/s320/DSC00396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Heyloooo! Since im awake and really on the verge of chemistry overload, im gonna update this piece of sucker right here :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Okay so i have no idea what went wrong and why the hell am i still up and fresh at this point of time. Im guessing that ive exceeded the caffine limit and thats why my eyelids just wont shut. Ouh and since both my science practicals are over and done with i can push away those 20% of chem and physics. Well no good news yet since i still have the written papers coming up. And what better way to kick start the nightmare with &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHEMISTRY PAPER 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Comeon~ Sure its gonna be one hell of a paper. And ive been preparing like mad for it. I hope my ignorance to English wont be totally wasted. Im just gonna lock myself in my room for like another 2 weeks? Yeap. Lets just hope my english wont get rusty. I'll probably do 2 essays on the day after chem paper 2. Woah~ okay fine its for a good cause. Then comes Maths...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Thats another &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Killer&lt;/span&gt; i tell ya. History and than Physics paper 2. I guess after that i should be able to breathe a little. Lighten the load of my chest. Then its social studies, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AIYA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; malay -_-" and finally physics and chem paper 1. Weeeee~ omg. The papers haven even start and im wee-ing myself away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Go lyn go! STUDY STUDY STUDY!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; ouuhhhkkaayy~ im seriously loosing it -__-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23350365-9092693245245581343?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/9092693245245581343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=9092693245245581343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/9092693245245581343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/9092693245245581343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2008/10/heyloooo-since-im-awake-and-really-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SPerg5M8y8I/AAAAAAAAASA/EPKz2fYEDVw/s72-c/DSC00396.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-5717086839866732977</id><published>2008-10-12T13:28:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T13:39:38.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SPGNPxAiEkI/AAAAAAAAAR4/CVzjhqWcpXY/s1600-h/DSC00217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256137542111203906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SPGNPxAiEkI/AAAAAAAAAR4/CVzjhqWcpXY/s320/DSC00217.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9966;"&gt; This is 2 fat people endulging on greatness :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Its sunday and im havin an open house today. Not sure if there'll be a stampeed of people coming over but possibilities of that would be at ard evening? Yeap. Ok so im ticking off the days till chemistry paper 2. You know, the nerves for chem paper 2 is more than physics practical although thats like 2 days from now. Omg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;The probability of me flunking my o's is sooooo damn high. I am just hoping that this year's paper would be easy enough for me to sail through. HEEELLLLPPP! okay ive seen the chem paper for may/june 2008 and i think its managable and NO ELECTROLYSIS!!! (is that spelled correctly? hah i cant even spell my own topics) WHICH MEANS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;ITS GONNA COME OUT FOR OUR CYCLE! MAN OH MAN! GD luck to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;and nunu for her blind date. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&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/23350365-5717086839866732977?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/5717086839866732977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=5717086839866732977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/5717086839866732977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/5717086839866732977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-is-2-fat-people-endulging-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SPGNPxAiEkI/AAAAAAAAAR4/CVzjhqWcpXY/s72-c/DSC00217.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-1212158974312639972</id><published>2008-10-08T17:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T17:10:17.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SOx4jhOg_AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dMYALHMzh9k/s1600-h/DSC00034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254707416844532738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SOx4jhOg_AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dMYALHMzh9k/s320/DSC00034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hello :D Lyn's not here right now. She apologises for not updating her blog and she'll be on hiatus now. She's busy with ass-like errands to do. Be back real soon ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23350365-1212158974312639972?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/1212158974312639972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=1212158974312639972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/1212158974312639972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/1212158974312639972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2008/10/hello-d-lyns-not-here-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SOx4jhOg_AI/AAAAAAAAARw/dMYALHMzh9k/s72-c/DSC00034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-3153327724072271880</id><published>2008-09-23T17:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T18:25:41.781+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Didnt went to school today. Why? cause i just could not take the cramps no longer. Speaking of which, the day has arrived! Okay i really thought that i'll skip it for this years fasting month but too bad for me. It didnt happened. So looks like im in debt folks. Note to self; start repaying at the early end of the year and NOT 2 months before next years fasting month :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;K i really miss my friends. Hahahah dont know why, mayb cause im missing someone else pretty bad and with no friends by my side i cant really hide my missing for that person so now im missing pretty bad! Should really have come to school. Damn. Raya is exactly in 7days which is in one weeks time. And school ends in 13 days and then its home free for us. Untill the o's that is. I on the other hand is soooooo stoked on whatever it is that is coming my way. I mean like this is it, ten years of education and then off to tertiary education folks. Cant wait :D Ouh and that means lesser rules to abide by ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9966;"&gt;On my knees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Dim lighted room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Thoughts free flow try to consume&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Myself in this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9966;"&gt;I'm not faithless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Just paranoid of getting lost or that I might loose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Ignorance is bliss cherish it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Pretty neighborhoods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9966;"&gt;You learn too much to hold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Believe it not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9966;"&gt;And fight the tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9966;"&gt;With pretty smiles and lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9966;"&gt;About the times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Thats about it dudes and dudettes :D&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/23350365-3153327724072271880?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/3153327724072271880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=3153327724072271880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/3153327724072271880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/3153327724072271880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2008/09/didnt-went-to-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-252046665480885912</id><published>2008-09-22T00:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T18:28:33.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SNZ10SJKRhI/AAAAAAAAARo/9eBIDkogMRY/s1600-h/lambretta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248511956830799378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SNZ10SJKRhI/AAAAAAAAARo/9eBIDkogMRY/s320/lambretta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;This baby right here is soooo gonna be mine in 2 years. I DONT CARE! Ive been in love with this thing since like when?? Primary sch? Just that i kept it in. But now? After seeing this around the streets of singapore so many GOD DAMN times! I CANT TAKE IT ANYMORE!! I want my liscence! Okay fine i'll wait. Buhhh -_-" Okay i'll start out with a vespa first. That's cheaper dudes. This one costs a fortune!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Anyways, first and foremost! I'll have you know that i stayed up all the way till the wee hours of 3.am yesterday. What the hell for? Baking "kueh" that is. 300 batch i tell ya. OKay one accomplishment folks :D Alright, before that went out with Nunu to clarke quay and then to Marina. Hoping to get my mp3 fixed, but unfortunately it needed the god damn receipt. So my hopes were crushed now i'll have to hunt for it. Next went to plaza sing and bought ljs and off to meet tedd and after that this WHOLE HUGE-MONGUS GROUP OF PEOPLE! okay i was seriously mouth-shut. Too many people i tell ya. But it was cool though, to finally meet the people of paddlepop. Mayb i'll tag along again next time Nunu. IF it was only paddlepop and NOT the whole huge group. Hahahah. Im terrified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;So today i didnt woke up for Sahur cos like i was too god damn tired to carry on. When i woke up my stomach was growling and i totally regretted not having sahur. Errggh! BUT luckily someone decided to online :D ehehehe. so my stomach had all these adrenalene rush and my fingers couldnt type properly. hahahah. But thank you YOU for talking to me. I wasnt that hungry anymore ^_^. Ouh and after that followed bro for some shopping and he bought the dopest pants EVA! OKay thats it. Ouh and i fixed the curtains for Raya already! Eheheheh credits to me folks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ouh and your welcome peanut ^_^ great friend you are. I'll get it done soon okay dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Thats how you make me feel; get it? &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;potatochips ^_^&lt;/em&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/23350365-252046665480885912?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/252046665480885912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=252046665480885912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/252046665480885912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/252046665480885912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-baby-right-here-is-soooo-gonna-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SNZ10SJKRhI/AAAAAAAAARo/9eBIDkogMRY/s72-c/lambretta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-8168183771756993524</id><published>2008-09-18T18:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T20:08:57.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Skipped school today. So darn tired plus i dont see the need for my attendance in school today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;After remembering all the facts and little things that you do that make me stuck in the first place. I realise how bad ive got it. Well there's no stopping me now. Should i be weary of whats gonna happen next? hah. I dont know and i dont care. Im just ecstatic that it even began. People kept asking me wether i remembered the fact that this person had broke something that is needed dearly by me. I say i dont give a darn shyet. Ehehehehe. At least the person's sorry. So? I'll take my chances. No pressure or anything. Im just loving every single minute of the past and whats yet to come. That's me. Not you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247331816410925554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SNJEfEfHSfI/AAAAAAAAARg/GRZFY4zVQ70/s320/j-mraz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Speaking of which; Im stuck to Jason Mraz like seriously. Major stuck onto him. His songs are really sooooo, I dont know. They're all about his perspections towards life and love. These two things are the most exquisite thing ever. And he, being able to appreciate it so much. Is just so wonderful. Besides he's CUTE ^_^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Bella Luna folks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23350365-8168183771756993524?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/8168183771756993524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=8168183771756993524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/8168183771756993524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/8168183771756993524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2008/09/skipped-school-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SNJEfEfHSfI/AAAAAAAAARg/GRZFY4zVQ70/s72-c/j-mraz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-5127209157028682527</id><published>2008-09-16T23:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T23:29:03.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Quiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;1. The person who tag you is ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;She kills people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;2. Your relationship with him/her is ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Buds and classmates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;3. Your five impression of him/her ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;she's absolutely crazy, she laughs alot, she talks alot, she's a chem geek&lt;br /&gt;and we have one thing in common ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;4. The most memorable thing he/she had done for you ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;she does memorable things for me every time. good friend you are :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;5. The most memorable thing he/she had said to you ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;"HAHAHAHAH"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;6.If he/she become your lover, you will ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;what? lover no. Best buds yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;7. If he/she become your lover, thing he/she has to improve on will be ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;she has to move FASTER! hahahah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;8. If he/she become your enemy, you will ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;i'll steal all the chocolates in her house. MUAHAHAHAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;9. If he/she become your enemy, the reason will be ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;she stole my chocolates!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;10. The most desired thing you want to do for him/her now is ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;to let her know that she is one very speacial lady!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;11. Your overall impression of him/her is ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;i cant imagine life without her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;12. How you think people around you will feel about you ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;"What is this girl laughing so hard for??" ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;13. The characters you love of yourself are ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;i love music so god damn much!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;14. On the contrary, the characters you hate yourself are ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;i'm a very gullible person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;15. The most ideal person you want to be is ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;who would i want to be? hmmm... My brother? eheheh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;16. For people that care and like you, say something to them ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hey folks thanks for your existence in my life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt; List 10 people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;1. Nunu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;2. Zul&lt;br /&gt;3. Farhan&lt;br /&gt;4. Yan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;5. Ail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;6. Ica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;7. Qila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;8. Sha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;9. Din&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;10. Aqmal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;18.Who is no. 6 having relationship with ... [Ica]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;She's single ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;19. Is no. 9 a male or female ... [Din]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;He's a potato chip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;20. If no. 7 and no. 10 are together, will it be a good thing ... [Aqilah, Aqmal]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;BUHHH!! hahahahah lets find out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;No question 21.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;22. What is no. 2 studying about ... [Zul]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Erm... Suckish subjects?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;23. When was the last time you had a chat with no. 3 ... [Farhan]&lt;br /&gt;Just now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;24. What kind of music band does no. 8 like ... [Sha]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;All kinds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;25. Does no. 1 have any siblings ... [Nunu]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;2 older sis and a younger dude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;26. Will you woo no. 3 ... [Farhan]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;AHAH! I wont woo him. I will prank him to death! K no thats evil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;27. How about no. 7 ... [Qila]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;She's a female. Common...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;28. Is no. 4 single ... [Yan]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;His attached to himself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;29. What is the surname of no. 5 ... [Ail]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;The vain dude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;30. What 's the hobby of no. 10 ... [Aqmal]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Disturbs ppl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;31. Does no. 5 and no. 9 get along well ... [Ail, Din]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I think they talked with each other before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;32. Where is no. 5 studying at ... [Ail]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Teck Whye -_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;33. Talk something casually about no. 1 ... [Nunu]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;She's a vocalist in an AWESOME BAND!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;34. Have you tried developing feelings for no. 8 ... [Sha]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;She's my best bud. Comeeeoooonnn...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;35. Where does no. 9 live at ... [Din]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Somewhere in Clementi. Unless he moved already. Ahah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;36. What colour does no. 4 like ... [Yan]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;He likes colours that are gay-ish. (eheheheh kidding yan) nt sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;37. Are no. 5 and no. 1 best friends ... [Ail, Nunu]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Oooohh yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;38. Does no. 1 have any pets ... [Nunu]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Not that ive heard of. Ehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;39. Is no. 7 the sexiest person in the world ... [Qila]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;MAKE WAY FOR THE MOST SEXIEST CHICK IN THE WORLD FOLKS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;40. What is no. 10 doing now ... [Aqmal]&lt;br /&gt;probably revising for chem paper 2mr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;10 people to do this quiz:&lt;br /&gt;Go do it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23350365-5127209157028682527?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/5127209157028682527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=5127209157028682527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/5127209157028682527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/5127209157028682527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2008/09/quiz-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-2021225839523655017</id><published>2008-09-13T13:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T13:55:44.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hello one and all. Seems that ive changed my blogskin again :D The best thing about this is that its more of an orangey colour! And the very vibrant image that stands out. Thats my favourite. It may seem that quite a number of peeps have take in the hobby of frequently changing our blogskins. That includes me :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Saturday today. 13th day of the fasting month and so far so good. I havent thrown away any days and no sign of it comming. Whhooo! I hope it wont. Prelims are here and im going out later. BWAAHAHAHA Who cares. I care about Olevels more you NOOBS! So dont come tell me why do i go out in the middle of prelims. What the hell. And the smell of the garbage truck is intriguing. Yuck! Lets search for dendeng later. Muahah! sooooooooooooo what else? No moree. Time to go! ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Would i fall all over again? Nahhh! Dont think so;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23350365-2021225839523655017?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/2021225839523655017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=2021225839523655017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/2021225839523655017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/2021225839523655017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2008/09/hello-one-and-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-4121710326117276736</id><published>2008-09-11T11:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T11:47:57.665+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Guess what?! Im homeee now. Cause apparently History paper finishes at 935 soooooo the rest of us with no DnT headed home first. Pity those kids. When are you guys gonna finish? Nevermind peeps. Nightmare will sure end soon ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Ouh YEAH! One more thing :D It seems that our graduation this year is pushed foward to 26th of september. And guess what?! After that..... WE are relieved of our HELL DUTIES! WOOAAAHHHHH!!! O level! Here i come :D Hekhekehek. At least i can sit home and do my revision with My cup of Joe by my side. heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Two events coming up; Muahahahah :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23350365-4121710326117276736?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/4121710326117276736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=4121710326117276736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/4121710326117276736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/4121710326117276736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2008/09/guess-what-im-homeee-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-7729797887860425071</id><published>2008-09-11T00:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T00:23:36.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Another day, another reason to sigh out of devastation... I hate this. ALOT. I have prelims to study for and I tore my book out accidentally instead -_-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Social Studies and Maths just now. History paper today and i haven look up at a single thing. All the things that ive revised are just old and useless. Probably i'll flunk this one too. All because of a group of people who just doesnt seem to get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I HATE it when you say that i dont know or UNDERSTAND what's it like to be neglected. well EXCUSE me ALL this while who was the one who had been neglected??? Ive picked myself up SO many GOD DAMN times without YOU knowing. YOU DONT EVEN KNOW THAT I FELL!! Cause why??? Youre too busy with the person whom YOU think IS NEGLECTED. WELL HEEELLLLLOOO!!!??? What am i? A dog? Dont even know or understand my needs when i was growing up. And how dare you talk to me about not being responsible. What have i been doing this past years since ive turned 16???? GOD dammmmit!!! You think im so bad and irresponsible?? Well dont wait till i really turned into one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;The sad thing about this is; i dont even know or give a DAMN about being "CARED" anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Incase you dont know. That "CARED" is not cared. Its the OPPOSITE OF CARED STUPID!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23350365-7729797887860425071?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/7729797887860425071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=7729797887860425071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/7729797887860425071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/7729797887860425071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2008/09/another-day-another-reason-to-sigh-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-269971216594617048</id><published>2008-09-09T18:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T20:02:23.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Tuesday today. And that means more boredom -_-" still carrying on the Monday Blues..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;Had english paper today and i think paper 2 was seriously hard like rock. It took me like forever to understand what the passage is talking about. I hope i the passage right. And my summary exceeded 150 words. Man oh mann.. I guess we can kiss my destinction goodbye. Okay so after school we went to lot at first to accompany nunu to popular. In the end both her and Kinah bought something for tomorrow's maths paper. That reminds me, i dont have an instrument set for tomorrow. DIE;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;Now guess what. After we met with the guys, a sudden thought came to mind and we all decided to watch WALL-E!! Eheheh i love the starting short cartoon clip! Cute Rabbit god dammit!! Okay yeah and i think overall the show is not so bad. Its sort of sweet and "awwwwwww" type of storyline. Wall-e and Eveee-A! Yeah we are crazy dudes that catches a movie in the middle of our prelims.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;picked out 2 random books from the library shelf with your name on it;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23350365-269971216594617048?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/269971216594617048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=269971216594617048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/269971216594617048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/269971216594617048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2008/09/tuesday-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-4207208418924120493</id><published>2008-09-07T00:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T01:04:53.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Hello world. Yesterday was a saturday which is still saturday to me cos im still awake and it seems to me that its still a saturday although is already a sunday. So yeah. Anyway i spent my whole saturday trapped at home like a common household mice. Okay not a mice, to downgrading. A cat mayb? Okay fine a human being. What the hell am i blabbering about? -_-" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;SO! Although i was at home i managed to finish quite a lot of stuff. For example i almost completed all of the topics for my Social studies prelims. Lemme tell ya, it wasnt easy. Sitting hours and hours at only reading excessive educational content is seriously noy healthy for a Teenager. So ive just jepordised my health for studying excessively. Okay lyn that is plain crap. Now i find myself talking to myself. Why is that so? Perhaps my brain is overloading and i better stop now before i completely go BONKERS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"&gt;Im off now ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23350365-4207208418924120493?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/4207208418924120493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=4207208418924120493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/4207208418924120493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/4207208418924120493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2008/09/hello-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-6083358009893335393</id><published>2008-09-05T20:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T21:31:32.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Okay helllo asses :D spent almost my whole friday with ica today. Note to self, should spend lesser time finding a place to study and more time on STUDYING. so yes yes yes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I started off this morning on remembering that ica had told me about this place she and shafiz had gone to for a lil bit of studying time. So i quickly looked for her on MSN and asked her about the place. So after making arrangements and stuff, we finally agreed to meet up at yew tee at around 330. Soooooo after that we began to make our way toward the designated spot. We walked and walked and walked and walked and walked and walked and got a little bit lost. And walked and walked and walked and walked again. FINALLY when we reached the place, it was occupied by sleeping MAKELS and NYONYA'S TALKING ON THE PHONE and couples and all that sort. We gave up and walked to some other place. When we finally settled down at a spot, we neglected our books and started talking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Talking bout one topic after another. About how fast time has flown and how people changed and what are we to do after our O's and stuff like that. We basically talked our way through the evening. Qila decided to come over to ica's for break fast so we met her at yew tee and tadaaaaa! Went our separate ways. Had Ramly's for breakfast and shared stupid "SCARY" jokes with brother. How stupid these people can be. Hahaha. "Beh muke die blue (puts down phone)" Ahahah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I also found out that among us friends, we all have our own personal stride :D&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/23350365-6083358009893335393?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/6083358009893335393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=6083358009893335393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/6083358009893335393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/6083358009893335393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2008/09/okay-helllo-asses-d-spent-almost-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-8612331380587453876</id><published>2008-09-05T13:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T14:39:23.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;"&gt;Okay so ive changed my blogskin yet again. Due to some fault that occured in the previous one -_-" Now why the hell ferris wheel again? Cause it holds too many god forsaken memories that im not willing to let go yet. BUT that doesnt mean im not letting go. Im letting go but SLOWLY. That is why i chose this blogskin. Plus its nice dont cha think so? eheheh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;So its the 5th day of fasting month and ive made it full so far :D 25 more days to go. No mood for festivity though. Again this word comes out; O'levels -_-" i bet everyone is sick and tired of seeing this one word repetitively appearing in most of my post. Buhhh -_-" Life will seriously start after this shyet all ends. Cant wait but still im like petrified by thought of it nearing every single hour that passes. Yeah people may see me as someone who cares nothing less but fun, well i can say that all you people are wrong. Cause that freaking cert is all that i care about more then ever and that is why i turned down that offer to Belgium plus other reasons that comes into frame. So i seriously hate it if people judge without asking -_-" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;Now i am seriously craving for Deng2! :D I think im gonna get some tomorrow! Muahahahaha :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remembered when i scratched your name into the sand and whispered to myself that you're the one; and didnt see the tide washing your name away as i walked away. Guess time has washed away your presence from my conscience.&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/23350365-8612331380587453876?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/8612331380587453876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=8612331380587453876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/8612331380587453876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/8612331380587453876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2008/09/okay-so-ive-changed-my-blogskin-yet.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-1833235723334401718</id><published>2008-08-31T22:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T23:15:44.587+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240689549145611826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SLqrYOrtHjI/AAAAAAAAAQo/zoeh2jNtAiQ/s320/CIMG1671.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Group photo :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240689549671929394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SLqrYQpMFjI/AAAAAAAAAQw/pUUAUJCzRRc/s320/CIMG1674.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nunu and Ail;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240690146744300594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SLqr7A6VdDI/AAAAAAAAARA/VKPJ3OKwHzc/s320/CIMG1678.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Muttons~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240690143409958530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SLqr60fXboI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/e8GhnVlrb9A/s320/CIMG1675.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Chuck and Larry;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240690771374414178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SLqsfX1wmWI/AAAAAAAAARQ/DnNCX1VJJT0/s320/CIMG1691.JPG" border="0" /&gt;PEANUT-MAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240690775410808626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SLqsfm4HFzI/AAAAAAAAARY/t1KfSuR1xPE/s320/CIMG1699.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hello :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240690766658213570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SLqsfGRVFsI/AAAAAAAAARI/9L_Rs1EYqBg/s320/CIMG1683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;They called this; Lyn-sandwhich :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ps; Im a fan of these two funny-asses :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hello world :D; Yesterday was BAYBEATS!! And Today we watched Yana at O.C for a little of a dance competition. Affiliated to Avril's best damn tour in Singapore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So Yesterday. First and foremost IT WAS AWESOME! Okay at first i was disappointed cos alot of people started saying that yesterday was actually Ska instead of hardcore. But when we got there, low and behold; It was Faspitch's band which was about to go onstage. YEAHH WOOOO!! MOSH BABY MOSH! Okay i admit that i was abit taken aback by the intensity of the crowd. So first i only head-banged my head on the spot. Then on their last song, we all decided to mosh. And yes i fell and everyone stepped on me. THX syahir for picking me up and THX yan for retrieving my shoe :D; Up next was ELECTRICO!! Wooo! Okay lemme say something. Their song's aren't actually for moshing.. but some stupid asses started moshing so i guess we all followed and soon the whole crowd started moshing -_-" So overall, although i got stepped on and i almost lost my shoe. It was SUPERB! Ps: Faspitch vocalist is DAMN hot! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;Today; renewed my new ez-link card. Yeah! And met up with the others at cck. Made our way to O.C and ate and settled down while waiting for the show to start. Thres Roses( I tink this is how it's spelled ) was FABULOUS! They totally ROCKED the stage. Okay in this case, its DANCED the stage. Go YANA! WOOO! Then other groups went on and my other favourites were STYLES FROM BEYOND and A GROUP DRESSED IN BLACK AND WHITE AND I DONT KNOW THEIR NAME! Yeah! So that was it. Overall styles from beyond won and they got to be the opening act for Avril's concert on 7th of september. After that went bck to lot and bought food at pasar malam and ate it at some block. took the bus home and BOOM! okay done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I GOT TO TAKE A PICTURE WITH THE MUTTONS!! I LOVE THEM! I seriously listen to them every night! ouh and thx Farhan for asking them for me :D eheheh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;see ya! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23350365-1833235723334401718?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/1833235723334401718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=1833235723334401718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/1833235723334401718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/1833235723334401718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2008/08/group-photo-d-nunu-and-ail-muttons.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SLqrYOrtHjI/AAAAAAAAAQo/zoeh2jNtAiQ/s72-c/CIMG1671.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-3568612341156800202</id><published>2008-08-29T23:45:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T00:14:53.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SLgeUQeu5tI/AAAAAAAAAQg/9ldvsddpIsw/s1600-h/CIMG1585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239971499815659218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SLgeUQeu5tI/AAAAAAAAAQg/9ldvsddpIsw/s320/CIMG1585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yeah we got -_-" faces;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SLgb6PLM1DI/AAAAAAAAAQY/J3nF_LVyYc0/s1600-h/CIMG1645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239968853765444658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SLgb6PLM1DI/AAAAAAAAAQY/J3nF_LVyYc0/s320/CIMG1645.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The most FAB class together with the the 2&lt;br /&gt;most FAB teachers ever :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SLgbqV7eIgI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/uHsiUtSokRA/s1600-h/CIMG1624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239968580700611074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SLgbqV7eIgI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/uHsiUtSokRA/s320/CIMG1624.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were we looking at? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SLgbd6tXvII/AAAAAAAAAQI/ea5hby0luyw/s1600-h/CIMG1620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239968367235284098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SLgbd6tXvII/AAAAAAAAAQI/ea5hby0luyw/s320/CIMG1620.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qilaaaa what are you searching for? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SLgbJM9f4VI/AAAAAAAAAQA/vlYrqxAC2a8/s1600-h/CIMG1615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239968011357512018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SLgbJM9f4VI/AAAAAAAAAQA/vlYrqxAC2a8/s320/CIMG1615.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;2 most FAB teacher in the world; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SLga5mSX2-I/AAAAAAAAAP4/cif8VjSGmzI/s1600-h/CIMG1604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239967743278046178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SLga5mSX2-I/AAAAAAAAAP4/cif8VjSGmzI/s320/CIMG1604.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candid yeoh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SLgalv5QjaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/OQeIYhRe-18/s1600-h/CIMG1603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239967402259680674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SLgalv5QjaI/AAAAAAAAAPw/OQeIYhRe-18/s320/CIMG1603.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;Yeah we got top 20 :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;Okay! so today was teacher's day celebration PLUS cross-country. So yeah basically i didnt really prepared myself well for the run. Cos i only did one last minute training with my friend that runs on "Ferrari Engines" unbelievable man that dude. OKay den the morning of the run i tried what he suggested; which was Drink Raw eggs. Yeah as disgusting as it sounds. It works. So yeah, the four of us in th pic above were the ones from 4B that gotten top 20.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;After that was the celebration. Mike and Safuan were awesome. They really killed the perfromance by owning it with their remarkable talent. Following on; we had the suprise party of Ms Eng and Mr Azhar with Pizza's and gifts. We had a couple of photos and i managed to slit in a video :D So after school was basically an acoustic session with guitar and keyboard. Alright that all i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;Btw thx peanut for the suggestion on Raw eggs thingy. It still is icky though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;I won two bets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;Syahir please take care of your health.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;My legs hurts so bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;Baybeats tomorrow :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23350365-3568612341156800202?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/3568612341156800202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=3568612341156800202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/3568612341156800202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/3568612341156800202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2008/08/yeah-we-got-faces-most-fab-class.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SLgeUQeu5tI/AAAAAAAAAQg/9ldvsddpIsw/s72-c/CIMG1585.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-3764562330871239806</id><published>2008-08-28T23:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T23:53:17.848+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;Separating someone with their passion isnt really a good thing. Especially if she lives by it. Someone like me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;Ive been separated from my music bcos of my olevels. First it was my piano that was forcefully sold away by my parents. Then i was restricted from touching the guitar by some people. And now im suffering with no music aura in my life. The only source that i have is from my mp3 player and lemme tell ya. Its not enough. Why do i say this? Cause i stumbled upon this video on youtube. Its this indian guy, and hell yeah! He plays the piano with soooo much passion and emotion. His sincerity in every note he delivers. Now this is what i miss most about playing the piano. GOD I MISS THE PIANO SOOO MUCH. i want it back! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xluebym9VdE&amp;amp;feature=user"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xluebym9VdE&amp;amp;feature=user&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;go and have a go. You may not see the graciousness in him but i do. His playing of the piano made me cry. Lets see if he has the same effect on you as well. But if you dont like it, then im sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23350365-3764562330871239806?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/3764562330871239806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=3764562330871239806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/3764562330871239806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/3764562330871239806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2008/08/separating-someone-with-their-passion.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-396484586574919716</id><published>2008-08-25T20:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T21:04:59.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SLKt4n-z-OI/AAAAAAAAAPY/GjvjEUKFVZY/s1600-h/P1040514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238440504902023394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SLKt4n-z-OI/AAAAAAAAAPY/GjvjEUKFVZY/s320/P1040514.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;Hello ladies and gents. Apparently this photo's taken like weeks back. So yeah. My nose is like seriously wide. Ahahah :D (okay hidung aku kembang. I noe) I guess i'll have to put away the bass for quite sometime now. Since O's are like peeping in. And guess what. Im loosing my touch in music! Hellllppp! Its been a long time since ive touced the piano and ive realise that im like seriously struggling to keep up with the piano octaves and notes. Whats happening to me???? No no no! This cannot be happening. I must find a way to divide my time for both my music and studies. Shyet i say. SHYET!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;Ouh and credits to Khair for taking my picture :D&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/23350365-396484586574919716?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/396484586574919716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=396484586574919716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/396484586574919716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/396484586574919716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2008/08/hello-ladies-and-gents.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SLKt4n-z-OI/AAAAAAAAAPY/GjvjEUKFVZY/s72-c/P1040514.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-6866583960856737372</id><published>2008-08-24T16:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T16:44:22.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;Boo! Its a sunday and that means its the end of the weekends. Buhh -_-" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;Saturday was a short one for me. Firstly went to woodlands regional library for a quick study. Before that we went to eat at banquet. Thx guys for the "Keow Teow" and Su for the Cadbury Boost! :DDD Eheheheh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;After that nunu and i went for a little survey for our prom dresses at town. Yes i noe its a little too early for that but erm there seriously isnt any time left. Hey i have a friend who has already bought his outfit :D so yeah. IN case people are wondering, the theme for this year's prom is 'Hollywood - A night with the stars' -_-" yes i noe. Sounds catchy and abit off. Guess what, we'll all have to pay 70 bucks. Bummer right? Naaahhh wth. Anyways, im thinking of going goth. MUahahahahaha! Okay no.. Its just a thought. Or mayb i'll go simple. Like short halter-neck/black dress. Go figures. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Someone said;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23350365-6866583960856737372?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/6866583960856737372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=6866583960856737372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/6866583960856737372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/6866583960856737372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2008/08/boo-its-sunday-and-that-means-its-end.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-1331761549858927034</id><published>2008-08-22T20:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T20:59:45.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;Hey yo hey yo! :D Lets all give a warm welcome to; THE WEEKENDS! Heeee :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;Okay its a short weekend anyway. No biggy. Monday's gonna be Malay Prelims and yeah i bet im gonna do badly for that. Why? cos i have absolutely forgotten every single shyet about that subject. What the hell and now i have to retake it -_- bummer;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;Okay this is really random. But ive been acknowledged by my neighbour just now that there was something really weird about me. He said that i have a problem. A really big one in fact. He claimed that i have a problem in looking at ppl in the eye when im talking. -_-" So its like i'll look around but except the person's eyes. Hmmm mayb cause my eyes are too big? hahahah. Okay okay fine. Yes i noe i have this problem but eeeerrmm, i have no idea how am i going to fix this "problem" of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;Cheer up NUNU! You still have yours truly :D I am very sure that there are more suitable guys out there just waiting for you to fall in their arms. Just wait for the right one who sweeps you off your feet. Whatever it is i'll always be here to be your Mak nenek :] Okay NENEH? eheh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;Who shall sweep me off my feet? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;Run baby run!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23350365-1331761549858927034?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/1331761549858927034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=1331761549858927034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/1331761549858927034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/1331761549858927034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2008/08/hey-yo-hey-yo-d-lets-all-give-warm.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-4530175444929619600</id><published>2008-08-19T20:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T21:01:23.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;Omg omg omg. Schoooooooooool! *sigh* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;"&gt;Okay ive been falling asleep twice at the canteen at precisely 4.50pm and wake up at 5.30pm. Oooo? Okay funneehh. Ive been spending my after schools in the canteen doing my homework while waiting for the DnT people to finish. And okay i have to admit, the school canteen can really be erm comforting to a certain extent :D HEY seriously man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;"&gt;OKay i heard that this Sunday is the official opening of GEYLANG!! WOOOOO!! And my dad's like gonna be the one in-charge of broadcasting it on tv. Woahh you go dad. -_-" heh. K this song? I really like alot. It has this somewhat of a relations to me. If you would change the lyrics abit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;"&gt;Maknenek!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23350365-4530175444929619600?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/4530175444929619600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=4530175444929619600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/4530175444929619600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/4530175444929619600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2008/08/omg-omg-omg.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-4501626217848729051</id><published>2008-08-18T19:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T20:17:41.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;First day of the week and school has already seems to suck like hell. Hahah, in case you people haven notice. I frequently states that my school sucks ass :D Heeeee cos it really does. Okay fine. Not totally but part of the school committee does. I cant help myself but to just say this feelings out loud. Okay technically type. SOooooooooooooo, yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;"&gt;My stomach has behaved itself today. Only till after 7.27 i tink. When it started to FUZZ again -_-" Not gd i tell ya. And one other thing. I SO DONT WANNA RETAKE MY MALAY O'LEVEL! Come'on adults. B3(D) is like gd enough for me. I hate being trapped it that room again with HER and HER VOICE. Its traumatising me! That is guranteed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;"&gt;When will this end? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23350365-4501626217848729051?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/4501626217848729051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=4501626217848729051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/4501626217848729051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/4501626217848729051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-day-of-week-and-school-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-4825388919764503285</id><published>2008-08-17T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T22:30:42.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;I guess ive decided that; what the heck! Its time to let go and move on. So yes ive deleted the previous skin which i seriously worked my ass off just to savour that Flyer moment. So now the moments gone. SO LONG FLYER and HELLO TO whatever this is, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;SO! This weekend was a dud for me cos instead of going out for my usual Saturdays and Sundays, I sat home and did my revisions. I even realised that i cant rely on anyone anymore for my education. Not even my freaking fams. So yeah, im on my own. I hope i pull through cos i sooooo want that place in NYP. Although i didnt make it for the DPA thingy but no matter! I still have this loser brain of mine. Good luck to me and please work hard. Okay whats weird about this is that im like advising myelf on everything. Weird huh. Definitely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;Kudos to me! Cos im having Diahorrea again. Better yet, this is worse cos the SHYET really comes out like water i tell ya. EWWW okay why am I telling this to you folks. sorry bout that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;Ive been watching Paramore's live performances and let me tell ya OH MY GOD!!! THERE'RE AWESOMEE!!!!! I seriously cant wait till this is over and i really wanna do their covers and of course compose songs of our own. ARRGGHHH!! Im all jittery inside just thinking bout this. HELLLOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333333;"&gt;Suburbancupid :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23350365-4825388919764503285?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/4825388919764503285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=4825388919764503285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/4825388919764503285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/4825388919764503285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-guess-ive-decided-that-what-heck-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-6648916167619731644</id><published>2008-08-14T20:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T20:29:40.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;Jakarta was a hit! :D I promise i'll update about this some other time;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#336666;"&gt;Now, down to serious business. First and foremost. Im damn tired of hearing myself whine about how bad life has treated me so far. And what's worst is that i dont even try to improve one bit. Yeah i did try to get back up but in the end i fall back. FLAT on the bottom. It doesnt help that my brain is slow on catching up things in school and That my O's are coming in like approx 67 days. What?? Yeah thats like 2 months or so. And what am i doing? I dunno!! I just cant study and really study you noe. And i have noe idea why??? Im not sure weather i should worry about this or what? Should i even bother? Yeahhhh So many things. So little time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#336666;"&gt;My Saturdays? Do i have to sacrifice that too? For my studies. Sacrifice 8 saturdays for an unlimited amount of saturdays after that. Hows that? Thinking. Still Thinking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#336666;"&gt;Ouh yeah. Just so you know, ive written 2 songs within this 3 sleepless nights. Im not sure if they really are the material these days. And i hope i'll have the chance to peform it to a live audience :D And i hope they like it. (ahhh see! I got carried away with music. Whereas the real purpose that i was up. Was to do revision. GOD DAMN IT!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#336666;"&gt;Haziq and Harith; Klau aku rajin nant aku link krg yer..&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/23350365-6648916167619731644?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/6648916167619731644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=6648916167619731644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/6648916167619731644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/6648916167619731644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2008/08/jakarta-was-hit-d-i-promise-ill-update.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-2007145250712647562</id><published>2008-08-08T20:36:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T21:18:56.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SJxCbOIrmKI/AAAAAAAAAO4/NGLwNh_ko50/s1600-h/DSC00356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232129902516082850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SJxCbOIrmKI/AAAAAAAAAO4/NGLwNh_ko50/s320/DSC00356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunu and Sha2;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SJxCodDozOI/AAAAAAAAAPA/JQdRdotmiYg/s1600-h/DSC00358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232130129859759330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SJxCodDozOI/AAAAAAAAAPA/JQdRdotmiYg/s320/DSC00358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;New trend; smile with no eyes :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SJxCOtKqNYI/AAAAAAAAAOw/qAx5-7m0QDQ/s1600-h/DSC00354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232129687507580290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SJxCOtKqNYI/AAAAAAAAAOw/qAx5-7m0QDQ/s320/DSC00354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SJxBrRuObBI/AAAAAAAAAOo/vZQCbFYG6fU/s1600-h/DSC00203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232129078845139986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SJxBrRuObBI/AAAAAAAAAOo/vZQCbFYG6fU/s320/DSC00203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The most helpful backstage crew one can ever get :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SJxBfrUcKfI/AAAAAAAAAOg/9D9IJaUfaYA/s1600-h/DSC00200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232128879557880306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SJxBfrUcKfI/AAAAAAAAAOg/9D9IJaUfaYA/s320/DSC00200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hardcore-ness :D;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SJw-_tJBzuI/AAAAAAAAAOY/VqrVykpt8xs/s1600-h/DSC00205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232126131267817186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SJw-_tJBzuI/AAAAAAAAAOY/VqrVykpt8xs/s320/DSC00205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nunuuuuuuu! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SJw-zwl6FdI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/CB-otwlxes8/s1600-h/DSC00194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232125926035822034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SJw-zwl6FdI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/CB-otwlxes8/s320/DSC00194.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peanut!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SJw-gCAf6mI/AAAAAAAAAOI/nUS0ibcXXdo/s1600-h/DSC00193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232125587113372258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SJw-gCAf6mI/AAAAAAAAAOI/nUS0ibcXXdo/s320/DSC00193.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its the bassist of Shuttersounds;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Zul!!! More pics please! :])&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;As you can see. Those picture's tell a thousand words. Yesterday was public concert and we rocked ourselves onstage. At least that's what i thought. Actually there are more pics but they aren't with me for the moment. So yeah. Nunu did my hair which was totaly RAD! And yeah thx to Farhan Harith and Haziq for helping us carrying our equipments. And to all our peeps for helping us through their supports :D We are seriously grateful for it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;And today was national day celebration in sch and this time it was FREEPLAY THAT ROCKED THE CELEBRATION! PERIOD!! I am a fan man! Farhan u rock! (Mr Gates) Okay thats enough. The gallery were the only ones up and screaming our lungs out for them!! WOOAAAHH! OKay overall it was totally RAD!!! After that we went bowling and had Teh-Tarik at Alif :D And yeaahh that's it. Tomorrow im off to Jakarta and woooo! First time on the Jet :D (Sape2 yg sudi menemani Mak Nenek ini ke airport esok? :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SJxEZnjlc0I/AAAAAAAAAPI/YidnyYHHBeY/s1600-h/DSC00214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232132074003329858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SJxEZnjlc0I/AAAAAAAAAPI/YidnyYHHBeY/s320/DSC00214.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Sweet cap ey? Its not mine :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Im gonna miss all my PEEPSSS!!!!! Baaaah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23350365-2007145250712647562?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/2007145250712647562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=2007145250712647562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/2007145250712647562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/2007145250712647562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2008/08/nunu-and-sha2-new-trend-smile-with-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SJxCbOIrmKI/AAAAAAAAAO4/NGLwNh_ko50/s72-c/DSC00356.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-8374230837421211732</id><published>2008-08-05T22:46:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:27:18.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663300;"&gt;School =.=" ----&gt; Thats my definition for it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;"&gt;Two more days till public concert and im so whacked up!! I haven decided on fully on what's to wear and the doddling up and stuff. BAAAAAHHH! The day after next, NDP celebration. Than after that is JAKARTA! (Not excited people).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;"&gt;Some pictures from the past few days;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SJhqlfkfdQI/AAAAAAAAANw/xdMZeQEEdFg/s1600-h/DSC00295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231048159553090818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SJhqlfkfdQI/AAAAAAAAANw/xdMZeQEEdFg/s320/DSC00295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SJhqX24hRMI/AAAAAAAAANo/24xHo8bZYms/s1600-h/DSC00328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231047925292942530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SJhqX24hRMI/AAAAAAAAANo/24xHo8bZYms/s320/DSC00328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SJhq5sc91uI/AAAAAAAAAN4/-AU0B07c00U/s1600-h/DSC00246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231048506608572130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SJhq5sc91uI/AAAAAAAAAN4/-AU0B07c00U/s320/DSC00246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eheh: this one's a lil diff :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SJhrXwDCqKI/AAAAAAAAAOA/9OqBHm8EU5Q/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231049022969653410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SJhrXwDCqKI/AAAAAAAAAOA/9OqBHm8EU5Q/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Suburbancupid&lt;/span&gt; :D; anyone comming by to rescue me? Naaahh Dont think so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23350365-8374230837421211732?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/8374230837421211732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=8374230837421211732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/8374230837421211732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/8374230837421211732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2008/08/thats-my-definition-for-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jex3BiQa0Ms/SJhqlfkfdQI/AAAAAAAAANw/xdMZeQEEdFg/s72-c/DSC00295.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-8178932502810867498</id><published>2008-08-03T22:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T22:48:43.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663333;"&gt;I spent almost a whole week pondering about myself. Thinking wether it was worth my tears and aches, guessing it was. Cause there really is no one else. Now im just waiting for the right one to come along. Probably not gonna happen. So im guessing im just waiting for my life to start. Which is after my O's; wish me luck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663333;"&gt;Soooo Friday Saturday Sunday. Lemme tell ya, it was the most exciting weekend ive ever had it MONTHS!!! Thanks to all those peeps who've outdone themselves to make me stand back up on my own 2 feet without them even realising it :D Hahahah. We've had the most suckish rehearsel ever, tried first-hand at pool (and yes i did put some it the pucks :D), almost starve myself to death, cramped my feet, jamming, ate some spicy food. And YES the most important thing is that i bought myself a HOMER-SIMPSONS pick! Muahahahahah. (D'ohh!) Yeahh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663333;"&gt;So im going to Jakarta this coming saturday. Yeahh.. i noe. Singapore's birthday and im elsewhere. So?? Whats the big idea. The bad thing is that i wont be able to watch the entire celebration with the peeps. Ohhh shit. Come send me to the airport yeah guys? (heeeeee tk tau malu yerr) :D; Thats all there is to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663333;"&gt;P.s: sorry about the suckish tagboard&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/23350365-8178932502810867498?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/8178932502810867498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=8178932502810867498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/8178932502810867498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/8178932502810867498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-spent-almost-whole-week-pondering.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23350365.post-5944900534915714746</id><published>2008-07-27T21:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T21:44:58.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I guess you cant really decide yr own fate. Whatever you hoped for so much, does not always come true. You would have to be seriously lucky or blessed with so much happiness in order to get your hopes to come to live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Unfortunately for me, im not someone who's born with luck or blessed with so much god damn happiness. Yesterday, someone took away my happiness by telling that someone is already someone elses. Go figures man, relationships arent really my thing in the first place. I was dumb enough to pursue this one deep enough. I guess i am at fault as well cause i didnt really tell him how i really felt. Or mayb he just didnt get it. Buhhh whatever it is, it doesnt matter. Im am seriously hurt inside and there seriously arent any words to describe the SUCKYNESS that im feeling right now. Imagine being left behind by someone whom; errghh! I shall not go on. It hurts so much. Im not gonna elaborate :D -__-"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hello anyone?;&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/23350365-5944900534915714746?l=flying-guitars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/feeds/5944900534915714746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23350365&amp;postID=5944900534915714746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/5944900534915714746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23350365/posts/default/5944900534915714746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://flying-guitars.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-guess-you-cant-really-decide-yr-own.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07449828416569597928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
