<?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-6978969</id><updated>2011-07-08T19:21:33.839+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You + Me = We</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ang3lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978969/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ang3lynn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>aNonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04322555048582014115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978969.post-3634282948985680712</id><published>2011-02-18T00:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T00:39:48.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;had a night in zouk with him.&lt;br /&gt;with the rest of our colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;was drinking. rather making him drink.&lt;br /&gt;make him drink neat de. then pour mixer for him again.&lt;br /&gt;woots. and 2 flaming drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KO. as expected.&lt;br /&gt;he was damn high. whatever we asked him to do, he will.&lt;br /&gt;but he just wouldnt let us go back home. ==&lt;br /&gt;we gotta work. reach office like 8.30am&lt;br /&gt;not like him, got half day leave and able to go office whatever time he likes.&lt;br /&gt;left there at 2 plus. zz&lt;br /&gt;he just KO in the cab. and puked.&lt;br /&gt;lucky theres plastic bag from cab uncle. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but today i asked him, if he remember what happened last night.&lt;br /&gt;he say not so sure. =/&lt;br /&gt;aihs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978969-3634282948985680712?l=ang3lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ang3lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/3634282948985680712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978969&amp;postID=3634282948985680712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978969/posts/default/3634282948985680712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978969/posts/default/3634282948985680712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ang3lynn.blogspot.com/2011/02/had-night-in-zouk-with-him.html' title=''/><author><name>aNonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04322555048582014115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978969.post-510958628444744257</id><published>2011-02-13T18:26:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T18:36:09.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;alright!!&lt;br /&gt;gave all my might. and i got what i predicted previously.&lt;br /&gt;yes. he knew that i liked him. but he just kept mum about it.&lt;br /&gt;he said that if he was me, he will keep mum about it since he knew tt nothing is going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;yeah. maybe true. but he said. be friends for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;since we still do not know each other that well.&lt;br /&gt;din wanna think about it too much. all i know that he knows how i feel.&lt;br /&gt;and im not on pretense anymore. which makes me feel great. without to keep anything from him.&lt;br /&gt;because at same time, he doesnt wanna be in a relationship yet. which i knew earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so right now, i felt depressed. but also felt relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;because at least i knew what hes thinking. i dont have to crack my brain to think about what hes thinking. (:&lt;br /&gt;both good news and bad news. HA! what a great Vday present i had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978969-510958628444744257?l=ang3lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ang3lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/510958628444744257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978969&amp;postID=510958628444744257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978969/posts/default/510958628444744257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978969/posts/default/510958628444744257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ang3lynn.blogspot.com/2011/02/alright-gave-all-my-might.html' title=''/><author><name>aNonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04322555048582014115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978969.post-2154840718461834115</id><published>2011-02-10T21:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T21:52:21.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dint know that someone would be still looking at my blog.  ==&lt;br /&gt;aihs. but u know anyway. HA! doesnt matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im here just to fa xie. cause i dont think i could continue jogging with my leg cramp every other min i jog.&lt;br /&gt;i think i should just cut off all contacts till he leave.&lt;br /&gt;i really cannot tolerate myself talking to a wall anymore.&lt;br /&gt;guess i should really move on.&lt;br /&gt;if he have feelings for me, i should have felt it.&lt;br /&gt;but i feel nothing up till now.&lt;br /&gt;i felt so stupid. so dumb. making myself fall into such a pit.&lt;br /&gt;GOD! save me all these trouble could u?!&lt;br /&gt;i had ENOUGH! of all these shitty stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;im going to break down soon with all these shits and the stress in office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every time my boss went pass, i would worry so much that i made a mistake again.&lt;br /&gt;its not really feeling very nice.&lt;br /&gt;argh!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978969-2154840718461834115?l=ang3lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ang3lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/2154840718461834115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978969&amp;postID=2154840718461834115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978969/posts/default/2154840718461834115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978969/posts/default/2154840718461834115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ang3lynn.blogspot.com/2011/02/dint-know-that-someone-would-be-still.html' title=''/><author><name>aNonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04322555048582014115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978969.post-9214139946717703954</id><published>2011-02-03T19:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T22:24:21.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;woahs! its been almost a year that i hadnt been blogging.&lt;br /&gt;its just boring during new year. other than gambling, its still catching up of relatives.&lt;br /&gt;just finished dinner. i guess i had gained a few kg over these few days. zzz&lt;br /&gt;guess i had to go running in order to get those fats away from me asap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had been thinking through. what should i do.&lt;br /&gt;go ahead or give up.&lt;br /&gt;hard decision to make.&lt;br /&gt;but the reaction i received was to ask me give up.&lt;br /&gt;and when we went out the other time, what i felt is truly happiness.&lt;br /&gt;so, what is the relationship between us? i really ponders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so tiring just wondering what is he thinking.&lt;br /&gt;maybe he doesnt even care. maybe he has someone else.&lt;br /&gt;maybe he just treat me as a fellow colleage/friend.&lt;br /&gt;how i wish he could just tell me something to get rid of all these maybes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD! Help me out here, will ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF! really there is something he feels for me, will he say anything?&lt;br /&gt;or will he just shuddup and end up in Shenzhen for the next 3-5 yrs?&lt;br /&gt;GOSH! don wish to think about all these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought that i had decided not to tell him anything about how i feel.&lt;br /&gt;but as times goes by, i feel like telling him everything just to relieve myself and also giving myself a chance.&lt;br /&gt;but im afraid things might get awkward between us. zz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, so if he still remember that i still wanna go cycling for the weekend before he flys off.&lt;br /&gt;then i shall tell him. hmm..alright maybe...2 chances. =.=&lt;br /&gt;1 is we go cycling. other 1 is we go for our ice cream treat.&lt;br /&gt;see if he remembers. if not, i guess theres nth much i could do if he don even remember that i wanna go cycling or have ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;this is so frustrating. &gt;&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978969-9214139946717703954?l=ang3lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ang3lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/9214139946717703954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978969&amp;postID=9214139946717703954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978969/posts/default/9214139946717703954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978969/posts/default/9214139946717703954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ang3lynn.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>aNonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04322555048582014115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978969.post-3485197467438437020</id><published>2010-02-28T01:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T01:12:38.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im so excited!!&lt;br /&gt;I am going to go Korea on the 16 March!!!  &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;its going to be a 8 days trip!! totally cant wait to go there!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been a while since i last blog.&lt;br /&gt;nothing much. spent a lot for new year. therefore, this month must scrimp like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;dont like that. )):&lt;br /&gt;theres going to be a chalet on april 6-8.&lt;br /&gt;not sure if i am going.&lt;br /&gt;go le, i think every one like quite unfamiliar.&lt;br /&gt;feel so weird instead.&lt;br /&gt;hesitating whether to go anot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next wed, they are going to zouk.&lt;br /&gt;dont quite feel like going. dont quite like zouk.&lt;br /&gt;first impression not good. ):&lt;br /&gt;but zy like it there. haas.&lt;br /&gt;and he dared not reply Sarah. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;hes gonna get it!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i think hes going in army too. this year i guess.&lt;br /&gt;aww, im gonna miss his nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;but i hope he can learn to be a more mature guy. alright Zy!? ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to find a more stable job. said so by my parents.&lt;br /&gt;aihs. yah, job opportunities are more right now.&lt;br /&gt;but which jobs suits me? )):&lt;br /&gt;*ponders&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978969-3485197467438437020?l=ang3lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ang3lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/3485197467438437020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978969&amp;postID=3485197467438437020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978969/posts/default/3485197467438437020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978969/posts/default/3485197467438437020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ang3lynn.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-so-excited-i-am-going-to-go-korea-on.html' title=''/><author><name>aNonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04322555048582014115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978969.post-529949138420888286</id><published>2010-02-12T00:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T00:42:43.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>here to clear up the spiderweb.&lt;br /&gt;really dont know what to update. haas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yar. yesterday went clubbing at butter.&lt;br /&gt;quite enjoyable. at least better than the first time.&lt;br /&gt;i guess its because its only us 4 gurls. ((:&lt;br /&gt;more approachable than with terry who went with us the first time.&lt;br /&gt;lols. met this guy. actions were adorable.&lt;br /&gt;but still dint manage to take a look at his face. &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;what a pity.&lt;br /&gt;but the 3 babes said hes a great catch.&lt;br /&gt;hes quite the gentleman. help me block ppl. ((:&lt;br /&gt;*thinks back* *giggles*&lt;br /&gt;hes just adorable i guess. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright, i dont know what other interesting things to update.&lt;br /&gt;so tts all for now! ciaos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. i LOVE James and Butter!! wOoHoo!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978969-529949138420888286?l=ang3lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ang3lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/529949138420888286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978969&amp;postID=529949138420888286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978969/posts/default/529949138420888286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978969/posts/default/529949138420888286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ang3lynn.blogspot.com/2010/02/here-to-clear-up-spiderweb.html' title=''/><author><name>aNonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04322555048582014115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978969.post-60611973319425604</id><published>2009-11-11T00:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T00:19:04.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopeless; Finding a ray of light.</title><content type='html'>its been a long day.&lt;br /&gt;thats what i felt. felt dreadful as the days passed on.&lt;br /&gt;is either the work is too routine or i had been feeling worn out by this job.&lt;br /&gt;something is going through my head. and yet i had been telling myself not to bother about it.&lt;br /&gt;there it goes. contradicting in my sub-conscious mind.&lt;br /&gt;which results in my migraine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it turns out more exhausting when there is no one by your side.&lt;br /&gt;when everyone has their each and own place to go to.&lt;br /&gt;and me left alone. no where to go. no one to turn to.&lt;br /&gt;this is what happens.&lt;br /&gt;just have to get through with this. cause it is always happening.&lt;br /&gt;gotta get used to it. otherwise, i am the one who always ends up hurting my own feelings by myself.&lt;br /&gt;im a stubborn girl. things dont go through me unless i experienced it. haa&lt;br /&gt;2 more months to a new year!&lt;br /&gt;tell myself that this year i had done well! ((:&lt;br /&gt;by not being emo for the whole damn year. hee!&lt;br /&gt;Angelynn, you're independent alright! you are able to stand up by yourself!!&lt;br /&gt;without anyone's help. I can do it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopeless; Finding a ray of light.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978969-60611973319425604?l=ang3lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ang3lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/60611973319425604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978969&amp;postID=60611973319425604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978969/posts/default/60611973319425604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978969/posts/default/60611973319425604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ang3lynn.blogspot.com/2009/11/hopeless-finding-ray-of-light.html' title='Hopeless; Finding a ray of light.'/><author><name>aNonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04322555048582014115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978969.post-6663838833546843177</id><published>2009-11-03T20:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T21:04:07.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d236002bf1c3914c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd236002bf1c3914c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331041001%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D22BE26B5FDEFED891F075F3D89343D78F1BBC08.704EED9D5647A76FE82B3C3666CFBAFE574DB4DF%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd236002bf1c3914c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DBioVTLhxNG-ebAspMhX6J0MduGA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd236002bf1c3914c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331041001%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D22BE26B5FDEFED891F075F3D89343D78F1BBC08.704EED9D5647A76FE82B3C3666CFBAFE574DB4DF%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd236002bf1c3914c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DBioVTLhxNG-ebAspMhX6J0MduGA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today my students were dancing nobody by wonder girls.&lt;br /&gt;haa! so cute. they anyhow dance. but looks so cute.&lt;br /&gt;its only when the chorus they know how to dance. LOL&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978969-6663838833546843177?l=ang3lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ang3lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/6663838833546843177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978969&amp;postID=6663838833546843177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978969/posts/default/6663838833546843177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978969/posts/default/6663838833546843177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ang3lynn.blogspot.com/2009/11/today-my-students-were-dancing-nobody.html' title=''/><author><name>aNonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04322555048582014115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978969.post-7422542791412416224</id><published>2009-10-12T23:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T23:13:34.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally, i exploded.&lt;br /&gt;released off all those accumulated stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekJH2Gv_iVw/StNHRNDHNrI/AAAAAAAAAeI/SF0fy53KIiM/s1600-h/Teacher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekJH2Gv_iVw/StNHRNDHNrI/AAAAAAAAAeI/SF0fy53KIiM/s320/Teacher.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391731539778680498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got this comic strip done. HAA!&lt;br /&gt;i just got nothing to do. and nothing much to update.&lt;br /&gt;so. yeah. haas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978969-7422542791412416224?l=ang3lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ang3lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/7422542791412416224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978969&amp;postID=7422542791412416224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978969/posts/default/7422542791412416224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978969/posts/default/7422542791412416224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ang3lynn.blogspot.com/2009/10/finally-i-exploded.html' title=''/><author><name>aNonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04322555048582014115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekJH2Gv_iVw/StNHRNDHNrI/AAAAAAAAAeI/SF0fy53KIiM/s72-c/Teacher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978969.post-6240750395612979730</id><published>2009-10-06T21:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T21:38:24.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had been stressed over students in the centre.&lt;br /&gt;super stressed. and everyone thought the work is easy.&lt;br /&gt;why is that so?&lt;br /&gt;duper unhappy now.&lt;br /&gt;i had low blood pressure. haa!&lt;br /&gt;keep getting giddy spells and headaches nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;plus no voice due to shouting. wish i would go mute. tada!~&lt;br /&gt;a teacher with no voice. great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to cut my fringe. people says it looks okay.&lt;br /&gt;i thought i looked toot for a moment. S=&lt;br /&gt;nevermind it.&lt;br /&gt;saw this clip. brings my hope back to what i am suppose to do.&lt;br /&gt;had to get up from where i fell down. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_jeOguqNIAo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_jeOguqNIAo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep it up, Angelynn!! ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978969-6240750395612979730?l=ang3lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ang3lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/6240750395612979730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978969&amp;postID=6240750395612979730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978969/posts/default/6240750395612979730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978969/posts/default/6240750395612979730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ang3lynn.blogspot.com/2009/10/had-been-stressed-over-students-in.html' title=''/><author><name>aNonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04322555048582014115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978969.post-1353279014245738130</id><published>2009-10-03T22:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T22:36:54.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>these few days i had been getting more and more depressed.&lt;br /&gt;all my energy are gone.&lt;br /&gt;everything clouds in my head.&lt;br /&gt;someone out there, cheer me up will you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im really exploding soon. ):&lt;br /&gt;i want to gaze at the stars. but its too hazy.&lt;br /&gt;i want to go to the beach. no 1 wants.&lt;br /&gt;god! should i do everything alone??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alone. this is a word that i dont like.&lt;br /&gt;get this word out of my life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978969-1353279014245738130?l=ang3lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ang3lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/1353279014245738130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978969&amp;postID=1353279014245738130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978969/posts/default/1353279014245738130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978969/posts/default/1353279014245738130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ang3lynn.blogspot.com/2009/10/these-few-days-i-had-been-getting-more.html' title=''/><author><name>aNonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04322555048582014115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978969.post-4962175214625712702</id><published>2009-09-30T22:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T23:33:57.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>' oh my darling, you were wonderful tonight. '&lt;br /&gt;addicted to 方大同 song.&lt;br /&gt;its so nice to just listen to his song, and relax.&lt;br /&gt;been difficult to sleep recently, or have good rest.&lt;br /&gt;keep having weird dreams then spasmicly woke up.&lt;br /&gt;and finally, tmr i will have a day off!! ((:&lt;br /&gt;happys! and i could rest till i shiok then go meet the rest at Vivo tmr.&lt;br /&gt;going to have a farewell party for Tim. (:&lt;br /&gt;and hope everything goes well for him. he should know what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;GOOD LUCK TIM!! and dont brood over it so much ya? hees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent over 60 bucks for presents for 17 students. )):&lt;br /&gt;broke right now. but the kids seems happy. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aihs. heard more and more stories.&lt;br /&gt;thought it would distract me more. but its like rubbing me off.&lt;br /&gt;making me depressed too. lols.&lt;br /&gt;but that wont do!!&lt;br /&gt;i must get over it! i can do it! hehe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978969-4962175214625712702?l=ang3lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ang3lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/4962175214625712702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978969&amp;postID=4962175214625712702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978969/posts/default/4962175214625712702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978969/posts/default/4962175214625712702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ang3lynn.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-my-darling-you-were-wonderful.html' title=''/><author><name>aNonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04322555048582014115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978969.post-8723069503168307422</id><published>2009-09-28T20:32:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T22:54:29.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>my decision has been made.&lt;br /&gt;decided to just let it go.&lt;br /&gt;i was lucky that i was not fallen that deep in that pit.&lt;br /&gt;was glad that i still could pull myself out before i get deeper.&lt;br /&gt;*breathes out*&lt;br /&gt;tells myself that i am going to make it.&lt;br /&gt;its going to be fine. i had been alone for years.&lt;br /&gt;and i am still alive and kicking. so be grateful that i am still alive. (:&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is, i am not going to have one-sided love anymore.&lt;br /&gt;sick of it. ):  and i am not going to be bother by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trying to find friends to worry about. haas.&lt;br /&gt;apparently there are quite a few.&lt;br /&gt;gotta pray for few of them.&lt;br /&gt;hope that the one in camp, could feel much better. dont brood over being outcast in there.&lt;br /&gt;haas. =P&lt;br /&gt;and the one having family matter, dont emo so much. alrights?&lt;br /&gt;last, the one having relationship prob, hope that she would reply u asap. ((:&lt;br /&gt;im here praying for u guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had been feeling weird.&lt;br /&gt;last talk to her. was like feeling shes fed up with something.&lt;br /&gt;but whatever it is. shes not going to talk, im not going to ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;memories filled. be it good or bad. they are still your precious memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978969-8723069503168307422?l=ang3lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ang3lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/8723069503168307422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978969&amp;postID=8723069503168307422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978969/posts/default/8723069503168307422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978969/posts/default/8723069503168307422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ang3lynn.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-decision-has-been-made.html' title=''/><author><name>aNonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04322555048582014115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978969.post-7356751230121438876</id><published>2009-09-26T22:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T23:03:14.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>finally back at home!&lt;br /&gt;was having a headache this morning when i woke up.&lt;br /&gt;maybe because i slept too late last night.&lt;br /&gt;reading twilight! (:&lt;br /&gt;i spent 2 or 3 days reading first book for twilight the second time!&lt;br /&gt;addicted to it. especially the first book!&lt;br /&gt;there are moments when i keep smiling/laughing on my own while reading it.&lt;br /&gt;hope people around me during that time wont think i am crazy.&lt;br /&gt;now i think i going to skip book 2. New Moon.&lt;br /&gt;cause its just about Jacob and Bella. ): dont like Jacob. =P&lt;br /&gt;Book 3. Eclipse. Edward and Bella getting engaged! woohs~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. back to main point.&lt;br /&gt;went down to sports complex to take my bow down to SCC.&lt;br /&gt;forgotten all about my phone. i left it outside on the floor outside the cage.&lt;br /&gt;luckily nic brought it back to me. thanks alot.&lt;br /&gt;i am already depressed losing things during Sep month.&lt;br /&gt;if i lost one more thing, i will go crazy. really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slowly spend my time doing up the nocking point.&lt;br /&gt;but in the end it was done by winnie. Thanks! (:&lt;br /&gt;letting my bow stretch. slowly.&lt;br /&gt;arrows cant make it. only 2 workable arrows left now.&lt;br /&gt;needa fletch back. otherwise i cant shoot. argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to shoot for awhile. nocking point came off.&lt;br /&gt;arrows went down to 3. then one more arrow nock came off.&lt;br /&gt;fed up. went back to the room to set down. and rest.&lt;br /&gt;each time the door opened, i will raise my head and look.&lt;br /&gt;no idea why. but i just had this reaction. i think i raised up 10 times?&lt;br /&gt;it was getting more tiring. and more people were getting back.&lt;br /&gt;i cant sleep at all. and my headache is killing me. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then went back to sch. to put down the bows.&lt;br /&gt;something disappoints. S=&lt;br /&gt;head back to meet my family at bedok south to eat for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;i took about 5 -10 mins to finish up my dinner.&lt;br /&gt;no idea if i was hungry or what. lols.&lt;br /&gt;then went to do grocery shopping with my mum.&lt;br /&gt;carried the basket. damn heavy.&lt;br /&gt;then went back home.&lt;br /&gt;finally could eat med for my headache.&lt;br /&gt;now i should go rest. (:&lt;br /&gt;byes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy 60 secs of happiness instead of spending 1 minute getting angry over things. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978969-7356751230121438876?l=ang3lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ang3lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/7356751230121438876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978969&amp;postID=7356751230121438876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978969/posts/default/7356751230121438876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978969/posts/default/7356751230121438876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ang3lynn.blogspot.com/2009/09/finally-back-at-home-was-having.html' title=''/><author><name>aNonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04322555048582014115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978969.post-3172365086755388310</id><published>2009-09-24T19:52:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T20:18:55.349+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>was back home quite late today.&lt;br /&gt;suppose to get off at 6. but in the end, i gotta go off at 6.45pm.&lt;br /&gt;tmr i am getting off early. i think around 5 plus.&lt;br /&gt;great!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no ones home today.&lt;br /&gt;family visiting my cousin in hospital after her operation.&lt;br /&gt;dint get a chance to visit her. ):&lt;br /&gt;get well soon, Nana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was quite depressed these few days.&lt;br /&gt;then went on to facebook. saw a few videos on Charmaine's FB&lt;br /&gt;saw a clip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/saokTRIg0qA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/saokTRIg0qA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cried so much. it is damn saddening to see that there is this kind of life.&lt;br /&gt;i know that there is. but i dint witness it or seen a video like that.&lt;br /&gt;found that i should really cherish what i had right now.&lt;br /&gt;not saying what i dont have. but instead say what i have right now.&lt;br /&gt;it would be much better. (:&lt;br /&gt;cherish life.&lt;br /&gt;alright. now should show something more happy. much more cute.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZLipxa_Y6sQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZLipxa_Y6sQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;It is impossible to love and be wise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978969-3172365086755388310?l=ang3lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ang3lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/3172365086755388310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978969&amp;postID=3172365086755388310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978969/posts/default/3172365086755388310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978969/posts/default/3172365086755388310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ang3lynn.blogspot.com/2009/09/was-back-home-quite-late-today.html' title=''/><author><name>aNonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04322555048582014115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978969.post-773347404207030436</id><published>2009-09-23T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T20:08:36.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UNLUCKY ME!</title><content type='html'>what should i say?&lt;br /&gt;i am losing my mind.&lt;br /&gt;first i lost my phone. next i lost my Ezlink card.&lt;br /&gt;which i just top up 20 bucks!&lt;br /&gt;and i think i am losing my mind next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling very absent minded these few days.&lt;br /&gt;or should i say worse than normal times.&lt;br /&gt;and i already felt frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;worse of all, my students just dont listen to me.&lt;br /&gt;i know what i will hear.&lt;br /&gt;"kids marh, take it easy"&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes its just not easy.&lt;br /&gt;they listen to other teacher but not me.&lt;br /&gt;cause they are not scared of me.&lt;br /&gt;what should i do??&lt;br /&gt;i was on the verge of tearing this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;but still, i see no point of tearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i am just feeling down.&lt;br /&gt;want to find someone to talk to.&lt;br /&gt;but i cant find anyone.&lt;br /&gt;god. whomever may it be.&lt;br /&gt;just keep me safe. dont make me lose my mind.&lt;br /&gt;thank you. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of people want to ride with you in the limo, but what you want is someone who will take the bus when the limo breaks down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.   i really wanna find that someone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978969-773347404207030436?l=ang3lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ang3lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/773347404207030436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978969&amp;postID=773347404207030436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978969/posts/default/773347404207030436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978969/posts/default/773347404207030436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ang3lynn.blogspot.com/2009/09/unlucky-me.html' title='UNLUCKY ME!'/><author><name>aNonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04322555048582014115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978969.post-8226386271646939821</id><published>2009-09-20T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T16:12:15.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>sunday.&lt;br /&gt;home alone.&lt;br /&gt;dint really wanna go out.&lt;br /&gt;jio-ed to dbl 0 tonight. but stomach not feeling well.&lt;br /&gt;so gotta skip this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres no work tmr. felt free.&lt;br /&gt;so feel like going out somewhere. maybe alone?&lt;br /&gt;BUT! its a public holiday. sure many people!&lt;br /&gt;so i guess forget it.&lt;br /&gt;im just plain lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again, i thought about my own life.&lt;br /&gt;always thinking and frustrating what i want to do in the future.&lt;br /&gt;although i am holding a job that last me until Dec.&lt;br /&gt;it is either i would extend my job contract with my boss or i find another job related to my dip. or i am going to study.&lt;br /&gt;but after the talk i had last night, really should put studies behind for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;need to plan what i want to study and save up the money for studies on my own.&lt;br /&gt;so i had 2 choices right now.&lt;br /&gt;continue my work as a student care teacher or find a logistics related job.&lt;br /&gt;which i think dont quite suit a slow person like me. ):&lt;br /&gt;now i find my dip is useless for me. cant stand my life.&lt;br /&gt;but life gotta move on. so when i study in 3 yrs time, i am gonna put my best effort in it.&lt;br /&gt;not going to regret it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i am quite contented with my life right now.&lt;br /&gt;people around me are happy. and they are healthy and fine!&lt;br /&gt;but i just quite empty.&lt;br /&gt;was told that someone is cycling slowly and swimming slowly towards me.&lt;br /&gt;lols! but i guess that person might die during those obstacles.&lt;br /&gt;forget this part of my life. dont want to care about it. &lt;br /&gt;just thinking wont help any of me. it would only depresses me.&lt;br /&gt;so LET GO, ANGELYNN!   ((:&lt;br /&gt;smile alrights? &lt;br /&gt;lets move on!! (:&lt;br /&gt;JIA YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;When one door of happiness closes, another opens, but often we took so long at the closed door that we do not see the one that has been opened up for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s.   i love that quote. ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978969-8226386271646939821?l=ang3lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ang3lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/8226386271646939821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978969&amp;postID=8226386271646939821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978969/posts/default/8226386271646939821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978969/posts/default/8226386271646939821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ang3lynn.blogspot.com/2009/09/sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>aNonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04322555048582014115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978969.post-7387632631503162870</id><published>2009-09-20T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T01:37:14.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a saturday, not training but i still went to SCC.&lt;br /&gt;was talking in the room the whole afternoon with winnie.&lt;br /&gt;today the coach stayed until quite late.&lt;br /&gt;then i went to eat a bun, but i vomited it out in the end.&lt;br /&gt;wasted 70cents! ):&lt;br /&gt;so it was quite late when we went back to the sch to put winnie's bow.&lt;br /&gt;Nic was with us too. lols&lt;br /&gt;boon and i were laughing all the way back to the sports complex.&lt;br /&gt;just got this laughing genes activated.&lt;br /&gt;and i think Nic got fed up with me and boon. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we walked to woodlands and i ate Botak Jones for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;Cajun Chicken. with spicy fries and potato salad.&lt;br /&gt;i got "chicken" effect. cant digest the food.&lt;br /&gt;while winnie and minnie had "cow" effect. lols.&lt;br /&gt;then we walked back to woodlands.&lt;br /&gt;also to digest the food we ate. it was quite fast.&lt;br /&gt;then we went around walk walk, then go civic centre the MAC there sit until 11.20pm&lt;br /&gt;chiong for the last bus. winnie chased it for me. LOL&lt;br /&gt;i cant run. =S&lt;br /&gt;its been long since i had took the last bus home. thought about alot of past.&lt;br /&gt;flashbacks. memories.  its just all in the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back at home right now. trying to wait my stomach to digest the food.&lt;br /&gt;then i could sleep well. (:  &lt;br /&gt;thats all for today. CIAOS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is Magic. Because it makes me love both your good and your bad. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978969-7387632631503162870?l=ang3lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ang3lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/7387632631503162870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978969&amp;postID=7387632631503162870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978969/posts/default/7387632631503162870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978969/posts/default/7387632631503162870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ang3lynn.blogspot.com/2009/09/saturday-not-training-but-i-still-went.html' title=''/><author><name>aNonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04322555048582014115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978969.post-8402817632040659919</id><published>2009-09-18T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T21:45:35.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i still wanna get drunk.</title><content type='html'>right now, i am at home. doing up a birthday card. (:&lt;br /&gt;haas! its a simple 1, cause i am lacking of time to do a pretty one. so sorry!! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had been spending my days with my sec gangs.&lt;br /&gt;out at St. James. its counted as my fav. spot right now.&lt;br /&gt;its not as bad as zouk. i dont like zouk.&lt;br /&gt;not the people, not the place. ):&lt;br /&gt;recently i just had the urge to drink.&lt;br /&gt;but twice i went to drink to make myself drunk. i dont get drunk. =S&lt;br /&gt;see when is the next time that i will go and get myself real drunk. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am BROKE! ):&lt;br /&gt;waiting for my pay to come when its only half way past Sep!&lt;br /&gt;i am also waiting for my boss to hire another person to help me out.&lt;br /&gt;i am already losing my voice due to shouting at them.&lt;br /&gt;im the only english and maths teacher when my boss is not around.&lt;br /&gt;so stress! ):&lt;br /&gt;cause they cant be bothered with me. SAD&lt;br /&gt;and they keep bullying me! grr!&lt;br /&gt;they gave me a new name. Teacher Bear Bear.&lt;br /&gt;should i be happy about it?  lol.&lt;br /&gt;but they are just cute. ((:&lt;br /&gt;treated them to ice pop today. they look so happy!!&lt;br /&gt;and we had a competition who eat the ice pop faster.&lt;br /&gt;sadly i am the 6th. lols!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, tmr going down to SCC, but not shooting.&lt;br /&gt;cause my stomach still doesnt feel that well. ):&lt;br /&gt;alright. ciaos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;When I see you smile and know that it is not for me, that is when I will miss you the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978969-8402817632040659919?l=ang3lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ang3lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/8402817632040659919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978969&amp;postID=8402817632040659919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978969/posts/default/8402817632040659919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978969/posts/default/8402817632040659919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ang3lynn.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-still-wanna-get-drunk.html' title='i still wanna get drunk.'/><author><name>aNonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04322555048582014115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978969.post-9025371521481500130</id><published>2009-09-05T22:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T22:37:14.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once again. Im dejected.</title><content type='html'>today is Saturday. a training day for the archers.&lt;br /&gt;well, for a leisure shooter like me went down to shoot as well.&lt;br /&gt;it seems that i am disturbing them training. haa&lt;br /&gt;couldn't laugh it out.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i could not help but to feel that i am the odd one out.&lt;br /&gt;despite some fights between me and some juniors.&lt;br /&gt;maybe, the gap would be there as i only spent half of Saturday with them.&lt;br /&gt;its natural to feel this way, i thought to myself.&lt;br /&gt;persuading that this is just temporary. and it might or might not continue to be.&lt;br /&gt;not wanting to think too much about it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;cause it will just demoralized me further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my shooting today was worse than the first time that I used Yi Jing 32 pound bow in indoors.&lt;br /&gt;i shoot terribly.&lt;br /&gt;First, i could not activate my back muscle to pull, which cause me to tire much sooner.&lt;br /&gt;Second, my right elbow dropped as soon as i released.&lt;br /&gt;Third, i cant seem to concentrate thus missing 1 arrows.&lt;br /&gt;it was back to the mood when i cant shoot well 2 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;terribly, i lost the confidence to continue, but i know i cant run away like i did before.&lt;br /&gt;i had to face it. i will bring back my confidence to shoot the next next Sat.&lt;br /&gt;had to celebrate Ji Yuan birthday next Sat. ((:&lt;br /&gt;something to look forward to. as he himself is so excited about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to attend a pri sch friend 21st birthday party. Yee Ling's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;many people. really. people who don't know me and i don't know them. haas.&lt;br /&gt;i was sooooo bored that i started to mass sms. but sadly, none of them were free to entertain me.&lt;br /&gt;then i tried to entertain myself, walking around the blocks, cause i can't stay under the block.&lt;br /&gt;it is a "sauna", I'm sweating, and my face is red. my friend said that i was drunk.&lt;br /&gt;thanks man!&lt;br /&gt;then people who attend the party, had this &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekJH2Gv_iVw/SqJ2OM35GCI/AAAAAAAAAeA/jEjYEqSfeog/s1600-h/DSC01309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekJH2Gv_iVw/SqJ2OM35GCI/AAAAAAAAAeA/jEjYEqSfeog/s320/DSC01309.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377990891379693602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am still wearing it. haas. ((:&lt;br /&gt;dad fetched me home, and here am i, blogging away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough of today matters.&lt;br /&gt;i needa stop thinking for all the things. clear my mind.&lt;br /&gt;think of nothing. otherwise, i would feel that my mind would explode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;To be your friend was all i wanted. To be your lover was all I ever dreamed. &lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978969-9025371521481500130?l=ang3lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ang3lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/9025371521481500130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978969&amp;postID=9025371521481500130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978969/posts/default/9025371521481500130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978969/posts/default/9025371521481500130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ang3lynn.blogspot.com/2009/09/once-again-im-dejected.html' title='Once again. Im dejected.'/><author><name>aNonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04322555048582014115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekJH2Gv_iVw/SqJ2OM35GCI/AAAAAAAAAeA/jEjYEqSfeog/s72-c/DSC01309.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978969.post-728919085400140959</id><published>2009-09-03T20:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T21:00:32.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sad News: Each Sat in Sep i got a friend who have their birthdays. &lt;br /&gt;and i lost my handphone. )):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good News: this week is coming to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had been trying myself to take it easy when i found out that my handphone is lost.&lt;br /&gt;since its lost, what can i do about it. shrug it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got the riser from Lirong. ((:&lt;br /&gt;real cool! and damn excited to shoot.&lt;br /&gt;tmr its friday! 2 more days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;felt so tired. had been going out these few days non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;only back at home for dinner tonight.&lt;br /&gt;tmr might be meeting friend for dinner before going to my bro house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Better to have loved and lost, than to have not loved at all&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978969-728919085400140959?l=ang3lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ang3lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/728919085400140959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978969&amp;postID=728919085400140959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978969/posts/default/728919085400140959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978969/posts/default/728919085400140959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ang3lynn.blogspot.com/2009/09/sad-news-each-sat-in-sep-i-got-friend.html' title=''/><author><name>aNonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04322555048582014115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978969.post-4734210750460127113</id><published>2009-09-01T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T10:55:52.187+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today, amazingly i woke up at 9 plus.&lt;br /&gt;couldn't sleep back but i am so tired.&lt;br /&gt;fine. so got up, went to surf net. and saw that Charps posted quite a few song videos.&lt;br /&gt;went to listen, and felt that it was quite nice. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall just put down the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;First is Colbie Caillat - Falling for You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't know but  I think I maybe Fallin' for you&lt;br /&gt;Dropping so quickly&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should Keep this to myself&lt;br /&gt;Waiting 'til I Know you better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying Not to tell you&lt;br /&gt;But I want to I'm scared of what you'll say&lt;br /&gt;So I'm hiding what I'm feeling&lt;br /&gt;But I'm tired of Holding this inside my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been spending all my time Just thinking about ya&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where to&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm fallin' for you&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting all my life&lt;br /&gt;And now I found ya I don't know where to&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm fallin' for you I'm fallin' for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I'm standing here And you hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;Pull me towards you And we start to dance&lt;br /&gt;All around us I see nobody&lt;br /&gt;Here in silence It's just you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying Not to tell you&lt;br /&gt;But I want to I'm scared of what you'll say&lt;br /&gt;So I'm hiding what I'm feeling&lt;br /&gt;But I'm tired of Holding this inside my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been spending all my time Just thinking about ya&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where to&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm fallin' for you I've been waiting all my life and now I found ya&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where to&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm fallin' for you I'm fallin' for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I just can't take it&lt;br /&gt;My heart is racing The emotions keep spinning out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been spending all my time Just thinking about ya&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where to&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm fallin' for you I've been waiting all my life and now I found ya&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where to&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm fallin' for you I'm fallin' for you&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm fallin' for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop thinking about it&lt;br /&gt;I want you all around me&lt;br /&gt;And now I just can't hide it&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm fallin' for you (x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fallin' for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooohhh&lt;br /&gt;Oh no no&lt;br /&gt;Oooooohhh&lt;br /&gt;Oh I'm fallin' for you  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second song is OwlCity-  Fireflies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Would Not Believe Your Eyes&lt;br /&gt;If Ten Million Fireflies&lt;br /&gt;Light Up The World As I Fell Asleep&lt;br /&gt;Cause They Fill The Open Air&lt;br /&gt;And Leave Teardrops Everywhere&lt;br /&gt;You'd Think me Rude&lt;br /&gt;But I Wouuld Just Stand And stare&lt;br /&gt;I'd Like To make Myself Believe That Planet earth Turns Slowly&lt;br /&gt;It's Hard To Say That I'd Rather Stay Awake When I'm Asleep&lt;br /&gt;Cause Everything Is Never As It Seems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'd Get A Thousand Hugs&lt;br /&gt;From Ten Thousand Lightning Bugs&lt;br /&gt;As They Tried To Teach Me How To Dance&lt;br /&gt;A Foxtrot Above My head&lt;br /&gt;A Sockhop Beneath My Bed&lt;br /&gt;A Disco Ball Is Just hanging By A thread&lt;br /&gt;I'd Like To make Myself Believe That Planet earth Turns Slowly&lt;br /&gt;It's Hard To Say That I'd Rather Stay Awake When I'm Asleep&lt;br /&gt;Cause Everything Is Never As It Seems&lt;br /&gt;When I Fall Asleep&lt;br /&gt;Leave My Door Open Just A crack&lt;br /&gt;Please Take Me Away From Here&lt;br /&gt;Cause I Feel Like Such An Insomniac&lt;br /&gt;Please Take Me Away From Here&lt;br /&gt;Why Do I Tire Of Counting Sheep&lt;br /&gt;Please Take Me Away From Here&lt;br /&gt;When I'm far Too Tired To Fall Asleep&lt;br /&gt;To Ten Million Fireflies&lt;br /&gt;I'm Weird Cause I Hate Goodbyes&lt;br /&gt;I Got Misty Eyes As They Said Farewell&lt;br /&gt;But I'll Know Where Several Are&lt;br /&gt;If My Dreams Get Real Bizzare&lt;br /&gt;Cause I Saved A Few And I Keep Them In A Jar&lt;br /&gt;I'd Like To make Myself Believe That Planet earth Turns Slowly&lt;br /&gt;It's Hard To Say That I'd Rather Stay Awake When I'm Asleep&lt;br /&gt;Cause Everything Is Never As It Seems&lt;br /&gt;When I Fall Asleep&lt;br /&gt;I'd Like To make Myself Believe That Planet earth Turns Slowly&lt;br /&gt;It's Hard To Say That I'd Rather Stay Awake When I'm Asleep&lt;br /&gt;Cause Everything Is Never As It Seems&lt;br /&gt;When I Fall Asleep&lt;br /&gt;I'd Like To make Myself Believe That Planet earth Turns Slowly&lt;br /&gt;It's Hard To Say I'd Rather Stay Awake When I'm Asleep&lt;br /&gt;Because My Dreams Are Bursting At The Seams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these songs are not bad.&lt;br /&gt;ahs. im bored.  bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;If I had a flower for everytime I thought of you, I could walk in my garden forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978969-4734210750460127113?l=ang3lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978969.post-9147249827353249606</id><published>2009-08-31T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T10:30:43.041+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas, please dont be late.</title><content type='html'>Christmas, don't be late. by Chipmunks.&lt;br /&gt;time for joy and time for tears. lalalala~&lt;br /&gt;heard this song when viewing the Archery blog.&lt;br /&gt;the blog wasnt updated. ):  but the song is nice.&lt;br /&gt;recently heard alot of songs that recalls memories.&lt;br /&gt;like Boston, Over you, Close to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets talk about Teacher's day.&lt;br /&gt;i got my first presents from my students.&lt;br /&gt;they are so cute. gave me pens, flowers with teddy and a not match me wallet.&lt;br /&gt;lols. but its the thought that counts. :D&lt;br /&gt;so i think when its Children day im DEAD. lols.&lt;br /&gt;then went down to shopping with Sarah and Candice.&lt;br /&gt;bought 2 tops and 1 bottom.  and we went to Ma Mason.&lt;br /&gt;got myself a water yoyo from the shop. (:&lt;br /&gt;and i think i spent over 2 hundreds in 2 days. ):&lt;br /&gt;im totally broke. and guess what!!&lt;br /&gt;Sarah is asking me to work part time for Kiehl.&lt;br /&gt;if i am working, then i will be working on weekends.&lt;br /&gt;or days i dont work at my current workplace.&lt;br /&gt;i'm still thinking, but Sarah already planning out for me le. =S&lt;br /&gt;shes always too fast in doing things.&lt;br /&gt;but i was thinking, i just got back to training. and wanted to continue.&lt;br /&gt;cause i already got that kind of feeling to continue.&lt;br /&gt;hais. this is me. indecisive me. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;There is no remedy for love but to love more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978969-9147249827353249606?l=ang3lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ang3lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/9147249827353249606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978969&amp;postID=9147249827353249606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978969/posts/default/9147249827353249606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978969/posts/default/9147249827353249606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ang3lynn.blogspot.com/2009/08/christmas-please-dont-be-late.html' title='Christmas, please dont be late.'/><author><name>aNonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04322555048582014115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978969.post-3658807667538084276</id><published>2009-08-30T16:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T16:43:19.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its coming to an End.</title><content type='html'>Soon, it is coming to an end of August.&lt;br /&gt;and September, here it comes.&lt;br /&gt;will be busy on the end of August and start of September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made myself walked back home from work. It was a 30 - 45 mins slow walk.&lt;br /&gt;It was a long road down, so endless thoughts came after me.&lt;br /&gt;I walked down the same path way in the past, when something was haunting me.&lt;br /&gt;But right now, i brought a new 心情 when i was walking back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekJH2Gv_iVw/Spo2zQc8qMI/AAAAAAAAAd4/HEw4vxhXMbQ/s1600-h/DSC00003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekJH2Gv_iVw/Spo2zQc8qMI/AAAAAAAAAd4/HEw4vxhXMbQ/s320/DSC00003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375669359437719746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekJH2Gv_iVw/Spo2ymOzvqI/AAAAAAAAAdw/2j23Zkb9M0Q/s1600-h/DSC00011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekJH2Gv_iVw/Spo2ymOzvqI/AAAAAAAAAdw/2j23Zkb9M0Q/s320/DSC00011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375669348104126114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekJH2Gv_iVw/Spo2ydABBxI/AAAAAAAAAdo/UjbUVK8tGG8/s1600-h/DSC00001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekJH2Gv_iVw/Spo2ydABBxI/AAAAAAAAAdo/UjbUVK8tGG8/s320/DSC00001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375669345626162962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, all my thoughts are positive. Maybe i just matured alittle after reaching 20.&lt;br /&gt;But, i wont say for sure that i will be always happy.&lt;br /&gt;There will be some time for me to be troubled over something.&lt;br /&gt;But i learn to keep it well. (: as not to worry others or trouble others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And below are some pictures of my other students. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekJH2Gv_iVw/Spo1ElGf-MI/AAAAAAAAAdY/vbg0fhymg-s/s1600-h/DSC00059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekJH2Gv_iVw/Spo1ElGf-MI/AAAAAAAAAdY/vbg0fhymg-s/s320/DSC00059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375667458015230146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This boy is called Rennie. Hes the one who always fight me. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekJH2Gv_iVw/Spo1FAEtMgI/AAAAAAAAAdg/PwTHZzGC1QM/s1600-h/DSC00058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekJH2Gv_iVw/Spo1FAEtMgI/AAAAAAAAAdg/PwTHZzGC1QM/s320/DSC00058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375667465255465474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this girl over here called Vangeline, doesn't talk much. after 2 months of working there, she only talked less then 10 sentences to to me. ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we had a gather for Screwloose family at Vivo. 9 of us gathered. David was missing.&lt;br /&gt;And it was quite fun. i would say.&lt;br /&gt;not forgetting to take pictures too!&lt;br /&gt;we had movie. watched Final Destination 4. not 3D though. ):&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to watch a 3D movie!! preetty pluease~&lt;br /&gt;then we went to Earl Swenson which some of us worked for in the past.&lt;br /&gt;seen some of our ex-colleagues rose up to supervisor. ((:  happy for them.&lt;br /&gt;then after dinner, nad yahui and max went off.&lt;br /&gt;the rest of us took bus to Villa Bali for a drink.&lt;br /&gt;i think i too long never drink le. i drank quite fast.&lt;br /&gt;they drank 2 cups, i doubled them. i drank 4. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;tried the sour apple de. nice. 15% only but plus the cranberry juice, its totally juice.&lt;br /&gt;just so sweet. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;we had chats, jumped of topics, playing of ABCD when we were alil blur.&lt;br /&gt;it was soon 2. BILL TIME. and great to hear that they don't accept nets! =S&lt;br /&gt;it was lucky that Junior had cash at that time. phew~&lt;br /&gt;then we all paid Junior. i still haven transfer the money to him yet.&lt;br /&gt;After that we went off, walking to Habourfront like always, while some left.&lt;br /&gt;we went to Macs to slack. had quite interesting talks till the morning.&lt;br /&gt;from sleepy till im totally awake. though my stomach is quite a bit upset.&lt;br /&gt;felt real good after the talk. LOL. laughed straight out.&lt;br /&gt;then all of us took cab, JR dropped minnie at her house while me and jeremy took to Tampanies with him. then me and jeremy took different bus back home from Tamp.&lt;br /&gt;reached home, bathed, and BED!&lt;br /&gt;slept till 11 and i woked up. can't get back to sleep and yet im deprived of sleep still.&lt;br /&gt;watched TV, then surf net. and later on, meeting friends at 6pm for dinner. ((:&lt;br /&gt;JY was sooooo looking forward to it. i bet hes looking more forward to 12 Sep.&lt;br /&gt;had to buy things for the "....." i cant say it out. scare that JY will come see. =P&lt;br /&gt;Sec sch gathering, wondering who will go. haas.&lt;br /&gt;alright, this time is such a long-winded post. so shant post for quite a while bahs.&lt;br /&gt;BYES!!!! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Love is the irresistible desire to be irresistible desired. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978969-3658807667538084276?l=ang3lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ang3lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/3658807667538084276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978969&amp;postID=3658807667538084276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978969/posts/default/3658807667538084276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978969/posts/default/3658807667538084276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ang3lynn.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-coming-to-end_30.html' title='Its coming to an End.'/><author><name>aNonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04322555048582014115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekJH2Gv_iVw/Spo2zQc8qMI/AAAAAAAAAd4/HEw4vxhXMbQ/s72-c/DSC00003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978969.post-6687964425973137953</id><published>2009-08-22T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T23:08:08.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GOLD for THEM!   ((:</title><content type='html'>WOAHS!! today i went down for training. people who saw me was like commenting on my specs. they will say " hey what happen to u? *meaning the specs" its like it does not look nice on me.&lt;br /&gt;but its so convenient. the lenses are big and CUTE. lols. i shant use that to describe my specs. =S&lt;br /&gt;anyways. winnie dint give me the sweets she promised!!   )):  SADS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i think the sky is damn scorching that my arm is peeling already. MYGOD! and my arms are so red! my mum says people might think that i was being tortured. LOL. then i would say i was being tortured by my evil mum. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! and on 29 aug, i dint know that we were tonning outside. so i just told my mum that we were going drinking. luckily my dad dint say anything, was so afraid that he would say that its the 7th month so i cant go. Phew~  thanks Daddie. ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i got back home, i heard alot of voices. its the Ge Tai over at Safra which is just a piece of land across my house. i could hear the songs so clearly that i could sing along with them. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;and im home alone tmr. parents are leaving me alone at home to watch movies on their own. )):&lt;br /&gt;im such a poor kid. somemore no 1 to accompany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heard alot of stories about the club during dinner time, woahs. just hope that the club stays fine.&lt;br /&gt;and all of them try to get GOLD okay?? hees! GOLD for THEM!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Absence sharpens LOVE, presence strengthens It. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978969-6687964425973137953?l=ang3lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ang3lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/6687964425973137953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978969&amp;postID=6687964425973137953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978969/posts/default/6687964425973137953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978969/posts/default/6687964425973137953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ang3lynn.blogspot.com/2009/08/gold-for-them.html' title='GOLD for THEM!   ((:'/><author><name>aNonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04322555048582014115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978969.post-6356556391062517709</id><published>2009-08-16T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T02:13:09.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to training</title><content type='html'>lets talk about work.&lt;br /&gt;i can make a conclusion saying that kids are&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; DEMONS&lt;/span&gt;. haas.&lt;br /&gt;but they are cute at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ekJH2Gv_iVw/SobzpPwPzvI/AAAAAAAAAdA/ag050RRrXYY/s1600-h/Photo0490.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ekJH2Gv_iVw/SobzpPwPzvI/AAAAAAAAAdA/ag050RRrXYY/s320/Photo0490.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370247495614975730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekJH2Gv_iVw/SobzomgjtsI/AAAAAAAAAc4/Jf4bzrLjC2Y/s1600-h/Photo0491.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekJH2Gv_iVw/SobzomgjtsI/AAAAAAAAAc4/Jf4bzrLjC2Y/s320/Photo0491.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370247484543317698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE! they are cute when they are playing.&lt;br /&gt;BUT!! they are demons when you asked them to do assessment work. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekJH2Gv_iVw/Sobzpl-2CBI/AAAAAAAAAdI/Erf2VThzXUE/s1600-h/Photo0489.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekJH2Gv_iVw/Sobzpl-2CBI/AAAAAAAAAdI/Erf2VThzXUE/s320/Photo0489.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370247501581781010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekJH2Gv_iVw/SobzqP422zI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/t2ktjnYq9uo/s1600-h/Photo0488.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ekJH2Gv_iVw/SobzqP422zI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/t2ktjnYq9uo/s320/Photo0488.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370247512830958386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these pics were taken when the time is ticking so slowly that both of them wants to play Jigsaw puzzle. but there is a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MISSING PIECE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then lets talk about me going back to Archery!! : ))&lt;br /&gt;this is the second week that i went back to training at Sembawang CC.&lt;br /&gt;and i jumped from 26 pound wooden bow to 32 pound metal bow.&lt;br /&gt;trying to commit suicide over here. =))&lt;br /&gt;pulled my back muscle. ached. =S put SalonPas.&lt;br /&gt;SHIOK arh!&lt;br /&gt;feels quite good to go back to archery.&lt;br /&gt;but there are still some lazy bugs in me. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah!!! now is like alittle too late to congrats my sista.&lt;br /&gt;she found her one already. CONGRATS!! =)))&lt;br /&gt;happy for you, okays?&lt;br /&gt;anything can talk to me or Chu de. hees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright. now my best friends are almost all attached.&lt;br /&gt;just makes me feel the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ODD&lt;/span&gt; one out.&lt;br /&gt;weird. makes me wants 1 too.&lt;br /&gt;but this kind of thing, cant be predicted.&lt;br /&gt;just have to persuade myself that it will come at the right time. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;For every beauty, there is an eye somewhere to see it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;For every truth, there is an ear somewhere to hear it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;For every love, there is a heart somewhere to receive it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978969-6356556391062517709?l=ang3lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ang3lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/6356556391062517709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978969&amp;postID=6356556391062517709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978969/posts/default/6356556391062517709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978969/posts/default/6356556391062517709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ang3lynn.blogspot.com/2009/08/back-to-training.html' title='Back to training'/><author><name>aNonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04322555048582014115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ekJH2Gv_iVw/SobzpPwPzvI/AAAAAAAAAdA/ag050RRrXYY/s72-c/Photo0490.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978969.post-3813328483293805270</id><published>2009-07-26T00:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T00:28:36.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Student's true face</title><content type='html'>They are brats! They are demons! They lie in order to play. And we get complains from parents saying we only let them play which is so not true. What can we do if the students lied about finishing their&lt;br /&gt; homework or they don't have homework on that day? Any suggestions other than checking their bags? And there is one bloody guy who always teach the kids the wrong thing!! Damn him! It's always the cause of the noise pollution. The day got worse when there is only 2 teachers in the centre. Cause all the students for maths science and English come for me. I can swear that it's the worst day for me. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978969-3813328483293805270?l=ang3lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ang3lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/3813328483293805270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978969&amp;postID=3813328483293805270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978969/posts/default/3813328483293805270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978969/posts/default/3813328483293805270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ang3lynn.blogspot.com/2009/07/student-true-face.html' title='Student&amp;#39;s true face'/><author><name>aNonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04322555048582014115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978969.post-2560649922119562066</id><published>2009-07-13T22:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T22:39:41.829+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new job! I'm a teacher!!!</title><content type='html'>I got a job at this educate centre. It's just 5 stops away from my home. The kids are quite alright except for the fact that they don't listen to you when you tell them to do work. And especially do English. They hate it!! They rather choose maths. And they are all bullies. LOL.  but overall it was alright.. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978969-2560649922119562066?l=ang3lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ang3lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/2560649922119562066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978969&amp;postID=2560649922119562066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978969/posts/default/2560649922119562066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978969/posts/default/2560649922119562066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ang3lynn.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-job-i-teacher.html' title='A new job! I&amp;#39;m a teacher!!!'/><author><name>aNonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04322555048582014115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978969.post-1366577139700888711</id><published>2009-05-22T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T15:33:58.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yo~ho~&lt;br /&gt;my blog is a little dead. &lt;br /&gt;this entry is to make a reminder to myself.&lt;br /&gt;first in the morning, dont eat spicy food with an empty stomach.&lt;br /&gt;second, dont go for a run after eating spicy food with a stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i feel so giddy and sick. =0&lt;br /&gt;vomits*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got a day off and this is how i spent my day off getting sick.&lt;br /&gt;haas. i am so smart!! =))))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978969-1366577139700888711?l=ang3lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ang3lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/1366577139700888711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978969&amp;postID=1366577139700888711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978969/posts/default/1366577139700888711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978969/posts/default/1366577139700888711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ang3lynn.blogspot.com/2009/05/yoho-my-blog-is-little-dead.html' title=''/><author><name>aNonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04322555048582014115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978969.post-699053040482145444</id><published>2009-04-11T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T01:30:00.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im back!</title><content type='html'>its been ages since i had been to this page.&lt;br /&gt;need updates. haas.&lt;br /&gt;first of all, i am formally GRADUATED from RP!&lt;br /&gt;so happy! =))&lt;br /&gt;and during those days after not having to go to school.&lt;br /&gt;i slacked, rot at home. send a few resumes, went to a few interviews.&lt;br /&gt;but just not so enthu in finding a job.&lt;br /&gt;and each time my bro sees me, first thing is " have u sent ur resume? how many have u sent?"&lt;br /&gt;tata! thats his way of concerning. =S&lt;br /&gt;but just wait and see!&lt;br /&gt;i will get a job!! and let u see!!!!!!! HMPH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i had alot of things to write.&lt;br /&gt;but each time i enter to this page, my head is a blank page.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder why right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friend says to remain where we are.&lt;br /&gt;hoping for the best.&lt;br /&gt;maybe it would not be the way it is now in the future.&lt;br /&gt;maybe. all i could do is guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think i had grow old. =((&lt;br /&gt;getting senile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978969-699053040482145444?l=ang3lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ang3lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/699053040482145444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978969&amp;postID=699053040482145444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978969/posts/default/699053040482145444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978969/posts/default/699053040482145444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ang3lynn.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-back.html' title='im back!'/><author><name>aNonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04322555048582014115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978969.post-7156157070384865981</id><published>2009-01-31T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T14:22:45.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss you guys!</title><content type='html'>OMG!&lt;br /&gt;new year is here!!&lt;br /&gt;and soon it is going to be over soon!!&lt;br /&gt;all ang baos are collected!!&lt;br /&gt;now at my aunt house before i go off for chainee's 21st birthday BBQ!&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;no idea who will be going down.&lt;br /&gt;hope to see alot of familiar faces.&lt;br /&gt;cause i miss them. hees.&lt;br /&gt;i only went out with yl the day before.&lt;br /&gt;for a movie and then walk around.&lt;br /&gt;i still haven pass her the photos.&lt;br /&gt;she is so killing me. cause i always not at home these few days.&lt;br /&gt;not exactly not at home. but is always going here and there.&lt;br /&gt;not much time to sit down. on my laptop and transfer the photo.&lt;br /&gt;=((    i think yl is pissed! boohoo!! T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anways. i want to have OUTING!&lt;br /&gt;i still have the craving for a drink.&lt;br /&gt;so date me out!! =)) pretty pleaseeeeee~&lt;br /&gt;my few darlings out there! ask me out when im absolutely free. wahaha&lt;br /&gt;CHARMAINE! when u free!!!! we go photo taking around singapore!!!&lt;br /&gt;i go borrow my bro camera!! wahahaha!!! =))))&lt;br /&gt;CHU and YL! ask me out!!!! i want to seee YOUR FACES!&lt;br /&gt;yl. dont praise ur face secretly arh.(=P) lols!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i needa work and fill in that damn resume form!! =S&lt;br /&gt;someone who is really nice!!! please help me with my resume!!!&lt;br /&gt;hees!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realise something. i had been making my family laugh for these few days.&lt;br /&gt;with my stupid actions when i played mahjong!&lt;br /&gt;hm. is that so funny? weeeee! whatever.&lt;br /&gt;im changing for the better!!!!!!!!!! =)))))))))))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978969-7156157070384865981?l=ang3lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ang3lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/7156157070384865981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978969&amp;postID=7156157070384865981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978969/posts/default/7156157070384865981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978969/posts/default/7156157070384865981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ang3lynn.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-miss-you-guys.html' title='i miss you guys!'/><author><name>aNonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04322555048582014115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978969.post-5250298620152988981</id><published>2009-01-23T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T23:51:49.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day of school in RP</title><content type='html'>Finally, we are graduating in April!&lt;br /&gt;and we do not have to go to school anymore.&lt;br /&gt;but i just dont have the VERY happy feeling about it.&lt;br /&gt;just its a kind of separation that everyone will go through.&lt;br /&gt;right now, missing that kind of feeling is so strong within me now.&lt;br /&gt;dont want to be away from anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="love"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cancer Love Horoscope&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it feels right then go ahead and take the risk and ask that special someone whatever it is you've been holding back! This is a time when inspiration and opportunity both are in the air, so be ready to take a risk and make your move. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="love"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is my horoscope for today. =)&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt feels right. AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is no inspiration nor there is any opportunity!&lt;br /&gt;doesnt matter. what i feel is emptiness.&lt;br /&gt;other things are the things that matters more. =))&lt;br /&gt;although, there is some part of me unwilling to think the correct way. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angelynn, says bye to her life in RP! =)&lt;br /&gt;although, there are sad parts in there but i will try to fill them with the happy times that i had spent there. =))&lt;br /&gt;i would want to say something to my friends in RP.&lt;br /&gt;Especially some.&lt;br /&gt;let me name them. (im not sure if they know that i wrote this)&lt;br /&gt;Winnie Khoo. thanks for being my friend through all those bad times. we did have happy times though. u may think that i might have given up the chance to be friends together with u, im sorry. i dont mean it that way. and to answer something back to ur question which is long ago, is that i look ur blog every now and then. especially when it comes to the ending of the sch. hope it doesnt hesitate what u write in ur blog still after u know that i read it every now and then. =)&lt;br /&gt;and try to be happy. =) and jia you for ur police force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuyun. the next close friend that i gotta be with. we have similar taste for certain things. it becomes so sudden when we 2 gotta know each other then we saw that we are quite similar. haas. weird. it was amazing that we knew it by then. thanks for listening to my old book story when the time comes. it was really nice to have u by my side. u are sensitive to my needs, like not leaving me alone or something like that. i really appreciate that alot! seriously, especially when u ask me to join the gang of ur other friends. =) they are fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yenleng. dont say i never include u. =) we knew each other for quite long time. it was recently when we started to get real close. im sorry if i have scare u and chu when i am having my "aura" state when i am moody or whatever it is. but it was just me trying to get both of ur attention i guess. wanting u 2 to take the initiative. it might be a little absurd, but really thanks for tolerating all these while. =))  it was fun when u tried to cheer me up when it sort of a way for me to suan u. keke! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest, i shall just keep to myself. cause it would be way to long for me to thanks all the friends that gave me the support when i needed them. thanks!!!!!!! alot friends.&lt;br /&gt;maybe sometimes we have disputes, but we really do share happy times too right?&lt;br /&gt;so please please stay in contact alright? since we are all leaving RP le. =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aww. feel like crying. =S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978969-5250298620152988981?l=ang3lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ang3lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/5250298620152988981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978969&amp;postID=5250298620152988981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978969/posts/default/5250298620152988981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978969/posts/default/5250298620152988981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ang3lynn.blogspot.com/2009/01/last-day-of-school-in-rp.html' title='Last day of school in RP'/><author><name>aNonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04322555048582014115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978969.post-8057451397776385039</id><published>2009-01-21T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T23:56:46.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>heys!&lt;br /&gt;im fine back here!!&lt;br /&gt;i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;i went through free of charge therapy.&lt;br /&gt;things are still bugging around though.&lt;br /&gt;but tried my best not to be entertained by them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i done it!&lt;br /&gt;my stupidity just level up.&lt;br /&gt;i could actually forgot to bring my phone out twice in this week.&lt;br /&gt;gosh. i think something is stuck on my nerves to the brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met up with ed.&lt;br /&gt;show him the shoes i bought. it was heels in fact.&lt;br /&gt;i wore them but still. not as tall as him. damn it!!&lt;br /&gt;i curse him! whack him for the whole night. miss whacking him.&lt;br /&gt;his mum. as usual, cook nice stuffs. and stuff me with those.&lt;br /&gt;i am so full till i wanna puke.&lt;br /&gt;when i cleared my plate, i just escape to the room to use the com.&lt;br /&gt;BUT!!! ed appear with bananas in his hands.&lt;br /&gt;not fun. AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;torture in fact. haha!&lt;br /&gt;his mum is soooo adorable even though she is fierce when i ate so little. =S&lt;br /&gt;she is so happy today. keep smiling and tell me what kind of stupid things ed did when im not around.&lt;br /&gt;she was laughing off. and his dad is just happily watching his tv.&lt;br /&gt;and he, was all the way trying to shut his mum up.&lt;br /&gt;which is more hilarious than the part when his mum is telling me all the stunts.&lt;br /&gt;enjoyable night.&lt;br /&gt;and home sweet home.&lt;br /&gt;so tired. and knew that shimin PS me tmr!!!&lt;br /&gt;=((( and tmr so few people going class!&lt;br /&gt;i am so going to stone in tmr's lesson! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978969-8057451397776385039?l=ang3lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ang3lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/8057451397776385039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978969&amp;postID=8057451397776385039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978969/posts/default/8057451397776385039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978969/posts/default/8057451397776385039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ang3lynn.blogspot.com/2009/01/heys-im-fine-back-here-i-suppose.html' title=''/><author><name>aNonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04322555048582014115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978969.post-655513276326820020</id><published>2009-01-19T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T13:14:57.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what to say?</title><content type='html'>i am so not feeling well. i puked. vomited.&lt;br /&gt;argh. stomach is upset. =(  so am i. =(&lt;br /&gt;i bet im being irritating to someone. =S&lt;br /&gt;i guess. it takes time? or not.&lt;br /&gt;feel so much like the past. so emo.&lt;br /&gt;shrugs.&lt;br /&gt;hate that feeling. not wanting to be emo.&lt;br /&gt;it happens when everything this happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fell in love with the song Boston once more.&lt;br /&gt;it brings back memories. and felt so familiar.&lt;br /&gt;start over again. where no one knows my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;white horse. I'm not a princess, this ain't a fairy tale&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the one you'll sweep off  her feet,&lt;br /&gt;Lead her up the stairwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting off.&lt;br /&gt;today last UT we gonna have.&lt;br /&gt;jia yous! =))))))))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978969-655513276326820020?l=ang3lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ang3lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/655513276326820020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978969&amp;postID=655513276326820020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978969/posts/default/655513276326820020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978969/posts/default/655513276326820020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ang3lynn.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-to-say.html' title='what to say?'/><author><name>aNonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04322555048582014115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978969.post-695231184206669184</id><published>2009-01-15T13:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T14:11:23.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My days are over soon.</title><content type='html'>finally, i could really get FYP over with. it was total over yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;14 Jan. it was actually photo taking day for us.&lt;br /&gt;practically, all of us wearing so nice, so formal (well, not for me) were taking loads of pictures.&lt;br /&gt;mostly the girls are grumbling over the heels, how they hurt their feet.&lt;br /&gt;terrible. i was so glad that i wasnt one of them.&lt;br /&gt;i think i would be more grumpy than them if i were to wear one. =)&lt;br /&gt;but it was fun and tiring overall.&lt;br /&gt;relieving all those stress that were put on us for a year.&lt;br /&gt;it was all gone. and feels very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, all to left is the job seeking and the week in school.&lt;br /&gt;i signed up quite a few. but i have the tempt to join the adventure. =)&lt;br /&gt;the ones that would have fun while working.  while another one is travel while working.&lt;br /&gt;to new zealand. i wonder what will we need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways. i am so tired today. and i am going to present soon.&lt;br /&gt;ciaos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978969-695231184206669184?l=ang3lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ang3lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/695231184206669184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978969&amp;postID=695231184206669184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978969/posts/default/695231184206669184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978969/posts/default/695231184206669184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ang3lynn.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-days-are-over-soon.html' title='My days are over soon.'/><author><name>aNonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04322555048582014115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978969.post-2944252912428575528</id><published>2009-01-05T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T13:43:14.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brand New Year!!!</title><content type='html'>its been long that i had last update.&lt;br /&gt;arhs. 2009 le!!!&lt;br /&gt;so fast!!! i am going to graduate soon!&lt;br /&gt;OMG! what am i going to after i graduate?!?!?!!??!&lt;br /&gt;lols. lets just concentrate on doing our FYP stuff bahs.&lt;br /&gt;just been noticed that we will be having our FYP assessed on 14 Jan. T_T&lt;br /&gt;so fast!! which is next week and 2 more weeks we will be ending our semester!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone is still in the mood of holidays. lols!&lt;br /&gt;no 1 is really doing work.&lt;br /&gt;playing games, pet society and everything else but work.&lt;br /&gt;keke! i want to take the crack version 3!!&lt;br /&gt;but!! my anti-virus prevent me from getting it. so sad!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright thats all for now bahs. =))))&lt;br /&gt;everyone out there!!! HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!&lt;br /&gt;have a great ox year ahead!!!! =0))))))))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978969-2944252912428575528?l=ang3lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ang3lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/2944252912428575528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978969&amp;postID=2944252912428575528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978969/posts/default/2944252912428575528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978969/posts/default/2944252912428575528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ang3lynn.blogspot.com/2009/01/brand-new-year.html' title='Brand New Year!!!'/><author><name>aNonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04322555048582014115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978969.post-2092415350249803364</id><published>2008-11-27T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T23:34:32.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>im feeling a little empty right now.&lt;br /&gt;just like i finished a page, and starting off with a new piece of paper.&lt;br /&gt;and a new month is coming.&lt;br /&gt;a little of the few updates.&lt;br /&gt;we celebrated chu birthday at Mirama Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;in a  super-like jap restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;atmosphere is nice, just that there is another group over there.&lt;br /&gt;spoil our fun. =X&lt;br /&gt;and i could say i overspent this month.&lt;br /&gt;super overspent. =(&lt;br /&gt;wanted to save $50 this month. but ended up spending it.&lt;br /&gt;i bought a bag. nice bag that i wished for. =))&lt;br /&gt;and.........i was alone for 4 days.&lt;br /&gt;home alone.&lt;br /&gt;not as scary as i thought. it just like making me getting used to being alone.&lt;br /&gt;now that i dont like speaking anymore. unless people speak to me.&lt;br /&gt;and i dont like that. cause it doesnt feel like its me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i should speak up. =O&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh............&lt;br /&gt;=X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having some attitude problems these few days.&lt;br /&gt;due to unknown reasons.&lt;br /&gt;beware! said angelynn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978969-2092415350249803364?l=ang3lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ang3lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/2092415350249803364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978969&amp;postID=2092415350249803364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978969/posts/default/2092415350249803364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978969/posts/default/2092415350249803364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ang3lynn.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-feeling-little-empty-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>aNonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04322555048582014115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978969.post-1211695414141898954</id><published>2008-11-20T15:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T15:46:38.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nice day to post an entry.&lt;br /&gt;shall keep it short.&lt;br /&gt;dont want to see a long entry. =S&lt;br /&gt;class atmosphere tense after debating. (sort of)&lt;br /&gt;tired. and sleepy too.&lt;br /&gt;life aint easy.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i when i go into deep thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;i never thought that i am actually growing.&lt;br /&gt;days passed and im getting older.&lt;br /&gt;and then i think, what happens when i die?&lt;br /&gt;float? go to hell?&lt;br /&gt;but im sure of one thing. i wont be going to heaven if there is one.&lt;br /&gt;i did too much wrong thing. in my perspective. in my life.&lt;br /&gt;i wronged people. i shove people away from me.&lt;br /&gt;i dont understand them. or rather i dont let them understand.&lt;br /&gt;keeping myself in a cupboard. locked up. threw the key away.&lt;br /&gt;just like what my friend said.&lt;br /&gt;just keep it that way. angelynn said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978969-1211695414141898954?l=ang3lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ang3lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/1211695414141898954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978969&amp;postID=1211695414141898954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978969/posts/default/1211695414141898954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978969/posts/default/1211695414141898954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ang3lynn.blogspot.com/2008/11/nice-day-to-post-entry.html' title=''/><author><name>aNonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04322555048582014115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978969.post-8659920661902390664</id><published>2008-11-03T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T01:38:16.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>its getting late at night.&lt;br /&gt;not asleep yet. at my house right now.&lt;br /&gt;making a step back for my bro.&lt;br /&gt;cause his wife sis is staying with them for the night.&lt;br /&gt;so i sacrifice my bed lor. plus my 1 hour more of rest.&lt;br /&gt;but i guess one day only. wont matter much.&lt;br /&gt;i guess i just scared my presence will cause inconvenience.&lt;br /&gt;why? cause i heard his wife quarrel with him over something.&lt;br /&gt;=(( so sad. i cried whole night. unable to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 6 and left the house to go back to bedok.&lt;br /&gt;msged brother and asked what happened.&lt;br /&gt;but found out, it could be a misunderstanding.&lt;br /&gt;so, im alright!! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still feel a bit awkward.&lt;br /&gt;but still family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing much to say wors recently.&lt;br /&gt;just slack, and frustrating about my report.&lt;br /&gt;dont know what to include in it.&lt;br /&gt;the gary like not applying the plans to his shop.&lt;br /&gt;and make us unable to carry on.&lt;br /&gt;if this goes on, our final presentation gone case lerh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978969-8659920661902390664?l=ang3lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ang3lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/8659920661902390664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978969&amp;postID=8659920661902390664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978969/posts/default/8659920661902390664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978969/posts/default/8659920661902390664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ang3lynn.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-getting-late-at-night.html' title=''/><author><name>aNonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04322555048582014115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978969.post-8167738584981246839</id><published>2008-10-24T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T20:13:45.161+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tell me that i am wrong.&lt;br /&gt;i am bitching around again.&lt;br /&gt;tell me that i am not jealous.&lt;br /&gt;that i am not envious.&lt;br /&gt;that i am not insecure once more.&lt;br /&gt;sounds stupid but in fact it isn't to me.&lt;br /&gt;telling the truth,&lt;br /&gt;i am jealous then.&lt;br /&gt;everyone just crowds around you.&lt;br /&gt;i mean everyone that i knows does that.&lt;br /&gt;you are just so popular, u dint realize that though.&lt;br /&gt;forget it.&lt;br /&gt;keep it to myself then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as a matter of fact, i dont know what i am doing now.&lt;br /&gt;feeling upset, angry or what so ever.&lt;br /&gt;anyone would want someone to pay attention to him/her.&lt;br /&gt;at least one. not being a greedy person that is.&lt;br /&gt;who would be that one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these just hits me back to the place that i was once in.&lt;br /&gt;tell me friends are trustworthy.&lt;br /&gt;and they are not those people who just did hypocrite stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was left with scars.&lt;br /&gt;nobody wanted that to happen again.&lt;br /&gt;neither the person who hurt me. thats what i believe.&lt;br /&gt;thats just the world.&lt;br /&gt;i was slapped in the face today. (analogy)&lt;br /&gt;when i suddenly got pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;no reason for it i guess.&lt;br /&gt;just being stupid for a moment i think that is.&lt;br /&gt;sorry for what i had done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things i thought that would be a big matter is actually a small matter to other people.&lt;br /&gt;so this is what i had learnt.&lt;br /&gt;NEVER ever put myself into their shoes.&lt;br /&gt;and think for them.&lt;br /&gt;cause it would never turn out the same as what i had thought.&lt;br /&gt;this is one way that i could prevent myself from doing the stupid thing again.&lt;br /&gt;and getting pissed with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everythings over. end of story. the END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;having friends hurt, having no friends hurt too.&lt;br /&gt;what should i do? i am lost again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978969-8167738584981246839?l=ang3lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ang3lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/8167738584981246839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978969&amp;postID=8167738584981246839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978969/posts/default/8167738584981246839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978969/posts/default/8167738584981246839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ang3lynn.blogspot.com/2008/10/tell-me-that-i-am-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>aNonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04322555048582014115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978969.post-3249507693925539904</id><published>2008-10-14T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T23:09:54.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;these few days i had been troubling myself with weird questions.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps i am a weird person myself.&lt;br /&gt;always find myself trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fyp. its something everyone that will go through in tertiary school.&lt;br /&gt;just have to bear everything and enjoy the outcome.&lt;br /&gt;no matter if its good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;at least we tried our best.&lt;br /&gt;this is what i always say.&lt;br /&gt;"at least we tried our best"&lt;br /&gt;sounds stupid or dumb. but i think its true.&lt;br /&gt;what else can i say to comfort myself?&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should look at another view.&lt;br /&gt;just work hard for now, so that i would not to comforting myself and yet congratulating myself!!&lt;br /&gt;yes! i should think that way!! no regrets would be made then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is just a headache.&lt;br /&gt;went to DHL early in the morning. sun is scorching.&lt;br /&gt;and i am damn tired! rest my eyes on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;explored the places. it was blasting cold!&lt;br /&gt;then went back to school to do the ppt.&lt;br /&gt;edmund chan PMS! god! mood swings!&lt;br /&gt;long 3rd meeting. =((&lt;br /&gt;just to earn that damn grade.&lt;br /&gt;and surprisely my team got 2nd for the vote thingy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people changed.&lt;br /&gt;changed from ever best friends to just a hi-bye friend.&lt;br /&gt;isnt it just pathetic?&lt;br /&gt;and worst of all, i am the one who caused this result.&lt;br /&gt;regrets?&lt;br /&gt;frankly, yes.&lt;br /&gt;was not in the right mind to think then. but whatever it is.&lt;br /&gt;result had been made. nothing could be done.&lt;br /&gt;i actually had plans to go back to Archery.&lt;br /&gt;but things had been stopping me.&lt;br /&gt;maybe the once familiar scenes or faces or things are now the most unfamiliar things to me now.&lt;br /&gt;lack of courage. no face to see.&lt;br /&gt;haas. dint imagine that i would be in such situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will be moving house, friends!!&lt;br /&gt;i will not be late!!! anymore!!&lt;br /&gt;but cant go interchange meet the rest. =/&lt;br /&gt;pros and cons. choose one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one sad news!&lt;br /&gt;everyone is going to Thailand except for ME!!!!&lt;br /&gt;they are going on the 22nd Nov. i had test on 24th Nov.&lt;br /&gt;sad life for me. =(((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;somethings are better left unsaid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978969-3249507693925539904?l=ang3lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ang3lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/3249507693925539904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978969&amp;postID=3249507693925539904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978969/posts/default/3249507693925539904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978969/posts/default/3249507693925539904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ang3lynn.blogspot.com/2008/10/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>aNonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04322555048582014115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978969.post-3349226205117926555</id><published>2008-10-03T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T01:24:14.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yuhoo!~&lt;br /&gt;i am so back to my updates in the middle of the night. =)&lt;br /&gt;i am still so sick. not exactly sick. just still having my headaches.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should sleep earlier to aid that problem. =x&lt;br /&gt;having my fyp meeting earlier on after school. i nearly missed it!!!&lt;br /&gt;how forgetful am i!!! if i dint heard the phone ring, i bet i will miss that meeting.&lt;br /&gt;and i will be dead by then.&lt;br /&gt;i am still having my no-life days.&lt;br /&gt;everyday after school, back to home.&lt;br /&gt;i am such a no-life kiddo!!&lt;br /&gt;and i hate that!!&lt;br /&gt;i need to get a new life! although its only a few months then i am going to graduate.&lt;br /&gt;i went to blog-hopped. happen to see a blog. which is Archery Ig.&lt;br /&gt;surprised! went through the posts. looks fun! maybe it was way much more fun in real life.&lt;br /&gt;guessed i missed those funs. =)&lt;br /&gt;feeling grumpy now. =P&lt;br /&gt;just complained to someone. it was rather random.&lt;br /&gt;cause i just cut that person off after that. sorry!! biyaneii*(sorry in korean)&lt;br /&gt;some parts of me rationally wants to go back. but it is way too awkward!!&lt;br /&gt;maybe it isnt. but i just felt that way alright.&lt;br /&gt;just let me stay grumpy for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;P.S* im grumpy. not emo alright. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw ji yuan today. chat for awhile. we really need to sit down and have a little chat.&lt;br /&gt;BUT without those cold jokes. i really cant stand them. =))&lt;br /&gt;maybe that day would be Sarah's mini party.&lt;br /&gt;no idea whether im attending anot. cause its like weird?&lt;br /&gt;me with her bunch of best buddies? just like a outsider ya know?&lt;br /&gt;but when im actually one of her the other best budd.&lt;br /&gt;contradicting* =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i should cut it out. and let my brain rest after today's UT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;byes~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Pain is inevitable; Suffering is optional. &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/6978969-3349226205117926555?l=ang3lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ang3lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/3349226205117926555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978969&amp;postID=3349226205117926555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978969/posts/default/3349226205117926555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978969/posts/default/3349226205117926555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ang3lynn.blogspot.com/2008/10/yuhoo-i-am-so-back-to-my-updates-in.html' title=''/><author><name>aNonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04322555048582014115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978969.post-8861875452376695321</id><published>2008-09-22T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T16:05:13.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=) just wants to smile.</title><content type='html'>i am sick.&lt;br /&gt;not trying to be emotional here.&lt;br /&gt;but just want to say out.&lt;br /&gt;one. haven been updating my blog.&lt;br /&gt;two. i need to get it off my chest before i explode.&lt;br /&gt;three. i am feeling unwell. but who knows?&lt;br /&gt;four. i am still getting used to my new bed. 我会认床. (cant sleep well, thanks to it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fyp. its starting.&lt;br /&gt;Sam wants to change leader.&lt;br /&gt;and guess what. no 1 wants to be the leader.&lt;br /&gt;but i understand why she doesnt wants to be.&lt;br /&gt;and things started to annoy me. is it?&lt;br /&gt;maybe alittle. or not. whatever it is.&lt;br /&gt;i must survive through this semester!! no matter what.  jia you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what have i been doing?&lt;br /&gt;packing my stuffs in my room. moving around the computer table.&lt;br /&gt;oh yar. i got a computer table in my small little room.&lt;br /&gt;like finally. its small and fits into the small corner of my room. =))&lt;br /&gt;and i moved my bed over to my bro's house.&lt;br /&gt;moving over there around Oct. and i miss my bed.&lt;br /&gt;sleeping on a new mattress. very hard. =(&lt;br /&gt;and i felt so so unwell. slight fever still have to move my things in my room.&lt;br /&gt;which i packed nicely not long ago. argh!&lt;br /&gt;but it looks so much like a room now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i got back my phone. not me though.&lt;br /&gt;it was my mum who helped me get it back.&lt;br /&gt;they took my SCREEN PROTECTOR!&lt;br /&gt;it costs me 10 bucks!!!!! they just took it away!&lt;br /&gt;damn it. =((&lt;br /&gt;things haven been going my way lately.&lt;br /&gt;just have to tolerate. cause things will get better dont they?&lt;br /&gt;have been stressed lately. people around me. things happening to me.&lt;br /&gt;gosh. can someone just entertain me so that i could not think about those stuffs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terrible headache now. flip off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978969-8861875452376695321?l=ang3lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ang3lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/8861875452376695321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'>risk of losing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;feeling what im not supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;maybe you have guessed it.&lt;br /&gt;emo.&lt;br /&gt;the things way had been pushed me to the corner of feeling that way.&lt;br /&gt;maybe its my fault that things had gone this way.&lt;br /&gt;nobody wants it.&lt;br /&gt;i swear.&lt;br /&gt;but is all somethings' fault which is called "accident".&lt;br /&gt;Mr Accident had made me felt terrible.&lt;br /&gt;it made me feel that the world is soon going to topple down.&lt;br /&gt;cause it always seems that history is going to repeat itself.&lt;br /&gt;flashbacks.&lt;br /&gt;i just couldnt put it down.&lt;br /&gt;whenever i thought that i could overcome it.&lt;br /&gt;things would happen to me.&lt;br /&gt;am i just too stupid to overcome it?&lt;br /&gt;stupidity makes me sad.&lt;br /&gt;not going to say what happened.&lt;br /&gt;nor how am i feeling.&lt;br /&gt;i am too unpredictable.&lt;br /&gt;too phony.&lt;br /&gt;conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;self-blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had one thought.&lt;br /&gt;or maybe a few?&lt;br /&gt;i will never be compared to those people.&lt;br /&gt;im just a small part of your life.&lt;br /&gt;maybe it doesnt matter bahs.&lt;br /&gt;i guess.&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is.&lt;br /&gt;im losing hope.&lt;br /&gt;thats all.&lt;br /&gt;cause i dont want to go through what i had been through.&lt;br /&gt;its too much to take once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i realize something.&lt;br /&gt;i had no life.&lt;br /&gt;sad. pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;right?&lt;br /&gt;its like a smack on the face that i realize that.&lt;br /&gt;maybe im back to my old days.&lt;br /&gt;getting ready to be independent again. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what can i say about it?&lt;br /&gt;______________&lt;br /&gt;blank*&lt;br /&gt;had no idea what to say.&lt;br /&gt;my mind is in a whirl.&lt;br /&gt;ups and downs.&lt;br /&gt;left and right.&lt;br /&gt;everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;afraid to lose = losing of hope&lt;br /&gt;which in the ends become a world filled with darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;byes.&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/6978969-3559614594976380849?l=ang3lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ang3lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/3559614594976380849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978969&amp;postID=3559614594976380849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978969/posts/default/3559614594976380849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978969/posts/default/3559614594976380849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ang3lynn.blogspot.com/2008/09/risk-of-losing.html' title='risk of losing.'/><author><name>aNonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04322555048582014115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978969.post-3727877789260777887</id><published>2008-09-04T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T14:43:36.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of school!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;first day of school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;mostly classmates i knew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;shall update since i have some time. =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;went to 大公主 chalet to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekJH2Gv_iVw/SL9kj6TkbxI/AAAAAAAAATk/PACH4nxKHrA/s1600-h/P1040816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekJH2Gv_iVw/SL9kj6TkbxI/AAAAAAAAATk/PACH4nxKHrA/s320/P1040816.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242019059392081682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the main character. =)) Happy Birthday Gurl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekJH2Gv_iVw/SL9kkXx-1iI/AAAAAAAAATs/wXQefU33foA/s1600-h/P1040820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekJH2Gv_iVw/SL9kkXx-1iI/AAAAAAAAATs/wXQefU33foA/s320/P1040820.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242019067304269346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the whole group photo. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekJH2Gv_iVw/SL9kkse91hI/AAAAAAAAAT0/s_-ayMIj9f0/s1600-h/P1040858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekJH2Gv_iVw/SL9kkse91hI/AAAAAAAAAT0/s_-ayMIj9f0/s320/P1040858.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242019072861656594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Our gang photo. =)))&lt;br /&gt;surprisingly, everyone smile nicely in this photo. keke.&lt;br /&gt;it was quite fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i had some "presents" even im not the main character.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;had 3 blueblacks on my knee.&lt;br /&gt;because had pillow fight with the princesses between the king and 四公主.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekJH2Gv_iVw/SL9kjs9-NcI/AAAAAAAAATc/QqDc70ko2OA/s1600-h/P1040892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ekJH2Gv_iVw/SL9kjs9-NcI/AAAAAAAAATc/QqDc70ko2OA/s320/P1040892.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242019055811835330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lols. that makes up our night. and i couldnt sleep at all.&lt;br /&gt;due to the music that they made. =(&lt;br /&gt;the next day we went to watched WALL.E. so touching!! =))&lt;br /&gt;so nice. wanted to watch wedding daze. but dont have. sads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978969-3727877789260777887?l=ang3lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ang3lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/3727877789260777887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978969&amp;postID=3727877789260777887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978969/posts/default/3727877789260777887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978969/posts/default/3727877789260777887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ang3lynn.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-day-of-school.html' title='First day of school!'/><author><name>aNonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04322555048582014115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ekJH2Gv_iVw/SL9kj6TkbxI/AAAAAAAAATk/PACH4nxKHrA/s72-c/P1040816.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6978969.post-935816213636107616</id><published>2008-08-28T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T00:06:11.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;the post is rather random.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;lols. cause i was in school waiting and then did this test.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;no idea if its true. keke.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;empress wor. nevermind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;im too tired to think. just changed back to blogspot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;cause livejournal lags like hell.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;cant update or view my blog.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;one word; sucks.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;its been for weeks. not just a few days.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;not my fault i guess. =/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;got a new blog. so starting anew. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;knew my class. quite alright with it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;with my gfs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;so. alright larhs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;but its lucky for some people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;E44F is sure going to be a noisy class. =P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;those who know whose in that class should know why. =)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;im tired. i should rest.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;CIAOS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.flarn.com/%7Ewarlock/tarot/winged/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are The Empress&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Beauty, happiness, pleasure, success, luxury, dissipation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The Empress is associated with Venus, the feminine planet, so it represents,&lt;br /&gt;beauty, charm, pleasure, luxury, and delight. You may be good at home&lt;br /&gt;decorating, art or anything to do with making things beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The Empress is a creator, be it creation of life, of romance, of art or business. While the Magician is the primal spark, the idea made real, and the High Priestess is the one who gives the idea a form, the Empress is the womb where it gestates and grows till it is ready to be born. This is why her symbol is Venus, goddess of beautiful things as well as love. Even so, the Empress is more Demeter, goddess of abundance, then sensual Venus. She is the giver of Earthly gifts, yet at the same time, she can, in anger withhold, as Demeter did when her daughter, Persephone, was kidnapped. In fury and grief, she kept the Earth barren till her child was returned to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Tarot Card are You?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flarn.com/%7Ewarlock/tarot"&gt;Take the Test to Find Out.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6978969-935816213636107616?l=ang3lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ang3lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/935816213636107616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6978969&amp;postID=935816213636107616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978969/posts/default/935816213636107616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6978969/posts/default/935816213636107616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ang3lynn.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-are-empress-beauty-happiness.html' title=''/><author><name>aNonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04322555048582014115</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
