<?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-8304889253883588129</id><updated>2012-02-10T15:52:47.946+08:00</updated><category term='Promises'/><category term='So You Think You Can Dance'/><category term='Plans'/><category term='Party'/><category term='Hair'/><category term='Wishlist'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Dogs'/><category term='Seventeen'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='Ice Skating'/><category term='Computer Games'/><category term='Tags'/><category term='Test'/><category term='Feelings'/><category term='Shopping'/><category term='Projects'/><category term='Food'/><category term='Quizzes'/><category term='Events'/><category term='Protests'/><category term='Websites'/><category term='School'/><category term='Accidents'/><category term='Holidays'/><category term='Blog layout'/><category term='Home-work'/><category term='Baking'/><category term='Quotes'/><category term='Study'/><category term='Cooking'/><category term='Paramore'/><category term='Exams'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='Exercise'/><category term='Zwinky'/><category term='Tuition'/><category term='Cousins'/><category term='Sleep'/><category term='Fashion'/><category term='Pictures'/><category term='Recipes'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='Swimming'/><category term='Sports'/><category term='TV Shows'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>beautified</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>227</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-8514117197961213232</id><published>2012-02-08T18:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T18:55:11.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shattered.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lb16m935yU0/TzJTr3ZQZJI/AAAAAAAABJM/zedKYtpozCU/s1600/tumblr_lp0hiqpbyi1qb6f1po1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lb16m935yU0/TzJTr3ZQZJI/AAAAAAAABJM/zedKYtpozCU/s320/tumblr_lp0hiqpbyi1qb6f1po1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706715690901202066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today, I woke up feeling great,and told myself today would be tear-free and spent with absolute happiness and contentment.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you just had to fucking ruin it all, you just had to fucking throw out all the critism and leave me there just trying to numb my feelings but i dont have the energy to ignore my feelings anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dont even see a reason left to live when all i see is just sadness everywhere and everything going wrong and tearing apart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everywhere i go im just so unaccepted and i'm really really tired of seing those judgemental eyes stare right into mine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its hard to cling on things you made up by yourself just so that youd feel a little bit more optimistic in life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and trying so hard just to get away from reality and all the routine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now forever afraid of loving. forever having my food intake limited. Forever afriad of trusting someone .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304889253883588129-8514117197961213232?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/8514117197961213232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2012/02/shattered.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/8514117197961213232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/8514117197961213232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2012/02/shattered.html' title='shattered.'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lb16m935yU0/TzJTr3ZQZJI/AAAAAAAABJM/zedKYtpozCU/s72-c/tumblr_lp0hiqpbyi1qb6f1po1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-3546581478132688996</id><published>2012-02-01T21:49:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T22:51:50.509+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home-work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Sleep in heavenly peace.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4-0uIOqxU08/TylQ2BDXFuI/AAAAAAAABJA/rJ2LrwVL-T0/s1600/tumblr_lymasfxT611qzb2hmo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4-0uIOqxU08/TylQ2BDXFuI/AAAAAAAABJA/rJ2LrwVL-T0/s320/tumblr_lymasfxT611qzb2hmo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704179291967133410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I have sheltered my heart in a place you can't touch.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hello, you guysss.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's 10:51p.m , on a school night , and I'm purposely composing a post at this time despite the fact that I am forced to run, jump, and probably everything in about eleven hours. Don't get my drift? I have P.E first thing tomorrow morning, with my other cool friends who sometimes tend to leave me behind when we jog to the basketball court. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I went back to my hometown for the CNY , and ate wayy too much. Based on my usually accurate predictions, I believe I've gained another two kgs. So yes, I've reached the stage where I'm worthy to be called beyond obese. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides that, I'm still in the holiday mood. Which sucks, because I only have less than a month to refresh all the rusty knowledge I learnt from last year. Home-works have been piling up once again, and deadlines are growing shorter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But tonight, I just want to lie down on my bed, in utter blindness, without a single problem or insecurity crawling in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight guys (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/S, a must watch video below:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="460" height="264" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/v2bOt-QASEk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&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/8304889253883588129-3546581478132688996?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/3546581478132688996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2012/02/sleep-in-heavenly-peace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/3546581478132688996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/3546581478132688996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2012/02/sleep-in-heavenly-peace.html' title='Sleep in heavenly peace.'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4-0uIOqxU08/TylQ2BDXFuI/AAAAAAAABJA/rJ2LrwVL-T0/s72-c/tumblr_lymasfxT611qzb2hmo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-728367829232304884</id><published>2012-01-18T20:28:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T21:31:01.640+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>I'll try again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4jgl9485rfE/TxbG2bk1iJI/AAAAAAAABIo/pArPw0rH0jU/s1600/tumblr_lx4fquGjTq1r82fl6o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4jgl9485rfE/TxbG2bk1iJI/AAAAAAAABIo/pArPw0rH0jU/s320/tumblr_lx4fquGjTq1r82fl6o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698961016901437586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Strolling along the narrow grassy land surrounded by trees, of whom are now my friends, barefooted..but altogether happy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;; I've never believed in being perfect,but in the verb 'perfecting'.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My first dream occupation was to become an author , and along the way , I decided to become an illustrator of my own as well . Yeah , go ahead , laugh . I was a little kid with huge dreams , and such big confidence and persistence , I could probably blow your mind away . When I set my mind to do something , I made sure I did it . &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to be the youngest author to ever publish a novel in Malaysia. Yeah, as cheezy as that sounds, that was me. I could remember the first time I started writing , I wrote my name millions of times everywhere. I started composing my own stories when I was six, on typical brown exercise books which were bought from my brother's school. On every alternate page, I would draw a picture of how the story looked like at that moment. Whenever I showed them to my parents,they would tell me they look pretty,and I was pretty convinced they were so. But,honestly speaking,looking at them right now, they look quite terrible - Girls with huge heads, inhumanly long necks &amp;amp; precariously placed objects on top of tables which would have failed to even hold up in real life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, I didn't care. I love English, and I love fiction stories as much as I love cookies; In fact, I found writing stories relaxing that I could use it as a tool to help me fall asleep at night. When I was eight, I had let my grandfather read a chapter of my story I had written, as his birthday present.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took lots of classes on English. I improved, I guess. Well, I felt like I did. Except, that, when I reached 12,I had a lot of negative feedback on my essays. And somehow everything just stopped. I stopped writing. I stopped liking English,because what all the teachers were expecting from me were factual essays with seriousness and not a hint of humor or imagination in sight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me forgetting the happiness I found in writing stories happened so gradual, that I didn't even notice any change. But,somehow,in the beginning of December,it suddenly loomed over me that I should start writing again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to have a truckload of ideas on stories,and I got discouraged when I couldn't think of a single one,when I opened Microsoft Word to start a brand new chapter, to a brand new story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it's going to be Chinese New Year, and when I was 7-11, that would be the time period where I would write the most all in one day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I would do was to write them out on Microsoft Word and print them out at the end of the day. Then read it at night, elaborate on the story a little bit more, grow tired, and fall asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was how it was. Some people have told me, once you had let go of your passion in doing something, you won't ever find the joy in doing the thing anymore. I don't know who to believe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But,I guess,I'm going to try all over again? It shouldn't hurt to try. Yes, this Chinese New Year. Chapter 1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304889253883588129-728367829232304884?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/728367829232304884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2012/01/ill-try-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/728367829232304884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/728367829232304884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2012/01/ill-try-again.html' title='I&apos;ll try again.'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4jgl9485rfE/TxbG2bk1iJI/AAAAAAAABIo/pArPw0rH0jU/s72-c/tumblr_lx4fquGjTq1r82fl6o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-4735619781976742698</id><published>2012-01-16T16:42:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T21:27:12.027+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>White rabbits on the run.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UEDrwCQ6nJE/TxPqoD7zZ3I/AAAAAAAABIc/3m1vjIWQch8/s1600/tumblr_lvv5m9GHV01qdrtdto1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UEDrwCQ6nJE/TxPqoD7zZ3I/AAAAAAAABIc/3m1vjIWQch8/s320/tumblr_lvv5m9GHV01qdrtdto1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698155927525615474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;How would life be , if it were a fairy tale ?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Oh,hello (: Chinese New Year is approaching, and the weather feels like it had just increased by ten times . It's been about three months since I've been pondering on what to wear for Chinese New Year , and, as much as I know how behind time I am in choosing an outfit, my flu is simply killing the mood . Yes, you heard me , I'm sick again. I really pray I'd manage to recover before Friday, because that's when I really need my taste buds back. Looking forward to all the food , ang paus , and my valid excuses to be fat during the festive season . Oh yeah , fun fun fun fun .&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently hooked onto Emmy Rossum's music. Dream pop ftw . :} &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I could steal clothes off Tumblr. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gina sitting next to me, begging for the organic raisins in my hand. I'm starting to conclude that the world could revolve around you if you have huge brown eyes, along with an innocent look . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyone wants to take me out to One Utama and buy me a notebook, so that I can fill it with my favorite quotes ? :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah , I have this habit of being vague when it come to blog posts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304889253883588129-4735619781976742698?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/4735619781976742698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2012/01/white-rabbits-on-run.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/4735619781976742698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/4735619781976742698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2012/01/white-rabbits-on-run.html' title='White rabbits on the run.'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UEDrwCQ6nJE/TxPqoD7zZ3I/AAAAAAAABIc/3m1vjIWQch8/s72-c/tumblr_lvv5m9GHV01qdrtdto1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-8052924086838242699</id><published>2012-01-01T23:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T23:41:49.600+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>'Cause your smile is overdue.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tHKX0pYTXaA/TwB4ro44BvI/AAAAAAAABIQ/IP2Tgh_L3u8/s1600/Picture0733.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tHKX0pYTXaA/TwB4ro44BvI/AAAAAAAABIQ/IP2Tgh_L3u8/s320/Picture0733.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692682620101986034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Purposely took this picture a few seconds ago for you guys. Hello. By seeing the photo above, you can probably point out all my flaws and imperfections. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke up at 12:05p.m sharp today and got ready for lunch with my family. I was feeling slightly nauseated because I drank a carbonated drink right before I slept.  Anyway, my dad brought my family&amp;amp;I out to Centrepoint and we had Chinese food. I ordered "Siew Yok" with duck and rice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was having a really good time because I was eating white rice (of which I rarely am I allowed to eat), and I was super hungry at the moment as I didnt have breakfast. When I was removing the fats from my Siew Yok , I overheard my dad telling my brother this: "Don't remove the fats. You have to eat them. You need to gain weight la. Eat everything." I didn't know what I was thinking but I joined in , saying "Does that apply to me as well? :D Can I finally stop removing the fats and eat the Siew Yok by itself?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once I said that I realized how stupid that sounded. My dad replied, "No. You can't. You're not skinny like your brother. At all. You need to lose weight. Stop eating so much."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldnt eat my lunch anymore.Dead serious. I just lost my appetite there and then. And suddenly the meal just looked like fats to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like last year. That was exactly how it looked like when I tried to starve myself. I just can't bring myself into that cycle again. When I felt hunger but kept telling myself I was full and that I had enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me being extremely fat is probably one of my parents' fears for me. I don't even know why. When I go out and have meals with other families they encourage me to eat more, but my parents would just give me that look saying "No." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want 2012 to be like 2011.I don't want to become self conscious again. But at the same time I don't want to have my parents worry over me. Oh what the hell.I just ruined the first post of 2012. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304889253883588129-8052924086838242699?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/8052924086838242699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2012/01/cause-your-smile-is-overdue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/8052924086838242699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/8052924086838242699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2012/01/cause-your-smile-is-overdue.html' title='&apos;Cause your smile is overdue.'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tHKX0pYTXaA/TwB4ro44BvI/AAAAAAAABIQ/IP2Tgh_L3u8/s72-c/Picture0733.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-4725617687108793485</id><published>2011-12-30T23:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T23:59:42.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Satisfaction.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lq2IKa2l4uM/Tv3f1BR-kVI/AAAAAAAABH4/rMBWIiEnXFg/s1600/tumblr_lwse9gzThK1qjfe1zo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lq2IKa2l4uM/Tv3f1BR-kVI/AAAAAAAABH4/rMBWIiEnXFg/s320/tumblr_lwse9gzThK1qjfe1zo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691951606036074834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm going to stop relying on mankind's productions to bring me happiness, and I'm going to find the real purpose of life. Yes, you heard me, I'm not going to define satisfaction as that momentary period of time after purchasing a physical item. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Because I know there's something more to that, that will linger for a lifetime.&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/8304889253883588129-4725617687108793485?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/4725617687108793485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/12/satisfaction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/4725617687108793485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/4725617687108793485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/12/satisfaction.html' title='Satisfaction.'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lq2IKa2l4uM/Tv3f1BR-kVI/AAAAAAAABH4/rMBWIiEnXFg/s72-c/tumblr_lwse9gzThK1qjfe1zo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-4849453340218566847</id><published>2011-12-30T21:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T22:07:39.989+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>Nonchalant outside , scared inside.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OIJq-n2uHdY/Tv25KgPV1hI/AAAAAAAABHs/YbsAohdUElg/s1600/757218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 195px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OIJq-n2uHdY/Tv25KgPV1hI/AAAAAAAABHs/YbsAohdUElg/s320/757218.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691909094170285586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello, you. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Started reading Emma by Jane Austen two days ago, and have been thoroughly enjoying it. Am planning to finish it before topical test week begins (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, today is the second last day of 2011 &amp;amp; I have no idea how to approach it , or let's say, end it as it's already 9:18p.m. Not many memorable memories were made this year ; I hardly get those happy flashbacks running through my mind from this year. And I hate to say that I know why. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Indulging in nostalgia is probably one of my many bad tendencies this year. Um, so is becoming lazy. Combination of that two makes an unproductive person, like me. I think that's enough for me to say that this whole year has been sadly wasted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, quoting from my previous two posts 'I can't erase all the sadness let alone change anything' I guess I just have to leave this year as it is and anticipate for the year ahead. And I will. However, there's this thing called the 2012 phenomenon (I bet you've heard of it), which is said that the world will end on the 31st December 2012. I'm not saying I believe in it, but there may be a possibility right? To be honest , it's intensifying the pressure of me making 2012 memorable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm scared of what's awaiting for me next year. And I'm scared I would be indifferent. Like I said, one of my 2012 resolutions I've figured out is to be happy. But then, this is just another resolution among the other failed resolutions from the past years. Call me a pessimist for all I care. But really, I've learned that every little move we make can make a huge impact and difference. What if I make the wrong moves again like this year? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spilling glue all over my table so that I can peel them off after they have dried. I think I've gone nuts. Going to take a shower and try to get some good sleep so that I will have sufficient energy at Mystical Eve concert tomorrow night. As much as I want to blog some more, I think it's best I leave this post as it is and let you guys conclude that I'm a weird lunatic who needs help. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nights. And just in case I don't get to blog again tomorrow, Happy New Year :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304889253883588129-4849453340218566847?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/4849453340218566847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/12/nonchalant-outside-scared-inside.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/4849453340218566847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/4849453340218566847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/12/nonchalant-outside-scared-inside.html' title='Nonchalant outside , scared inside.'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OIJq-n2uHdY/Tv25KgPV1hI/AAAAAAAABHs/YbsAohdUElg/s72-c/757218.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-5741919421214149386</id><published>2011-12-28T20:35:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T22:11:39.937+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Untitled.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="460" height="264" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xr3qfy78iG4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just a video enough for me wonder why it had begun, or why it even had to end this way.Maybe it was my fault and maybe it was what you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again there's no point reminiscing the past.It's done,isn't it? We've pretty much moved on with life I guess.I'm a stranger to you and probably will always be for the rest of your life. But we'd know you had known me personally for an entire year of our lifetime. All my deepest secrets, fears and capabilities, yes, you knew. All, despite whether you can still remember them now.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Though no one will know the full story of my life,you would know a page. A page, I hope, without faded print.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304889253883588129-5741919421214149386?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/5741919421214149386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/12/untitled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/5741919421214149386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/5741919421214149386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/12/untitled.html' title='Untitled.'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/xr3qfy78iG4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-1969815086675445405</id><published>2011-12-24T22:51:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T00:06:37.879+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas &amp; New Year. ; My letter to 2011.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K-qg4rPy5yg/Tv3hh784zRI/AAAAAAAABIE/76RC9ZDGLno/s1600/tumblr_lwhaiwuHxp1qafc06o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K-qg4rPy5yg/Tv3hh784zRI/AAAAAAAABIE/76RC9ZDGLno/s320/tumblr_lwhaiwuHxp1qafc06o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691953477211180306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;//&lt;span&gt;10:55p.m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear 2011,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;You brought tears &amp;amp; laughter which are all nothing but memories now. You weren't what I expected, nor were you completely disappointing. Christmas '11 wouldn't be the same as the rest of the years anymore. My friends at church are almost strangers to me due to the two months of me skipping youth meetings. Bottom line is is that you were the biggest roller coaster I had ever experienced. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Beginning of 2011, I had tried eating too little, way too afraid of becoming fat. I made close friends who have forgotten me by now. I picked up Accounting. Middle of 2011, things started to become terrible. I felt so unworthy and unwanted. I didn't know what to do. I lost my way to happiness, and was at the saddest point of my life. I started eating too much from then onwards. And here we are now..at the end. Me, heavier with fats and still lost .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But, it's already done. I've worried too much for the future. I've dwelt too long in my past mistakes. Maybe it's my continual impatience as I try to accomplish all my goals within a short period of time. Maybe it's my non-existent assurance of becoming happy and content. Maybe it's my fear of staying due to the fact that nothing stays forever. Maybe I've lost hope in discovering my abilities. They say life's too short ; They say our time here is but a breath. But it's so long for me, and I'm not even halfway there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I've forgotten the path to happiness. I've forgotten all the beautiful intricate creations God had skilfully crafted. Remember my 2010 new year resolution list? I didn't get to fulfill everything. So, for next year, I want to be someone different. I'm going to be happy. I don't know how and I don't know where to start. But, I'll get there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So, 2011, I am fully aware I can't erase all the sadness let alone change anything..&amp;amp; I'm ready for 2012. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Lynn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;a href="http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2010_12_01_archive.html"&gt;Read my 2010 Christmas &amp;amp; New Year post?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304889253883588129-1969815086675445405?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/1969815086675445405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-new-year-my-letter-to-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/1969815086675445405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/1969815086675445405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-new-year-my-letter-to-2011.html' title='Christmas &amp; New Year. ; My letter to 2011.'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K-qg4rPy5yg/Tv3hh784zRI/AAAAAAAABIE/76RC9ZDGLno/s72-c/tumblr_lwhaiwuHxp1qafc06o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-3162158639603865680</id><published>2011-12-24T22:04:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T22:51:32.760+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>Christmas Eve '11</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas Eve, people :D &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent my day sewing this little pouch for my cousin: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UQkovCWjm9o/TvXdJO1TcXI/AAAAAAAABHI/N71pL2JDGa0/s1600/DSCN0852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UQkovCWjm9o/TvXdJO1TcXI/AAAAAAAABHI/N71pL2JDGa0/s320/DSCN0852.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689696854922719602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My messy workplace.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1i-IjG5KW3s/TvXdIhotZTI/AAAAAAAABG8/ywlB90hJk7I/s1600/DSCN0853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1i-IjG5KW3s/TvXdIhotZTI/AAAAAAAABG8/ywlB90hJk7I/s320/DSCN0853.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689696842790298930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Up close :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RQ5P1_WGpUM/TvXdIU1j-vI/AAAAAAAABGw/oWSEWhZlTjo/s1600/DSCN0854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RQ5P1_WGpUM/TvXdIU1j-vI/AAAAAAAABGw/oWSEWhZlTjo/s320/DSCN0854.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689696839354546930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;All the materials used :D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Apparently, it's not finished yet. I'm planning to complete it by Monday. Hehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BhHoke7k41o/TvXfyIXx9kI/AAAAAAAABHg/NhgrXHwBZCk/s1600/DSCN0864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BhHoke7k41o/TvXfyIXx9kI/AAAAAAAABHg/NhgrXHwBZCk/s320/DSCN0864.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689699756586169922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cup lid from Jenn ; Bracelet from Jo Ann &amp;amp; Jo Mynn.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bApdjKGZxis/TvXfx6dO5-I/AAAAAAAABHU/dwdMVczHBdc/s1600/DSCN0866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bApdjKGZxis/TvXfx6dO5-I/AAAAAAAABHU/dwdMVczHBdc/s320/DSCN0866.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689699752850941922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh yeah, have I told you? I've picked up weightlifting again :3&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;--Christmas&amp;amp;new year topic in the next post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304889253883588129-3162158639603865680?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/3162158639603865680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-eve-11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/3162158639603865680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/3162158639603865680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-eve-11.html' title='Christmas Eve &apos;11'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UQkovCWjm9o/TvXdJO1TcXI/AAAAAAAABHI/N71pL2JDGa0/s72-c/DSCN0852.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-979027748921440338</id><published>2011-12-13T20:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T22:22:18.894+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV Shows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hair'/><title type='text'>Haircut &amp; other random ramblings.</title><content type='html'>Today, my brother got his driving license (: At about five this evening, he took me out for his very first drive. It was scary at first, because he did not drive smoothly..AT ALL. But he eventually got the hang of it, and decided to visit our old Bu2 house. I saw the park, the house with the green gate, and our old neighbours' houses. The memories just instantly flashed back ; I remembered riding my old purple bike around the park, and thinking how great life was. I remembered the friendly Golden Retriever (though it wasn't there this evening , must have died ._.) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meh. I miss the life there ); . Everything was good. I was happy. And now the playground got renovated. It looks too new..And I don't like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because I don't want to bore you guys with any more unexciting things, lets move on to something which I know you'd laugh at..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sadly, that would be my haircut. I just got it like a week ago. Pictures below:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KTEgp-2lhTA/TudS-f-8jaI/AAAAAAAABGk/LrozOv01VSo/s1600/Picture0629.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-KTEgp-2lhTA/TudS-f-8jaI/AAAAAAAABGk/LrozOv01VSo/s320/Picture0629.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685604288269421986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like bright pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cJYwLYat3zo/TudS-aXQ8cI/AAAAAAAABGU/nOwa-5Dd-4U/s1600/Picture0630.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-cJYwLYat3zo/TudS-aXQ8cI/AAAAAAAABGU/nOwa-5Dd-4U/s320/Picture0630.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685604286760808898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, hello.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AyYx1j2HuGM/TudS96KLx3I/AAAAAAAABGM/aZHxbGee6_k/s1600/Picture0631.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-AyYx1j2HuGM/TudS96KLx3I/AAAAAAAABGM/aZHxbGee6_k/s320/Picture0631.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685604278116009842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...I KNOW YOU WANT MEHHHH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nDhqUyik9to/TudS9i0NMwI/AAAAAAAABGA/X4QQCVoyFCY/s1600/Picture0637.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nDhqUyik9to/TudS9i0NMwI/AAAAAAAABGA/X4QQCVoyFCY/s320/Picture0637.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685604271849812738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; lastly, to all the boringlamepeoplejk here's my so-called decent photo of my haircut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had cut that awkward strand of hair after taking this picture. It looked too awkward for my awkwardity. Just saying. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay,thanks for reading this. Back to How I Met Your Mother marathon. Bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/8304889253883588129-979027748921440338?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/979027748921440338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/12/haircut-other-random-ramblings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/979027748921440338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/979027748921440338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/12/haircut-other-random-ramblings.html' title='Haircut &amp; other random ramblings.'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KTEgp-2lhTA/TudS-f-8jaI/AAAAAAAABGk/LrozOv01VSo/s72-c/Picture0629.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-1500649011827461864</id><published>2011-12-12T15:12:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T22:22:04.726+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cousins'/><title type='text'>Dear Jenn,</title><content type='html'>I still don't believe you when you told me you're doing fine. So, here's a post filled with my favorite Bible verses which really encourage &amp;amp; comfort me. I hope some of them will become your favorites too. (:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Do not let your hearts be troubled. Trust in God; trust also in me. In my Father's house are  many rooms; if it were not so, I would have told you. I am going there to prepare a place you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am." -John 14:1-3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away." -Revelation 21:4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"God is our refuge and strength, an ever present help in trouble. Therefore we will not fear, though the earth give way and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea, thought its waters roar and foam, and the mountains quake with their surging." -Psalm 46&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Be strong and courageous. Do not fear or be in dread of them, for it is the LORD your God who goes with you. He will not leave you or forsake you." - Deuteronomy 31:6 &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No temptation has overtaken you that is not common to man. God is faithful, and he will not let you be tempted beyond your ability, but with the temptation he will also provide the way of escape, that you may be able to endure it." -1 Corinthians 10:13 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"So we do not lose heart. Though our outer self is wasting away, our inner self is being renewed day by day. For this light momentary affliction is preparing for us an eternal weight of glory beyond all comparison,  as we look not to the things that are seen but to the things that are unseen. For the things that are seen are transient, but the things that are unseen are eternal." -2 Corinthians 4:16-18&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry if there are any typo errors. Some of the verses had to be typed out as they were handwritten in my notebooks. The rest of them were found at &lt;a href="http://www.whatchristianswanttoknow.com/bible-verses-for-encouragement-20-great-scripture-quotes/"&gt;this website&lt;/a&gt;. I hope this made you feel better! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304889253883588129-1500649011827461864?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/1500649011827461864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/12/dear-jenn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/1500649011827461864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/1500649011827461864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/12/dear-jenn.html' title='Dear Jenn,'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-3504302611754438131</id><published>2011-12-12T15:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T15:18:22.507+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>12.12.11</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3TBI_x8_5o/TuWo4t09MWI/AAAAAAAABFQ/CCrV-a5Iw4A/s1600/tumblr_lv52oiwdaM1qifnzpo1_500.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3TBI_x8_5o/TuWo4t09MWI/AAAAAAAABFQ/CCrV-a5Iw4A/s320/tumblr_lv52oiwdaM1qifnzpo1_500.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685135796952969570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vsGgOxismdo/TuWpCvoauWI/AAAAAAAABFc/EKQ300msTDM/s1600/tumblr_lrjeg1lEkS1qdvytko1_400.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vsGgOxismdo/TuWpCvoauWI/AAAAAAAABFc/EKQ300msTDM/s320/tumblr_lrjeg1lEkS1qdvytko1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685135969235941730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x-8j8r1mo_M/TuWpWoy9CEI/AAAAAAAABFo/TABzqlKPzV0/s1600/tumblr_lmjj9yGnIq1qbot9po1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x-8j8r1mo_M/TuWpWoy9CEI/AAAAAAAABFo/TABzqlKPzV0/s320/tumblr_lmjj9yGnIq1qbot9po1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685136310998468674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0rXKuXYozRY/TuWqX_N1J9I/AAAAAAAABF0/p05W2rtF64g/s1600/tumblr_lvshp42s1N1qbjt25o1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 137px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0rXKuXYozRY/TuWqX_N1J9I/AAAAAAAABF0/p05W2rtF64g/s320/tumblr_lvshp42s1N1qbjt25o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685137433708275666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304889253883588129-3504302611754438131?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/3504302611754438131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/12/121211.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/3504302611754438131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/3504302611754438131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/12/121211.html' title='12.12.11'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z3TBI_x8_5o/TuWo4t09MWI/AAAAAAAABFQ/CCrV-a5Iw4A/s72-c/tumblr_lv52oiwdaM1qifnzpo1_500.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-8968881493640454897</id><published>2011-12-09T13:33:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T14:13:09.453+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Broken Arrow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RS1MQsyLvqU/TuGkaRJopjI/AAAAAAAABE4/NuApbq-Yh5A/s1600/DSCN0676.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RS1MQsyLvqU/TuGkaRJopjI/AAAAAAAABE4/NuApbq-Yh5A/s320/DSCN0676.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684004975905646130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh, hello. Did I manage to freak you out? :D . So, you're probably noticing the 'hint' of make up. Just so you know, I don't wear any make up on a daily basis - It was taken after I got back from Appreciation Night (: &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Currently raping the replay button of Pixie Lott-Broken Arrow. The song is so nice D: . And not to mention, she's a really great dancer DD: . #jealous. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Push that aside. I've recently realized I haven't been talking much about my holiday. Which isn't surprising because I dislike talking about what had physically happened, knowing that the post would only be dedicated to the people who didn't join the event. It's also like you're volunteering to become a time machine AND a journalist. BUT, because I have nothing else to fill in the blank space beneath this paragraph.. sit back, and feel left out. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Just kidding (about the last part).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Last week is the highlight of my whole holiday. Amy came down :D , and we had a blast. On the first day, we hung out at One Utama and had pretzels. The next day, we went to catch a movie at Cineleisure and then spent about four and a half hours at Nichii, shopping. Idk what took us so long. Don't call us intense shoppers , because her watch must have been fast. I mean, all we did was look at clothes. Four hours and half hours? Psh. that's just so unlikely._. nevermind that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; The next day, we took an LRT to KLCC (: . We went to Aquaria, and I got to touch a chocolate chip starfish. It was so cute D:. But it felt like a rock. Meh. It was at the entrance area, and there were other creatures we could touch as well. There was the bamboo shark and a weird kind of crab. No one touched the crab because it looks ugly. And uh, Amy &amp;amp; I chickened out when it came to touching the bamboo shark. The guy handling the.."touching pools" was like "Pretend it's a dog. Don't be scared." And I was like "A DOG? Comparing this creature to a dog is just stupid. There's no similarity between them except that they both breathe." We got to see so many animals which I had no idea existed. Aha. oh yeah, I already figured what I want to do for my 14th birthday - Cage Rage. It's a must, but also, I don't want to be disappointed that no sharks would swim past. :Y We bought jellybeans after Aquaria and reached home at five. The next few days we just bummed around and drank coffee. :3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;After she left on Sunday, I've been sitting in front of my computer laughing to How I Met Your Mother. I'm finally finishing Season 2. :D Yeap. That's about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I can't have this post too long, otherwise no one would read it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Okay..Um. Peace out? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wyPDy0vCnFE/TuGx9LbX4AI/AAAAAAAABFE/NZL8bbTlR3k/s1600/Picture0583.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-wyPDy0vCnFE/TuGx9LbX4AI/AAAAAAAABFE/NZL8bbTlR3k/s320/Picture0583.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684019869316014082" div="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/S, That's not my room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304889253883588129-8968881493640454897?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/8968881493640454897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/12/broken-arrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/8968881493640454897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/8968881493640454897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/12/broken-arrow.html' title='Broken Arrow.'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RS1MQsyLvqU/TuGkaRJopjI/AAAAAAAABE4/NuApbq-Yh5A/s72-c/DSCN0676.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-6388581885528494965</id><published>2011-12-07T17:26:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T14:12:09.940+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'>alone, again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GW4_W_cZr-k/Tt8xxD7RM1I/AAAAAAAABEs/1wOOhfeBDqU/s1600/tumblr_lp1csxgWGp1qcx4a5o1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GW4_W_cZr-k/Tt8xxD7RM1I/AAAAAAAABEs/1wOOhfeBDqU/s320/tumblr_lp1csxgWGp1qcx4a5o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683315973702103890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i style="font-style: italic; "&gt;"All these words we speak casually- well, maybe I'm just weak, but it hurts me." -L&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;enka&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304889253883588129-6388581885528494965?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/6388581885528494965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/12/alone-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/6388581885528494965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/6388581885528494965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/12/alone-again.html' title='alone, again.'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GW4_W_cZr-k/Tt8xxD7RM1I/AAAAAAAABEs/1wOOhfeBDqU/s72-c/tumblr_lp1csxgWGp1qcx4a5o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-8574293009864128094</id><published>2011-12-06T19:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T20:43:44.424+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Undefined.</title><content type='html'>Comes to a point in life where I don't understand people and a stage in life where I don't understand myself either. Questions just keep flooding in of which the majority can only be answered by God. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello. It's December already. I can happily say I've survived 2011 now. I know it's still a little early for me to conclude this year, and start jotting down my New Year Resolutions, but whatever. I don't think anyone will bother to read this post till two weeks after it gets published :Y&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year was the most difficult. I learned things through the painful way, I lost friends for the right reasons, and made the wrong decisions. I was let down, used, and compared. I learned more about God, had the longest time being broke and got closer to my brother. I also had my first burger from Burger King :D . I spent my birthday at my grandparents' house because of an unfortunate accident. I was back stabbed, &amp;amp; taken for granted. But along the way, I realized who were the people who actually cared. Turns out they're all family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was called the things I knew I weren't, I was alone. I got through my eating problems. My insomnia is getting slightly better. My scoliosis didn't progress (:. &amp;amp; I'm going to have my new private chauffeur very soon :D Heh. Yeah, my brother just passed his driving test. :b &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't fulfill all my New Year Resolutions for 2011 though. Mehh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, remember this? :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1SDVMBYC1eI/Tt4NkETO4uI/AAAAAAAABEg/h5MrEN28nFY/s1600/6293381450_895166a933.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1SDVMBYC1eI/Tt4NkETO4uI/AAAAAAAABEg/h5MrEN28nFY/s320/6293381450_895166a933.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682994693069005538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Milk toof! :D I used to put their pictures on my blog last year :3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okai, this is such a lame post. Everything is just everywhere, &amp;amp; im not making much sense; new post now._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304889253883588129-8574293009864128094?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/8574293009864128094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/12/undefined.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/8574293009864128094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/8574293009864128094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/12/undefined.html' title='Undefined.'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1SDVMBYC1eI/Tt4NkETO4uI/AAAAAAAABEg/h5MrEN28nFY/s72-c/6293381450_895166a933.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-5497734610181841170</id><published>2011-11-14T18:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T19:01:36.876+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'>Skills.</title><content type='html'>Hi :3 &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, it's been exactly ten days since I've been back from my trip to Taiping. &amp;amp; guess what? My bags are still left unpacked. Seriously. SKILLS MAN. My room is like a pigsty, no kiddings. I have piles of dirty clothes thrown everywhere, stationery scattered across my table &amp;amp; shelves, &amp;amp; books (not to mention papers as well) thrown in every direction. I'm a pretty cool person. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes I wonder how my friends can tolerate such a room when they come over ._. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway! Appreciation night is around the corner , and I'm pretty nervous. My dance solo is still pretty messy, and I haven't really got the hang of tutting. :Y Oh, and, I have no idea what to wear for the dinner before the performances. I mean, how am I to know what in my closet falls under the category of 'smart casual'? Bleh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eating papaya now. Like a boss. 8) Hehe. Cousins are coming down next week. I'm sososo excited. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304889253883588129-5497734610181841170?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/5497734610181841170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/11/skills.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/5497734610181841170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/5497734610181841170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/11/skills.html' title='Skills.'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-264399146628112529</id><published>2011-11-08T20:29:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T21:12:15.860+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>Truth can't cure the blind, if they don't care to see.</title><content type='html'>It's been ages since I've put up some photos on my blog, so TA-DA:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9OUgMLK9A_w/TrkqgtYIMRI/AAAAAAAABEU/iJeUatG5gnc/s1600/DSCN0568.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9OUgMLK9A_w/TrkqgtYIMRI/AAAAAAAABEU/iJeUatG5gnc/s320/DSCN0568.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672611947074826514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RT5YZidgkrQ/TrkqakaUVBI/AAAAAAAABEI/7XlogaAXqvA/s1600/DSCN0569.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RT5YZidgkrQ/TrkqakaUVBI/AAAAAAAABEI/7XlogaAXqvA/s320/DSCN0569.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672611841588876306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rCotKWRPB6I/TrkqVjzqTrI/AAAAAAAABD8/shwBc4B3V0Y/s1600/DSCN0577.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rCotKWRPB6I/TrkqVjzqTrI/AAAAAAAABD8/shwBc4B3V0Y/s320/DSCN0577.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672611755527392946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;All dug up from my SD card! These were taken during the last few weeks before final exams. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, uhh, about the last picture. Yeah. I'm not a very tidy person. :P See an Accounts textbook peeking out? I studied that subject for a whole week. Duality. When there are two aspects in accounting records - a giving and a receiving. I'm eating kiuh bahalus now, and all I'm thinking of is me receiving fats and decreasing the number of kiuh bahalus left. Guess I'm officially Accounting-fied. HAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I studied science and the rest of the subjects as well. I memorized that Ceres is the biggest asteroid, Andromeda is the nearest galaxy to ours and the nearest star to the Sun is Proxima Centauri. IT DIDN'T EVEN COME OUT IN THE EXAM PAPERS. Now I have no idea what to do with this information ._. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exams are over anyway (: I sort of screwed up for Accounts. Lots of careless mistakes. *Sigh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But ohwells.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Found this from my recycle bin:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-57sT9MX5E94/TrknSJZTuOI/AAAAAAAABDw/fVlm0Pgew_U/s1600/17478_1337851935178_1497516297_936363_6467809_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-57sT9MX5E94/TrknSJZTuOI/AAAAAAAABDw/fVlm0Pgew_U/s320/17478_1337851935178_1497516297_936363_6467809_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672608398363048162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't ask me what was I doing, because I really don't know. :Y And yess, that was how I looked like last year. HAHA. If you look closely, there's a robe hanging behind the door. It disappeared. Or maybe I misplaced it. I'd just go with the disappearance idea. I think it makes more sense. You know, considering how "organized" I am. Totally. &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/8304889253883588129-264399146628112529?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/264399146628112529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/11/truth-cant-cure-blind-if-they-dont-care.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/264399146628112529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/264399146628112529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/11/truth-cant-cure-blind-if-they-dont-care.html' title='Truth can&apos;t cure the blind, if they don&apos;t care to see.'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9OUgMLK9A_w/TrkqgtYIMRI/AAAAAAAABEU/iJeUatG5gnc/s72-c/DSCN0568.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-5471229204431521862</id><published>2011-11-08T17:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T17:25:34.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HI GAIIS.</title><content type='html'>Just a short recap about what happened this weekend. I went for my appointment at a hospital last Saturday. It was beyond everything I had expected. I had to take an X-ray of my spine. It had been two years since I did X-Rays frequently. So, anyway, I took the scans of my X-ray up to the doctor, and he compared my previous X-Ray scans two years ago to the current ones. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was literally numb, knowing the next few minutes had the power of changing my world all around. If my scoliosis had progressed, I have to do bracing. And the chances of my scoliosis staying the same condition two years ago is just so mild. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.docstoc.com/docs/58396606/Back-Bracing-for-Scoliosis-Treatiment"&gt;Bracing isn't something to laugh about. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His response was simple, "Exactly the same..Not even a slight progression..." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The whole room was silenced. We just couldn't believe it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; I still can't believe it until now. God really answered my whole family's prayers. Just like that, all the worries were gone. Oh, and thanks to all my friends who prayed for me. (':. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304889253883588129-5471229204431521862?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/5471229204431521862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/11/hi-gaiis.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/5471229204431521862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/5471229204431521862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/11/hi-gaiis.html' title='HI GAIIS.'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-4392060894862966596</id><published>2011-11-01T19:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T19:14:41.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>5th November.</title><content type='html'>Dear 5th of November, &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please don't bring any bad news. Please. I hate going for X-rays more than enough, I hate meeting poker faced nurses, I hate wearing that stupid robe I have to wear, I hate how the doctor points out every small imperfection of my spine. The list goes on and on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really pray it didn't get more serious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ugh. Screw this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304889253883588129-4392060894862966596?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/4392060894862966596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/11/5th-november.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/4392060894862966596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/4392060894862966596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/11/5th-november.html' title='5th November.'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-8216884606242240135</id><published>2011-11-01T18:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T19:00:53.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Start all over.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;You built me up with pretend words and made me feel alright for once in my life. But in the end, the truth came out. You never cared. It was all for show. Thanks for breaking my world up again, harder this time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;August was the hardest. I couldn't comprehend why memories have to be left unexplained. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If by any chance you're reading this post, I don't want to see you anymore. I blocked your Facebook posts, twitter and tumblr updates. I don't care how childish that may sound, but seeing your name just sickens me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm finally through my eating disorder thing. I've put on alot of weight. But I don't mind. I hated how I tried to starve myself before and how I hated myself in every aspect. I'm through. And I've never been happier and satisfied with my life at the moment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought I wasn't capable of doing this alone but  in the end, I did this without your help. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, don't come looking for me one day thinking we can become friends just like before. What you did really changed the way I think about you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know who you are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304889253883588129-8216884606242240135?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/8216884606242240135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/11/start-all-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/8216884606242240135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/8216884606242240135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/11/start-all-over.html' title='Start all over.'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-4973593370119703385</id><published>2011-10-29T14:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T14:57:22.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Final exams.</title><content type='html'>Finals are in two days. &lt;div&gt;I'll blog again after the week's over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304889253883588129-4973593370119703385?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/4973593370119703385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/10/final-exams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/4973593370119703385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/4973593370119703385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/10/final-exams.html' title='Final exams.'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-1915712928434250734</id><published>2011-09-18T15:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T16:30:55.854+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home-work'/><title type='text'>Like a magpie and a ring, I'm always going to be looking right to you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WtT42t8Q4_Q/TnWr5HxPgRI/AAAAAAAABDo/pAhkAIckvkU/s1600/tumblr_lhaykiMBkJ1qabct4o1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WtT42t8Q4_Q/TnWr5HxPgRI/AAAAAAAABDo/pAhkAIckvkU/s320/tumblr_lhaykiMBkJ1qabct4o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653613905060004114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So, although unlikely as possible, to those who are still incessantly faithful to this rusty blog, thanks for dropping by . &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi . :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;September has started, and exam week for this semester is almost over. My impressions of the exams so far? I'd rather describe each subject individually. Math - Insane; sufficient to stab your brain and send it flying all over the classroom; my calculator couldn't even solve the "simplest" equations on the papers. Accounts - Retarded; Short of time. Science - Crazy; Mostly based on general knowledge instead -.- English - Enough to prevent myself from bringing the test paper to the graveyard for burial ; Fairly easy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BM test's tomorrow. I'm quite ready to die :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life besides studies is nothing more than boring. Friday was a holiday, and I spent my time well on Facebook. Seriously, home-work has this special capability of eating your brain up as well as consuming your time. And then, there's Internet, which is the only thing I would still have energy for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Want to know how to get nonproductive? Go round this unstoppable cycle everyday: School -&amp;gt; Swim -&amp;gt; Homework -&amp;gt; Eat-&amp;gt; Computer -&amp;gt; Sleep. If you continue this cycle until the day you die, I can promise you, you'd be at the bottom of the Losers Whose Lives were Wasted list :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hardly every update my blog. It's either because my English is deteriorating with the lack of practice and I've completely forgotten how to decipher my feelings into words or because my attention span is becoming more and more of a gnat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, 'nuff said. Wake me up when September ends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/8304889253883588129-1915712928434250734?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/1915712928434250734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/09/like-magpie-and-ring-im-always-going-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/1915712928434250734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/1915712928434250734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/09/like-magpie-and-ring-im-always-going-to.html' title='Like a magpie and a ring, I&apos;m always going to be looking right to you.'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WtT42t8Q4_Q/TnWr5HxPgRI/AAAAAAAABDo/pAhkAIckvkU/s72-c/tumblr_lhaykiMBkJ1qabct4o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-309642589567323132</id><published>2011-08-12T16:18:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T16:31:10.040+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>I pray that something picks me up, &amp; sets me down in your warm arms.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/bfa9yxCpWoA?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"When you're struggling with something, look at all the people around you and realize that every single person you see is struggling with something, and to them, it's just as hard as what you're going through." — Nicholas Sparks&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304889253883588129-309642589567323132?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/309642589567323132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-pray-that-something-picks-me-up-sets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/309642589567323132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/309642589567323132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-pray-that-something-picks-me-up-sets.html' title='I pray that something picks me up, &amp; sets me down in your warm arms.'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/bfa9yxCpWoA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-7792430829090420354</id><published>2011-08-06T00:02:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T00:31:13.907+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What goes around, comes back around.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I wish I could tie you up in my shoes&lt;br /&gt;Make you feel unpretty too&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HI(: . Thought I should just write a quick post before this blog dies again . August is starting off okay . I'm trying my best to cope with the new Accounts chapter, and I'm planning to pick up drums this month . Hopefully this month will fly by quickly just like July . I want December to come so badd): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhoo, I went shopping at 8 in 1u today . Went to see the new old wing P: The new shops are awesome, and they re-tiled the whole three floors. Brands Outlet is finally opened, and omaigot it's amazing. Smaller compared to the one in Ikano , but at least they CHANGE THEIR STOCK REGULARLY. And the graffiti t-shirts make more sense the ones in Ikano :b &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next to Brands Outlet is Nichii. It's so small now ); and they don't sell spaghetti singlets anymore :/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Made one big mistake - Going into the shop opposite Nichii and Brands. I saw these reallyyyyyyyy nicegoodqualityshinypretty clutches and got distracted. So happened the shop was particularly meant for 38+ year old ladies. I had this awkward moment with the coworkers who were trying to assist me /: HAHA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that , I decided to window shop , 'cause I was already kind of broke after spending fifty bucks at Brands . I went into SoxWorld and then into this shop called YoungCollection . I found a whole section on hairbands &amp;amp; because I needed new ones, I tried to decide which packet I should buy.  And then this Malay worker haaad to advice me. I mean, that's fine and all , she's friendly and stuff but SHE SPOKE TO ME IN BMMMMM. ME NO UNDERSTAND BAHASA MELAYUU. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;s&gt;always&lt;s&gt; &lt;/s&gt;&lt;/s&gt; usually go for the cheaper value , so I wanted to purchase the other packet which only costs $2.90 , instead of the other which costs $4.90 . But the Malay worker gave me this tenpageslong advice on why I should pick the other one. I didn't understand a thing okay. I just knew that she preferred the $4.90 over the $2.90 'cause of dunno what 'keep pulling rambut' thingg. But who actually cares la. All hairbands do that...&amp;amp; they'd all eventually break. So what's the difference between high quality and low quality hairbands? But because I didn't want to look STUPID , I bought the $4.90 pack -.- ish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay I gotta go now (: LOVE YOU PEOPLE, BAAAI . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Y)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304889253883588129-7792430829090420354?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/7792430829090420354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-goes-around-comes-back-around.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/7792430829090420354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/7792430829090420354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-goes-around-comes-back-around.html' title='What goes around, comes back around.'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-1792906033671862710</id><published>2011-07-30T08:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T09:12:05.697+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Thirteen (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;SO, I'm officially thirteen today. I don't feel much difference :b But , umm yeahh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad was supposed to get me an iPad early this month, but my bro told me to wait for the iPad 3 first. :Y That explains why there's a compact camera sitting right next to me now . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my dad bought the wrong color ._. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got the Nikon S80, in brown and white. I wanted black , but I guess this will have to do. /:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's raining outside anyway :D In the morning, from 7:30a.m. Rain+Blogging+In Bed=(Y)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to rush over to my hometown tonight, for an emergency. Not looking forward to three hours in the car D; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ANYWAY, you might have "PROBABLY" realized I changed my blog layout since 93482716 years . Just so you know, it took me like a week of blogskin hunting. I was so frustrated, I almostt wanted to create my own blogskin from scratch.  I mean, the skins are cool and such but whenever I find NICE ones , the columns are either pushed too far to the right, or too far too the left. And that annoys the shit out of me :X &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found this layout in the end. Not my ideal one, but at least the columns are placed WHERE THEY SHOULD BE. Sorry for the small font though. You can try Ctrl+ScrollUp for zoom:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I'm starting to turn this birthday post into a computer lesson D: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BYE! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P/S , I won't be online till Monday. So, if there's anything, text me (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.P/S , I'll update you guys once I come back :} &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304889253883588129-1792906033671862710?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/1792906033671862710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/07/thirteen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/1792906033671862710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/1792906033671862710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/07/thirteen.html' title='Thirteen (:'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-9129646863444981182</id><published>2011-07-21T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T21:01:38.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ploFFjsNmfs/TigxDoUY3zI/AAAAAAAABDg/hmJIw3n0L8M/s1600/tumblr_lni2texfaz1qajjdco1_500.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ploFFjsNmfs/TigxDoUY3zI/AAAAAAAABDg/hmJIw3n0L8M/s320/tumblr_lni2texfaz1qajjdco1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631805272459108146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I became a really terrible blogger due to the fact that 1. It's been what seems like eons since I last blogged 2. my blog posts are so boring 3. I've let this blog die. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But anyways, to whoever reading this (which i doubt that there's even a single person out there reading this) , you can consider yourself extremely loyal. I have no idea what made you decide to visit my ever so rusty blog, but YEAH, you're cool :D *Though, don't sue me if you fall asleep halfway reading this post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I should update you guys with what happened recently. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to Sydney, Australia on the first of July (great way of starting July ey?) 'till the 8th. It was funnn , but my butt &amp;amp; brain had the time of their lives. Why? 'Cause my butt took a break from stuuupid swimming , and my brain took a break from..schooling. I ain't specifying any subjects in particular because I pretty much suck at every subject . :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another thing which happened was TESTWEEK . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow's the last day AND I JUST CAN'T W8 . Testweek was hell . I'm serious I studied, but my results don't show even a hint of it. I MEAN , 50% FOR ENGLISH ? I scored 79% for last semester and I dropped 29% in this semester when I'M SUPPOSE TO IMPROVE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like killing myself. ish. I have no hope for BM. BM's a definite fail , and I heard I scored eighty something for maths. IT AIN'T GOOD ENOUGHD; what happened to my straight A*s ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#feelin'likeafailure. Science is tomorrow. Wish. Me. Luck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BYE(Y)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304889253883588129-9129646863444981182?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/9129646863444981182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/07/untitled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/9129646863444981182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/9129646863444981182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/07/untitled.html' title='Untitled.'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ploFFjsNmfs/TigxDoUY3zI/AAAAAAAABDg/hmJIw3n0L8M/s72-c/tumblr_lni2texfaz1qajjdco1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-8982390048065023923</id><published>2011-06-24T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T20:11:23.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>liar liar.</title><content type='html'>Hello! So erm , I'm supposed to do my homework right now , but ohwells. Five minutes to blog won't kill anything . &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway , today was awesome :D My mom bought me a swimsuit - a V-shaped tankini &amp;amp; I went to Brands to get two checkered shirts. My mom bought curry puffs too! Falala. But I gotta start on my homeworks, coursework, and assignments now. ): This is such a lame, retarded post...z&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;byee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304889253883588129-8982390048065023923?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/8982390048065023923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/06/liar-liar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/8982390048065023923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/8982390048065023923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/06/liar-liar.html' title='liar liar.'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-3664490834284609695</id><published>2011-06-16T17:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T23:41:48.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was everything to You all along.</title><content type='html'>Something really interesting happened to me today . &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Lord spoke to my heart the words I've been trying to hear all my life. It came together with such strong assurance that broke me down , literally. He told me everything would be alright . That I was someone special to Him . He made me realize how stupid I have been , allowing myself to get swallowed up with all these worldly issues that don't matter . He said "You said you're ugly , you're useless , you're worthless , but if that was true why would I have created you ? And do you think what you do matters to other people more than me? Do you know how much worth is there in a a soul?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It stumped me so badly . A book was given to me exactly a week ago , and because I'm a bookworm I read it . I discovered one of the most rare questions I've actually ever been asked. It asked , "If you died tonight , are you 100% sure that you'd be in Heaven ?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It took me the longest time to answer a question &amp;amp; I'm pretty sure you weren't able to answer that easily either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This whole insane thing happened to me like several minutes ago  , and my face is still wet . So, apologies for any grammar errors found in this post . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year's the hardest year I've had , although you may not have seen the pain hidden behind all my smiles and laughter.  I went through quite a lot of depression. I had so many insecurities. I hated the fact that God just had to give me scoliosis, which ruined my opinion on my figure . But I think I'm finally through it . &lt;/div&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/8304889253883588129-3664490834284609695?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/3664490834284609695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-was-everything-to-you-all-along.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/3664490834284609695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/3664490834284609695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-was-everything-to-you-all-along.html' title='I was everything to You all along.'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-8458371273313644432</id><published>2011-06-06T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T22:50:57.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:Y</title><content type='html'>Reminisced my past yesterday &amp;amp; realized so many things I wish I didn't have to know. I had carelessly hurt so many &lt;i&gt;people&lt;/i&gt; , but what could I have done ? I wasn't ready for any commitment . &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't want any extensions, or fanciness added , and there wasn't any way I could think of which didn't involve me hurting you . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what I thought was irritating being surrounded by them , was actually what an average girl would call 'lucky' . But I had classified them all as irritating, trying to get rid of them , and now what's left is a string of guys who had moved on , not bothering to wait anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Relieved ? Yeah. But him . Seven years, and just when I thought he had given up , he came back again . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like the meanest person on earth right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My life is such a mess . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why can't I have a normal life? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304889253883588129-8458371273313644432?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/8458371273313644432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/06/y.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/8458371273313644432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/8458371273313644432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/06/y.html' title=':Y'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-5262504742217709967</id><published>2011-05-31T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T20:08:10.793+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Projects'/><title type='text'>A mere second could change your life 180 degrees.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iv7zAzDtOmc/TeTZe50mlUI/AAAAAAAABDU/4Hy54QTbLlc/s1600/tumblr_lm1n6wfwgU1qbjt25o1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iv7zAzDtOmc/TeTZe50mlUI/AAAAAAAABDU/4Hy54QTbLlc/s320/tumblr_lm1n6wfwgU1qbjt25o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612850160551236930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hellooo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of you may know I'm currently having this 'book craze' of my own. So far I've managed to finish three books, and am on my fourth. Three more to go! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, I realized that I haven't finished my Science project :Y I also realized it has to be completed before school starts. And I ALSO realized it's a group project, and that I have to somehow arrange a time for everyone to start on it. Screw it. Screw it for disrupting my school holidays. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhoo, I've promised this girl called Evelyn Lim to blog a post bout her (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I s'ppose it's quite safe for me to combine it together with whatever I just wrote above. Yeah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, Evelyn's my age. We met when I first started school here in ALC :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could remember the first day clearly. She was really, really quiet (unimaginable but she was) and coming to think about it, I think I was the one who made her hyper ._. Ohwells! We started talking alot and she told me about her made-up swear words. I could remember her first one was 'chicken rice' xD It was created 'cause the chicken rice in this school is disgusting according to her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It soon progressed to 'button mushroom' and then to 'cheescake'. Meanwhile, I decided to make my own swear words. I made 'banana cake' and 'piranha fish'. I guess piranha fish aren't edible, but so what? It sounds cool and weird. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also created this awesome book called A.A.A where we would scribble random stuff. During classes , we would pass the book to each other and write weird stuff on it. Our plan was to let each other take the book back home to scribble more stuff in it. We do it alternately, taking turns. Unfortunately, we used up all the spaces in the book, and now we're left A.A.A-less. /: We're deciding to buy a new one though, with our own pocket money :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was particularly one day in school, which turned out to be one of my favorites. It was the day when everyone found out about the 'pink fluffy unicorns dancing on rainbows' song and were singing it continuously in school. It slowly became a song to provoke/taunt each other though :P , but in a great , annoying way. There was Friday too. All thanks to Rebecca Black &amp;amp; that creepy pyramid eyebrowed guy on Youtube..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently, we developed this inside joke about gay highlighters. It's a long story. But Evelyn, if you're reading this, WHICH I HOPE YOU ARE OTHERWISE WRITING THIS POST WOULD PRETTY MUCH BE POINTLESS, you'd get what I mean (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Kay ', nuff said. Talk to you guys another time. x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S: Blogger finally fixed the photo uploader! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304889253883588129-5262504742217709967?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/5262504742217709967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/05/mere-second-could-change-your-life-180.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/5262504742217709967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/5262504742217709967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/05/mere-second-could-change-your-life-180.html' title='A mere second could change your life 180 degrees.'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Iv7zAzDtOmc/TeTZe50mlUI/AAAAAAAABDU/4Hy54QTbLlc/s72-c/tumblr_lm1n6wfwgU1qbjt25o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-2785708687754667157</id><published>2011-05-25T22:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T22:06:43.947+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Study'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>What you never knew.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It's been about four months since I've been going to this new school, and somehow I just feel like my English has been slightly deteriorating. I have been trying my best to adapt to the new British language instead of the American way. Also, I've been purposely adding 'lah's, 'ah's and 'lo's to whatever I say, so that the people there could understand me better. /: *if any one of you is reading this, I do not mean any offence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully when I come back for the next semester I would be able to cope :Y I'm really not used to this new style of language.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, moving to the next topic, which is actually the main intention of me creating this post, I want to say that I'm aware you guys have noticed my sudden change of behavior. But I suppose you guys should be able to get used to this, cause I'm going through alot of ups and downs. Really sorry. I can't decipher my emotions sometimes, you know? There would be times when I would hate almost everything surrounding me. There would be times when fear would overcome me. There would be times when I would continuously condemn myself. There's so many. And you can't blame me for that, because if I was given a choice, I would pick to be happy&lt;b&gt; all the time.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could try to be happy, but at times it's just too difficult.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm pretty sure you guys have been called worthless or at least been insulted before, am I right? I have. I have, for years, when I was younger. And I could remember all of the insults. All of the 'you're useless' etc. Up 'till this day, it still haunts me. As a child, I was gullible, so I believed it all. As a result, it prevented me to believe anyone when they tell me I'm pretty or smart (That should be able to answer all your questions by now).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would pray to God, asking him why he allowed it all to happen. And you know what? This year, I realized why..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year, I finally saw the benefits coming out of all the insults thrown at me. These insults affected me badly. But if it didn't, then why I would I try to figure out the reasons why those people said those things?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If we were able to go back to that time, I would answer with one simple sentence: "Because it's true; Because I'm useless." But there's more than that, that I didn't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So they said this. And that. Over, and over again. Said I was too shy to have any friends. However, if it wasn't for them to say that, I wouldn't have made an effort to know more people. And look, I have so many great friends now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Said I was useless. Effect? I experimented with different things, and picked writing as my hobby. I wrote until my hands were numb, and by now, writing a 700-word essay wouldn't be as difficult if I didn't practice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's what I'm trying to say: With those negative comments people say about you, turn it into something positive. Go and prove them wrong. Don't just believe it and go to your bedroom, cry and complain to the Lord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been there, done that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Learn from people's weaknesses. I don't know about you, but I enjoy listening to stories based on someone's life. I always learn something from it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so sick of condemning myself all these years. So sick of all those insults running through my mind every time. I want to start all over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, to those who are currently insulting other people, think twice (: You might be making making their lives better in the future, instead of ruining them. Reflect on your personality too , at the same time. You're not perfect either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I look I'm counselling you. And I know you probably died reading halfway through this post =x But I just felt I needed to say all of this. Sorry, it's so unorganized. Am extremely tired right now, due to the lack of sleep last night. Slept less than five hours, I think. Too many things were on my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So. That's about it. :) My bed is calling for me. I don't wanna go to school again tomorrow, looking like a half-dead zombie who can barely talk. 'NIGHTS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~10p.m&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304889253883588129-2785708687754667157?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/2785708687754667157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-you-never-knew.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/2785708687754667157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/2785708687754667157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/05/what-you-never-knew.html' title='What you never knew.'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-3279161745689304719</id><published>2011-05-21T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T13:43:29.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rojak post.</title><content type='html'>My blogger is so screwed up. It isn't letting me upload photos. Wanna switch to onsugar soon if Blogger won't fix this.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These few days were. Well. Depressing? I can't blame PMS cause I just got over it last week. I would sit in one corner, feel like crying and keep asking God why I can't rewind time; why I was put in this position; why He can't let me know how much potential I have; Let me know that there's a way to solve all these problems. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And everyday, I would wonder why He had let me have scoliosis. It isn't fair. Nothing's fair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got all of my results, (Accounts 84%) - highest in class for three subjects. Yet, my parents didn't bother. In fact, on the days when I studied for seven hours after school, they would ask me to stop instead of encouraging me. I'm not like other kids, who are better in sports and activities than studies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my parents want me to be like them. It's like I've been disappointing them all the while. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is so stupid. I don't know what to do anymore..*sigh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304889253883588129-3279161745689304719?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/3279161745689304719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/05/rojak-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/3279161745689304719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/3279161745689304719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/05/rojak-post.html' title='Rojak post.'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-5006430941401633468</id><published>2011-05-14T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T16:19:20.553+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exams'/><title type='text'>freeeeedoom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Exams are over! :D In other words, I'm finally stress-free. I literally disconnected myself from all electrical devices for about four days and now I'm back on! During the exam week I had been studying like !@#%$^&amp;amp;$@. Right after school I would come straight home and study all the way until my bedtime. Yes, that's how serious I take my studies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, the holidays are approaching and I'm soo excited. I've already promised myself to throw all my textbooks away in one pile once the holidays start. :D Hoyeah :} &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This time, I'm gonna use the school holidays to make something productive/beneficial. Here's what I'm planning to do:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn how to make cake pops! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make cupcakes &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MAKE CAKE! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finish up The Last Song &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Download Around the World in 80 Days movie and watch it. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Write a book. A short one will do. I miss my old hobby when I was young /: &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Play Counter Strike. Haven't played it in like two or three years. It brings back memories (:&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Probably ride my bike. I don't even think I remember how to ride one anymore.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Try out a new slurpee flavor from 7Eleven (nothing beneficial about that but whatever :P)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make another music video with lyrics! Miss those times I could make videos anytime I wanted :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make a new blogskin! :D &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Learn more stuff about html codes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take pictures. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obviously, I can't cover all of the above in two weeks, so I'm planning to just do about seven of them. :P Hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, I got my exam results today. Except for Accounts though :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That one's coming on Wednesday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's what I got so far:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Science- 94%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maths- 94%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;English- 80% :'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bm-50% D':&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Screw karangans and essays for life! Am so dissappointed with the English and BM results. Hope the Accounts' would be higher than those two. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I'm done. I wanna give my full attention to my Toblerone and Ferrero Rocher chocolates now (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304889253883588129-5006430941401633468?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/5006430941401633468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/05/exams-are-over-d-in-other-words-im.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/5006430941401633468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/5006430941401633468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/05/exams-are-over-d-in-other-words-im.html' title='freeeeedoom'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-4377646680643534661</id><published>2011-05-09T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T22:32:38.902+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exams'/><title type='text'>Hi.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DLeSUGjZOiE/Tcf4btPIYhI/AAAAAAAABC4/DtrOPLeg5Nk/s1600/6a00d8341c6a7953ef0133ed870bb8970b-800wi.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DLeSUGjZOiE/Tcf4btPIYhI/AAAAAAAABC4/DtrOPLeg5Nk/s1600/6a00d8341c6a7953ef0133ed870bb8970b-800wi.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 250px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DLeSUGjZOiE/Tcf4btPIYhI/AAAAAAAABC4/DtrOPLeg5Nk/s320/6a00d8341c6a7953ef0133ed870bb8970b-800wi.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604721416169087506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;SO TRUE.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yJkW1jjGMjE/Tcf6y9ygXFI/AAAAAAAABDI/DrL9Mpc1c-s/s1600/225504_1582836825692_1678877383_1096775_2583130_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yJkW1jjGMjE/Tcf6y9ygXFI/AAAAAAAABDI/DrL9Mpc1c-s/s320/225504_1582836825692_1678877383_1096775_2583130_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604724014772673618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wish my school supplied BM textbooks instead of small exercise books, so I could print and stick this picture in it :P Ohwells. I'm gonna stick it in my Accounts book :D &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So, exams have officially started and although I'm supposed to be studying, I'm still here on the computer. Erm, ohwells. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During the last few days I've been studying quite alot. Besides the countless breaks I took in between , I studied like four to five hours a day after I came home from school . So my routine was like School, Lunch, School, Tea, Study, Dinner, Study, Sleep. (But obviously, I did have long breaks too, haha. I went tumblr-theme-hunting.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I took the BM paper 1. It was hard, especially one of the pages of which I gave up trying to find the answers and ticked all the boxes under 'betul' :P For karangan, I was like ._______. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha. But still, karangans are easier than the comprehensions cause you don't have to keep flipping the pages and stuff like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Wednesday, I have Science and BM Paper 2. I'm pretty much excited for science /: Stupid much, but it's like the only subject I'm confident in , among the others. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, it's 10:30. Even though I only studied about two hours today, I'm all drained out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And furthermore, Natalie's picking me up at 8:15a.m tomorrow. Hope I won't make her wait. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;NIGHTS. &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/8304889253883588129-4377646680643534661?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/4377646680643534661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/05/hi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/4377646680643534661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/4377646680643534661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/05/hi.html' title='Hi.'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DLeSUGjZOiE/Tcf4btPIYhI/AAAAAAAABC4/DtrOPLeg5Nk/s72-c/6a00d8341c6a7953ef0133ed870bb8970b-800wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-7535145114045460301</id><published>2011-05-04T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T16:21:03.543+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>Depression.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s_dHsk2ti6M/TcEMCcfF1AI/AAAAAAAABCw/22Si3-ZuCog/s1600/tumblr_lkniwlQD0U1qicvulo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s_dHsk2ti6M/TcEMCcfF1AI/AAAAAAAABCw/22Si3-ZuCog/s320/tumblr_lkniwlQD0U1qicvulo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602772647571477506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cried so much last night before managing to fall asleep. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reason why? I don't know. I hate this week. I hate this year. I hate my stupid scoliosis. Screw it for life. I hate being this ugly useless person. I hate knowing that I've let down so many people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so sick of this. I feel like I could just stay home for the rest of my life and die. I don't see anything worth it in me. I'm such a failure in every freaking area. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my weight. In my studies. I can't do anythingg. I don't even think I have a talent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It just seems like I'm here, stranded with all my insecurities and wondering why did I even have to exist. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes, I'm aware that this is the worst composed post ever. Bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304889253883588129-7535145114045460301?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/7535145114045460301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/05/depression.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/7535145114045460301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/7535145114045460301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/05/depression.html' title='Depression.'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s_dHsk2ti6M/TcEMCcfF1AI/AAAAAAAABCw/22Si3-ZuCog/s72-c/tumblr_lkniwlQD0U1qicvulo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-3598571733980789584</id><published>2011-04-30T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T22:42:12.641+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Exams'/><title type='text'>When darkness turns to light, it ends tonight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2SfzMiVdu3s/Tbwfozyh0tI/AAAAAAAABCo/gkujlgRmCF0/s1600/tumblr_lk4smoqrmy1qfgo5uo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-2SfzMiVdu3s/Tbwfozyh0tI/AAAAAAAABCo/gkujlgRmCF0/s320/tumblr_lk4smoqrmy1qfgo5uo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601386822499422930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I want; I need.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mid-term exams are just around the corner, and I haven't felt the slightest bit of pressure kicking in yet =x &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instead, here I am, writing single-handedly and indulging myself with Marks &amp;amp; Spencer cookies while watching K-Pop. Guilty much? Yeah, but it's 10:15 and I know nothing I study at this hour can be properly absorbed in my brain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, enough said. American Idol's on now, and I wanna watch it :} &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304889253883588129-3598571733980789584?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/3598571733980789584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/04/when-darkness-turns-to-light-it-ends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/3598571733980789584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/3598571733980789584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/04/when-darkness-turns-to-light-it-ends.html' title='When darkness turns to light, it ends tonight.'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2SfzMiVdu3s/Tbwfozyh0tI/AAAAAAAABCo/gkujlgRmCF0/s72-c/tumblr_lk4smoqrmy1qfgo5uo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-4330956447317755576</id><published>2011-04-29T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T22:38:45.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maths.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YfRb7LWA3HQ/TbrNY8Gb42I/AAAAAAAABCg/YyqIdI6VPc0/s1600/3def790f-96b9-4737-814d-dd4542a21353.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-YfRb7LWA3HQ/TbrNY8Gb42I/AAAAAAAABCg/YyqIdI6VPc0/s320/3def790f-96b9-4737-814d-dd4542a21353.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601014914922308450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just got 92% for maths. Relieved. And then teacher said there's another test coming up next Friday. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;!@#@$%$@!#$@#$^&amp;amp;&amp;amp;*%%$^&amp;amp;%*(^&amp;amp;%**)%^&lt;div&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/8304889253883588129-4330956447317755576?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/4330956447317755576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/04/maths.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/4330956447317755576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/4330956447317755576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/04/maths.html' title='Maths.'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YfRb7LWA3HQ/TbrNY8Gb42I/AAAAAAAABCg/YyqIdI6VPc0/s72-c/3def790f-96b9-4737-814d-dd4542a21353.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-4105279590180061264</id><published>2011-04-27T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T22:54:06.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Such a mess.</title><content type='html'>I wish for once, life would give me a break. Cause everyday I have to keep pushing myself to move forward, but sometimes it's too much to handle.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't know how to react to problems anymore. /: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304889253883588129-4105279590180061264?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/4105279590180061264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/04/such-mess.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/4105279590180061264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/4105279590180061264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/04/such-mess.html' title='Such a mess.'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-1320175037223674698</id><published>2011-04-25T19:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T20:24:16.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A perfectionist struggling to get things right.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6YkZRkVpsgY/TbVmLL_5_tI/AAAAAAAABCY/loF9XKZYpEY/s1600/tumblr_lk7c722rh81qag1m4o1_400.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6YkZRkVpsgY/TbVmLL_5_tI/AAAAAAAABCY/loF9XKZYpEY/s320/tumblr_lk7c722rh81qag1m4o1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599494054090505938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Had to re-do my homework because all my tears smudged the ink. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's how these few days have been for me. I don't know why I'm suddenly so disappointed about my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Screw this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304889253883588129-1320175037223674698?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/1320175037223674698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/04/perfectionist-struggling-to-get-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/1320175037223674698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/1320175037223674698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/04/perfectionist-struggling-to-get-things.html' title='A perfectionist struggling to get things right.'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6YkZRkVpsgY/TbVmLL_5_tI/AAAAAAAABCY/loF9XKZYpEY/s72-c/tumblr_lk7c722rh81qag1m4o1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-4755969260887753947</id><published>2011-04-23T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T23:42:08.835+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>I was bored.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pNC4anNOuB8/TbLxvvUrYAI/AAAAAAAABCQ/ga5_DDn7dO8/s1600/230420112755.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-pNC4anNOuB8/TbLxvvUrYAI/AAAAAAAABCQ/ga5_DDn7dO8/s320/230420112755.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598803089234288642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xxxmPGcLuX8/TbLxvZ7Mh-I/AAAAAAAABCI/U_8g-oY314w/s1600/230420112754.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&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/-xxxmPGcLuX8/TbLxvZ7Mh-I/AAAAAAAABCI/U_8g-oY314w/s320/230420112754.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598803083490265058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I look pretty much retarded, after a 3 hour shopping trip.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304889253883588129-4755969260887753947?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/4755969260887753947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-was-bored.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/4755969260887753947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/4755969260887753947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-was-bored.html' title='I was bored.'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pNC4anNOuB8/TbLxvvUrYAI/AAAAAAAABCQ/ga5_DDn7dO8/s72-c/230420112755.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-88891108713688818</id><published>2011-04-23T21:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T21:42:48.411+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>recollect.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JxUxq1v8TD0/TbLVrlQ6IzI/AAAAAAAABBw/6xeLZNt0-xA/s1600/tumblr_lk3xeehLKA1qj7nk8o1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JxUxq1v8TD0/TbLVrlQ6IzI/AAAAAAAABBw/6xeLZNt0-xA/s320/tumblr_lk3xeehLKA1qj7nk8o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598772231489069874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wouldn't be surprised at all, if I don't appear in your best friends list anymore. We haven't talked or seen each other in ages, but just to let you know, that every day I go through, I see things which still remind me about you. And I still have flashbacks on all the moments we spent together which you have probably forgotten. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You wouldn't even remember my name, after all the new friends you've made. You wouldn't remember the times I was there for you or shared your grief. I know you have already pushed me far out of your thoughts, dreams and your life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You've moved on, I can understand. Our friendship probably doesn't exist anymore. But, I just wish to know you had appreciated my existence &amp;amp; my time I gave up for you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not writing this to anyone in particular, but to those who I used to spend time with a lot but don't anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still remember you. :}&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304889253883588129-88891108713688818?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/88891108713688818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/04/reverie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/88891108713688818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/88891108713688818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/04/reverie.html' title='recollect.'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JxUxq1v8TD0/TbLVrlQ6IzI/AAAAAAAABBw/6xeLZNt0-xA/s72-c/tumblr_lk3xeehLKA1qj7nk8o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-3884334557816202614</id><published>2011-04-23T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T21:19:45.570+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Well, do you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_wLM7aqCAvI/TbLRgF_Id6I/AAAAAAAABBo/QlFUmg-vjU8/s1600/tumblr_lk3w4cPqMw1qjoxvjo1_500.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_wLM7aqCAvI/TbLRgF_Id6I/AAAAAAAABBo/QlFUmg-vjU8/s320/tumblr_lk3w4cPqMw1qjoxvjo1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598767636067940258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Regardless of what celebrity, they'd always tell you to &lt;b&gt;believe in yourself&lt;/b&gt; and that sometimes people will &lt;b&gt;tell you you're not good enough&lt;/b&gt; but you just gotta &lt;b&gt;move on&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've never believed that. I always thought it was some cheesy line they say 'cause other celebs say it and they want to show their fans that they care for them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But after watching Justin Bieber's movie and observing the process of him becoming who he is now, it's actually pretty possible that anyone in the world could become that famous. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not implying I want to be like him , I'm just wondering..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whether you even have faith that I could succeed in something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304889253883588129-3884334557816202614?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/3884334557816202614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/04/well-do-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/3884334557816202614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/3884334557816202614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/04/well-do-you.html' title='Well, do you?'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_wLM7aqCAvI/TbLRgF_Id6I/AAAAAAAABBo/QlFUmg-vjU8/s72-c/tumblr_lk3w4cPqMw1qjoxvjo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-3473104188964368180</id><published>2011-04-23T20:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T16:49:12.230+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>:}</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vIEHxxUC3tg/TbLp4nNG_pI/AAAAAAAABB4/TqPKaKpyZ3Y/s1600/tumblr_lk41908Vle1qcyqyoo1_400.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vIEHxxUC3tg/TbLp4nNG_pI/AAAAAAAABB4/TqPKaKpyZ3Y/s320/tumblr_lk41908Vle1qcyqyoo1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598794445580861074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No matter where I go, I never feel as safe as I feel around my family or in church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know, but everything just harmonizes so well when I'm with my family. When I'm specifically with my cousins, we bond so well to the extend that we offer to pay for anything the other person wishes to own. We just care for each other even more than how a friend cares for the other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holidays back to my hometown is what I always look forward to every year. Endless conversations that even lasts when the sun is gradually dying away, large food intakes, continuous and effective words of encouragement, laughter and much more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait for June, where I can finally go back and meet all of them once again &amp;lt;3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304889253883588129-3473104188964368180?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/3473104188964368180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/3473104188964368180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/3473104188964368180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html' title=':}'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vIEHxxUC3tg/TbLp4nNG_pI/AAAAAAAABB4/TqPKaKpyZ3Y/s72-c/tumblr_lk41908Vle1qcyqyoo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-2698627578461634891</id><published>2011-04-23T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T20:52:38.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting busier and busier.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mGJtxvyMBVY/TbLKvYE6sDI/AAAAAAAABBg/KQMv7A5fm2o/s1600/tumblr_lk3ulba42I1qbjt25o1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 168px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mGJtxvyMBVY/TbLKvYE6sDI/AAAAAAAABBg/KQMv7A5fm2o/s320/tumblr_lk3ulba42I1qbjt25o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598760202040684594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week was really busy. Tests are coming up and I've been trying my best to study as much as possible whilst trying to make time for friends. I got my Accounts test result last Friday, scoring 87%. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been out today from 10 in the morning till 5 in the evening, and I'm all drained out. I want to get some sleep, but my cousin is coming over. My schedule's becoming tighter and tighter and still, I don't have the heart to let down any event. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this is the best part: I literally glue myself to the computer when I can't decide what to do next. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suck at time management. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304889253883588129-2698627578461634891?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/2698627578461634891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/04/getting-busier-and-busier.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/2698627578461634891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/2698627578461634891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/04/getting-busier-and-busier.html' title='Getting busier and busier.'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mGJtxvyMBVY/TbLKvYE6sDI/AAAAAAAABBg/KQMv7A5fm2o/s72-c/tumblr_lk3ulba42I1qbjt25o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-7810699375774385177</id><published>2011-04-22T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T23:24:36.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't match off what you can do.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3zXBfrzToKU/TbGdTa162uI/AAAAAAAABBY/Bt2deNhcEbU/s1600/tumblr_lk1xpbupGB1qgevi2o1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3zXBfrzToKU/TbGdTa162uI/AAAAAAAABBY/Bt2deNhcEbU/s320/tumblr_lk1xpbupGB1qgevi2o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598428768746789602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304889253883588129-7810699375774385177?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/7810699375774385177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-cant-match-off-what-you-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/7810699375774385177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/7810699375774385177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-cant-match-off-what-you-do.html' title='I can&apos;t match off what you can do.'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3zXBfrzToKU/TbGdTa162uI/AAAAAAAABBY/Bt2deNhcEbU/s72-c/tumblr_lk1xpbupGB1qgevi2o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-3605104336293048977</id><published>2011-04-18T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T16:57:25.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;It hits me like a tidal wave..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Accounts test this Thursday &amp;amp; I'm still on Youtube and Facebook. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'M SO PROUD OF MYSELF. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304889253883588129-3605104336293048977?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/3605104336293048977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/04/you-hit-me-like-tidal-wave.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/3605104336293048977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/3605104336293048977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/04/you-hit-me-like-tidal-wave.html' title=''/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-6559339354496887030</id><published>2011-04-17T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T15:55:57.958+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>Evolution.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QUefrtbOMMI/Tar1QqfUW3I/AAAAAAAABBQ/DIVd7l7zJEU/s1600/tumblr_ljsuhiwfAs1qcxdlfo1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QUefrtbOMMI/Tar1QqfUW3I/AAAAAAAABBQ/DIVd7l7zJEU/s320/tumblr_ljsuhiwfAs1qcxdlfo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596555153593621362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The moments in life when you've finally gotten what you've always wanted but they still don't satisfy you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you remember those memories in the past and wish you could rewind time, but you can't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you remember the things you wished you hadn't done but you know you just gotta move on and it kills you a little inside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should have known I was wrong all along. Destination isn't all that important. Every year is like a precious chance given to us to correct ourselves after the wrongdoings we've done. It's evolution. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know we've made mistakes in life, but without them we wouldn't be who we are today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304889253883588129-6559339354496887030?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/6559339354496887030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/04/evolution.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/6559339354496887030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/6559339354496887030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/04/evolution.html' title='Evolution.'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QUefrtbOMMI/Tar1QqfUW3I/AAAAAAAABBQ/DIVd7l7zJEU/s72-c/tumblr_ljsuhiwfAs1qcxdlfo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-1788729391960512444</id><published>2011-04-14T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T18:55:54.214+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pictures'/><title type='text'>Hi.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nhoS_TetUWs/TabQMGbB4kI/AAAAAAAABBI/8ltZHetyQZE/s1600/Picture0480.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nhoS_TetUWs/TabQMGbB4kI/AAAAAAAABBI/8ltZHetyQZE/s320/Picture0480.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595388493355409986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Went to the salon today &amp;amp; GOT A SIIDEE FRRINGE (: &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gonna highlight my hair next week! Will be highlighting it myself so it won't be that obvious =x &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ohwells. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am planning to get a second piercing on my left ear by my birthday. Anddd I just got hazel colored contacts. Wanna try out turquoise after that :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wheeeeeee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304889253883588129-1788729391960512444?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/1788729391960512444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/04/hi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/1788729391960512444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/1788729391960512444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/04/hi.html' title='Hi.'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nhoS_TetUWs/TabQMGbB4kI/AAAAAAAABBI/8ltZHetyQZE/s72-c/Picture0480.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-5321595976953318167</id><published>2011-04-09T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T00:00:23.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because.</title><content type='html'>12 a.m, &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I realized how blessed I am. Maybe I'm not that rich, or I'm not the prettiest or smartest, but I have a God who is so amazing, a school, parents who care for me, an annoying brother who has unconsciously helped control my feelings and friends who are way awesome.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'M TIRED OF BEING JEALOUS. If I don't meet any of your requirements or standards then that's too bad. I'm sick of trying to fit in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, you can stop swearing. It doesn't solve anything..it only makes you stupid. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can you believe it? I actually like lectures sometimes. I like learning from other people's mistakes. I learned fighting is stupid. And I noticed it's somehow enjoyable to give in to my brother. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I understand how time can heal almost everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/8304889253883588129-5321595976953318167?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/5321595976953318167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/04/because.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/5321595976953318167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/5321595976953318167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/04/because.html' title='Because.'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-446156252402860528</id><published>2011-04-05T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T19:48:17.777+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>DANCE PARTY</title><content type='html'>I GOT 95% FOR SCIEEEEEEEEEENCCCCCCCCCEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl.glitter-graphics.net/pub/2509/2509681b57uz8mgfr.jpg" width="100" height="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl10.glitter-graphics.net/pub/245/245910c5vhn8ec6y.gif" width="30" height="30" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl7.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1038/1038267nbd4bpljw7.gif" width="100" height="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl9.glitter-graphics.net/pub/92/92479e9s0mtd0ya.gif" width="100" height="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl8.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1770/1770468dhnq34cx4w.gif" width="118" height="149" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl10.glitter-graphics.net/pub/576/576590n7rcx862sm.gif" width="90" height="90" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl3.glitter-graphics.net/pub/221/221743vltxxj3quu.gif" width="100" height="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304889253883588129-446156252402860528?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/446156252402860528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/04/dance-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/446156252402860528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/446156252402860528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/04/dance-party.html' title='DANCE PARTY'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-2953617103100430363</id><published>2011-03-27T18:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T19:05:08.501+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tuning to Westlife and Kelly Clarkson and all those super old music. I really miss those songs. They bring back countless memories. I could remember watching Lizzie Mcguire at least five times over and over again, my brother &amp;amp; I dancing to Uptown Girl and muchh moree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss those stress-less years. I miss going to the playground every evening. I miss my bicycling moments. Cause right now it seems like the world has just swallowed me up with all the reputation and appearance crap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DHsMwTmf-Lo/TY8VO8wxAeI/AAAAAAAABBA/ZC9yWriHXhY/s320/Picture0211.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588709009163092450" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;amp; lastly, I miss the old me too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304889253883588129-2953617103100430363?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/2953617103100430363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/03/tuning-to-westlife-and-kelly-clarkson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/2953617103100430363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/2953617103100430363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/03/tuning-to-westlife-and-kelly-clarkson.html' title=''/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DHsMwTmf-Lo/TY8VO8wxAeI/AAAAAAAABBA/ZC9yWriHXhY/s72-c/Picture0211.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-4241110724625574855</id><published>2011-03-12T14:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T14:52:05.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my heart skips a beat.</title><content type='html'>Holidays are finally in and the teachers have stacked extra piles of home-work on their students. Typical. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Throughout these few weeks, my sleeping patterns have been so messed up that I've noticed I'm starting to develop ugly dark circles under my eyes. So, I've decided that 40% of my holiday will be focused on sleep, 40% on shopping, 10% on eating and 10% on finishing my home-works. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smart, eh? :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, my weeks have also been like a bunch of red cards shuffled together with black ones. Weekends with pure home-schoolers and weekdays with students who mostly came from government school. And I can tell you something, home-schoolers and government students speak a &lt;b&gt;completely&lt;/b&gt; different language.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't decipher my emotions right now and I don't really know what to do next. I've just recently found out that I'm only able to wear a pair of shorts from my closet. A sign of weight gain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Great. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304889253883588129-4241110724625574855?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/4241110724625574855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-can-feel-weight-of-earth-on-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/4241110724625574855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/4241110724625574855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-can-feel-weight-of-earth-on-my.html' title='my heart skips a beat.'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-1982948730777490339</id><published>2011-03-07T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T17:42:59.113+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>blogging + marie digby = el oh ve ee</title><content type='html'>To all my friends, really sorry for all the recent emo-fied posts in my blog :( I shall try to talk about more exciting stuffs rather than the frustration I go through sometimes :) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brother's been desperate for new songs and has been asking me to suggest a few new ones to him. So, I did. A few months ago, I was really into Korean music. I suggested an SNSD song to him. His first impression was like '&lt;i&gt;OH HELL NO. What kind of music is this?'. &lt;/i&gt;He didn't directly tell me that, but it was simply plastered all over his face. The next thing I knew, he was blasting it on his own radios -.- See the irony? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahah. The exact same thing actually happened yesterday. He's such a weirdo, but I guess that's one of the main things I like about him :3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been what seems like eons since I've made a list on my blog, so I've decided to make two (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Things I LOVE:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1. I love meaningful songs and movies which can really touch your heart :') &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I love romance and comedy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I love sitcoms :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I love songs that make people feel like dancing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I love songs where you can replay them over and over again without easily getting sick of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. I love, love, love looking up into the sky and staring at the clouds, wondering what kind of shapes they are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. I love to imagine the various possibilities of the things that can lie at the end of a rainbow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. I love uniforms 'cause you don't need to figure out what you need to wear everyday to school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. I love hugs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. I love hanging out with my cousins alot (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. I love perfumes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. I love managing to eat up every single thing on my plate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. I love to fold clothes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. I love fast reading. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. I love collecting posters from magazines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. I love 3-D stickers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. I love walking barefooted on carpeted floors. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. I love laughing and occasionally screaming on the floor with my friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. I love flowers but hate to maintain them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. I love tongue twisters. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21. I love words of encouragement &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22. I love to tease my brother &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23. I love it when my brother is around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24. I love looking at albums containing all the baby photos of my brother and me, even if it's the millionth time doing so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25. I love rewinding back to the past and trying to relive the memories in my head. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;26. I love it someone is unable to argue with me anymore and that feeling of victory. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;27. I love watching movies right before I go to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;28. I love it when it rains so that I have an excuse to not go swimming. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;29. I love going on google translator and typing in random words &amp;amp;  listening to the pronunciation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;30. I love the smell of old books. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;31. I love listening to '80's music at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, here's a few things I&lt;b&gt; hate&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Googling up the definitions of words I don't understand and getting a dumb answer. For example: contradiction. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mb6eyJ8N8ak/TXSZ2WBta5I/AAAAAAAABAw/hxr78KbkJoY/s1600/weirdthingy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 114px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mb6eyJ8N8ak/TXSZ2WBta5I/AAAAAAAABAw/hxr78KbkJoY/s320/weirdthingy.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581254997123623826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;IF I DON'T KNOW WHAT CONTRADICTION MEANS, HOW WOULD I KNOW WHAT THE ACT OF CONTRADICTING IS?! -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I hate it when the facebook tab keeps changing from 'Facebook' to 'New Message from ....' It's so annoying and distracting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. The red lines underneath my name whenever I type it out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Setting the date and time in my camera or phone after charging them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. When my phone or camera is running low on battery and I need them most. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. When people don't make an effort to talk in conversations. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Having to break awkward moments by asking out of the moon questions with acquaintances.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.  The pop-up windows which constantly appear on websites for lyrics. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. When I just realized I consumed a type of food which turns out to be expired. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. When my computer crashes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. When people won't stop teasing even when you ask them to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. Getting excited 'cause I found an awesome piece of clothing or accessory at a reasonable price and then finding out that it's SOLD OUT -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. People who swear and think it's some kind of joke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. Wannabes. I mean, what's the use of having a life when you just copy off whatever someone does? It's not like you can't afford being special. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. When I use the BM to English dictionary and is still unable to understand the definition. People should stop assuming that if my BM is weak, it means that my English is very pro. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. People who are extremely bossy. I can tolerate those kind but not when it comes to teamwork and they're like 'Oh, with all do 'respect' I still think my idea is better'. But what's worse is when they even disallow the members of the group to contribute ideas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/b-vCjSTiEMI?rel=0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304889253883588129-1982948730777490339?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/1982948730777490339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/03/blogging-marie-digby-el-oh-ve-ee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/1982948730777490339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/1982948730777490339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/03/blogging-marie-digby-el-oh-ve-ee.html' title='blogging + marie digby = el oh ve ee'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mb6eyJ8N8ak/TXSZ2WBta5I/AAAAAAAABAw/hxr78KbkJoY/s72-c/weirdthingy.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-979110434799504953</id><published>2011-03-05T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T19:54:52.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>broken.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OIRVOkN2YAA/TXIghFX2MpI/AAAAAAAABAo/XBWiGHe3sTY/s1600/tumblr_lgptok2UDQ1qf2qqr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OIRVOkN2YAA/TXIghFX2MpI/AAAAAAAABAo/XBWiGHe3sTY/s320/tumblr_lgptok2UDQ1qf2qqr.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580558641015435922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear 2011, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hate you. I wish it was 2002, when problems didn't affect me as much as they do nowadays. When I've never cried myself to sleep. When losing friends wouldn't be that heartbreaking. When I wouldn't have to break guys' hearts every year since I was eight. When I could easily rely on almost everyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I could do practically anything without ruining my reputation. When I didn't even &lt;b&gt;care&lt;/b&gt; about my reputation. When I've never experienced how stressful school life can be. When my brother and I could just have fun by playing with toys instead of talking about the big, fat issues that are troubling us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Cause right now, I feel so ashamed of my life because I doubt I've ever brought major pride to my family, that I've ever inspired someone, that I've been a big part in someone's life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;That I may not be able to do all of the above before it's too late. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just feel like shit..So much for my first year being a teenager. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/yipoOY56MbM?rel=0" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304889253883588129-979110434799504953?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/979110434799504953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/03/broken.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/979110434799504953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/979110434799504953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/03/broken.html' title='broken.'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OIRVOkN2YAA/TXIghFX2MpI/AAAAAAAABAo/XBWiGHe3sTY/s72-c/tumblr_lgptok2UDQ1qf2qqr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-2445856643268639824</id><published>2011-02-28T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T22:39:14.107+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>The night is young, and so are we. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2xsikuK-cEk/TWuqtvQnZgI/AAAAAAAABAg/o_n6o0o5sOc/s1600/quotes-fa16b77e0657b8d1f9c10c84bf97cd0e_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2xsikuK-cEk/TWuqtvQnZgI/AAAAAAAABAg/o_n6o0o5sOc/s320/quotes-fa16b77e0657b8d1f9c10c84bf97cd0e_h.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578740266185483778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I really love this picture. It enables me to look at things at a much better prospective. :) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am youtubing all of Kelly Clarkson's old songs like Breakaway and Because of You. The majority of her music videos are of her ranting and heartbroken. But what I love the most about them is that they all make sense. Unlike Kesha-Blow (Sorry, Kesha). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to be an alternative rock person. But I guess that changed when I realized how songs of people shouting insults won't benefit me at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I've been indulging myself in songs such as Leona Lewis-Angel , Lenka, Zee Avi-Honey Bee etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the cheerful songs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watch this if you haven't:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Ra-Om7UMSJc?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;lynn x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304889253883588129-2445856643268639824?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/2445856643268639824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/02/night-is-young-and-so-are-we.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/2445856643268639824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/2445856643268639824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/02/night-is-young-and-so-are-we.html' title='The night is young, and so are we. :)'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2xsikuK-cEk/TWuqtvQnZgI/AAAAAAAABAg/o_n6o0o5sOc/s72-c/quotes-fa16b77e0657b8d1f9c10c84bf97cd0e_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-6539301215536327455</id><published>2011-02-28T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T21:18:33.639+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>School</title><content type='html'>It's been about a week over since I last blogged. Really sorry :( &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course, in other words, it's been about a week over since I've been to my new school too. I haven't actually adjusted to the new schedule. The amount of homeworks are not that bad, but the deadlines are way too short. I've expected the teachers to ask their students to pass up their work the very next day, but I've never experienced it before. So I haven't quite adapted to everything yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's gonna take awhile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304889253883588129-6539301215536327455?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/6539301215536327455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/02/school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/6539301215536327455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/6539301215536327455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/02/school.html' title='School'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-5516679454398995855</id><published>2011-02-16T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T14:49:54.829+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>A new chapter.</title><content type='html'>Today would be the last day of my home home-schooling life. Ever since last year, I've craved to go to a home-schooling center. Well, I guess my wish came true. But now that it's been granted, I'm not sure whether I should leap for joy or show a hint of regret on making this decision. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not that I have this sudden phobia to go to a home-schooling center. It's just that, I've been home home-schooling for &lt;b&gt;six&lt;/b&gt; years already. I'm so used to the routine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But ohwells. Nothing stays forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304889253883588129-5516679454398995855?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/5516679454398995855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/02/new-chapter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/5516679454398995855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/5516679454398995855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/02/new-chapter.html' title='A new chapter.'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-2293960983340452370</id><published>2011-02-13T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T18:23:53.719+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>pathetic condition.</title><content type='html'>Ever since yesterday, I've had this horrible stomach-ache when Amy &amp;amp; Anne were staying at my place. Which really sucks, cause it's a mood-spoiler. I was unable to sleep till four that night mainly because I couldn't stop sweating and to top that off, I had three ant (or mosquito, I was too lazy to identify them at that moment) bites on my wrists. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somehow, I managed to wake up at nine this morning for church, which was good. :D Initially, I didn't feel sleepy at all but I slowly did during the sermons. My eyes were like automatically trying to close -.- And I even lost count of the amount of times I yawned. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I didn't sleep. I never sleep in church. Muahaha. (Perasan, much.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's probably difficult for you to picture the state I am in right now, so I shall help you out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm clutching my stomach, sweating non-stop, blinking my eyes uncontrollably and last but not least, thinking how lovely it would be if I were able to take a shower right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, I can't. I can't seem to move because of my restless (almost paralyzed..haha, kiddings. Not to that extreme) legs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Screw PMS. Anyways, I'm listening to Owl City-In Christ Alone. Go listen :) It's one of the most beautiful songs I've listened to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow's Valentine's Day. Honestly, I've never made such a deal about it. But this year, I think I should do something related to Valentine's Day on that day. Yes. I'm going to watch I Hate Valentine's Day. Lolss. I'm serious. I really hope it'd be a great movie. Anyone care to join me? Hehehehe. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S: Sorry for the lack of photos nowadays. Pimples have infested on my forehead once again, ever since the CNY holidays started. Screw pimples. Screw PMS. Sighs. I'm in such a pathetic condition right now -.- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304889253883588129-2293960983340452370?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/2293960983340452370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/02/pathetic-condition.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/2293960983340452370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/2293960983340452370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/02/pathetic-condition.html' title='pathetic condition.'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-3142550111091212769</id><published>2011-02-06T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T14:37:34.097+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nostalgic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Chinese New Year is already coming to an end, and I've just came back from my hometown yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss my cousins and grandparents so much :'( The amount of fun we've had. Everything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sighs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night, while I was trying to sleep, I reminisced all the moments of happiness back in my hometown. The reunion dinners. The places we've been to.  The girl talks in the car without any parents eavesdropping. The hours shopping for nail polish and things. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That heap of love and joy can easily over weigh the stack of ang paus collected. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304889253883588129-3142550111091212769?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/3142550111091212769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/02/you-hold-key-to-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/3142550111091212769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/3142550111091212769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/02/you-hold-key-to-my-heart.html' title='nostalgic.'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-3157053595368456172</id><published>2011-01-26T15:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T15:12:43.602+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>The compound of feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So, I guess my week has been depressing and somehow enjoyable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's hard to find the proper adjectives to describe my week, since there were some ups and downs. There were moments of happiness and there were moments of frustration. It's all formed up into an unbreakable compound of happinessfustrationlaughterdepression. It's not a mixture to me, where I can easily take out the feelings or moments I don't want in my week. What you feel is inevitable. &lt;div&gt;It all comes down to how you want to treat it. Weather you're going to keep it all in or let it out. And apparently, I'm going to let it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you look in the big picture, you'd see this week like it's only a sentence in a song/a week in a year. It's easy enough to say it that way, but a week seems to be a long time. Especially when your feelings are all mixed up and unclear. I haven't adapted to my schedule yet, after the long December holidays of peace and ultimate freedom. Now that the boundaries and dead lines have been set up once again, I can't help feeling tired of this repeating cycle of daily life: Study, Eat, Computer, Home-works, Swim, Eat, Sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything feels dull and uninteresting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd often try to imagine that the days I've lived or am going to live in are painted by God and that I should be grateful for that comparing to the ones who are living in pain and fear of their end time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, it's still difficult. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the main things that contribute to make this week depressing is my parent's constant lecture. My parents have been constantly lecturing me on the things I'm not good at or the things I fail to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exercising is one. They think I'm still not doing enough to prevent my scoliosis to worsen. Swimming twice a week, badminton every week, Pilates everyday &amp;amp; brisk walking/jogging every evening I don't go swimming. Apart from all those physical exercise, I'm not allowed to wear flip-flops because my mom heard it does not properly support your spine or something. And, I'm not allowed to slouch or sit cross-legged. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sucks, I know. It's required for me to do all of the above, and perhaps will be forced to do more in the future. My mom does not accept any excuse for me to skip swimming other than my period. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The days don't slip by anymore without me feeling that dread to go swimming or stress to finish all my homeworks on time. And it's even affecting my sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D: I need to look in a different prospective in life. Otherwise everything will be dread, dread, dread. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What happened to the enthusiasm? The excitement? The drama? The eagerness? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chinese New Year, please come quick. &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/8304889253883588129-3157053595368456172?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/3157053595368456172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/01/compound-of-feelings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/3157053595368456172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/3157053595368456172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/01/compound-of-feelings.html' title='The compound of feelings'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-6446790315269720874</id><published>2011-01-26T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T14:30:09.909+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>The summer I turned pretty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TT_Jp8m2MWI/AAAAAAAABAU/2GYWAd0m-hY/s1600/summeruk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TT_Jp8m2MWI/AAAAAAAABAU/2GYWAd0m-hY/s320/summeruk.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566389386934104418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;THAT BOOK. Yes, that book shown above, IS ONE OF THE BEST BOOKS EVER. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's so interesting and captivating that I managed to finish it all in two days. It swept me into this whirlpool of romance and tragedy I haven't felt since I read Eclipse (which was a long time ago). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am at the loss of words to conclude my opinion on it because the book's too amazing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have to read it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/8304889253883588129-6446790315269720874?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/6446790315269720874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/01/summer-i-turned-pretty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/6446790315269720874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/6446790315269720874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/01/summer-i-turned-pretty.html' title='The summer I turned pretty'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TT_Jp8m2MWI/AAAAAAAABAU/2GYWAd0m-hY/s72-c/summeruk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-6407640361482401575</id><published>2011-01-26T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T18:34:30.183+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>love does not impute evil.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TT-7lj7IECI/AAAAAAAABAM/XYjIlaJ4fsA/s1600/tumblr_lfi124e6n91qbva80o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TT-7lj7IECI/AAAAAAAABAM/XYjIlaJ4fsA/s320/tumblr_lfi124e6n91qbva80o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566373918426009634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Having this sudden crave to go on a holiday. Preferably somewhere exotic that's out of Malaysia. Canada would be cool. Or maybe Petra. South Africa. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mmm. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of holidays, my dad's planning to go Australia for the THIRD time. He wants my whole family to come along too. We'd be going after my brother's exams which will be in July. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have NO idea if this trip is partially meant to celebrate my brother's exams OR to celebrate my birthday. After all, my brother's birthday was in London last time. Or something. I do remember he had his birthday in one of the holidays which was out of Malaysia but I forgot precisely where. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:/ Anyhoo, I asked my dad about it and he said it is for the Australia PR thing. Long story. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, I actually sort of hope my birthday won't be in Australia. Unless my parents say they're not going to celebrate my birthday in Malaysia. 'Cause if I get to, I want all my friends to attend it. I don't want it to be in Australia where I have to tag along my family or perhaps the tour group on my birthday. It's like everything's normal. But also, I can't go around and scream "OMG, IT'S MY BIRTHDAY YOU NEED TO WISH ME SOMETHING AT LEAST". That's be so stupid. Facebook wall posts will really help, but I highly doubt there will be any internet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, if we're going to go on tour, it'd usually be hours stuck in the bus and you know how prone I am to motion sickness. For my birthday, I don't want to be sedentary. I want everybody to be active, running here and there. That's me. And so, sitting on a bus? No thanks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reading from what I just said, you'd probably be thinking I'm fussy and such. Spoiled. Picky. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wasn't trying to sound that way. Just wanted to give my opinion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chinese New Year is next week! Oh gosh, how time flies :O &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah, well, I still don't think it's &lt;b&gt;too &lt;/b&gt;early for me to wish you xin nian quai le (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304889253883588129-6407640361482401575?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/6407640361482401575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/01/love-does-not-impute-evil.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/6407640361482401575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/6407640361482401575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/01/love-does-not-impute-evil.html' title='love does not impute evil.'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TT-7lj7IECI/AAAAAAAABAM/XYjIlaJ4fsA/s72-c/tumblr_lfi124e6n91qbva80o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-3048397850290034822</id><published>2011-01-22T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T22:20:44.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;All these devilish songs existing in the world today, attempting to cease the importance of Jesus Christ. Trying to tempt everyone to sin. But they will not get me anywhere, for He will always be my Father, and I shall do what is right and pleasing in His eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304889253883588129-3048397850290034822?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/3048397850290034822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/01/all-these-devilish-songs-existing-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/3048397850290034822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/3048397850290034822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/01/all-these-devilish-songs-existing-in.html' title=''/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-5830328975467580015</id><published>2011-01-20T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T13:43:22.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random ramblings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TTfKgSTPU9I/AAAAAAAAA-0/ZUtWnhZ-USY/s1600/tumblr_lf141m83UL1qb62q0o1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TTfKgSTPU9I/AAAAAAAAA-0/ZUtWnhZ-USY/s320/tumblr_lf141m83UL1qb62q0o1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564138520656696274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;THIS IS TOO CUTE D: &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Once again, I'm having difficulties in sleeping. I'm already in the Chinese New Year spirit and I guess that has been depriving me from sleep.&lt;div&gt;I mean, family reunions! And not to mention, the money :P Eheheh. SHOES, DRESSES, SKIRTS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How can I not be excited?! I'd most probably be staying up all night long during the CNY holidays trying to calm myself down. And if I fail in doing so, I'd have a How I Met Your Mother marathon while waiting for morning to come. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But still, isn't it annoying when you can't sleep? The isolated feeling you'd have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Eesh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Currently addicted to community channel. It's extremely hilarious! Natalie is awesome at expressing sarcasm and such. Hahaha, and her accent is really cool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;By the way, does anyone know how to use Nuffnang? :X I don't really understand how to use it and stuff. Bleugh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh and, apparently, I changed the background of my blog! :D It used to be a picture of white colored planks of wood, but it got really boring to me :/ So that explains the new pink floral design! I'm not sure if it can be categorized as VINTAGE though. Ahha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But anyway, vintage floral designs FTW! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304889253883588129-5830328975467580015?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/5830328975467580015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/01/random-ramblings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/5830328975467580015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/5830328975467580015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/01/random-ramblings.html' title='random ramblings'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TTfKgSTPU9I/AAAAAAAAA-0/ZUtWnhZ-USY/s72-c/tumblr_lf141m83UL1qb62q0o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-8965552608461871338</id><published>2011-01-14T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T13:33:49.135+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>incredibly brilliant.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have recently realized that:&lt;/div&gt;I HAVE NEVER HAD ANY CARBONATED DRINKS IN MY HOUSE-EVER. &lt;div&gt;I HAVE NEVER DRANK ANYTHING AT STARBUCKS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I NEED TO EAT AT WENDY'S (BECAUSE I'VE NEVER EATEN THERE) BEFORE I START SCHOOL SO THE PEOPLE WON'T THINK I'M WEIRD. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I HAVE NEVER EATEN AT DUNKIN' DONUTS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeahh, I'm like so freaking &lt;s&gt;incredibly awesome&lt;/s&gt; &lt;b&gt;outdated&lt;/b&gt;. :/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've been honestly stressed these few days. I've been assigned to do &lt;b&gt;one, ONE &lt;/b&gt;essay and I'm starting to freak out already. UNBELIEEVABLE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I have to say it's all the school holidays' fault, actually. It has swiped out all of my motivation. I really need to get hold of myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, I've been thinking quite a lot lately. I've realized a number of things, and I've listed some of them above. One of the things I haven't mentioned is, I've realized that all this while, we've been demanding way too much things. And yet, we can never seem to see the amount of blessed things we posses heaped on top us. It's like they're invisibly hidden to us once we posses them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;About a few weeks ago, my mom told me about how life was when she was my age. The number of hours she studied, and what her wishlist was. What really amazed me was what she desired. Books. That was it. That was the only physical object she wanted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But what about now? Reminiscing from a few wishlists I've read from my friends, I noticed all of them had some sort of electronic involved. I'm not saying that's wrong or whatever, I myself, want quite a few electronics too. But the difference! The difference of what people wanted last time and NOW. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's terrifying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Another thing I've realized is how problems can affect us. We're so lost in trying to fix them that we tend to think life really is insignificant and pointless to live. My problems aren't as big as what adults are handling, but they're enough to blow my mind up. I know "WHAT AM I GOING TO WEAR?!" or "Omgg, how am I supposed to finish this amount of homework?!" or "Arghh, I burned myself trying to cook that thing again! I GIVE UP" can match off what is stressing an adult's mind. For me, I'm always trying to accomplish things just to feel satisfaction. But then I've noticed that I can never, ever accomplish &lt;b&gt;everything&lt;/b&gt;. No matter what mind-blowing thing I can manage to accomplish, is able satisfy myself for long. And so, I feel that it's time I should simply be glad and satisfied at every little thing I can do/have accomplished. It may not impress people as much as how other people can, but it's what I am capable of and that's really enough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Also, I can see that we never seem to think of the present. It's always about the past or the future. We've always been wanting to feel the assurance that everything will be alright (thinking of the future). And if you hadn't, you'd be angry at yourself (past). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But what about the present? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Isn't it important as well? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, that's all. (: I think I've talked enough. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;lynn x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304889253883588129-8965552608461871338?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/8965552608461871338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/01/incredibly-brilliant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/8965552608461871338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/8965552608461871338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/01/incredibly-brilliant.html' title='incredibly brilliant.'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-2574336571058072733</id><published>2011-01-12T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T20:05:20.291+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>imprinting my current feelings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TS2SW85UJuI/AAAAAAAAA-o/6UCipJE6zV4/s1600/Americas-Next-Top-Model.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TS2SW85UJuI/AAAAAAAAA-o/6UCipJE6zV4/s320/Americas-Next-Top-Model.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561262037873731298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seeing models on TV, I get this instant pang of jealousy. Their looks, their agility, their shape, their talents, their incredible dignity they have in themselves..everything. And I would feel somehow assured that I can never illustrate such beauty like them. The only thing which forms up inside of me is the useless envy. Then, I would simply turn off the TV and sulk. &lt;div&gt;Sometimes, I wonder why God doesn't let me know what his plan is for me, or even the reasons why I'm ME and not someone else. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yet, there's no answer. It's all extremely confusing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think it's time I should try to be more optimistic. To stop blaming myself for the things I'm not good at. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lynn x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S: New favorite word! :D rhododendron. HAHAAHHA. The amount of 'd's LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.P.S: I just updated the 'the author' tab a few days ago. [: You can go read my new updated bio. Ehehh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304889253883588129-2574336571058072733?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/2574336571058072733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/01/imprinting-my-current-feelings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/2574336571058072733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/2574336571058072733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/01/imprinting-my-current-feelings.html' title='imprinting my current feelings.'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TS2SW85UJuI/AAAAAAAAA-o/6UCipJE6zV4/s72-c/Americas-Next-Top-Model.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-4386555840996081227</id><published>2011-01-09T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T10:04:52.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TSlwid2i_bI/AAAAAAAAA-g/tqvWyu8hV24/s1600/tumblr_lepbcaWxRL1qdak7so1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TSlwid2i_bI/AAAAAAAAA-g/tqvWyu8hV24/s320/tumblr_lepbcaWxRL1qdak7so1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560098952396864946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Down with flu. Aughh, I feel half-dead. &lt;div&gt;I managed to sleep for 24-hours straight. Quite unbelievable but I did. I was just way too restless yesterday that whenever I tried standing up, my legs sort of wobble. Resting in bed for hours really sucks especially cause you can't lie down FLAT without your nose getting blocked. I can't talk much either without my voice cracking here and there. Also, when you have flu, everything you eat is tasteless which completely destroys your appetite for food :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I guess being sick has some benefits :P heeehe. Like for instance, I get to read more books and skip tuition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This post is going to turn out so &lt;s&gt;awesome &lt;/s&gt;lame, man. Seriously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kay, bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lynn x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;s&gt; &lt;/s&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304889253883588129-4386555840996081227?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/4386555840996081227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/01/blah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/4386555840996081227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/4386555840996081227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/01/blah.html' title='blah'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TSlwid2i_bI/AAAAAAAAA-g/tqvWyu8hV24/s72-c/tumblr_lepbcaWxRL1qdak7so1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-4733966697025030230</id><published>2011-01-06T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T15:51:05.383+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tuition'/><title type='text'>annoyed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TSVypwELk5I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/DJTwnOVQWzM/s1600/Spider.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TSVypwELk5I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/DJTwnOVQWzM/s320/Spider.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558975376661386130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;If only spiders looked like that in real life ):&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here I am, sitting on my pale yellow swivel chair inhaling aerosol/Shieldtox Attack. That is what happens when a baby spider invades an overly foolish timid girl's room *points at myself* who transform into a chicken at every tiny thing that moves with six/eight legs. Bleugrh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhoo, I'm downright annoyed because I have no idea which school or tuition I'm going to this year! Everything's a huge mess and extremely confusing. My mom's paid the fees for FLC's side-classes which are starting in February but it can't be confirmed yet because of the shortage of teachers currently. And meanwhile, my mom's considering sending me to Ara Damansara's homeschooling center along with Joanna. It has already started, which irritates me alot since their orientation day is over and everybody there knows each other already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Furthermore, there's no backup plan if FLC's classes aren't able to start. =.= I feel so left out. Like the whole world is learning and improving themselves and I'm at home debating with nobody else but my brain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My old science class is starting on Friday.. I HAVE NO IDEA IF I'M GOING OR NOT. D: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cross fingers, I hope my mom makes the right decision. And whatever it would be, I want some sort of school to be involved with it. I'm plain sick of studying at home. It's been six years and I'm longing to get a taste of  REAL school again. *Sigh..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything is so blurry. It's like standing in a midst of fog, while everybody else is clear of their future. Why are decisions so difficult to be made? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S: apologies for any grammatical errors in this post. I'm too irritated to correct them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304889253883588129-4733966697025030230?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/4733966697025030230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/01/annoyed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/4733966697025030230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/4733966697025030230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/01/annoyed.html' title='annoyed.'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TSVypwELk5I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/DJTwnOVQWzM/s72-c/Spider.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-334372905487447017</id><published>2011-01-03T13:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T22:21:25.958+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home-work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Short but hopefully satisfactory</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TSFpGnYU90I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/t-pPtTg6cwc/s1600/tumblr_lec55jKYdU1qbtmhho1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 271px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TSFpGnYU90I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/t-pPtTg6cwc/s320/tumblr_lec55jKYdU1qbtmhho1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557838977523054402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hellooo. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School has officially started and my amount of uncompleted English homeworks are constantly bugging me. During the school holidays, my mom has been hammering health articles into my brain and I have to say she was successful in doing it. These articles are like: "DO NOT SLEEP WITH THE LIGHT ON, IT CAN LEAD TO CANCER." or "DO NOT IMMEDIATELY SIT IN THE CAR AFTER YOU OPEN THE DOOR BECAUSE THE HEAT CAN CAUSE BALLAALA." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's actually more. She's scared me dead with countless simple things that most of my friends have never thought is harmful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, if any of you have noticed, there was this period of time where I completely stopped taking photos. Well, it started of when piles of homeworks have been consistently thrown at me every week that caused pimples to infest on my forehead. So yeah. Obviously, no one likes pimples. But it's been clearing off really fast since the school holidays. So you shall see more of me! Ahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's about itt (: Sorry for the randomness in this post. I was in a mood to blog. Eheh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, I got to go to Julia's house now :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lynn x  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304889253883588129-334372905487447017?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/334372905487447017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/01/short-but-hopefully-satisfactory.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/334372905487447017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/334372905487447017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/01/short-but-hopefully-satisfactory.html' title='Short but hopefully satisfactory'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TSFpGnYU90I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/t-pPtTg6cwc/s72-c/tumblr_lec55jKYdU1qbtmhho1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-861424287127791338</id><published>2011-01-02T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T16:07:55.915+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Princess.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TSAtpC9Qf3I/AAAAAAAAA-I/CKhqtABgSnQ/s1600/Princess1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 283px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TSAtpC9Qf3I/AAAAAAAAA-I/CKhqtABgSnQ/s320/Princess1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557492123366883186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whatever comes," she said, "cannot alter one thing. If I am a princess in rags and tatters, I can be a princess inside. It would be easy to be a princess if I were dressed in cloth of gold, but it is a great deal more of a triumph to be one all the time when no one knows it."&lt;br /&gt;— Frances Hodgson Burnett (A Little Princess) &lt;div&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/8304889253883588129-861424287127791338?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/861424287127791338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/01/princess.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/861424287127791338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/861424287127791338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2011/01/princess.html' title='Princess.'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TSAtpC9Qf3I/AAAAAAAAA-I/CKhqtABgSnQ/s72-c/Princess1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-1798869088614712960</id><published>2010-12-31T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T13:26:22.219+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home-work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Reminiscing 2010; NEW YEARS EVE! ; My New Year Resolutions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TR39ubhRz3I/AAAAAAAAA-A/PSX2VkPhO9M/s1600/fireworks1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TR39ubhRz3I/AAAAAAAAA-A/PSX2VkPhO9M/s320/fireworks1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556876489348206450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;HELLOO. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's only 10:54p.m but I'm pretty tired. I had a long day so I shall start rambling before I fall asleep on my laptop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, in the afternoon I went over to Julia's. We intentionally wanted to go to Ikano for shopping but it turned out Ikano is holding some kind of concert tonight so they sort of closed down the shopping mall to prepare the things for it. All I know is that some particular concert prevented us to enter the shopping mall area. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eventually, we decided to go Centrepoint because it's nearby. We ate at KFC and then we went back to Julia's house to watch StepUp 3! It was SUUUUUPER nice. I loved the Robot Rock routine! Those guys are SICK. Seriously. I bet robots can't even dance like that! Moose reminds me SO much of Gordo in Lizzie McGuire! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I went home at about 5p.m. I showered and then left to my cousin's house for New Year's Eve dinner. It was fun. I feel fat now. Realllyy bloated. I'll have difficulty sleeping tonight until the food's digested. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, while I'm patiently waiting for it to be digested, I'm blogging! And as I've promised in my previous post, I will tell you what my New Year Resolutions are (: (not in any order) :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Sleep earlier. I don't think many of you know this, but I can't sleep at sleepovers. I usually stay up or something. The whole night. I'm prone to getting excited all the time. So, by sleeping earlier, that should be able to ease my excitement when I go for sleepovers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Have quiet time more frequently. Meditate on God's Word/devotionals and have more faith in God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Count my blessings each and everyday. I always feel kind of left out when it comes to technology. I don't own anything at all from the Apple store and when everybody has at least something from there, I feel sucky :/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Do whatever my mom says without any complains and persevere through every one. One of these would be drinking those disgusting inflamed chia seeds with tasteless soya bean everyday without complaining. Another will be drinking the weird calcium juice which tastes like medicine. My mom has disallowed me from using nail polish and wearing flip-flops. I can also try to accept that. Although I know that would be hard since I've loved nail polish art &lt;b&gt;SO MUCH&lt;/b&gt; since I was eight. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Exercise with a better attitude. Swimming laps alone twice every week is boring. It's compulsory for me to go because I have mild scoliosis and my parents are trying to find each and every way to prevent it from becoming worse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Don't complain about my amount of homework I'm forced to do a week. Even if I know I can't complete them until 3a.m on the day it is due.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. To improve in whatever I'm lacking in my personality. To be more disciplined and less panicky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. To learn how to do various things. Perhaps I would consider going bungee jumping in 2011 :O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Learn a new language. Maybe French? Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that's about all. I'm going to miss 2010 badly. It contains so many priceless memories. I've achieved plenty and made so many new friends whom are very close to me now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well. The coming of 2011 is inevitable, so why not welcome it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YEAH, IT'S GONNA ROCK OUR SOCKS OFF (what?) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahah. It's already 11:59p.m. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 MORE MINUTE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye! Fireworks are displaying already and my dog is going to bark her head off once again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lynn x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/8304889253883588129-1798869088614712960?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/1798869088614712960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2010/12/reminiscing-2010-new-years-eve-my-new.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/1798869088614712960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/1798869088614712960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2010/12/reminiscing-2010-new-years-eve-my-new.html' title='Reminiscing 2010; NEW YEARS EVE! ; My New Year Resolutions'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TR39ubhRz3I/AAAAAAAAA-A/PSX2VkPhO9M/s72-c/fireworks1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-2786951828540528399</id><published>2010-12-30T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T19:56:55.001+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><title type='text'>HOYEAH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TRwwqnJ8nJI/AAAAAAAAA94/juBVsD68WLg/s1600/Tumblr2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TRwwqnJ8nJI/AAAAAAAAA94/juBVsD68WLg/s320/Tumblr2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556369548891692178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's going to be 2011!! aaaaaaah. I can still remember the first day of 2010 like it was yesterday: Gina barking her head off at the fireworks, my brother desperately trying to calm her down, my mom rushing about to find the best view of the fireworks and finally, my whole family (including Gina) gathered in the guest room, also known as the best view for seeing fireworks according to my mom. :P I'm saving to tell you my new year resolutions till the first of January :) It shall be a surprise. muahahahah. But I daresay, it will be &lt;i&gt;quite&lt;/i&gt; long. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two days ago, my family and I went to UniQlo in Fahrenheight. Before the journey, I wasn't really looking forward to go there. It's not really far but if you didn't know, I'm prone to motion sickness, so I get sorta nauseous when I ride in a car. Sadness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, the clothes at UniQlo are really nice. I bought two hoodie sweaters and a blue turtleneck shirt. I'm not much into turtleneck T-Shirts but my mom profusely persuaded me to get one so I just bought it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, I got a new "handbag". In my opinion, I think it's considered a handbag but my brother says it's more like those reusable bags. Gahh. But anyhow, I still like it SO there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes, the material may be the same as what people use for reusable bags but I still like it kay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brother is trying to convince me to get a leather handbag. HECK NO, have you seen the prices of those stuff?! It's like rm300+. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd rather add another few hundred to get an Ipod Nano or something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brother's gone nuts already. He either keeps forgetting I'm only 12 or he's deliberately trying to make me spend my money and laugh at my stupidity later on. Yeah, maybe girls my age already posses all these expensive handbags and stuff but I think rm300+ for a handbag itself is ridiculous. :/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I keep forgetting the word "vuvuzela" and I still laugh at these words: "hippopotamus, pomposity and kaput."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All my love, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lynn x &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S: I'm addicted to this song: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k-ImCpNqbJw"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k-ImCpNqbJw&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Read the first few paragraphs in the lyrics (the part where Skyler Grey sings). It reminds me so much of the "Prodigal Son" story. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304889253883588129-2786951828540528399?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/2786951828540528399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2010/12/hoyeah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/2786951828540528399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/2786951828540528399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2010/12/hoyeah.html' title='HOYEAH'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TRwwqnJ8nJI/AAAAAAAAA94/juBVsD68WLg/s72-c/Tumblr2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-5909406653729769195</id><published>2010-12-25T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T21:26:22.813+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TRXko1segpI/AAAAAAAAA9k/1cVKZayle8k/s1600/images%2B%25283%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 195px; height: 258px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TRXko1segpI/AAAAAAAAA9k/1cVKZayle8k/s320/images%2B%25283%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554597105690903186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heey :D &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BLESSED CHRISTMAS &amp;amp; A HAPPY NEW YEAR TO ALL OF YOU! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you guys had fun :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks so much for the presents! Also, to those who haven't given me a present, that's alright. Honestly, I find it more joyful to give than take. So, you don't need to give me anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afterall, Christmas is about celebrating Jesus' birth not about us getting new things am I right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I've already received the best everlasting present ever-Jesus. No physical gift can ever replace that. Ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOVE, lynn x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S: Check this video out: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vCFsQQgkDpA"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vCFsQQgkDpA&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love it to the core :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304889253883588129-5909406653729769195?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/5909406653729769195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/5909406653729769195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/5909406653729769195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TRXko1segpI/AAAAAAAAA9k/1cVKZayle8k/s72-c/images%2B%25283%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-735436307799072524</id><published>2010-12-23T21:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T13:40:54.769+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>everything.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TRNdJYcBKLI/AAAAAAAAA8M/p__9lazuFgc/s1600/COOKIES.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TRNdJYcBKLI/AAAAAAAAA8M/p__9lazuFgc/s320/COOKIES.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553885181238126770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is the time of the year when cookies get all dressed up and eaten by Santa Claus.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;HEY, again. :P &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas is approaching! My fingers are numb of wrapping presents and writing cards. Contrary to how restless I'm feeling I feel like jumping up and down with excitement! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to indulge myself in eating as much junk food on Christmas day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Listening to Mariah Carey-Oh Santa. She is amazing. I just discovered she's half Irish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I'm suddenly into high-heels right now. Bought two recently, one floral and the other is black with small silver gems studded on the strap. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My plaid flats are spoiled. BLERGH. They were my favorite flats I've ever had. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dad just came back from China a few days ago. He brought back chocolate and cookies. Not much of a souvenir but that was all my dad managed to get since he was on tour and you know how tour guides rush you about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that he's back, he's been online for so long and he keeps blaming me I changed his Google logo thing. I keep telling him I didn't and that Google changes it whenever an occasion comes up but he won't listen. GAHH &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, my brother started to be so unruly all of a sudden. He just barges into my room and lie on my bed. Then he'll talk about his new shoes he got and gradually talk about random things. I mean, what if I was changing?! WAIT, don't imagine what will happen. That'd be wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and, I just started writing into a diary again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TRQZM0Tn51I/AAAAAAAAA9U/i04oSXrMfxg/s320/Picture0296.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554091948444739410" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I obliged myself to take a picture before I forget, so yeah. My hair was in a mess D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sorry for the creepiness in my eyes. Eheh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TRQZMlhPpbI/AAAAAAAAA9M/Ff_NkhO5518/s320/19678_1303114586766_1497516297_850661_6043009_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554091944475338162" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This was my last diary. LOOK HOW SMALL I WAAS. Lololololol. I remembered there was this girl who stole this picture off from my old blog and used it as her Profile Picture..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So freaky laaa. I fell off my chair when I saw my face on her facebook. :/ And she had so many people commenting "AHH, PRETTY" and stuff like that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;WTH. ihdweihzmruiqhru,uiqcrhmqxui,ihcq3rciuwehxruihwerkwejXhi9dhiwoqehjbijdnIJNDIENhbfiejnfijeanNKJDNE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;She even copied every single picture I took on my first blog. I deleted that blog already :/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, my mind is refusing to dig up something interesting to say, so I can't write furthermore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TRNize1_9SI/AAAAAAAAA9E/uFDV499WAoA/s320/Picture0209.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553891402070357282" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TRNizNx-hoI/AAAAAAAAA88/5syqXvhrmjM/s320/Picture0211.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553891397490083458" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Winnie the Pooh FTW! :D If you look closely, you can see the Adrian Mole book in front of me :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TRNihZ2aq5I/AAAAAAAAA80/0s-XDZfVHao/s320/Picture0273.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553891091492285330" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TRNihWRuSMI/AAAAAAAAA8s/bniTJSl_C-Q/s320/Picture0279.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553891090533075138" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TRNihHB5neI/AAAAAAAAA8k/PNPsw9XHH3w/s320/Picture0280.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553891086440177122" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TRNig8NpeyI/AAAAAAAAA8c/nYeIJtLq_Vo/s320/Picture0291.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553891083536661282" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TRNig9vYQJI/AAAAAAAAA8U/GnF25GN_ve8/s320/Picture0294.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553891083946573970" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is what you do when you get bored. Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keeping a blog alive is tiring. :X &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOVE, lynn x &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304889253883588129-735436307799072524?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/735436307799072524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2010/12/everything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/735436307799072524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/735436307799072524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2010/12/everything.html' title='everything.'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TRNdJYcBKLI/AAAAAAAAA8M/p__9lazuFgc/s72-c/COOKIES.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-4767326941113411510</id><published>2010-12-23T21:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T22:52:34.106+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>HOLIDAAY (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;AHHHHHH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been seriously EONSS since I last blogged. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, my trip back to my home-town was really good! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the first day of my arrival, my cousins &amp;amp; I went for this choir thing and sang carols :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went swimming on the second and then on the third, we celebrated my youngest cousin, Anne's birthday. We had dinner at this restaurant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I GOT REALLY FAT after that :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the full recap. Read it if you're interested, I don't want to bore you out with my schedule:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had McDonalds for lunch in the car :D Reached my hometown at 4p.m. Obliged myself to eat another meal my grandparents prepared. Then, Huey Shern/Amy and Anne came over. Talked. Went to choir after that :D It was very fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to Anne/Huey Shern's house. At 6p.m we went swimming. After that, we went to Jenn's house and had dinner (IKEA meatballs, broccoli and chicken.) Then, we came back to Anne's house and watched How To Train Your Dragon on Huey Shern's home cinema. We had walnuts/cashew nuts and almonds for popcorn :D Finished at about 11:30p.m.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to bed early at 12:30p.m. Woke up in the middle of the night and felt thirsty. Drank Sprite and let me tell you, Sprite at 2a.m is NOT PLEASANT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wednesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Went to Jenn's house in the evening. Then, we went to Anne's belated birthday dinner. Had so much food and drinks. Went back to my grandparents' house and took lots of family photos (they're on Facebook) until 11:30p.m.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;Thursday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anne came over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Left my home-town at 3p.m and reached KL at 6p.m.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, Jenn came down to KL about a week after that :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO MALAS TO RECALL WHAT WE DID LA. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I know is that we had lots of FUUN and most of our time shopping was trying to belanjar each other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will continue rambling in the next post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOVE x &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304889253883588129-4767326941113411510?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/4767326941113411510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2010/12/holidaay.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/4767326941113411510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/4767326941113411510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2010/12/holidaay.html' title='HOLIDAAY (:'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-1194452997991989328</id><published>2010-12-05T19:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T20:03:15.158+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>spontaneous applause</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TPt9de5UwxI/AAAAAAAAA70/8tsyajhh4wY/s1600/JesusBaptism.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/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TPt9de5UwxI/AAAAAAAAA70/8tsyajhh4wY/s320/JesusBaptism.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547165311500075794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;HELLOO :) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I finished To Kill a Mockingbird in six days. Now my brother is acting like he doesn't care. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever. Anyway, I'm going back to my hometown TOMORROW. My mom just told me this a few days ago. Usually, she informs me about it weeks before so I consider this 'on short notice'. I AM SO EXCITED AND NERVOUS AT THE SAME TIME. HONESTLY, I DON'T KNOW WHY I'M NERVOUS BUT I JUST FEEL LIKE THAT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THAT DOESN'T MAKE ANY SENSE I KNOW. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pfft. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, I GOT BAPTIZED TODAAAYY :D  *jumps up and down* I was excited, nervous and scared altogether. This year's baptism was held during the time when testimonies were usually given out and ballala. So EVERYBODY (who always comes on Sunday) was looking at me. The baptism session in the previous years were held AFTER church so it depends weather people want to come and watch you. Obviously, I baptized without my glasses on so I couldn't see properly. Everything was blurred because my power's pretty high. Anyway, the pool was IN the stage so when I looked forward, I was looking at like over 1,000 people.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really scary. But two cameramen were in front of me, so they blocked half my view :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The pool water wasn't &lt;i&gt;really &lt;/i&gt;cold though. Once I was baptized, there was the SPONTANEOUS APPLAUSE and LOUD DRUMS. But weirdly enough, I didn't hear it because my ears were all blocked with water. T.T &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to go pack my stuff for tomorrow now :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and by the way, I will be staying in my hometown for four days so I won't be able to go online until Friday. :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sort of glad there's no Wi-Fi there though :/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can have more Quiet Time and stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all. Truthfully, I forced myself to blog right now because I'd be feeling really guilty during those days in my hometown if I didn't :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Byeee. And HAPPYHOLIDAAAYS. I know it's so late to wish you right now, but &lt;b&gt;my&lt;/b&gt; holidays just got started today :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lynn x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304889253883588129-1194452997991989328?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/1194452997991989328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2010/12/spontaneous-applause.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/1194452997991989328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/1194452997991989328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2010/12/spontaneous-applause.html' title='spontaneous applause'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TPt9de5UwxI/AAAAAAAAA70/8tsyajhh4wY/s72-c/JesusBaptism.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-3106909397155769342</id><published>2010-11-27T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T13:49:08.209+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home-work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='So You Think You Can Dance'/><title type='text'>BOOKS BOOKS BOOKS :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TPCaVPeUiXI/AAAAAAAAA7s/2vk615FIm3A/s1600/13977.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TPCaVPeUiXI/AAAAAAAAA7s/2vk615FIm3A/s320/13977.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544100831014717810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HEEELLOO :) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I FINALLY, FINALLY, FINALLY managed to grab hold of 'To Kill a Mockingbird' :DDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm currently reading Matilda by Roald Dahl (I only read it vaguely when I was younger) and I'm going to read To Kill a Mockingbird after that. Then, I will try to find Wuthering Heights and then The Secret Garden. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to read as many books as possible :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, you'd probably notice how often I've been blogging and that's because I had finished all my home-works and was free. But now, I've just been assigned to do two 700-word essays, a 100-word essay, grammar stuff, Malay home-works and Mandarin home-works so I won't be that free anymore :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, I want to read To Kill a Mockingbird in one week because my brother challenged me to. He said it's impossible to finish that book in a week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll see about that, then. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Nuff said.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check this out:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://vodpod.com/watch/2572275-nathan-and-mollee-sytycd-hip-hop-112409"&gt;http://vodpod.com/watch/2572275-nathan-and-mollee-sytycd-hip-hop-112409&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a really old episode of So You Think You Can Dance but I just googled it up again because the dance routine's still nice :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodbyee &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lynn x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304889253883588129-3106909397155769342?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/3106909397155769342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2010/11/books-books-books-p.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/3106909397155769342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/3106909397155769342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2010/11/books-books-books-p.html' title='BOOKS BOOKS BOOKS :P'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TPCaVPeUiXI/AAAAAAAAA7s/2vk615FIm3A/s72-c/13977.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-8674828384324095163</id><published>2010-11-26T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T20:14:08.594+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>inevitable decisions for future ambition :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TO-j27FgCUI/AAAAAAAAA7k/-WbdkLHyrWo/s1600/butter-cake-su-1534841-l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TO-j27FgCUI/AAAAAAAAA7k/-WbdkLHyrWo/s320/butter-cake-su-1534841-l.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543829830285396290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O.O&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I want to change my blog layout. Really. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am still thinking about my future amibition. :S To be truthful, I've always wished to become the youngest Malaysian novelist since I enjoy writing a lot. But what I loathe is what people would think of me. They'd tend to think that I'm intellectual when I'M NOT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My holidays are starting in two weeks!!! :DDDD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lynn x &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304889253883588129-8674828384324095163?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/8674828384324095163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2010/11/inevitable-boredom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/8674828384324095163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/8674828384324095163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2010/11/inevitable-boredom.html' title='inevitable decisions for future ambition :('/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TO-j27FgCUI/AAAAAAAAA7k/-WbdkLHyrWo/s72-c/butter-cake-su-1534841-l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-5608042451157064321</id><published>2010-11-25T16:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T19:10:36.218+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words.</title><content type='html'>Hi, My name is Wei Lynn and I am 12 this year. I don't know what I want as my future ambition, and yet people think that is ridiculous to not know it. Sometimes, I feel like screaming "I AM ONLY 12, MY BRAIN IS TOO SMALL TO THINK OF WHAT I WANT TO BE IN ELEVEN YEARS." &lt;div&gt;I have never dared to say such thing, but deep down in my heart it has screamed this phrase countless times. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People address to me as Lynn. I'm hardly ever called by my full name, unless I'm in deep trouble and I'm only called Wei Lynn by people who do not know me well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm the type of girl who enjoys curling up in a spot under the sunshine reading a book and letting her hair down because it feels like a curtain shading her face. I have been told off for not having a neat hairstyle by my mom and teachers but I never seem to change. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like to eat Popsicles in the park and watch little children running about in the playground. I like the feeling of excitement and triumph. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But unfortunately, the world is not like a complete happy merry-go-round. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Animal cruelty, slavery/bondages and starvation exists, sadly enough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I detest insects (especially cockroaches) and anything which involves maths. I hate it when homework interferes my social life and disturbs my mood to do what I wish to do. I feel a temporary resentment towards people who disturbs me when I'm fully engrossed in a book. The feeling of returning to reality is unpleasant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I used to pretend I lived in a boarding school, just like Mallory Towers and play lacrosse with schoolmates though I have never played it once in my whole life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Often, I would tell myself I am unique and that every individual has a different personality and talent. My dad for instance, can do various things that it is unlikely for me not to be the same. Yet, I find myself quite talentless and slow in learning when it comes to maths that I would sometimes just accept defeat. I was the shy and quiet type when I was young and somehow it damaged my self-esteem. That's probably why I don't believe it when my friends tell me I'm pretty or that I'm smart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like to think that a book contains a whole life span of one person and that I've been part of it for a few days. The last page of the book is usually the saddest part of all. Part of me would be upset it's all over and the other side of me would feel elated to be able to be part of someone's story/life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But hey, we all have a story to tell right? And this is mine, although it's such a short biography. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe one day I will be able capture my whole entire 12 years of existence onto pages and pages of words. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304889253883588129-5608042451157064321?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/5608042451157064321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2010/11/short-bio-of-me-i-did-when-i-was-bored.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/5608042451157064321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/5608042451157064321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2010/11/short-bio-of-me-i-did-when-i-was-bored.html' title='Words.'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-8097416775135713069</id><published>2010-11-25T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T16:20:16.973+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>peacock</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TO4b1H7XYLI/AAAAAAAAA7c/5vxy3VJoVWQ/s1600/peacock-picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TO4b1H7XYLI/AAAAAAAAA7c/5vxy3VJoVWQ/s320/peacock-picture.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543398790814720178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up in the morning just to discover I was awaken by the sound of Katy Perry-Peacock which was blasting on my brother's radio.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, my brother got a haircut and my dad paid him RM50 because my brother refuses to cut his hair every-time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT NEJFEWINJFWNICMQMSM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have this tendency to write 'goodbye' as 'goobye'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lolwhat. ._.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to read 'To Kill a Mockingbird' by Harper Lee. It's listed as one of the Best Books Ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just Googled up the definition of 'lascar'. It means 'An East Indian sailor, army servant, or artillery trooper.' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Random much. :p &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ice-skating tomorrow with Deborah and Joanna!! Am very exciteeeeeedd :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just edited my Favorite Quotations on Facebook. They're from A Little Princess. I finished it yesterday!! IT'S THE BEST BOOK EVERRRRR. YOU MUST READ IT NOW. NOWNOWNOWNOWNOWNOW. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lynn x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S: Listen to Katy-Perry if you dare. It's soo addictingannoyingcatchysortasickish (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q.O.D (Quote of the Day) : "Whatever comes," she said, "cannot alter one thing. If I am a princess in rags and tatters, I can be a princess inside. It would be easy to be a princess if I were dressed in cloth of gold, but it is a great deal more of a triumph to be one all the time when no one knows it."&lt;br /&gt;— Frances Hodgson Burnett (A Little Princess)&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"&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/8304889253883588129-8097416775135713069?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/8097416775135713069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2010/11/peacock.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/8097416775135713069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/8097416775135713069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2010/11/peacock.html' title='peacock'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TO4b1H7XYLI/AAAAAAAAA7c/5vxy3VJoVWQ/s72-c/peacock-picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-4318652827386259137</id><published>2010-11-24T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T13:47:45.328+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home-work'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TOymSQ459-I/AAAAAAAAA7U/U-hakWxhepw/s1600/nerdsvariety.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 297px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TOymSQ459-I/AAAAAAAAA7U/U-hakWxhepw/s320/nerdsvariety.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542988074087741410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;NERDS YO :D &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Heeeeey :) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guess what! :D I managed to finish almost all my home-works this week! :D I just need to finish some grammar chapters and I'm DONE for the week *pumps fists in the air*. I completed all three essays in about two days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been seriously long since I last felt relived. hahah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, it rained yesterday so I didn't go swimming ;DD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can probably picture how disappointed my mom was :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She still insisted exercise, so we went Ikano. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH, AND I FINALLY BOUGHT NERDS :D They sell it at Cold Storage, Ikano. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, I went Geronimo Stilton book hunting for Jenn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bought the new Seventeen magazine. Selena Gomez's is on the cover ._. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I'm into classic books right now. I used to love Mystery first, then Adventure, then History (weird i know okaay), Comedy and now Classics. Actually, I read anything anytime. I even read my mom's Reader Digests when I have completely nothing to read :P But I'm just into Classics now. So, I went to Popular two days ago and bought A Little Princess by Frances Hodgson Burnett. I already read a simpler version of it when I was little but I'm older now so it's different :P I got the book for RM8.50 BTW. Really cheap. The cover's green and plain but I don't judge a book by its cover so I don't mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's aall. Lazy to write more &amp;amp; Dad wants to use the PC. (My PC is in the repair shop) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodbyeeeeeeee &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lynn x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304889253883588129-4318652827386259137?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/4318652827386259137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2010/11/nerds-yo-d-heeeeey-guess-what-d-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/4318652827386259137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/4318652827386259137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2010/11/nerds-yo-d-heeeeey-guess-what-d-i.html' title=''/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TOymSQ459-I/AAAAAAAAA7U/U-hakWxhepw/s72-c/nerdsvariety.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-8864462855838256082</id><published>2010-11-20T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T15:35:18.342+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home-work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tuition'/><title type='text'>we are who we are (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TOfEHPOn36I/AAAAAAAAA7M/znr6KWlMMMM/s1600/milkcookies.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TOfEHPOn36I/AAAAAAAAA7M/znr6KWlMMMM/s320/milkcookies.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541613495128678306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;helloooo &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been ages since I've last blogged. (14 days is estimated 14 blog years.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So um, i won't be summarizing the stuff that happened. :( I mean, it's quite impossible for me to write what happened during the last 336 hours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, it's actually possible. Just impractical :S &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MY JOURNAL ASSIGNMENT IS FINALLY FINISHED *dances* :D My teacher extended the assignment to two weeks instead so that explains the 14 days and not seven days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finished reading Adrian Mole and realized he's a fictional character ._. He was created by an author called Sue Townsend. A LADY. A lady who knows the length of a guy's thing. O.O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The book's probably one of the sickest books I've read :/ He's currently the most sick character I've read on. He just beat Anne Frank :P Those two are the most recent journals I've read and it turned out that both of them have lovers and stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And they both talk about body parts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My homework this week is to write a book review on it. I already know what my opinion on it is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I only have a few more classes left to freedom!! :DDD By December, I'll only have my Mandarin class left. It'd be changed to twice a week then because my mum says it's not possible to completely not study for a few weeks.  :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enough said. I shall close this post with a list filled with random facts about me: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I don't sleep with the air con on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I only get to on the air con on occasions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I don't like plastic spoons and forks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I don't take pictures with my glasses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. I don't really like grocery shopping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. I can't sleep without a blanket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. I LOVE COOKIES &amp;amp; CAKE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. I like Bahasa.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. I don't like Mandarin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. I used to pronounce status as statues. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. I don't like people who are annoying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. I like restaurants where they have free Wi-Fi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. I don't like it when I can't sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. I like clean toilets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. I don't like feeling hungry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. I think camwhoring shouldn't be about who's pretty and who's not, it should be looking weird and having fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. I don't like it when my phone or computer runs out of battery especially when I need to use it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. I like Paramore, Julia Sheer, Linkin Park, Hey Monday, Owl City &amp;amp; Simple Plan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. I don't like it when some-one tells me what I can't say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. I don't like healthy food. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21. I like going to the movies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22. I like popcorn and cotton candy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23. I don't like untangling wires.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lynn x &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304889253883588129-8864462855838256082?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/8864462855838256082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2010/11/we-are-who-we-are.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/8864462855838256082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/8864462855838256082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2010/11/we-are-who-we-are.html' title='we are who we are (:'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TOfEHPOn36I/AAAAAAAAA7M/znr6KWlMMMM/s72-c/milkcookies.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-4439667721840442511</id><published>2010-11-06T21:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T21:46:43.231+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home-work'/><title type='text'>everything you are is my reverie. x</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TNVawFn4IVI/AAAAAAAAA7E/jqTT4j1KXTo/s1600/Adrian+Mole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TNVawFn4IVI/AAAAAAAAA7E/jqTT4j1KXTo/s320/Adrian+Mole.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536431099111547218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Helloo &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been assigned to write a temporary journal for Communication class. It should be okay :/ i mean, it's quite similar to blogging. Except that you're not allowed to use "super, awesome or yay" and I have a lot of problems with that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow, I just came back from shopping with Li Juan &amp;amp; Ashley. It was fun. I can't fill you in with much details because writing another recap of this would make me want to puke. (I wrote the recap in my temporary journal.) I mean, anyone would if they were asked to write their recap twice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baptism class tomorrow. In other words, my testimony is due. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope they're going to serve curry chicken again. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, mom, dad &amp;amp; brother are down with flu. I'm probably the next victim, but there's no symptoms of it yet, so I'm pretty sure I'm safe. I SERIOUSLY HOPE SO because Ashley's birthday party is next Thursday &amp;amp; we're having Karaoke :DDD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm currently reading Adrian Mole Aged 13 3/4. It's a pretty funny book in a weird way. He keeps talking about his pimple &amp;amp; his eccentric dog. Going to give a presentation on it next Saturday. Am quite nervous. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully I will blog again soon (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; maybe give a second brief summary of what happened. Maybee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. Enough said. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-transfers abundant love- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lynn x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S: Listen to Breanne Duren-Daydreams. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304889253883588129-4439667721840442511?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/4439667721840442511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2010/11/everything-you-are-is-my-reverie-x.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/4439667721840442511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/4439667721840442511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2010/11/everything-you-are-is-my-reverie-x.html' title='everything you are is my reverie. x'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TNVawFn4IVI/AAAAAAAAA7E/jqTT4j1KXTo/s72-c/Adrian+Mole.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-9108976859709730469</id><published>2010-10-30T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T15:45:52.787+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'>short recap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TMvMwSKN5fI/AAAAAAAAA68/HriV6LiPAl8/s1600/tumblr_l8ew1kJS6T1qbva80o1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 273px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TMvMwSKN5fI/AAAAAAAAA68/HriV6LiPAl8/s320/tumblr_l8ew1kJS6T1qbva80o1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533741697035265522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAI. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now, I shall give you a short recap. Except, I can't give out too much details :( My mom's been profusely lecturing me on controlling my blog exposure. I MEAN, WHO READS MY BLOG D: Well, anyway, I'm pretty sure my dad reads my blog. Ugh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, my mom heard about this AdSense thing on blogspot. You have to set up an account, and then wait for people to advertise on your blog. Then, you can earn money and stuff BLAH BLAHBLAH. No. I don't want this AdSense thing. I don't want any strangers to visit this blog and say "Hi, I like your blog. Can I advertise here and clog up your space?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, we're getting quite off-topic. Here's what happened vaguely in the past few days: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to watch You Again with Joanna in the morning. It was super nice. Came back and had lunch. Then, I went to Ikano and Julia told me she was there too. So we met up and went shopping at Curve. We went to Nichii and stuff. We had ice-cream afterwards. Then we met up with Julia's mom and I went shopping alone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Badminton was at 3p.m. Went shopping with Julia and Ashley at night in 1Utama. Had superloads of fun :D Oh, and we had Burger Kings for dinner. It was my first time there :/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just came back from class with Julia and Li Juan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finished setting up the Christmas tree (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all. Christmas is approaching! Heh. I'm very excited. I can't wait to see my cousins. AND DON'T FORGET THE PRESENTS :DD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, that's all. AU REVOIR (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lynn x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304889253883588129-9108976859709730469?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/9108976859709730469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2010/10/short-recap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/9108976859709730469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/9108976859709730469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2010/10/short-recap.html' title='short recap'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TMvMwSKN5fI/AAAAAAAAA68/HriV6LiPAl8/s72-c/tumblr_l8ew1kJS6T1qbva80o1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-2572678082461663097</id><published>2010-10-25T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T14:41:50.088+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home-work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paramore'/><title type='text'>diva, yo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Helloo :DD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just came back from shopping. Spent about two hours there. Oh, oh, oh that's like so cool. Pehh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was very short okay :( Shopping malls are magical places because the time freezes there. Yes, FREEZE. One minute it is 1p.m and then BOOM POW BAM it is 3p.m already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I'm going swimming at 4:30. That's in an hour. I'm going to burn off some fat. FAT FAT FAT. I am not certain I have much fats though. ahaha. But whatever. Swimming is good for you. Um, even though you're not fat :DD &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah. I have to go do my home-work now. I have come up with another 400+ words for A.A Milne's bio. It has to be completed in less than one hour. It sounds quite impossible but MIRACLES CAN HAPPEN. I sound pathetic. very. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Home-works will one day become extinct. They will disappear in thin air. I'm very impatient for that day to come DD: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, 70% of my day is on home-works. My eyes are becoming bloodshot with the amount of hours researching online. And I'm pretty sure I will have arthritis at an earlier age. OH NOOOO. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nah, it won't happen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to listen to some Paramore songs now :) Probably Fences. Some-thing to keep me awake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been having sleepless nights these few days.  It's probably because my brain is full of debating sessions this week.  LAME DEBATING SESSIONS that can last for hours. ugh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, here's some pictures your eyes can feast on (; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TMUtWqbgtZI/AAAAAAAAA5U/H0e_QrBOyQs/s320/261020101448.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531877584664573330" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Diva necklace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TMUtWbp6BpI/AAAAAAAAA5M/v0VcEmusR08/s1600/261020101449.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/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TMUtWbp6BpI/AAAAAAAAA5M/v0VcEmusR08/s320/261020101449.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531877580698420882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TMUtWOZnDiI/AAAAAAAAA5E/LmjoJzePZp8/s1600/261020101451.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/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TMUtWOZnDiI/AAAAAAAAA5E/LmjoJzePZp8/s320/261020101451.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531877577140407842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bought it with my birthday money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TMUtV3Z0zEI/AAAAAAAAA48/3qJ5HdQIzCk/s1600/261020101453.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/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TMUtV3Z0zEI/AAAAAAAAA48/3qJ5HdQIzCk/s320/261020101453.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531877570967292994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Diva is having a sale. This necklace is not though :( sadly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TMUr74PYElI/AAAAAAAAA4s/kDM6MQr5QLc/s1600/261020101458.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/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TMUr74PYElI/AAAAAAAAA4s/kDM6MQr5QLc/s320/261020101458.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531876025003676242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Lewis Carroll bio. I'm pretty lifeless, taking pictures of random things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TMUr7gInXlI/AAAAAAAAA4k/JXJAFxcZ_vc/s1600/261020101459.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TMUr7gInXlI/AAAAAAAAA4k/JXJAFxcZ_vc/s320/261020101459.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531876018532867666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TMUr69nBXLI/AAAAAAAAA4c/Ey3clJavdV0/s1600/261020101460.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/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TMUr69nBXLI/AAAAAAAAA4c/Ey3clJavdV0/s320/261020101460.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531876009265159346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Midnight by Jackqueline Wilson. You must read it. It's officially one of my all-time favorite books. Her relationship with her brother is exactly like mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TMUr6vwdktI/AAAAAAAAA4U/wZBcoxpRivY/s1600/261020101474.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/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TMUr6vwdktI/AAAAAAAAA4U/wZBcoxpRivY/s320/261020101474.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531876005546660562" /&gt;&lt;/a&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TMU6eKhSa2I/AAAAAAAAA6s/vyU1OddosDY/s1600/tumblr_laqpq3j9u41qzhjnto1_1280.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TMU6eKhSa2I/AAAAAAAAA6s/vyU1OddosDY/s320/tumblr_laqpq3j9u41qzhjnto1_1280.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531892007188982626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You have to admit Hayley's expression is quite amusing. hahahah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TMU6dfgJawI/AAAAAAAAA6k/vwCL_P9GOiI/s1600/tumblr_laql4at05L1qzhjnto1_1280.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TMU6dfgJawI/AAAAAAAAA6k/vwCL_P9GOiI/s320/tumblr_laql4at05L1qzhjnto1_1280.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531891995641473794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TMU5rgcFDrI/AAAAAAAAA6c/380F2Cy3vI4/s1600/tumblr_laqmf02NNo1qctzw6o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TMU5rgcFDrI/AAAAAAAAA6c/380F2Cy3vI4/s320/tumblr_laqmf02NNo1qctzw6o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531891136899387058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TMU4-UI-apI/AAAAAAAAA6U/Jsh1wmV8RME/s1600/hayley_williams_paramore.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/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TMU4-UI-apI/AAAAAAAAA6U/Jsh1wmV8RME/s320/hayley_williams_paramore.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531890360503921298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TMU4-WwVh6I/AAAAAAAAA6M/KODDWrndHwI/s1600/paramore-hayley-williams-wallpaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TMU4-WwVh6I/AAAAAAAAA6M/KODDWrndHwI/s320/paramore-hayley-williams-wallpaper.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531890361205884834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TMU4-B_CnNI/AAAAAAAAA6E/a5DXy8-5JPY/s1600/tumblr_la5qatFfyH1qzhjnto1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TMU4-B_CnNI/AAAAAAAAA6E/a5DXy8-5JPY/s320/tumblr_la5qatFfyH1qzhjnto1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531890355630415058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TMU496Lw-jI/AAAAAAAAA58/Egigfbt-vdA/s1600/tumblr_la446gKYip1qzhjnto1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TMU496Lw-jI/AAAAAAAAA58/Egigfbt-vdA/s320/tumblr_la446gKYip1qzhjnto1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531890353536301618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think headbanging is probably compulsory to do in the Paramore band. :P&lt;/div&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/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TMU7ICqrxCI/AAAAAAAAA60/ckLGU5QYnk4/s320/flames.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531892726635414562" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What a shame we all became such fragile, broken things&lt;br /&gt;A memory remains just a tiny spark&lt;br /&gt;I give it all my oxygen,&lt;br /&gt;So let the flames begin&lt;br /&gt;So let the flames begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;lynn x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304889253883588129-2572678082461663097?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/2572678082461663097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2010/10/diva-yo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/2572678082461663097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/2572678082461663097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2010/10/diva-yo.html' title='diva, yo'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TMUtWqbgtZI/AAAAAAAAA5U/H0e_QrBOyQs/s72-c/261020101448.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-8092013553364928293</id><published>2010-10-23T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T22:39:11.561+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><title type='text'>BIRD BIRD BIRD BIRD IS THE WORD :p</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TMLyy8rkGcI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/y3v0bVIHW_A/s1600/family-guy.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TMLyy8rkGcI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/y3v0bVIHW_A/s320/family-guy.bmp" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531250249460619714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;helloo once again :D &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the second time posting, obviously. Just to attach a very important video ;) It's required for you to watch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OhoY88XIHM4"&gt;CLICK HERE TO WATCH IT&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The dumb youtuber who uploaded this video disabled embedding :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That explains why I only provided the link. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once you finish watching this video you'd go "BIRD BIRD BIRD BIRD IS THE WORD THE BIRD BIRD BIRD BIRD IS THE WORD." Then you can facebook me and we can cyber dance that cartoon guy's dance routine :P Wee. *cyber fives* :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BIRD BIRD BIRD BIRD IS THE WORD. Oh God. It's stuck in my head DD: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uh so anyway, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The internet is very sucky here ): ughh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm craving to shop. Mainly on tops because I'm currently running short of them. Um, preferably from Nichii because their clothes there are super nice :) I just got two skinny jeans from there about a week ago. I'm not showing off or anything, alright. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hardly ever visit Cotton On now. I don't strongly appeal their clothes designs. The majority of the shirts there are tank tops, and I don't wear tanks..so yeah. The remainder shirts are really low cut which I find inappropriate for my age :o hahah. But yes, their skirts are really gorgeous. Especially the high waist floral skirts :D The pencil skirts are nice too, except I don't think I'm ready to wear those yet :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I find Forever 21's dresses the best. That decision will forever remain irrevocable. hahah. Unfortunately, you'll scream of horror when you read the price tags. They are ridiculously expensive :( I also like their accessories. Especially the necklaces and bangles. If I'm not mistaken, I suppose a necklace sells at the price of RM45? I haven't been there in awhile. But anyway, RM45 is really expensive for a necklace. I can buy a shirt instead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Top Shop. Hm. I think Forever 21 and Top Shop share some similarities. Firstly, both their clothes are sold at an incredibly high rate and secondly, uh. I don't really have a second point. heh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, we shall take a ride into Nichii Fashion City :D &lt;i&gt;That rhymes :D &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Their clothes are really pretty. Furthermore, the prices are really reasonable :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;According to &lt;i&gt;some&lt;/i&gt; people, Nichii are meant for older people. Like people who passed the stage of adolescence and enters adulthood. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHATEVER. I just like their clothes. I don't care if I'm not 20-years-old or what. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Roxy is sick. I don't mean it literally, of course. I'm referring 'sick' to the prices. RM139 for a shirt is just plain stupid :P no offence. eheh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;omgeh :O it's unbelievable how a post with an only intention to post an annoying video can progress to a fashion review. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahahha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, I want to go eat some-thing :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good bye x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304889253883588129-8092013553364928293?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/8092013553364928293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2010/10/bird-bird-bird-bird-is-word-p.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/8092013553364928293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/8092013553364928293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2010/10/bird-bird-bird-bird-is-word-p.html' title='BIRD BIRD BIRD BIRD IS THE WORD :p'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TMLyy8rkGcI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/y3v0bVIHW_A/s72-c/family-guy.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-3304255915006601832</id><published>2010-10-23T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T15:14:30.132+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baking'/><title type='text'>Things that happened which I don't think have a specific name for :/</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TMLg7dAOu0I/AAAAAAAAA3I/sD4voECtdMw/s1600/Fred-The-Movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TMLg7dAOu0I/AAAAAAAAA3I/sD4voECtdMw/s320/Fred-The-Movie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531230604366887746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hello you :))&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here's a short recap of my week before I move on:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(last recap was (ALMOST) exactly last week:o seemed like eons ago instead :P) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday - Classes. Daily routine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday- ''&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weds- " &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thurs-"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday- Badminton:D Went for baking at Julia's after that to raise money for the orphanage:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday (today) - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will tell you about it now:D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;K, so I woke up at seven today because I heard my mom getting up. Pure sadness because I couldn't sleep after that :( I just lay in bed until 10 :P I got dressed and had breakfast. Then Aunty Rebecca picked me up to go English class with Li Juan. Julia was there when we reached.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No home-work this week! I'm super happy. SUPER SUPER SUPER SUPER HAPPY:P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um, so yeah. Class ended at 12:30 as usual. Then Aunty Ting Lee fetched me, Julia and Ashley to SS3. We were going there to sell our muffins we baked on Friday ;) The money we earned will be donated to the orphanage so it was very cool. There were many stalls set up already when we got there. There was plenty of food, games and balloons. Oh, there was a magic show too:D It was pretty lame though. Sorry, amateur magician :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TMQZ3wXCuVI/AAAAAAAAA3g/o_T34oW8aFk/s1600/meandash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TMQZ3wXCuVI/AAAAAAAAA3g/o_T34oW8aFk/s320/meandash.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531574687982860626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(left to right) Ashley and me (:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TMQZ33EfXpI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/xSKB74YEJAE/s1600/meandash2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TMQZ33EfXpI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/xSKB74YEJAE/s320/meandash2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531574689784094354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TMQcfxt8DtI/AAAAAAAAA34/DBeI48fnHRw/s1600/meandash4.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/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TMQcfxt8DtI/AAAAAAAAA34/DBeI48fnHRw/s320/meandash4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531577574565351122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TMQbwB4MiLI/AAAAAAAAA3w/vqqGe5-6Xiw/s1600/meandash3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TMQbwB4MiLI/AAAAAAAAA3w/vqqGe5-6Xiw/s320/meandash3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531576754269620402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TMUuEvyVpBI/AAAAAAAAA50/_9WHbgPC7C8/s1600/241020101438.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/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TMUuEvyVpBI/AAAAAAAAA50/_9WHbgPC7C8/s320/241020101438.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531878376376476690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;yeah, we're pretty lifeless :P&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TMQaLiDZIpI/AAAAAAAAA3o/j-WlQxutaNU/s1600/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TMQaLiDZIpI/AAAAAAAAA3o/j-WlQxutaNU/s320/me.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531575027739730578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My new facebook profile picture :DD so psyched :P&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I didn't have much lunch though. I just had a cup of fries (yes I mean literally CUP because it was in a cup. I know it's not the proper collective noun for fries :P) There was chicken chop and stuff, but I was far too excited to eat. And anyway, I've skipped lunch a couple of times so it was okayish. heh. Don't tell my mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyway, Julia's dad's friends also helped out:D They sold corn instead but we combined it all into one stall. There were brownies, muffins and corn. I think there was spaghetti too. Am not sure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Our muffins got all sold out:D people loved it. hahah. There was another stall selling cupcakes, but it was so expensive. Well quite. The prices for the cookies were even more ridiculous. RM4 for four tiny cookies. -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There was ice-cream too:DD Oh yeah, keep note that all the stalls set up there were also to raise money for the orphanage :)) The stalls which sells food are set up indoors. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The stalls there sold:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Chicken chop, fries, pizza, canned drinks, alot of oriental food, ice-cream, junk food..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;a lot more that I'm too lazy to tell D:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There were also snake and ladder games and those bouncy stuff. hahah. All of the fun and games were set up outside under tents. It was like a fun fair actually :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There was a face-painting stall there, too:D Ashley got her face painted. hahah. Books were also on sale :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We finished by 3p.m. Then we went to Julia's house and watched FRED THE MOVIE. It was FRIKKING AWESOME. hahah. It was very different from his youtube videos alright :D Judy was Pixie Lott. I find her British accent quite amusing :P hahah. Oh yeah, Jeannette Mccurdy was also in the movie. She played Bertha. Bertha is really weird :P She's into goth and stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TMUt9F7EQpI/AAAAAAAAA5s/g59YiutkxMM/s1600/241020101442.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/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TMUt9F7EQpI/AAAAAAAAA5s/g59YiutkxMM/s320/241020101442.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531878244879712914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TMUt8qGKGII/AAAAAAAAA5k/rZ8v2xUD1MA/s1600/241020101446.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/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TMUt8qGKGII/AAAAAAAAA5k/rZ8v2xUD1MA/s320/241020101446.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531878237410039938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TMUt8RokbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/VJ8PcdqStMY/s1600/241020101447.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TMUt8RokbUI/AAAAAAAAA5c/VJ8PcdqStMY/s320/241020101447.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531878230843485506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Kevin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hhaha. er, so there. That was my weekend :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Will post again soon. x &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;More pictures on today are in my Facebook profile :) &lt;/b&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/8304889253883588129-3304255915006601832?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/3304255915006601832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2010/10/things-that-happened-which-i-dont-think.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/3304255915006601832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/3304255915006601832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2010/10/things-that-happened-which-i-dont-think.html' title='Things that happened which I don&apos;t think have a specific name for :/'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TMLg7dAOu0I/AAAAAAAAA3I/sD4voECtdMw/s72-c/Fred-The-Movie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-98739727118790801</id><published>2010-10-17T16:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T17:46:47.634+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home-work'/><title type='text'>home-works are sooo farn *SARCASM*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TLrFFHsizAI/AAAAAAAAA3A/OZItF3QRq1w/s1600/why-do-you-blog1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TLrFFHsizAI/AAAAAAAAA3A/OZItF3QRq1w/s320/why-do-you-blog1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528948184306600962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I blog for fun. I don't care if I earn a single cent blogging.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hello peeps:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday was very fun. I went to Julia's house at 1:30. By the time we reached Sunway Pyramid was at 2:30 I think. Well approximately there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway,  Li Juan and her schoolmates were all there. Most of them. Ashley was there too. We skated until 5:30 ish then had MCD'S. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm too lazy to give out all the details and blahs. :/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, after that I came home and went for my Science class. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I DIDN'T GO TO SHEENA'S "WELCOME" PARTY YESTERDAY. Boo. It was because it's at midvalley and my father wasn't available at that time. Blegh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, December is creeping up pretty fast. Some-times the time just stops completely. Or like the calendar dates just never move. Anyway, back to December! December 5th is the date when I'm going to be baptized :D Yeay! I feel excited. :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today's the first Baptism class so I had to stay back until 1:30 in church. The CCLs provided lunch which consisted of chicken, cauliflower and bitter-gourd. Oh yeah, everybody ran away from the vegetables. I was one of them who managed to escape :D Wee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah. The baptism class wasn't that bad lah. Oh and Ashley brought her colored pens:D That was very random. I also found a five cent coin in my Bible. I don't know how it go there:/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I &lt;i&gt;MIGHT&lt;/i&gt; be starting school in January instead of July in FLC. I'd be in the middle of their semester thing which I don't think is a very good idea? I mean, it would be more difficult for me to understand and blalala because of that. I hope you get what I mean. heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One actual reason why I want to start in Jan is because I'm impatient to start school. I know you'd probably be saying "WHAT!? LYNN IMPATIENT TO START SCHOOL?!" But yes I am actually impatient:/ I've been lacking in responsibly these days. Like for instance, my maths. I haven't touched it for like a week. T.T. My mom sends me for intensive English classes this year which is very home-work loaded. That probably explains why I'm lacking in my other subjects because of all the home-works I have to complete.  Ironically, last year, she sent me for intensive maths and didn't the slightest bit bother about my English. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've actually worried about what she would send me for next year. Science? I hate science. But now I'm worry-free because I'm going to SCHOOOOL. Where everything's in like a package. :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Err so yeah. I have to finish my The Chronicles of Narnina Study Book Questions and my Grammar home-work. And my Chinese home-work. And my BM home-work. And my church essay home-work. And my novel which is due this Tuesday. And my other 600-word essays. OH CRAP I'M GOING TO BE IN DEEP TROUBLE IF I DON'T FINISH ALL THESE IN LESS THAN THREE DAYS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bye x &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304889253883588129-98739727118790801?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/98739727118790801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/98739727118790801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/98739727118790801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html' title='home-works are sooo farn *SARCASM*'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TLrFFHsizAI/AAAAAAAAA3A/OZItF3QRq1w/s72-c/why-do-you-blog1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-2263823315950087713</id><published>2010-10-12T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T17:38:42.001+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home-work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tuition'/><title type='text'>200TH POST!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TLP3mPvtsxI/AAAAAAAAA24/uo7w7V2-86w/s1600/iceskating1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TLP3mPvtsxI/AAAAAAAAA24/uo7w7V2-86w/s320/iceskating1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527033404147479314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;YO. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm freaking busy this week D: Okay here's a short recap: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Tuesday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. went to 1 Utama to watch Alpha and Omega with Joanna. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Went to Cotton On after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Jo came to my house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. We camwhored while waiting for the Paramore contest to start :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. We couldn't get in the contest -.- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Went for BM at 8.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DEBORAH'S BIRTHDAY PARTY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IT WAS SUPER SUPER SUPER FUN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ESPECIALLY THE THUNDERBOLT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IT WAS SCARILY FUN :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO WAS THE WAVING POOL THINGY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND THE TUBE SLIDE THING &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I FELL OFF ONCE IN THERE :O &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IT WAS REALLY PAINFUL :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AND I GOT BRUISES ALL OVER MY LEGS. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, we were at the waterpark for FIVE hours :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we went to eat at A&amp;amp;W. I made "history" there according to Joanna. It was my first time at A&amp;amp;W. I know i'm very lame. The rootbeer float was okay. Joanna and Deborah were complaining because I didn't say it was awesome :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heh. Anyway, I ordered 2 pcs of golden chicken, curly fries and large rootbeer float. I wanted the smallest amount of roobeer float but that Joanna insisted me to take large -.- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And guess what. I could only drink a quarter of it. :P I gave the rest to Rebekah. Anyway, my appetite is acting weird again. I can't eat much. I could only finish one chicken, quarter of rootbeer float and half of the curly fries. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I AM VERY WEIRD OKAY. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that we went to Deb's house and she opened her presents and stuffs. Then we played Twister :D &amp;amp; Becko played Thousand Miles on the piano. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CHURCH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ashley came over to my house after that. We went to a dog show in the evening. The dogs were soo cute. Had ice-cream :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday (yesterday):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;English class. 10-11a.m. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2:30p.m - went for baking at Julia's house with Ashley.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5:30-went swimming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just came back from Mandrin class. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going Ikano later :D B.M is at 8p.m again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going ice-skating this Thurs! Soo excited :D I'm going with Julia and probably Ashley. It's been so long since I've been to Sunway Pyramid and the ice rink. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then on Saturday I'm going for Sheena's "welcome" party. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So many events. So much home-work. So many books to read. So little time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lynn x. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304889253883588129-2263823315950087713?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/2263823315950087713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2010/10/eveenntss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/2263823315950087713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/2263823315950087713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2010/10/eveenntss.html' title='200TH POST!'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TLP3mPvtsxI/AAAAAAAAA24/uo7w7V2-86w/s72-c/iceskating1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-5393669750938958375</id><published>2010-10-04T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T14:34:38.045+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Plans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paramore'/><title type='text'>EXITEMENT :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TKl0F_tsyeI/AAAAAAAAA2w/IEzKedW_IC0/s1600/Dog+-+Excited.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TKl0F_tsyeI/AAAAAAAAA2w/IEzKedW_IC0/s320/Dog+-+Excited.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524074064297904610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HARLO :D This is my lunch break so I have some free time to blog. Yeah okay, anyway, I think I've been overusing "yeah okay" &amp;amp; "anyway" wayy too much. :X &lt;div&gt;I'm not so inventive, eh. :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heh. erm, anyway. Fun has finally kicked in this week :D I'm going shopping with Joanna Dah Sushi tomorrow :D Soo excited. We're gonna watch Alpha &amp;amp; Omega and then go shopping at Cotton On :D Then Jo comes over to my house and we're gonna try winning the Paramore tickets :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then on Saturday is DEBORAH'S BIRTHDAY PARTTYYYYY. I'm so so so excitad too. (I don't usually spell things correctly when i'm excitad) I still dunno what we're gonna do :/ which is stupid because I should. I don't even know what to wear. Deborah won't tell me. MEAAN. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:P Becko is going too. WHICH MAKES EVERYTHING MUCH MORE EXCITAANG. I miss that chick. ): Chocolate/Julia van muers is going too :D I wrote her full name out cause there's another Julia. Anyway, I haven't met Choco but I do know she's only one day older than me :P ONE DAAAY. Hahah. Potato is going too. I haven't seen her either xP I haven't seen soo many foodies which is plain unfair because I'm a foodie too. urgh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah. We have a vegetable in the food family already :D, a cookie (me), Sushi (Joanna), Cheese (Deborah) , Pie (Ashley), Chocolate (Julia VAN MUERS), Tart (Daryl) &amp;amp; Apple (Sheena)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the 16th I'm going for Sheena's err welcome party..thing :D I haven't met her before. But she's a foodie too ;) She's apple. awesomeness. I'll bring lots of apples to the party :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hahah. It's not reallyy a party though. We're going to watch a movie first, window-shop, go swimming @ Deb's club then take Joey for walk :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I like this week. :P I'll try to update tomorrow, after shopping and balala. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Byeee &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304889253883588129-5393669750938958375?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/5393669750938958375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2010/10/exitement-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/5393669750938958375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/5393669750938958375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2010/10/exitement-d.html' title='EXITEMENT :D'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TKl0F_tsyeI/AAAAAAAAA2w/IEzKedW_IC0/s72-c/Dog+-+Excited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-421861364890547880</id><published>2010-10-04T12:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T14:25:44.015+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'>SUNDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TKlrCS3GhJI/AAAAAAAAA2o/yktWgF9oZFk/s1600/33667_1619498456165_1497516297_1630294_3718230_n.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/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TKlrCS3GhJI/AAAAAAAAA2o/yktWgF9oZFk/s320/33667_1619498456165_1497516297_1630294_3718230_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524064105113486482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TKlrCaU81sI/AAAAAAAAA2g/ce1DyXbfaLc/s1600/33921_1619513896551_1497516297_1630345_3683504_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TKlrCaU81sI/AAAAAAAAA2g/ce1DyXbfaLc/s320/33921_1619513896551_1497516297_1630345_3683504_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524064107117729474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TKlrCC4papI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/5O0cc-WoPUs/s1600/37152_1619500496216_1497516297_1630303_356386_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TKlrCC4papI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/5O0cc-WoPUs/s320/37152_1619500496216_1497516297_1630303_356386_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524064100825000594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3RD OCTOBER: &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9:30a.m- Church with Ashley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2:30p.m- Ashley comes over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                - Had popcorn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                -Camwhore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                 -had Spaghetti Cabonara &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                 -Watched a movie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5p.m- Went to Taman Tun park&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;          -Walk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;         -Saw monkeys&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;         -Ashley waded in the stream &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;         - had Soya Bean :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304889253883588129-421861364890547880?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/421861364890547880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2010/10/sunday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/421861364890547880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/421861364890547880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2010/10/sunday.html' title='SUNDAY'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TKlrCS3GhJI/AAAAAAAAA2o/yktWgF9oZFk/s72-c/33667_1619498456165_1497516297_1630294_3718230_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-9196835432102027933</id><published>2010-10-02T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T14:41:11.158+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Study'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home-work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paramore'/><title type='text'>zomg it's October already?! :O</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TKbTlc6JTrI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/5KZnhiS_I_8/s1600/parkmap.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TKbTlc6JTrI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/5KZnhiS_I_8/s320/parkmap.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523334633385184946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wee. i can't wait :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Harlow :D I didn't know today was the 2nd of OCTOBER :O seriously wei. I'm such a blurcase -.- pfft. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Er, anyway, I went to class just now with Li Juan &amp;amp; Julia. We did some character building stuff and we had to draw our feet and hands in our exercise book. Julia had the biggest feet :P And er. I think mine was the smallest? Either mine or Li Juan's. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After class my mom dropped Li Juan off to her house &amp;amp; then we went to some-one's house to repair some-thing. I don't know what's that some-thing called. bleck. I'm such a loser. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that, we went back home. I bathed and had lunch. I had curry :D Not the spicy one lah. It was dahlicious. :P Oh yeah, Daryl/Tart left his spaghetti at my house. He's such a mean pelican, leaving it on the table enticing me. GAH. I'm going to go eat more egg tarts.. after I finish eating Cheese, 'cause i'm eating cheezels right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...I'm going off-topic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, I'M GOING TO DEBBO'S BIRTHDAY PARTY. Yaaayy. :D We're going to Desa Water-park City. I haven't been theeree. I haven't even been a water-park in Malaysia before. Only in UK or something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyways, PARAMORE CONTEST STARTS THIS MONDAY. eek. I can't wait :D I'm planning to invite Joanna over and we can use ALL our family's phones to call the number. :D We'd be like Jackson Stewart you know. In Hannah Montana. Hahah. I still remember that episode. It was soo long time ago :O &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; yeah, I know I haven't been updating my blog since..eons or some-thing and that's because I've been super busy these days. With home-work. It sucks. I have less than two days to finish three essays and I just got another home-work from the class I just attended. With all the home-works I have to do, I barely have anytime to do my home-schooling work. I've been neglecting my history for a few months already. Almost a year I think :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's why I can't wait to go to school. I'd finally have a proper schedule and stuff. &amp;amp; it'd probably make me more disciplined :O Hahahah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Er so yeah. That's about it. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll blog again when I'm free. (which wouldn't be so soon :/) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorryy. bye x &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/8304889253883588129-9196835432102027933?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/9196835432102027933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2010/10/zomg-its-october-already-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/9196835432102027933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/9196835432102027933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2010/10/zomg-its-october-already-o.html' title='zomg it&apos;s October already?! :O'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TKbTlc6JTrI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/5KZnhiS_I_8/s72-c/parkmap.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-3741637027928729435</id><published>2010-09-26T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T15:31:02.348+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Study'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>I'm such a bad blogger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TJ714VHzL6I/AAAAAAAAA2E/hM7bgXfsYS4/s1600/the-computer-demands-a-blog.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TJ714VHzL6I/AAAAAAAAA2E/hM7bgXfsYS4/s320/the-computer-demands-a-blog.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521120541294145442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;YO. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This post will restore my blog's health. It nearly died because..of me. Because my suckish blogging skills. And my lack of updates. peh. whatever. :P haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah okay. Anyway, I wanna go FLC. Seriously. I miss school. Actually, I don't. Cause I haven't been to a home-schooling center before in my lifee :P hahah. I did go to government school for a few months but I hated it. Who doesn't anyway? LJ said FLC is fun so I wanna go. Okay, i've convinced my mom enough. She's gonna bring me to FLC soon. err, when she remembers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next thing, is about my I.C. MY DAD HAS COMPLETELY FORGOTTEN TO COLLECT MY I.C. About a week ago he called the people and they said it was ready. But he has forgotten about it now (so fast. i know) eesh. -.- bleckk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope my i.c comes out okay :P Cause i.cs usually come out ugly :P hahaha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went for badminton on Fridaayy. :D I actually ate more than play :O Ashley, Julia and I had a "feast". We bought lots of food and drinks. I had 100+, 2 packets of chocolate biscuits, twisties, candy &amp;amp; other stuff from Ashley &amp;amp; Ju. I feel really bad because I was supposed to burn off fats instead of gaining them :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom doesn't know. heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay I need to study for my grammar test tomorrow. (well actually, I'll just do that tonight. I just don't feel like blogging anymore :O sorry bloggie :P) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;byee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lynn x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S: I'm currently finishing the Chronicles of Narnia series. I know you people have finished it already. I'm pretty late lah. :P I didn't even know I had the series in my bookshelf. *makes a face* :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304889253883588129-3741637027928729435?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/3741637027928729435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-such-bad-blogger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/3741637027928729435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/3741637027928729435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-such-bad-blogger.html' title='I&apos;m such a bad blogger'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TJ714VHzL6I/AAAAAAAAA2E/hM7bgXfsYS4/s72-c/the-computer-demands-a-blog.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-1654004658164282303</id><published>2010-09-22T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T14:53:15.072+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seventeen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paramore'/><title type='text'>A year without rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TJmmSbkUxKI/AAAAAAAAA18/2fxGJyVoDeI/s1600/selgomez1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 176px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TJmmSbkUxKI/AAAAAAAAA18/2fxGJyVoDeI/s320/selgomez1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519625653887222946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TJmmR4jfNdI/AAAAAAAAA10/jplT2jK7VAM/s1600/selgomez2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 184px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TJmmR4jfNdI/AAAAAAAAA10/jplT2jK7VAM/s320/selgomez2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519625644488472018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TJmmRveJ7sI/AAAAAAAAA1s/E2IjHApqvQU/s1600/selgomez3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TJmmRveJ7sI/AAAAAAAAA1s/E2IjHApqvQU/s320/selgomez3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519625642050186946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 198px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TJmmRHlIyQI/AAAAAAAAA1k/HUlkTxktjeo/s320/selgomez4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519625631342053634" i="" neeed="" s="" dress="" in="" the="" a="" year="" without="" music="" soooo="" pretty="" o="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TJmmRHlIyQI/AAAAAAAAA1k/HUlkTxktjeo/s1600/selgomez4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OML. I need Selena's dress in "a year without rain" music video. She's sooooo prettyy :OO *envy envy* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Anyway, I haven't done my Science presentation for tomorrow. Gah. I'm supeeerr lazy. I have to finish it before tonight. Hopefully, I would be able to do it. :/ I seriously have nothing much to present. I mean, what's so nice about bacteria? ugh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I'm actually supposed to do my Pirate essay &amp;amp; my book review thing now. But I feel like blogging :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went shopping yesterday at 1U. :D I went to shop for clothes but there was nothing interesting so I went shoe-shopping. I bought these plaid flats for $40. They're preetty. :D And really comfortable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I went to buy ice-cream :P At MC D. Then my mom called me to meet at this place selling moon-cakes. We were supposed to leave BUT my mom met this random customer and they were talking for ageeess. I knew it wouldn't end for quite a while so I left and did some  window-shopping :P Oh yeah, I went to buy the new Seventeen magazine. MELISSA WON THE COVERGIRL CAM. :D I knew it. I voted for her a million times on the web. She's seriously pretty okay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TJmmRHlIyQI/AAAAAAAAA1k/HUlkTxktjeo/s1600/selgomez4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TJmlIvDi0sI/AAAAAAAAA1c/dFKvWv8GPGI/s1600/mel.khoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 179px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TJmlIvDi0sI/AAAAAAAAA1c/dFKvWv8GPGI/s320/mel.khoo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519624387808121538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TJmlIO9dD3I/AAAAAAAAA1U/Yh6e6ZXJSLI/s1600/mel.khoo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 218px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TJmlIO9dD3I/AAAAAAAAA1U/Yh6e6ZXJSLI/s320/mel.khoo2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519624379192643442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;amp; she's only 14 though she looks much older than that. :O :O &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While I was window-shopping, my mom went grocery-shopping. So when I was done, she was done too, and then we left for home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bathed and ate very little of my dinner, then left for BM. I've lost my appetite this week. I DON'T KNOW WHY but I can really go without any lunch or dinner. It should be a good opportunity to lose some more weight but my mom forced me to eat anyway. ugh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We talked about murders and stuff during BM. It wasn't that scary lahh. We were reading these murder articles in the bahasa newspaper and I couldn't reallyy understand everything so I only knew that the victims got burnt to death in a car accident. There. Good enough :P haha. My friend got scared to death instead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BM finished at 9:30. I came home and went online until I got tired. Then I went to sleep. I woke up in the middle of the night because of some noise and weirdly, I couldn't get back to sleep. So I went downstairs and drank some apple juice with a Cheesetart. It was a great combination :D (cheese&amp;amp;daryl ;) Hahah. Anyway, my appetite finally kicked in at that moment. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I went upstairs and peeked into my brother's room. It was my "duty" to lower down his aircorn everynight and I forgot to do it earlier. So I went in there and I sorta woke my brother up :P Well actually his iPhone woke him up first because of a new Facebook notification. We talked about our new specs abit. Then I went to bed and listened to the radio until I could finally sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah did I tell you? I got new specs :D It's almost the same as my old one except that it's half-framed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I woke up at 9. My mom called me and asked if I was ready. I was like why ready? I had completely forgotten it was a Wednesday and I was late for my Mandrin class. So I panicked and stuff :P heh. I quickly ate my breakfast and did the Mandrin home-work in the car. :P I do all my home-works verryy last minute obviously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I reached there late. Uh, and during the class JOJO called me. -.- Then, she smsed me that the Paramore contest is out. :O I read that at 1 ish and Jo didn't pick up when I called her again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Class finished at 11:30 btw. I was supposed to have noodles for lunch but it was disgusstiing. :P It has these weired ingredients in it which makes it taste sourish &amp;amp; bitterish. I went to cook two eggs to to go with it. It was better I guess. :/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay that's all. I need to do my home-works now. Byee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lynn x &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304889253883588129-1654004658164282303?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/1654004658164282303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2010/09/year-without-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/1654004658164282303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/1654004658164282303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2010/09/year-without-rain.html' title='A year without rain'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TJmmSbkUxKI/AAAAAAAAA18/2fxGJyVoDeI/s72-c/selgomez1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-9166074664933298973</id><published>2010-09-18T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T14:34:40.070+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home-work'/><title type='text'>"inventive"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TJRdQhqXWuI/AAAAAAAAA1M/o1NDweV-x_E/s1600/Rawr___love_you_by_Gummi_Pirate_Crew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 208px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TJRdQhqXWuI/AAAAAAAAA1M/o1NDweV-x_E/s320/Rawr___love_you_by_Gummi_Pirate_Crew.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518137981931051746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAAWR. Soon enough, I'll inherit the rawrs from Cheesio :P Hahhah. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay I'm gonna be more inventive now. Well I'll try. And I'm gonna try to not go off-topic so much. AND I'm gonna try to organize this post more though I suck at coherency.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heh. Anyways, I'm assigned to do this project thing next Thursday. I have to present on bacteria stuff blala for 10 minutes. Obviously, that duration would be longest 10 minutes I'll ever experienced. Ugh. My other home-work (which was given this morn) is to research on pirates (ikr? wth) and write a 300 word &lt;b&gt;essay&lt;/b&gt; on them. pirates are a snore :/ blegh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, Li Juan &lt;b&gt;DID&lt;/b&gt; come to class just now. Seriously, it was like so last-minute ish. She suddenly said she was coming. (If julia is reading this - She wasn't joking about it.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yeah. Um, I have to memorize another poem. I'm pretty good at memorizing poem stuff so it should be a piece or cake:P Make that cappuccino cake :D hahah. it will help alot if I had some now.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going off-topic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay, I dunno what else to write. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;byee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304889253883588129-9166074664933298973?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/9166074664933298973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2010/09/inventive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/9166074664933298973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/9166074664933298973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2010/09/inventive.html' title='&quot;inventive&quot;'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TJRdQhqXWuI/AAAAAAAAA1M/o1NDweV-x_E/s72-c/Rawr___love_you_by_Gummi_Pirate_Crew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-8616069637863726876</id><published>2010-09-15T22:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T14:33:38.350+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'>swings are just plain awesome</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TJRakfNOgxI/AAAAAAAAA08/AN53m8ehJ7A/s1600/61643_1598131442003_1497516297_1582215_2499093_n.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/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TJRakfNOgxI/AAAAAAAAA08/AN53m8ehJ7A/s320/61643_1598131442003_1497516297_1582215_2499093_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518135026334466834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TJRcualbWaI/AAAAAAAAA1E/-Hp_vw_RsKI/s1600/62902_1598142282274_1497516297_1582220_6820510_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TJRcualbWaI/AAAAAAAAA1E/-Hp_vw_RsKI/s320/62902_1598142282274_1497516297_1582220_6820510_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518137395915741602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HEYA PEEPS :D &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went swinging yesterday at a park with Li Juan, Ashley &amp;amp; Julia. It was supeer fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just gonna cut the story short: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt; Went to Ashley's house at 4:30. (Julia was already there)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Picked up Li Juan. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Left to the park.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;SWINGGS. Go see the pics on Facebook. :P &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to feed the turtles with brand new bread. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We ate some of the bread too :P &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Left to Tesco&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ate fried rice with ice-lemon tea.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went home. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;9:00p.m - went online to upload the pix. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Talked to Ashley &amp;amp; Julia.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;10p.m- Joanna comes online.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;12:30a.m- finished talking.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 a.m ish - Went to sleep.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Couldn't sleep.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2:30a.m-Still unable to sleep.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2:40a.m - finally asleep.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Next day&lt;/b&gt; 11a.m- Went to English class with Li Juan. Julia was absent. :( &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1p.m - came home. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Online. :P &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&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/8304889253883588129-8616069637863726876?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/8616069637863726876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2010/09/heyo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/8616069637863726876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/8616069637863726876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2010/09/heyo.html' title='swings are just plain awesome'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TJRakfNOgxI/AAAAAAAAA08/AN53m8ehJ7A/s72-c/61643_1598131442003_1497516297_1582215_2499093_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-6236439519272699342</id><published>2010-09-15T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T22:12:07.048+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Swimming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><title type='text'>Cookies are awesome</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TJDPonlY8SI/AAAAAAAAA00/qb-OTSVrCas/s1600/hey-buddy-whats-shakin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TJDPonlY8SI/AAAAAAAAA00/qb-OTSVrCas/s320/hey-buddy-whats-shakin.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517137840256381218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;heeeey (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I couldn't sleep much last night because a debating session was held in my brain. -.- well it wasn't much of a debating thing. It was just stupid convos which never seemed to end. Convos about school. convos about thiinngs.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;That explains how my brain is functioning now-cloudy. gosh, anyways,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheesio and Sushi came over this afternoon :D Actually, they wanted to come to meet Tart but Tart didn't come but they still wanted to come and so yea. :P&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;We went on OMEGLE :D We met lotsa random dudes and the majority of them were faat. T.T&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;heh. anyway, my webcam was like dead so random dudes couldn't see us but we CAN see them. So it wasn't that scary. :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Then we played Break the Safe. It was fun-ish. Except, Deb/Cheesio kept waking up the guard &amp;amp; the dog. peh.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;We played with Gina after that. My mom was washing her up so she was wet and everything :D we asked her to do random tricks and stuff. yay gina :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;After that we played game of life. I was bankrupted wei. aughh.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Anyway, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Debbo and Joanna/Sushi left at 4:30. Then I went swimming. &lt;/b&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/8304889253883588129-6236439519272699342?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/6236439519272699342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2010/09/cookies-are-awesome.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/6236439519272699342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/6236439519272699342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2010/09/cookies-are-awesome.html' title='Cookies are awesome'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TJDPonlY8SI/AAAAAAAAA00/qb-OTSVrCas/s72-c/hey-buddy-whats-shakin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-1565444427323579718</id><published>2010-09-15T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T22:14:53.925+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TJDPONZOEjI/AAAAAAAAA0s/HdW5YYbNc7U/s1600/america-hates-vegetables.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 129px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TJDPONZOEjI/AAAAAAAAA0s/HdW5YYbNc7U/s320/america-hates-vegetables.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517137386549416498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RAAR. :D&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went for this Austrlian PR medical checkup yesterday. It was fine-ish. They checked my weight and blala. My blood pressure, height, eyesight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then my parents &amp;amp; bro went for blood test. OML SO SICKKK. It's for 15 and above thoo..so I didn't do it. :D yays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While waiting for them I did my X-Ray. The lady had no commonsense wei. I had to wear this robe and the lady gave me like a few seconds to change? She didn't even KNOCK on the door, but anyway I changed alr laa..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anw, i've done X-Rays ALOT of times because of my scoliosis , so it was normal..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Erm, then we did some gross test. and that was all. We packed KFC after that.&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/8304889253883588129-1565444427323579718?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/1565444427323579718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2010/09/raar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/1565444427323579718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/1565444427323579718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2010/09/raar.html' title=''/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TJDPONZOEjI/AAAAAAAAA0s/HdW5YYbNc7U/s72-c/america-hates-vegetables.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8304889253883588129.post-1358159226537030355</id><published>2010-09-13T12:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T13:44:21.962+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Stuff.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TI259Bq_cWI/AAAAAAAAA0k/TD5lNmzGNN8/s1600/09092010916%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 199px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TI259Bq_cWI/AAAAAAAAA0k/TD5lNmzGNN8/s320/09092010916%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516269576670638434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TI258qw5QGI/AAAAAAAAA0c/Rwx0O907rjA/s1600/09092010917%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 199px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TI258qw5QGI/AAAAAAAAA0c/Rwx0O907rjA/s320/09092010917%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516269570521383010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TI258ENZcFI/AAAAAAAAA0U/QFDcePVRjPU/s1600/09092010918%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 199px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TI258ENZcFI/AAAAAAAAA0U/QFDcePVRjPU/s320/09092010918%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516269560171950162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lake Gardens&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;YO. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I said that I was supposed to blog about my holiday yesterday but I was.. well..lazy :P heh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nevermind, I'll write about it now though I think none of it will interest you much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So on Wednesday Jenn &amp;amp; her family went 1 Utama to shop for some last-minute things while my family&amp;amp;I left to Taiping. We had MCD's for lunch :D My dad took the set so there was a Milo drink which caused TORTURE. It was so hard resisting the Milo when I was super thirsty. But I couldn't drink it because if I did, I would have to hold my you know what for 3 hours. Okay don't lets talk about that. -.- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We reached Taiping at 3 something I think. We went to my grandparents' house first and had late lunch. Then my grandfather brought me &amp;amp; my mom to Lake Gardens to jog/walk whatever. After that we went to Taiping Central and I had Soya Bean and some yummy kacang thing and butter cake. Then we went home, had dinner and bathed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally I got to read Twilight Eclipse book. It was super nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;The next day, Thursday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to the spectacle shop in the morning. I got new specs :D It wasn't ready to take back to KL so they're sending it to my house one of these days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the evening we went to Lake Gardens with Jenn &amp;amp; Li Sherng. It was super fun and really muddy. hahah. Anyway we explored half of the Lake Gardens because Jenn&amp;amp;I died and couldn't finish the hugeeeeeeee round. But our brothers did. They're weirdos. :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then my grandfather brought me &amp;amp; my mom to Taiping central again. Then we went to this bag shop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Friday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My brother came over to stay at my grandparents' house because Jenn &amp;amp; her family were going to Ipoh. In the evening, my father took us to Fajah to buy more food stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saturday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woke up and packed. Then we had lunch and left at 2:30. Reached home at 5:30. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's about it. Four days of non-stop grocery shopping. Soo weired. hahah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it was kinda fuun. especially the Lake Garden thing on Thursday :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lynn x &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8304889253883588129-1358159226537030355?l=tanweilynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/feeds/1358159226537030355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2010/09/obssesion-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/1358159226537030355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8304889253883588129/posts/default/1358159226537030355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanweilynn.blogspot.com/2010/09/obssesion-much.html' title='Stuff.'/><author><name>lynn (:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09212604134372280588</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TDXlMfOlaMI/AAAAAAAAAhI/KsyBRpPERjw/S220/213060bvrmjmkaac.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rMm0quKwAFQ/TI259Bq_cWI/AAAAAAAAA0k/TD5lNmzGNN8/s72-c/09092010916%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
