<?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-6450248892268158846</id><updated>2012-02-17T03:35:14.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WSY, Jolynn. com. MY</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>WSYJolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15290509748890214433</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>188</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450248892268158846.post-5520206838135265518</id><published>2011-11-03T16:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T17:14:49.248+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters To The Unknown #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pwZZrmeZPa0/TrJXrfzbIyI/AAAAAAAABxA/5MH2s0_vRSY/s1600/BlogPic31.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pwZZrmeZPa0/TrJXrfzbIyI/AAAAAAAABxA/5MH2s0_vRSY/s400/BlogPic31.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670691285596054306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"What do you say to the God of Death?"&lt;br /&gt;"Not today."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Letter #8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear, Mr I-Know-It-All.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know you are very smart and stuff. You do not have to show it. What irritates me the most is when you share videos to me regarding physics or chemistry or some dumb shit I hate. Look, let me get this straight, what you like and what I like are totally different. You may have an interest for it but I don't. This, however, doesn't mean you have to shove it up one's arse just because you are interested in it. Get your damn facts right. I-do-not-like-what-you-like. Too hard to understand? Also, can you please stop telling people you are awesome at something? You are blowing your trumpet so hard until my ears wanna bleed. Stop it, for everyone's sake. It's polluting my air and the air around people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From, I-Do-Not-Know-It-All.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letter #9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear, Dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know I chose Rusty over you and I'm sorry. It's just that playing your kind of music isn't what I want to do anymore. I miss the sound of classic, and music that soothes my soul. Your music is a little tough and rough but this doesn't show that I will choose Rusty forever and leave you behind. I do love you, equally. I know I haven't been playing with you much but that doesn't mean my relationship with you is over. You will always be my rocking rockstar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From, Your Owner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letter #10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear, Rusty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know my family has neglected you for years and I am glad I have found you. You have a better home compared to last time where you were stuck with the other softies. You are an old wiser. I do love you and don't think I love Dream more. I do not play you too because I have been rather busy. Besides, you make me hurt.. a lot. Anyway, I just wanna tell you, that I will keep on playing. You will always be my classic vintage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From, Your Owner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yea, I just wanted to type something. Anyway, just to let you know. My exams are over!!!! See you later, I will post again, soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450248892268158846-5520206838135265518?l=crazylittlememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/feeds/5520206838135265518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2011/11/letters-to-unknown-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/5520206838135265518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/5520206838135265518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2011/11/letters-to-unknown-3.html' title='Letters To The Unknown #3'/><author><name>WSYJolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15290509748890214433</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/-pwZZrmeZPa0/TrJXrfzbIyI/AAAAAAAABxA/5MH2s0_vRSY/s72-c/BlogPic31.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450248892268158846.post-5432559139906756627</id><published>2011-10-14T14:05:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T17:41:20.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vintage Vanity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iN1pg7DQpmA/TqE6F7R5hNI/AAAAAAAABwQ/xfiIQ6ipMJY/s1600/BlogPic30.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iN1pg7DQpmA/TqE6F7R5hNI/AAAAAAAABwQ/xfiIQ6ipMJY/s400/BlogPic30.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5665873679695316178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Carved out by hand, forged with steel, this is true art that people should cherish even when technology has outrun antiques."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello everybody! Today I would like to post about my real life obsession which is antiques. My dad is an antique collector but his taste and my taste are a little different. He likes chinese antiques and I like just about anything that I find nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that people should recognize the beauty of antiques and cherish it. If it weren't for some items, we wouldn't have what we have today. Even if it is now a rusty old piece of steel, I find it a billion dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some people say, that computers are more of a thing of beauty, I however, do not. Computers are complicated not beautiful. Imagine long time ago when people carved metal out of their own hands and not by using machines. People took pride in their work, and it doesn't take one month to finish it, heck, it takes years. Imagine what a human being can do, build beautiful items and now, we are spoiled by machines that do the work for us. Yes, we take pride in the machines but the items will be just items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love antiques, I do. Technology is on going and I cannot change that. I do not hate technology, I just hate it how people are spoiled. Technology is spoiling us, everyday, every second. Even now, when I'm blogging. We use escalators instead of stairs, we use email instead of letters, we use printers instead of hand, we are destroying the world, a little by little. It could be the environment, it could be us. However, I'm not saying we do not benefit. We do, but we forget what we left behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, a lover of antiques, implore you to appreciate what antiques have given us. Know it, cherish it and accept it. Do not ignore it, if you do, you ignore the past, present and future. You ignore or those men and women who threw out their blood, sweat and tears to make a thing of beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay. Enough. So, I would like to share with out, what I want to have. They are so beautiful, I swear I am having sparkles in my eyes~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uBjenYv9qgQ/TpfSg92DffI/AAAAAAAABwE/WMBHZF-bncI/s1600/BlogPic17.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uBjenYv9qgQ/TpfSg92DffI/AAAAAAAABwE/WMBHZF-bncI/s400/BlogPic17.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663226520240618994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beautiful. Just beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jyyAu6yMAdo/TpfScN_0_ZI/AAAAAAAABv4/6CeO1O6_jzs/s1600/BlogPic18.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 203px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jyyAu6yMAdo/TpfScN_0_ZI/AAAAAAAABv4/6CeO1O6_jzs/s400/BlogPic18.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663226438677233042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I prefer antique guns more than the guns now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3guE1SVwkEM/TpfSU8BrxTI/AAAAAAAABvw/P3vhtyaEVKY/s1600/BlogPic19.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3guE1SVwkEM/TpfSU8BrxTI/AAAAAAAABvw/P3vhtyaEVKY/s400/BlogPic19.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663226313594094898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh my gosh, freaking rifles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WOo5yPSSx_k/TpfSO0ilfzI/AAAAAAAABvg/69YYZkVKqus/s1600/BlogPic20.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 366px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WOo5yPSSx_k/TpfSO0ilfzI/AAAAAAAABvg/69YYZkVKqus/s400/BlogPic20.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663226208505397042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Phonograph, people. Wiki it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RGVZuZZrUr4/TpfSK0rjSaI/AAAAAAAABvU/sWOi5gYbwUA/s1600/BlogPic21.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 337px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RGVZuZZrUr4/TpfSK0rjSaI/AAAAAAAABvU/sWOi5gYbwUA/s400/BlogPic21.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663226139823524258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's a compass and a sundial. Look at it, it's so pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-awkG5V1WBAQ/TpfSG-nu_DI/AAAAAAAABvI/4q6FJLyEu2I/s1600/BlogPic22.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-awkG5V1WBAQ/TpfSG-nu_DI/AAAAAAAABvI/4q6FJLyEu2I/s400/BlogPic22.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663226073772391474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A miniature suit of armor, I don't mind a full suit of armor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uHdEIGivYTw/TpfSCLAZMiI/AAAAAAAABu8/e74Rtc-U-Bk/s1600/BlogPic23.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uHdEIGivYTw/TpfSCLAZMiI/AAAAAAAABu8/e74Rtc-U-Bk/s400/BlogPic23.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663225991197700642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know what you are thinking, it looks nice, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0HkJ5abskXw/TpfR-IipVaI/AAAAAAAABuw/bN1iubz6c04/s1600/BlogPic24.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0HkJ5abskXw/TpfR-IipVaI/AAAAAAAABuw/bN1iubz6c04/s400/BlogPic24.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663225921816581538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A miniature cannon, so freaking cool. If it shoots, heck, I will buy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w6K9GVbsVR4/TpfRdpyz1JI/AAAAAAAABuk/6YnQR8IO5XU/s1600/BlogPic27.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 398px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w6K9GVbsVR4/TpfRdpyz1JI/AAAAAAAABuk/6YnQR8IO5XU/s400/BlogPic27.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663225363807065234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;An antique radio. Much better than the lame radios now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UVBLVkoVeFs/TpfRZpbqwGI/AAAAAAAABuc/fFkFCe_QcpY/s1600/BlogPic28.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UVBLVkoVeFs/TpfRZpbqwGI/AAAAAAAABuc/fFkFCe_QcpY/s400/BlogPic28.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663225294990524514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The last but not least a typewriter. Yes, this is the olden day computer, kind of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I hope you all will accept and appreciate antiques. Plus, they look damn good. I mean seriously, they do. Alright, that will be all. Thanks for viewing.&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/6450248892268158846-5432559139906756627?l=crazylittlememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/feeds/5432559139906756627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2011/10/vintage-vanity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/5432559139906756627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/5432559139906756627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2011/10/vintage-vanity.html' title='Vintage Vanity'/><author><name>WSYJolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15290509748890214433</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/-iN1pg7DQpmA/TqE6F7R5hNI/AAAAAAAABwQ/xfiIQ6ipMJY/s72-c/BlogPic30.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450248892268158846.post-6991566032621295432</id><published>2011-10-06T14:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T15:00:16.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it Loose!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x52Yaeld3Mg/To1IvLDplcI/AAAAAAAABts/0GNr-fyBr1g/s1600/BlogPic16.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x52Yaeld3Mg/To1IvLDplcI/AAAAAAAABts/0GNr-fyBr1g/s400/BlogPic16.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660260281933731266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Shape your own world with your own hands."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello everyone, what a dull, gloomy day. Okay, I'm not serious but seriously, staying at home with my accounts books and notes is not exciting, not one bit. From day to night, I have been studying Accounts and it's getting seriously boring. Tomorrow is the Accounts test and I have a feeling it's going to be so hard. Anyway, wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no topic on what I want to talk about, so. Let's just type some random stuff. Left 4 dead, holy shit. I love that game, it's unrealistic but who cares? It's fantastic. Not to mention, I've just recently discovered a real left 4 dead comic. Shit yea, I read the whole thing. It's really cool and the drawing is rather nice. Check it out : &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://www.l4d.com/comic/"&gt;Click-Here-For-Epicness!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to get Dead Island, I mean, the graphics are just so freaking awesome compared to Left 4 Dead, and there IS an aim, like quest and missions and such. Not to mention the awesome terrain and the story. The problem is there are loads of bugs and loads of swear words too. I never heard so many 'fucks' in my life. Sorry, I had to use that word. I don't normally use it in my posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in facebook, as I have recently noticed, posts from this girl called 'Puput Slalu Tersenyum'. She clearly states she hates Christians and Catholics because of the way she post. Seriously, pictures and all that. So, I just want to give my comments. Firstly, I do not give a damn. I don't care whether people insults my religion because honestly, there is no point on being so mad at her. Secondly, it's a free world. Everyone has the right to insult whoever or whatever they want but of course, people will find it rude and whatnot. Lastly, I'll let God be the judge. So, people out there who keeps getting so angry at her and swear like crazy, there is no point so chill. Want to check it out? Here you go : &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://www.facebook.com/#%21/profile.php?id=100001469928834"&gt;Her-Page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Steve Jobs have already passed away. I don't know him at all, not one bit, I only know he is the founder of Apple. But judging from everyone's comments and posts, he is indeed one of the greatest visionaries of our time. iPhones, iPods and iWhatever is one of the most known and also best selling products. He made a name for himself (not to mention, the money) and it is sad to see one of our great visionaries go. But, his legacy will still live on and a huge thank you to him for changing our way of life. So, R.I.P Steve Jobs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's it. Thanks for viewing and I want to wish good luck to everyone who is having their exams now. Not to mention the PMR, SPM, and STPM students. Good luck and have an awesome day!&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/6450248892268158846-6991566032621295432?l=crazylittlememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/feeds/6991566032621295432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2011/10/let-it-loose.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/6991566032621295432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/6991566032621295432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2011/10/let-it-loose.html' title='Let it Loose!'/><author><name>WSYJolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15290509748890214433</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/-x52Yaeld3Mg/To1IvLDplcI/AAAAAAAABts/0GNr-fyBr1g/s72-c/BlogPic16.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450248892268158846.post-3116644013754362888</id><published>2011-10-01T17:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T17:36:46.922+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters To The Unknown #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_RGJBvt1cEs/Tobb1g9W4FI/AAAAAAAABtk/zkTpIdJA7aQ/s1600/BlogPic15.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_RGJBvt1cEs/Tobb1g9W4FI/AAAAAAAABtk/zkTpIdJA7aQ/s400/BlogPic15.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658451694264442962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Life is not about how many breaths you take but how many moments that take your breath away."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello! This will be a little short post. I got to let some feelings out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Letter #5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear, Miss I-hate-life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are a good friend and when you think negative about yourself, it hurts me. I dislike the fact that you hate your life when everyone else is also suffering with you. Take a time, to remember what hurts you the most, face it, and let your feelings go. When you do this, forgive, everyone and everything. It helps. Life is a rollercoaster, sometimes it takes you up and then down very fast. But, life isn't a pain. It's a joy, every breath you take, every moment when we age, it is a beautiful thing. I hope one day, you can realize this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From, Life Lover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letter #6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear, Mr Disagree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Every time when I say or post something, you HAVE to disagree. Especially when I say or type things that are from the past. Let us get this straight, I love the past. I love antiques and I love history. Nothing and I mean nothing, is perfect. Of course, like any other day, people suffer and that is the world we live in regardless or which era we are in. I cherish the past, unlike you who ignores it but worst, despise it. Everything we have today, we should thank the people that experimented to make what we are. I will never forget the past. The reason I do not like the future is because many people, including you, don't know the importance of what and who made us what we are today. If you can't appreciate what's behind do not appreciate the front.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From, Miss Time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letter #7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear, Mr Fanatic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know we should appreciate what you have teach us but to be honest, I don't. What you have teach us, is no value to me. Firstly, I do not agree with most of the things you said. How can you assume that she is a satanist. One, you have no proof. Two, what business of this is yours? Three, it's just a rumor. Whether it's truth or not, you have no right, to ask people to stop. I know you love Him, I do too but please, teach us what is right. Oh and it's not evil. People always assume what they are watching is bad, of course it is bad but you have the choice to follow or not. Not necessary if you watch it, you ARE bad. If this is not intended, that say what is right. I'm sick of you teaching us, sorry, brainwashing us the teachings that was never given by Him but made by people like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From, Open Minded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That will be all. I have to go now. Thanks for reading, bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450248892268158846-3116644013754362888?l=crazylittlememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/feeds/3116644013754362888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2011/10/letters-to-unknown-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/3116644013754362888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/3116644013754362888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2011/10/letters-to-unknown-2.html' title='Letters To The Unknown #2'/><author><name>WSYJolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15290509748890214433</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/-_RGJBvt1cEs/Tobb1g9W4FI/AAAAAAAABtk/zkTpIdJA7aQ/s72-c/BlogPic15.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450248892268158846.post-6673836819000391359</id><published>2011-09-30T14:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T15:19:03.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters To The Unknown #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ODF6eL4mcY8/ToVok04gc6I/AAAAAAAABtc/ShJHFFdeJlw/s1600/BlogPic14.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 314px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ODF6eL4mcY8/ToVok04gc6I/AAAAAAAABtc/ShJHFFdeJlw/s400/BlogPic14.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658043488741127074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;"&gt;To send a letter is a good way to go somewhere without moving anything but your heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a quick note, this is a topic I have created to send messages to people whom I really want to talk to but can't. Everyone of them is people I know, either from school, family or whatever. I won't say their names in case if they actually read this. Just something personal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Letter #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear, Mr. N.T.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're a piece of shit, do you know that? Throwing my heart, like it's just a piece of paper. I hope someday, you will know how I feel. Karma always comes back. I just wanna say, you scarred me deeply. Everything about me have change, I have become more closed than ever before, however, you made me more mature too. Also, thanks to you, I suffer from a problem now, paranoia. I don't want to curse you, but I can't say I want to thank you either. I just hope, whatever happens, happens. Good or bad. Whatever goes up, must come down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From, Heartbroken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letter #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear, Miss BFF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I miss you so much but I don't think you know that. Now, that you are from a different school, you have different friends but worst of all is that you have your boyfriend. Whatever time we use to spent, it goes to your boyfriend. I hope I can see the old you again. Please, trust me on this. You will regret one day, please listen to me. Every time, I think about you, I start tearing up. We used to be so close but you chose them instead. You've changed, and that is something all of your neglected friends agree on. I do hope you get this message, however, you wouldn't know it is you. If I could gather my courage, I would tell you. I do not care about our friendship anymore, what I care is you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I miss you, so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From, Ex-BFF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letter #3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dear, Miss Mood Swing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I didn't have a choice when I've met you. It's because you and my other two friends were close, and sadly, I HAD to join in. I don't like you but I don't hate you either. Do you have bipolar because I am pretty sure you do. Every time when you show that face to us, the other two will care but I don't. Why? Because you do it every time, and it's getting irritating. Must you ruin my day with your terrible sensitivity? It's not like it's a huge problem, you are such a drama queen. You are really an attention seeker. Not to mention, how many excuses you give when we invite you out. It's getting really sickening and I am fed up with your attitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From, Annoyed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letter #4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To all, C.Es.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We are actually so alike in many ways but yet we are very different. I do not understand why, it's just the way it is. I do hope you can be more understanding and less selfish. It's corrupting everything I ever stood for. Please change. My attitude isn't perfect but it isn't as bad as yours. Many people say we are alike but they are very wrong. Also, stop teasing me with that. I may not understand it but it doesn't mean you can shove it at the back of my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From, E.E.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel much better now. Maybe I will post more of these. It's really stress relieving. Sigh, anyway good bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450248892268158846-6673836819000391359?l=crazylittlememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/feeds/6673836819000391359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2011/09/letters-to-unknown-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/6673836819000391359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/6673836819000391359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2011/09/letters-to-unknown-1.html' title='Letters To The Unknown #1'/><author><name>WSYJolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15290509748890214433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ODF6eL4mcY8/ToVok04gc6I/AAAAAAAABtc/ShJHFFdeJlw/s72-c/BlogPic14.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450248892268158846.post-2429902453220496924</id><published>2011-09-30T12:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T12:52:25.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohh Mee Gosh~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r3wKsk65d7M/ToVH1uKeKsI/AAAAAAAABtM/BCKeRsF4YD4/s1600/BlogPic13.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 284px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r3wKsk65d7M/ToVH1uKeKsI/AAAAAAAABtM/BCKeRsF4YD4/s400/BlogPic13.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658007495111486146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"The word 'I don't know' is used many times, everyday, every second, every millisecond."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hola everybody! Test is next week. Which means it is on 7th of October. One word, shit. I am not prepared at all, I haven't study and I really don't feel like studying. I am very lazy, not to mention bored of reading sejarah again and again. I haven't touch Chemistry, Accounts, BM, Moral, Sivik, PJK, Add Maths and Maths. Oh yea, I'm screwed beyond screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.... instead of yakking about test. Let's just go to something more interesting. The Pillars of the Earth and Game of Thrones, TV series! It's so darn amazing. I finished The Pillars of the Earth and I got to say. Tom Builder is so freaking handsome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qSAAv_9jZ04/ToVI8K3GMiI/AAAAAAAABtU/3BQBqlhOeRQ/s1600/Rufus3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 186px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qSAAv_9jZ04/ToVI8K3GMiI/AAAAAAAABtU/3BQBqlhOeRQ/s400/Rufus3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658008705405694498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gahh, I'm speechless! Alright, truth time. He is 43 years old. Yes, hate me, whack me, scream at me because I'm 16. I mean, come on, he is so handsome. His real name is Rufus Sewell and he is just so superb. Alright, I don't know him but he is handsome, okay? *drools*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends have been like "Why do you like the old men?". I felt kind of embarrassed but, SOME old men (I'm talking about late 30s to early 40s or mid 40s) are damn handsome. They look better when they age. Besides, I like those rugged men, with tan skin and green eyes. Seriously, it always melts me. Gahh, some other "old men" I like are James Franco and Jared Leto. Freaking freaking handsome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay *ahem*, I hardly watch Game of Thrones but I did watch one or two episodes. I will continue watching them in internet or something because the TV keep showing the new ones I haven't watch. Anyway, I seriously recommend this two series if you like weapons, armors, wars, kings and queens, a little gore, men in armor, women in dresses, medieval and short series, I highly recommend these two series. Trust me, it's so worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, now. My plan is to buy The Pillars of the Earth by Ken Follett and Game of Thrones by George R. R. Martin books. Yes, they made a series from a book. But it's really really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My another plan is to study, right after I bathe because I haven't been studying seriously. Sigh, if I get bad results I know who to blame (myself). Anyway, I promise, to study smart and try to stop myself from being to lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all. Thanks for viewing, bye.&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/6450248892268158846-2429902453220496924?l=crazylittlememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/feeds/2429902453220496924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2011/09/ohh-mee-gosh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/2429902453220496924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/2429902453220496924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2011/09/ohh-mee-gosh.html' title='Ohh Mee Gosh~'/><author><name>WSYJolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15290509748890214433</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/-r3wKsk65d7M/ToVH1uKeKsI/AAAAAAAABtM/BCKeRsF4YD4/s72-c/BlogPic13.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450248892268158846.post-3887339279785592265</id><published>2011-09-22T15:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T16:10:42.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someday, I'll Be There</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g6CmdYDI0Wg/TnrndF9IjmI/AAAAAAAABtE/3iZD_CV_f0g/s1600/BlogPic12.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g6CmdYDI0Wg/TnrndF9IjmI/AAAAAAAABtE/3iZD_CV_f0g/s400/BlogPic12.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655086769117892194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Being different not only makes you unique, it makes you weird but you know what? It's okay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, everyone! This will be a little boring or it may be a sensitive topic to some but somehow deep inside me, I have to talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, a week ago. I had a dream, I dream that I died. My soul was floating around and somehow I came across my family, friends and just anybody I know. I couldn't see my body but somehow I know that they were crying because I died. My heart sank, I started sobbing too. I felt so miserable and I was in hate because I made them cried. I kept asking God why I died so early. I couldn't stand the look on my loved ones faces, and I stayed there, very long and cried away. If you are curious, then yes, I did cry in real life too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I know what most of you are thinking. "What is your point?" My point is, when that day comes, I want everybody to know that I do not want a funeral. I want a party. I don't care whether I am disrespecting the dead but after all, I AM dead if that they comes. Maybe some of you will be like, "What's the difference?". The difference is that a funeral is full of moaning, stories about me when I was alive, everybody wears black and white but the worst thing is, it has a very very dark and sad atmosphere. Not to mention, LOADS of crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whereas a party is an invitation, a celebration, joy, colours, food, happiness, dancing, music and lots lots more. Let's just say, yes, I do want a party. Of course I want prayer too but not so sad-like. I also don't mind stories about me when I was still alive, I don't care whether it's insulting, embarrassing or whatever. Just not sad. I don't mind if someone cries but I hope they do not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I want this is, can you imagine when you have to leave your friends and family to go somewhere far and you will never come back. Imagine that they are crying, moaning at your feet. Deep down in you, would you feel sad to leave them? Would you regret saying, "goodbye"? I don't know about you guys but I would. Every sweat that I drip, every word that I say, I would regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to prevent this, I don't want a freaking funeral full of moaning, sadness and whatnot. Instead, I want my death to be celebrated. To be honest, I never knew why it's a sad thing when someone leaves this world. I mean, doesn't everyone say "Life is short"? So, why is everybody still crying? If you keep saying this, you will know you have to be ready when the time comes. Yes, of course you won't talk to the person again, but I don't know whether you know this. Up there, they will be guiding you, even helping you. They can't be physically there but they are with you, mentally and spiritually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all my opinion and it's what I want to do and say. Whatever you believe, is okay to me, is okay to everybody but most importantly make sure it is okay to yourself. Some people can't accept what I say but I will just keep ignoring. After all, they do not become me when I die or anything. I will remain as myself no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That will be all. Make sure you do this. This is my living proof.&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/6450248892268158846-3887339279785592265?l=crazylittlememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/feeds/3887339279785592265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2011/09/someday-ill-be-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/3887339279785592265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/3887339279785592265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2011/09/someday-ill-be-there.html' title='Someday, I&apos;ll Be There'/><author><name>WSYJolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15290509748890214433</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/-g6CmdYDI0Wg/TnrndF9IjmI/AAAAAAAABtE/3iZD_CV_f0g/s72-c/BlogPic12.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450248892268158846.post-2360796126827058283</id><published>2011-09-20T19:15:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T21:03:17.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flabbertastic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xsRx3Wnqrvk/Tnh5KhhpXLI/AAAAAAAABs0/T2ecFGj6XgE/s1600/JohnnyEnglish.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 186px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xsRx3Wnqrvk/Tnh5KhhpXLI/AAAAAAAABs0/T2ecFGj6XgE/s400/JohnnyEnglish.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654402553868803250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, I'm not saying I'm sorry because one day we will meet again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello peeps! Yes, another post! And you've guessed it, I watched Johnny English : Reborn. It is so awesome, a must watch. It's funny from start until end. I highly highly recommend it. Rowan Atkinson is an amazing and extremely funny actor. This ain't your ordinary Mr Bean movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Johnny English : Reborn on 16 September, Friday in Sunway. Main aim was to celebrate Josephine's birthday early. (Happy Sweet 16). Went with Shan. To be honest, this was the best trip to Sunway, we did awesome things (although it's the same). First, we ate in Carls' Jr. Since I was in a diet I couldn't eat burgers so I ate chicken tenders. Salty, salty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Un_oXcn9dE/Tnh4ru0tiUI/AAAAAAAABss/vAzhthiwAig/s1600/100_0589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9Un_oXcn9dE/Tnh4ru0tiUI/AAAAAAAABss/vAzhthiwAig/s400/100_0589.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654402024862484802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile! We actually spend a whole hour in Carls' Jr. We talked like crazy, main topic : death. Weird, huh? As usual, people disagree that I don't want a funeral but a party instead after I die. Man, I talked about this more later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5qi3hWJWPo0/Tnh4ncos0kI/AAAAAAAABsk/94uALJKzAUQ/s1600/100_0590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5qi3hWJWPo0/Tnh4ncos0kI/AAAAAAAABsk/94uALJKzAUQ/s400/100_0590.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654401951260791362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Movie tickers, everyone needs one, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after Carls' Jr, we walked around. No, actually we went straight to Diva. There was like a Buy One Free One promotion. So, Jose really liked one of the necklace, and one of the necklace catches my eye. So in the end, we split the money and bought it. RM18 each! Worth it, it looks so darn amazing. (If you want to know how it looks like, let me describe it to you, it has a very long chain, gold plated, chain is until below the breast, it is shaped like glasses, wood!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we watched the movie, damn amazing! Walked around like crazy, went to F.O.S and Forever 21. Jose bought 3 tank tops and Shan bought 2 books from Popular (with my discount card). We went to Zin Q or something like that. It's like a dessert shop, I'm sorry, asian dessert shop. Jose bought the coupon which gives us free 3 desserts. I took Green Tea Smoothie (sounds gross, taste gross). Shan took Passion Fruit Green Tea (taste awesome) and Jose had the most weird one. It's in a bowl with pearls, black grass jelly, some colourful looking chewy stuff and ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N2b0QElfLKo/Tnh4j9IYRLI/AAAAAAAABsc/_LL8WY7nj_k/s1600/100_0592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N2b0QElfLKo/Tnh4j9IYRLI/AAAAAAAABsc/_LL8WY7nj_k/s400/100_0592.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654401891264119986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After the awesomeness, we even had Dinner there! Went to Acheng to have some curry laksa, nearly killed us. Why? So freaking spicy, we drank damn lots of water and nearly cried our eyes out. It was so funny but not at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pJm8sIOeLM4/Tnh4e7vGrZI/AAAAAAAABsU/YG9_9owmoBI/s1600/100_0593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pJm8sIOeLM4/Tnh4e7vGrZI/AAAAAAAABsU/YG9_9owmoBI/s400/100_0593.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654401804990328210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last picture. After the awesome Sunway trip, we went back home. Had an incredible day, joy oh joy. Sorry there isn't much pictures, we were very busy walking, talking and eating. Not to mention, we watched Johnny English : Reborn (see, I'm rubbing it in). Anyway, I hope we get to go again but I know I only can go after Peperiksaan Akhir Tahun (screwed).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, thats all, thanks for viewing. Goodbyes.&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/6450248892268158846-2360796126827058283?l=crazylittlememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/feeds/2360796126827058283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2011/09/flabbertastic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/2360796126827058283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/2360796126827058283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2011/09/flabbertastic.html' title='Flabbertastic'/><author><name>WSYJolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15290509748890214433</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/-xsRx3Wnqrvk/Tnh5KhhpXLI/AAAAAAAABs0/T2ecFGj6XgE/s72-c/JohnnyEnglish.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450248892268158846.post-7564530736806629250</id><published>2011-09-14T15:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T09:11:27.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stretching One's Arms</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xFJLuC7px04/TnBcreZ0E3I/AAAAAAAABsM/GFZrGzVSW4M/s1600/BlogPic11.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xFJLuC7px04/TnBcreZ0E3I/AAAAAAAABsM/GFZrGzVSW4M/s400/BlogPic11.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652119434315436914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I am not afraid of dying, I am afraid of not living."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, is a beautiful cold, rainy day. (It's so weird, after I typed this, it started drizzling heavier). Anyway, it haven't rain this long before. It started around 1 and the rain was like off and on until night time. It was kind of wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I skipped school because I have no intention to celebrate One Malaysia Day in school besides tomorrow is a holiday. So it's a win-win to me. I finally finished ONE campaign from Left 4 Dead it's called The Parish, I couldn't believe I finished it. Usually, I play until I can't or don't want to instead of just continuing on. I also played my guitar (I usually don't) and I blogged! Today is such a wonderful today. I feel so relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we are going to celebrate Josephine's Birthday Celebration. It's so weird because among the 3 of us, she is the youngest and it makes me feel so old. Her real birthday is on 18 September by the way. I can't believe it but we are 16. Time flies very fast but I wish it flies a little bit faster because I can't wait to finish school. But I try to enjoy every moment I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, this post was actually talking about the future. So, let me start with where I want to go. Of course, like everyone else I want to go all around the world. The place I want to go most is Italy. I love the architecture and the history there. I mean, amazing painters and sculptures. I was very fond of Dan Brown's books about the Vatican and their whole "politics" so that's why I want to go. I would love to go to the Vatican (not because I'm Catholic) but because I want to see the beauty of the building. It would just be amazing to go to the archives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I have a house, I must have one room which is my "Leisure Room" with everything I ever wanted/liked/needed in there. Let me tell you the overall, I want a table in the middle of the room with my computer, and behind me I want the World Map. It must be like those old vintage kind of maps, like yellowy-brownish paper. Then beside the large poster/painting of the map I want tall bookshelves. I also want my own table which I can do art stuff. My guitar must be in my room too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no specific place I want to stay forever, for me, I want to be a traveler. If I have a loads of money I want to buy houses in every place that I love to go. So, instead of going to one spot I could travel to my other house in another country. But of course, it seems impossible because I will need to be rich. But, I try my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I do not like to have a lot of money. So, maybe what sum I have, I will give half to those who are in need more than I. Because my view of money is simple, it's evil, it can corrupt good people's minds and I won't let it happen to me. When it comes to money, I get scared, to overspent it, and when it overpowers me. So, I won't let this happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That will be my post for today, sorry that it's short. Bye!&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/6450248892268158846-7564530736806629250?l=crazylittlememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/feeds/7564530736806629250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2011/09/stretching-ones-arms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/7564530736806629250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/7564530736806629250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2011/09/stretching-ones-arms.html' title='Stretching One&apos;s Arms'/><author><name>WSYJolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15290509748890214433</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/-xFJLuC7px04/TnBcreZ0E3I/AAAAAAAABsM/GFZrGzVSW4M/s72-c/BlogPic11.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450248892268158846.post-6791069078247002900</id><published>2011-09-08T17:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T18:17:45.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zombie Fetish</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5IaY2ygekJI/TmiR1bh9bPI/AAAAAAAABsE/VxeAGrv3-OQ/s1600/Left4Dead.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 189px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5IaY2ygekJI/TmiR1bh9bPI/AAAAAAAABsE/VxeAGrv3-OQ/s400/Left4Dead.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649926079645576434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Pills here!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello everyone. It's been a long time since my last post. So, here I am again. This week seems a little free but Tuesday was a terror. Anyway, I wanted to talk about Left 4 Dead 2. My stress reliever! It's so awesome, you can see zombies' heads blasted off, bomb zombies, shoot your teammates, etc. At first I was pretty scared about playing this because I really hate pop ups (seeing something very sudden) but heck, this game is fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game isn't a very professional shooting game.. it is basically a stress reliever. Just spam click and you could kill many zombies at once. There are like special zombies which is lot harder to kill. There is hunter (it leaps at you), charger (charges at you and smashes you to a wall), smoker (drags you towards it and attacks), boomer (pukes at you which makes zombies attract to you), jockey (makes this irritating sound, leaps at your head), spitter (spits some kind of acid), and the rest I will explain below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, the most scary special zombie is the witch because she cries damn bloody loud and so freaking scary. You can hear her in the distance but can't see where she might be. She hits a lot of damage and looks really creepy. Best way to kill her is use a sniper and shoot her. When I played in a map, there were like more than 5 witches, it was so loud and everywhere I walked I could hear the cries. Killed me many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one is the super hard to kill and very annoying is tank. It's this zombie with huge muscles that throws rocks at you. It's damage is damn high and life too. It also hits you like a gorilla which deals a lot of damage. Best way to kill it is shooting it in a distance white running and dodging it's attacks. Tank doesn't come in groups because the makers know if it did, nobody could win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been playing this many times but I could never finish one whole campaign. In a campaign there could be 3 maps, 4 maps or 5 maps. 5 maps are the most common. It takes a long time to finish one map and to finish 5 is like killer. You can skip maps too but only noobs do it. (sorry noobs).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I forgot to introduce the people you can choose in the game. There are 3 males and a female. The female's name is Rochelle, a black woman who is very ordinary. One of the males is Nick, which I think is a doctor because he has a coat. Another is Coach, he is a black guy a little plump. The last one is Elllis which has an extremely annoying voice, abit squeaky and sounds very country-ish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In left 4 dead 1, you can choose different people. Personally, I like Bill because he looks like this ex-marine, cool old man who knows how to deal with guns and killing. He is really serious and pretty damn amazing. There is Francis who has tattoos and wears this biker jacket. Zoey is the only female and she is just ordinary. Lastly, there is Louis who is this black guy who looks like he went to work before he started killing zombies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I really recommend this game except if you don't like gore and zombies and excitement and scary sounds and guns and whatever that you don't like that this game has. But overall it's a cool zombie killing game. That will be all, cheers.&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/6450248892268158846-6791069078247002900?l=crazylittlememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/feeds/6791069078247002900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2011/09/zombie-fetish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/6791069078247002900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/6791069078247002900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2011/09/zombie-fetish.html' title='Zombie Fetish'/><author><name>WSYJolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15290509748890214433</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/-5IaY2ygekJI/TmiR1bh9bPI/AAAAAAAABsE/VxeAGrv3-OQ/s72-c/Left4Dead.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450248892268158846.post-4615088101494731397</id><published>2011-08-24T13:40:00.023+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T08:44:19.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STM Church Camp 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vMbKXFBzSuY/Tlg21552i0I/AAAAAAAABr0/9kVtpVFKJhY/s1600/100_0566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vMbKXFBzSuY/Tlg21552i0I/AAAAAAAABr0/9kVtpVFKJhY/s400/100_0566.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645322432613354306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God Of The Moon and Stars."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello everyone. These are the pictures of my church camp. I really didn't want to go, honestly. But thank God, we didn't cry as much compared to last year. We laughed like crazy, it was epic. Martin Jalleh is the best! I really like the picture up there, can see the cross. And yes, we were at KL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TdHhk9MZExU/TlSS5W0ZghI/AAAAAAAABrs/HO-vyJ7TGvo/s1600/100_0556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TdHhk9MZExU/TlSS5W0ZghI/AAAAAAAABrs/HO-vyJ7TGvo/s400/100_0556.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644297747077628434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Felicianna (right). I known her since Form 1 but not so close. She was my sitting partner in the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L2dzDIWQt6M/TlSSt54J83I/AAAAAAAABrk/I2r7-41mBGc/s1600/100_0557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L2dzDIWQt6M/TlSSt54J83I/AAAAAAAABrk/I2r7-41mBGc/s400/100_0557.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644297550330196850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finally arrived, had to check in. This is Janice (left) and I think you all know who Michelle is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gRyATQ5hLiI/TlSSkarCzcI/AAAAAAAABrc/ir_IsaTSJvE/s1600/100_0558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gRyATQ5hLiI/TlSSkarCzcI/AAAAAAAABrc/ir_IsaTSJvE/s400/100_0558.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644297387334880706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Julia (left) and Jan Marie (right). They are extremely nice and easy to talk to. I usually talk to Julia during Sunday School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dtgSBe6wdtE/TlSSGI7XfyI/AAAAAAAABrU/9V0xb3Qebtc/s1600/100_0559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dtgSBe6wdtE/TlSSGI7XfyI/AAAAAAAABrU/9V0xb3Qebtc/s400/100_0559.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644296867175431970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eh, finally in our dorms. By the way, it was the same place as last year (shame). Both are Michelles. The one with short hair is Michelle Tong and the other Michelle Chin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KXq5H4lzebQ/TlSRLFoQwLI/AAAAAAAABrM/ssv4CWsNmnU/s1600/100_0560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KXq5H4lzebQ/TlSRLFoQwLI/AAAAAAAABrM/ssv4CWsNmnU/s400/100_0560.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644295852677710002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have some fun before talk starts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RY_cpbSOE8I/TlSRB2NVTGI/AAAAAAAABrE/U-lNy6Nlr9Q/s1600/100_0561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RY_cpbSOE8I/TlSRB2NVTGI/AAAAAAAABrE/U-lNy6Nlr9Q/s400/100_0561.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644295693919407202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's really dark. Not to be offensive or racist but I can't see Felicianna!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i-RfDRzwe6g/TlSQ2DW7vFI/AAAAAAAABq8/px0qpz0DE5E/s1600/100_0562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i-RfDRzwe6g/TlSQ2DW7vFI/AAAAAAAABq8/px0qpz0DE5E/s400/100_0562.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644295491290905682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I tried to join in, epic fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HkuI752d7r0/TlSQxHenhbI/AAAAAAAABq0/tSuoymnLxN4/s1600/100_0563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HkuI752d7r0/TlSQxHenhbI/AAAAAAAABq0/tSuoymnLxN4/s400/100_0563.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644295406497531314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The girl on top is Lesley, she is so pretty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZeWIQEbrXo/TlSQSY7OytI/AAAAAAAABqs/7ep9ZhyV9sE/s1600/100_0565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1ZeWIQEbrXo/TlSQSY7OytI/AAAAAAAABqs/7ep9ZhyV9sE/s400/100_0565.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644294878605003474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;LOL at Michelle's kissy face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LVX9qIkmoPA/TlSQLu_o5RI/AAAAAAAABqk/yauMNQthE5U/s1600/100_0567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LVX9qIkmoPA/TlSQLu_o5RI/AAAAAAAABqk/yauMNQthE5U/s400/100_0567.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644294764269987090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The talk is about to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JEKpO-51dOU/TlSQF_Y2KqI/AAAAAAAABqc/AZ6pEwWkhN0/s1600/100_0568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JEKpO-51dOU/TlSQF_Y2KqI/AAAAAAAABqc/AZ6pEwWkhN0/s400/100_0568.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644294665591466658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A lot of people brought in their jackets because it was so cold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ch9T8qDdGFM/TlSP8PnnLVI/AAAAAAAABqU/NZYDP7TshKQ/s1600/100_0569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ch9T8qDdGFM/TlSP8PnnLVI/AAAAAAAABqU/NZYDP7TshKQ/s400/100_0569.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644294498149674322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Okay, another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vwXwMMQ5qiw/TlSP1bXnZ_I/AAAAAAAABqM/IGcSpCvKQ-w/s1600/100_0570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vwXwMMQ5qiw/TlSP1bXnZ_I/AAAAAAAABqM/IGcSpCvKQ-w/s400/100_0570.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644294381044721650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Rekashini.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5o1s6IbmDAE/TlSPqb-uz0I/AAAAAAAABqE/thgrOlUMbkU/s1600/100_0571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5o1s6IbmDAE/TlSPqb-uz0I/AAAAAAAABqE/thgrOlUMbkU/s400/100_0571.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644294192230223682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Back to our dorms. Around sleeping time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_pHjR_shLN4/TlSPkTyjSzI/AAAAAAAABp8/nDq57OQzNF0/s1600/100_0572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_pHjR_shLN4/TlSPkTyjSzI/AAAAAAAABp8/nDq57OQzNF0/s400/100_0572.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644294086952438578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is me. Michelle Tong took some random pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s7wV7grfWFY/TlSPdDYD-hI/AAAAAAAABp0/HfO4c0DPSjs/s1600/100_0574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s7wV7grfWFY/TlSPdDYD-hI/AAAAAAAABp0/HfO4c0DPSjs/s400/100_0574.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644293962287282706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another random picture by Michelle Tong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K3INayHJujY/TlSPTVrJoxI/AAAAAAAABps/tD9ZlH3Kevo/s1600/100_0576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K3INayHJujY/TlSPTVrJoxI/AAAAAAAABps/tD9ZlH3Kevo/s400/100_0576.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644293795400491794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yay~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hqAdlpVbGeg/TlSPLTfvQEI/AAAAAAAABpk/PsyUzoyayLk/s1600/100_0578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hqAdlpVbGeg/TlSPLTfvQEI/AAAAAAAABpk/PsyUzoyayLk/s400/100_0578.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644293657376800834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Very blur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JRRLOgDL-ow/TlSPEloQ3XI/AAAAAAAABpc/H5jtLjxsQ7I/s1600/100_0579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JRRLOgDL-ow/TlSPEloQ3XI/AAAAAAAABpc/H5jtLjxsQ7I/s400/100_0579.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644293541985312114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cam-whoring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6aAL-J-j5nY/TlSO67HN6sI/AAAAAAAABpU/iRfuZsvahUY/s1600/100_0580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6aAL-J-j5nY/TlSO67HN6sI/AAAAAAAABpU/iRfuZsvahUY/s400/100_0580.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644293375953595074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We're back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, those are the brief comments and pictures. I just wanna tell you about what happened during the camp. It was kinda cool, I mean our speaker (Martin) is awesome. He is so funny and we really laughed until our stomachs ache. There are times when his videos are really touching but he doesn't make us cry like crazy and became damn emotional. Which is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During inner healing, I freaking cried like mad. Well, this year isn't the best year I ever had, heck, it was the worst. I kept thinking of how lonely I felt in my class because all my ex classmates and friends weren't there. I had to make new ones or just talk to my not-so-close ones. It was torture. I thought I overcame my problem, I really did. Now, I realize what a weak mind I have. If I want to be a psychologist, I have to deal with my own problems. Spiritual or non spiritual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The games was quite fun even though we didn't play much. We had like an exercise outside the building which is awesome. I ran like mad, I felt so alive rather than staying inside that building. Anyway, we played a game, group game. My group was Deyanna, Natalia, Aiswaria, Gabriel, Nicholas, Arthur and me. First, we must have 3 limps, 2 with no arms and 2 mutes. I and Deyanna was the one with no arms, the guys were all limps and Natalia and Deyanna were mutes. So, first game was we had to translate the "Our Father" to malay. Guess what? We cheated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second game was there will be one long string on the floor. All the group members have to step on the string. The rule is no speaking and no getting out of the line. Our aim was to, from the left the eldest to the youngest. We were all the same age but different months. It was a bit difficult because we couldn't get out of the lines and we couldn't speak. I would like to say it's so freaking touchy. The girls and guys had to touch each other like crazy. Trust me, it wasn't a pleasant sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had group activities indoors, it is the same group except Brian was our new addition. The game was, we were suppose to form a circle and hold each other's hands. But you can't hold the same person's hands with both of your hands. Therefore, you must hold 2 people's hand. So I held Gabriel and Brian's hands. Our main aim was untangle the tangle we made. Firstly, my face was so close to Deyanna's ass. It was disgusting. It's very touchy and there are a lot of body contact, but overall it's fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we had to form shapes using our bodies but we can't speak a word nor whisper. We must do as many shapes as possible. It was a little chaotic, but our aim is to follow the group leader. So it wasn't so bad. Let's just say, this kind of group games, brought us closer to one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last game, it was indoors and no more groups. We form a huge circle with chairs and sit down. There will be a person in the middle giving instructions like example, "those with hairbands." Once that is said, those with hairbands have to run to another person's seat and that also includes the one that gave the instructions. So eventually, someone won't have a seat. It will keep on going and going. It was so much fun, we ran everywhere. I sat beside Gabriel 3 times. Also, I collided with one of the guys, it was so painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is one more thing I want to talk about but I will do it in another post. As for now, ta ta.&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/6450248892268158846-4615088101494731397?l=crazylittlememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/feeds/4615088101494731397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2011/08/stm-church-camp-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/4615088101494731397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/4615088101494731397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2011/08/stm-church-camp-2011.html' title='STM Church Camp 2011'/><author><name>WSYJolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15290509748890214433</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/-vMbKXFBzSuY/Tlg21552i0I/AAAAAAAABr0/9kVtpVFKJhY/s72-c/100_0566.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450248892268158846.post-2151116591896467255</id><published>2011-08-17T16:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T17:17:14.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pottermore</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AGyc_14qLKU/TkuBrZNkIdI/AAAAAAAABpM/WIxMh2VGraQ/s1600/BlogPic10.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AGyc_14qLKU/TkuBrZNkIdI/AAAAAAAABpM/WIxMh2VGraQ/s400/BlogPic10.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641745540713816530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"You might belong in Gryffindor,&lt;br /&gt;			Where dwell the brave at heart,&lt;br /&gt;			Their daring, nerve and chivalry&lt;br /&gt;			Set Gryffindors apart;&lt;br /&gt;			You might belong in Hufflepuff,&lt;br /&gt;			Where they are just and loyal,&lt;br /&gt;			Those patient Hufflepuffs are true&lt;br /&gt;			And unafraid of toil;&lt;br /&gt;			Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,&lt;br /&gt;			If you've a steady mind,&lt;br /&gt;			Where those of wit and learning,&lt;br /&gt;			Will always find their kind;&lt;br /&gt;			Or perhaps in Slytherin&lt;br /&gt;			You'll make your real friends,&lt;br /&gt;			Those cunning folk use any means&lt;br /&gt;			To achieve their ends."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I'm sorry but this post is about all things Harry Potter! Let me just say, if it weren't for the loneliness I felt this year, I would have never read Harry Potter. It is an extraordinary book and whoever have the guts to say Twilight is better, you better watch out. Or I might ask you to go to an optician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, let's see. Harry Potter is a must read book, it's so amazing until my brother read it more than 20 times for each book. Maybe more for some books and less for others. I read twice for each book. Trust me, once you laid your eyes for the first book, you will want more. My first reaction was "It's so thick!", my brother told me to trust him. Then, when I read, I realized it wasn't enough. It's an amazing book, J.K. Rowling did a extremely good job writing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really interesting and very well detailed which is difficult to find in most book. But the thing that sets Harry Potter from other books is the storyline. I mean, it's genius! It's fantastic! J.K. Rowling made history. Harry Potter is the kind of book, where you want to jump off from your chair because of the excitement. I'm serious. Don't believe me? Go and get yourself the whole series of Harry Potter and read it. Then we will see what you answer will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you, I'm pretty sure.. have seen the movie but never read the book. You are missing out, big time my friend. The movie sucks, alright.. if I got to say then it's JUST okay. The book is one billion times better than the movie. Firstly, the movie uses only a small tip of the book. Secondly, the acting isn't so great. Thirdly, it can be very misleading at times. Lastly, I don't get the movie if I don't read the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, enough convincing. I have taken some Harry Potter quizzes in the internet (Yes, I'm a Potterfreak). I got sorted into Hufflepuff from one of the longest Sorting Hat quizzes there is. I'm pretty happy with my results but many people say Hufflepuffs sucks. So, what? Anyway, I took one quiz about wands. It's also one of the longest wand quizzes there is! I got Oak, core is dragon heartstring, the length is 8 1/2 inches. Another quiz I took was regarding a Patronus. I got phoenix and I am extremely happy. The reason is, I love anything that flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's enough of my Harry Potter fan mode. Goodbye. P.S. Beware of Twihards *cough*&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/6450248892268158846-2151116591896467255?l=crazylittlememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/feeds/2151116591896467255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2011/08/pottermore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/2151116591896467255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/2151116591896467255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2011/08/pottermore.html' title='Pottermore'/><author><name>WSYJolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15290509748890214433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AGyc_14qLKU/TkuBrZNkIdI/AAAAAAAABpM/WIxMh2VGraQ/s72-c/BlogPic10.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450248892268158846.post-8527561249299201164</id><published>2011-08-16T13:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T13:40:40.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Too Long Ago..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wxzkDBHu8aM/Tkn-Ga6Q9BI/AAAAAAAABok/tCLARV-ve94/s1600/BlogPic8.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wxzkDBHu8aM/Tkn-Ga6Q9BI/AAAAAAAABok/tCLARV-ve94/s400/BlogPic8.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641319394514629650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Sometimes going back to the past isn't so bad."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello everyone! After all these months, I just realized something. I just realized that I should have posted more about my day rather than what I think. I miss the joy of writing about my days (as you can see, I haven't so far). So far, (as you would have noticed) I have been yakking about things I disagree and as far as I know, I disagree on doing this. I will promise you to keep you updated on my daily activities as well if I have found new interest or something good to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me bring you up to speed. I am officially not in the same class as my dearest friends. If you would read my older post, I kept mentioning the names Shan and Jose. Yes, they are my friends. So anyway, when I came into my new class. I felt extremely lonely, I wanted to cry and stomped my feet (in a childish manner). I really felt like an outcast. Then, during a moral lesson. I met Cassandra (Cass) in Shan's and Jose's class. She gave me a leap of excitement and moral quickly became my favourite subject. And then, it was all over. Moral became a subject that you couldn't combine class. Which means, I couldn't see Cass anymore because she was in different class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I showed my temper, hate and whatever you think that is stressing me out. I have no friends, no classmates nor even people I know. Then Jacyln came into my class, as she transferred from the Arts class to mine (Sub-science). We quickly became close classmate buddies. Still, I haven't spoken  to my new classmates as I was still extremely frustrated by the fact that I knew nobody (besides Jacyln). To be honest, I was in hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacyln and me dared each other to talk to our new classmates. Let me just say, its embarassing and stupid. It's no use. I got to admit something, they and me are different. Reason is, I am english educated and they are chinese educated. If you don't know, I am a chinese that can't speak her own mother tongue. So, I can't communicate with them. If I would be so blunt, that fully and ultimately sucks. I wanted to learn mandarin but due to hate and ignorance I decided to live my life as a banana (inside white outside yellow (chinese)).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still find it hard to communicate with them and I expect them to be the same as me. But whatever it is, I have made new classmate buddies but I still feel lonely most of the time. During the times when I was alone and nobody to talk with in my class, I grew an interest to reading. I tell you this now, I hate reading books last time. See, from hate to like its a huge thing. Now, you can tell how lonely I felt. I will talk about books next time. Pardon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That pretty sums up the whole year of neglecting my blog. If you didn't know, I still am friends with Shan and Jose but I learned that sometimes I have to go live my life too. It's pretty hard to accept your fate but now, I learned that I have to. This year, I have met with Nikie (Shan and Jose classmate) and we quickly became friends. I also got another group of friends (The Benchpress Guild). It's a bunch of people who have the similar interest in me such as drawing and writing stories (and playing computer games). Or you can say that it's Cass friends. I have finally broken my chain of having a group of friends. Now, I have two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you asked me whether I like this year. I would bluntly say no. However, I have learned a lot about myself this year and I have made plently of close friends who are very dear to me. I would admit that I totally hate my class (and I still have a little bit hate). I just wish I will quickly finish off school (although I still prefer not to) and go off to college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, about today... Jacyln is sick (get well soon) and she didn't come to school. My whole free period time, I read my book. I feel kinda bad for not communicating with the neighbors around me, but I would prefer to read while I do not intend to talk but talk when I feel like talking. Today was a pretty boring day. I will totally complain about my teachers in another post. But for now, it's goodbye.&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/6450248892268158846-8527561249299201164?l=crazylittlememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/feeds/8527561249299201164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2011/08/not-too-long-ago.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/8527561249299201164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/8527561249299201164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2011/08/not-too-long-ago.html' title='Not Too Long Ago..'/><author><name>WSYJolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15290509748890214433</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/-wxzkDBHu8aM/Tkn-Ga6Q9BI/AAAAAAAABok/tCLARV-ve94/s72-c/BlogPic8.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450248892268158846.post-4041497440816976393</id><published>2011-07-27T16:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T16:28:42.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready As I'll Ever Be</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qzqoVCjOIjA/Ti_H7-h2W_I/AAAAAAAABoA/EizbTe0CL68/s1600/BlogPic7.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qzqoVCjOIjA/Ti_H7-h2W_I/AAAAAAAABoA/EizbTe0CL68/s400/BlogPic7.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633941492074961906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Get ready before it's too late."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah, I knew this would happen. Falling for a guy I can't have. Anyway, I wasn't obsessed about him just a crush. It doesn't matter, I wasn't a total love addict that time. He likes that girl, I'm cool with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I haven't been writing about me and my day. Well, everyday is the same. Dull.. a little fun but sometimes plain stupid. Test is coming up, next week. Haven't prepared.. haven't studied. I feel lazy, well because I am lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my old class. My class this year isn't as fun as last year and it's whole lot different. If I didn't have Jacyln in my class, I'll die.. literally. Thank God my other buddies are still keeping in touch. I have made lots of friends this year. Lots! They are really good friends although I lost two very close ones. But it doesn't matter. Sometimes to live, you must act like you don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.. it's kinda weird now. I mean, I haven't been updating with my blog with day rantings and about my day nowadays. I feel weird when I rewrite it back. Well, this is the true purpose of the blog, to me. It's good to be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you haven't realized, I have deleted my links (buddies and blog buddies). The reason is everyone is really inactive but to be honest, I miss reading their blogs. Well, if people still read my blog, link your blog here, it will be great if I can go back to my usual blogging life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you haven't been noticing. I am now in Form 4. Sub-science stream (Accounts). After 3 years with my beloved class, it all ended this year when I finally moved on to Form 4. I hate my current class because I am the only one that was in 3 Gigih last year. Sad? Yea. I know. I hate school (you probably realized already). When I'm in college, I will pick ICPU as a pre-U. Psychology is what I want to learn after pre-U. I want to have as many degrees as I possibly can and go further if I truly adore what I study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I choose psychology is because, I had a problem last time. It really is scary and the worst part is I do not know what it is. I searched the internet and couldn't find the problem and cure. I was depressed and felt like my world is crumbling before me. The only way I could describe it was like... you feel yourself going mad, every sound you hear seems to be echoing, your heart beats like crazy, you can feel your head spinning, you feel like shutting your ears and hiding in a corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, one day. I told myself very strictly that I won't be mentally unstable and this will never happen again. Well, what happened next was a little different. I stopped it for a few weeks but eventually it started again. The feeling wasn't really terrible and it didn't really last for long. But I continued, and now its been 4 months since it happened. I hope I get to control whatever it is. I know realized how powerful the mind is. My views, my character changed.. for the better or not it just did. Now, psychology has been my life and will always be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's enough blabber. Time to study. Goodbye. Good luck to all students!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/USER/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.png" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450248892268158846-4041497440816976393?l=crazylittlememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/feeds/4041497440816976393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2011/07/ready-as-ill-ever-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/4041497440816976393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/4041497440816976393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2011/07/ready-as-ill-ever-be.html' title='Ready As I&apos;ll Ever Be'/><author><name>WSYJolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15290509748890214433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qzqoVCjOIjA/Ti_H7-h2W_I/AAAAAAAABoA/EizbTe0CL68/s72-c/BlogPic7.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450248892268158846.post-7913574928194533860</id><published>2011-07-26T20:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T20:41:49.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Patches Of A Rainbow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cw946qqWpLw/Ti6v6xGSHoI/AAAAAAAABn4/AHjf4sce8rQ/s1600/BlogPic6.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 185px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cw946qqWpLw/Ti6v6xGSHoI/AAAAAAAABn4/AHjf4sce8rQ/s400/BlogPic6.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633633608034033282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"There is nothing to look forward to if your heart isn't in it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, hi... Life is really dull this year. There is nothing to look forward to, and it seems like I am in a boat without any sails, just letting the tide take me away. Sigh.... I bet you will be so bored when you read this post. I'll try to make it more.. interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said before, I will maybe continue the I-hate-religion-topic. Yes, I will. In this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so. It's going to be boring. Anyway, like I said earlier, I was born as a Catholic, brought up as a Catholic but I disagree with Catholics. I mean, I disagree with religion. Some people say it's good to have a religion because it teaches you some good values. Well, yes.. that IS true but they teach you other junks too. Not everything has a good point without a bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday school... I am sorry to say but I extremely hate going to Sunday school. Everything they teach us seemed so wrong, to me. "Lady Gaga is very weird, and the internet has been spreading that she is a satanist. I watched the videos, it's crazy. Now, I try to keep myself away from her music." I got to admit, it's not exactly what he said, but close especially the ending. I mean, what the holy shit. This shows how fanatic this guy can be, don't get me wrong but read it again! Just because someone has different views than you doesn't mean you can kick them aside. It's her choice, and they are just rumors! Even if it's true, I wouldn't give a shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Television is evil... movies are evil... internet is evil... it corrupts you." Whatever this guy said, corrupted me instead of those non-living things. It's pretty clear what he tried to say, those murder scenes, killing scenes, sex scenes too. You know, I have a hunch that what he was trying to say, wasn't very clear. Not everything is evil, if you say it is, then you think it is. Mind over matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not trust the bible. I know that line will probably make everyone hate me. But so what? This is my blog, I write what I want and believe what I want to believe. Yes, I repeat.. I do not trust the bible. Firstly, the bible has been written since God-knows-when. Also, it has been translated into God-knows-how-many languages. There is a huge huge chance, that it might be translated wrongly.... falsely written and so on. Heck, maybe some of the pages are missing! Oh and, it wasn't written by God, for your info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make believed sins, that were never written in the 10 commandments. You know, to be honest.. the ten commandments... isn't specific. I mean, what happens, for example. Mr A is a policeman and Mr B is a bank robber. It has been reported that Mr B stole from a bank and now all the policemen surrounded that area. If Mr B killed many hostages, and Mr A killed him... is that a sin? Is it? This question can never be answered by anyone (besides God himself). It only said "Thou Shall Not Kill."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one, I went to a pre-confirmation camp. Well, they really meant it when they said you will learn something. Yes, in fact I did. I learned that religion is a brainwashing machine that sucks followers to join their fanatic club. Okay, maybe that was a little rude. I'm sorry, but that is what I believe. Anyway, they told us some of the examples of sin, one of them includes that listening to music that are rough and obscene is a sin. Firstly, you-are-crazy. This kind of music influences people to join the bad side, and they call it "devil's work". LIKE OH MY GOSH, SERIOUSLY? Music is music, whether it turns you into some kind of psychotic hypocrite that's really up to you to decide. Mind over matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one, "No Tattoos/Piercings." This is when I totally flipped out. So basically, you are saying that people who did those kind of things, (even at the ears) are sinning? If that is not what you meant, then tell us, TELL us what you are trying to say and say it clearly. Oh, I forgot.. it's too late. Now, you corrupted everybody's heads. I asked my group leader one day, he said that our bodies are our temples. I got to tell you, if you got that from the bible, I totally won't agree with you. I'm getting a tattoo no matter what, I want something meaningful... that is permanent and I get to carry it along no matter where I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, all of you are like visually choking me right now. So, let me add that I do believe in God. I worship Him, and I love Him. I'll do what I know is right, and I will ignore what I know is wrong. If you say religion is everything, and that those people who don't have a religion is "bad". Then, screw you. You are so simple-minded. Please, be a little open-minded and accept the fact that everyone is not like you. If you have a little problem with what I am trying to say/don't understand/clearing up some facts/or just totally hate me. Go ahead, comment in this post. I love comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That will be all, thank you.&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/6450248892268158846-7913574928194533860?l=crazylittlememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/feeds/7913574928194533860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2011/07/patches-of-rainbow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/7913574928194533860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/7913574928194533860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2011/07/patches-of-rainbow.html' title='Patches Of A Rainbow'/><author><name>WSYJolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15290509748890214433</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/-Cw946qqWpLw/Ti6v6xGSHoI/AAAAAAAABn4/AHjf4sce8rQ/s72-c/BlogPic6.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450248892268158846.post-2851330545362189600</id><published>2011-07-07T21:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T21:48:05.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dire Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8U4c2ZnckHc/ThW0vswF6-I/AAAAAAAABnw/ohY5p89p3LU/s1600/BlogPic5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8U4c2ZnckHc/ThW0vswF6-I/AAAAAAAABnw/ohY5p89p3LU/s400/BlogPic5.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626602041029028834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"It's like a battlefield up there."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the oh-so-long-never-post routine. I just... sigh, I really don't know what to say. Broke my promise again. Really sorry. Anyway, let's get back to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just say being a teenager is not easy. Besides physical changes, I'm talking about mental changes. I keep changing music genres and keep trying to stand out and fit in. Sometimes when someone say that they are being themselves, they are not. I believe no such thing. I don't know whether it's right for me to say, but I'm different. I believe in so many different views, it's mind-boggling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I have a different views on religion. Before you read on, I would say that it may be a sensitive topic to talk about but here goes... I was born a Catholic, brought up in a Catholic family and basically, I know what I need to know as a Catholic. But sometimes I just don't agree in so many things Catholics do. It's those rules. That I would clearly say "man-made". Maybe, I will talking about this religion thing in another topic. Let's just to the point, I believe in the Creator but I do not like authorized religion. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, it's this off and on thing I have. Like, when I like something, I really really love it but then after awhile. I totally lose interest. It's kinda of my bad habit but anyway, I try not to lose interest in it. The only thing that I didn't lose interest after a long time is my computer. I love my computer too much, 'nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, this whole change-interest kinda thing. When I was younger, I really really hated reading books. Like if you ask me to read something, I would totally say no. I would seriously avoid books at all cost. But then, this year. I started liking books, wait, no. I love books. Reading has seriously grew on me. It's so darn fascinating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, this whole-mood-problem problem. I can change my mood like almost immediately. When, I get angry because of my class, then when I mix with my friends is like the anger is all gone or vice versa. Sometimes I feel like crying my heart out or just want to be extremely cheerful and smile the whole time. Weird, I know. Or maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion is, teenagers ARE weird. Yea, this is a well-known fact, made by me. Can't accept it? Too bad. Well, that's all the chatter. See-ya.&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/6450248892268158846-2851330545362189600?l=crazylittlememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/feeds/2851330545362189600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2011/07/dire-times.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/2851330545362189600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/2851330545362189600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2011/07/dire-times.html' title='Dire Times'/><author><name>WSYJolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15290509748890214433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8U4c2ZnckHc/ThW0vswF6-I/AAAAAAAABnw/ohY5p89p3LU/s72-c/BlogPic5.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450248892268158846.post-3983914171773341201</id><published>2011-05-27T22:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T18:42:03.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Opening One's Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"The two roses of the same colour are similar yet somehow different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tq7xntYYwzc/Td-zKRHN7QI/AAAAAAAABlU/1vx8lRsLNcU/s1600/BlogPic4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tq7xntYYwzc/Td-zKRHN7QI/AAAAAAAABlU/1vx8lRsLNcU/s400/BlogPic4.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611400649700666626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Walking in, I could feel the heat in my face, embarrassment or anger, I couldn't decide. Took the usual seat, at the far end. Trapped, surrounded and alone. Unfamiliar faces I see, everyday when I'm here. Missing the sound of laughter, happiness and craziness. The sore tantrum pounding in my eyes, regret. The language which seems alien, is what I hear in the days of my sorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The similar features but totally different worlds. Their personality, like the sea and the land, are close but never together. Everyday I wonder, regretting the day when I stepped in, unfamiliar faces and poison to the tongue. They welcome only their own, but step on those who are different. Different, is what I call myself or in other terms, unique.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They insult me for being myself, for doing things that I am good at, and for standing up on what I believe. Yet, I put on a mask to show what I am lying but never truly believe in. Honesty, the word I lie to myself everyday for comfort and faith. Yet somehow I manage to spread the news but make sure to leave out the details.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lonely, is that the word I have learnt after I stepped in this human-made hell. I never believe I could truly face it, until the day comes. On the other hand, I discovered hidden talents that once was never mine. The joy of doing something, I didn't know I would like. Myself? I wonder, the question remains a question without the rightful answer. Two more years....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. Hello everyone. Well, wondering what is that? I may tell you or.. maybe not. We will see when the day comes. But for now, I leave it as it is. A story or the truth? What does it truly mean? Decide it for yourself. Let's just say, it is just a post from a blogger.&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/6450248892268158846-3983914171773341201?l=crazylittlememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/feeds/3983914171773341201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2011/05/opening-ones-eyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/3983914171773341201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/3983914171773341201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2011/05/opening-ones-eyes.html' title='Opening One&apos;s Eyes'/><author><name>WSYJolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15290509748890214433</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/-tq7xntYYwzc/Td-zKRHN7QI/AAAAAAAABlU/1vx8lRsLNcU/s72-c/BlogPic4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450248892268158846.post-7442156200350452583</id><published>2011-05-27T19:56:00.017+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T20:29:36.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Experimenting the Experiment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Friends are so easy to be forgotten but enemies are difficult to forget."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello everyone. It's the holidays. See, I kept my promise. I promised that I will blog back once my test is over or holiday comes. Well, it isn't actually a holiday today, I just skipped school. Wait, I am sorry I meant, we. Anyway, today we went to Subang Parade~ Their class, not mine, I repeat not mine, are doing layered drinks, jelly and chocolate with marshmallow for carnival. Carnival should be around July. So, I just came with them for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--tkGlA6FuIQ/Td-WORGLnyI/AAAAAAAABkk/TNcZYNhZw3Y/s1600/100_0509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--tkGlA6FuIQ/Td-WORGLnyI/AAAAAAAABkk/TNcZYNhZw3Y/s400/100_0509.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611368832578592546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nikie! The new addition to our group! The "wild", "horny", "crazy" one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lBwbsu14Ylg/Td-Ud65ga7I/AAAAAAAABkU/mJZf4GwT_t4/s1600/100_0510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lBwbsu14Ylg/Td-Ud65ga7I/AAAAAAAABkU/mJZf4GwT_t4/s400/100_0510.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611366902474501042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In Subang Parade~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3G5SufYdUcM/Td-UawKjXqI/AAAAAAAABkM/U2gGf2mf7vs/s1600/100_0511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3G5SufYdUcM/Td-UawKjXqI/AAAAAAAABkM/U2gGf2mf7vs/s400/100_0511.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611366848053599906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look, it's my lunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mcQugca_DoQ/Td-UXKhPr6I/AAAAAAAABkE/Ge5vrPHG00k/s1600/100_0512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mcQugca_DoQ/Td-UXKhPr6I/AAAAAAAABkE/Ge5vrPHG00k/s400/100_0512.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611366786408624034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;By the way, Nikie's shirt said, "Kiss My Ass!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--BZ5g8QfIng/Td-UTu6F8MI/AAAAAAAABj8/Eo8_kXM9o1s/s1600/100_0513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--BZ5g8QfIng/Td-UTu6F8MI/AAAAAAAABj8/Eo8_kXM9o1s/s400/100_0513.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611366727457042626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What's so funny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rb5wFfNBtQ0/Td-UQWW5nUI/AAAAAAAABj0/gGfxQgjfCc0/s1600/100_0514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rb5wFfNBtQ0/Td-UQWW5nUI/AAAAAAAABj0/gGfxQgjfCc0/s400/100_0514.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611366669327375682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nikie's lunch. It's in a huge portion. Even for a big eater she couldn't finish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HpsoWB3h8dQ/Td-ULBzap8I/AAAAAAAABjs/i_BMu9b56Y4/s1600/100_0516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HpsoWB3h8dQ/Td-ULBzap8I/AAAAAAAABjs/i_BMu9b56Y4/s400/100_0516.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611366577910491074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the way to Shan's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o30tKg2qc4k/Td-UHY599TI/AAAAAAAABjk/alcan0E2xWo/s1600/100_0517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o30tKg2qc4k/Td-UHY599TI/AAAAAAAABjk/alcan0E2xWo/s400/100_0517.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611366515392509234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, Jose brought the Left 4 Dead CD for Shan to download. Then, we played it. Actually, Jose played it, we three watched. All of us were swearing, laughing, choking and screaming when we played the game. It's not very scary, sometimes zombies just pop up, which shocks us. It was very funny because Nikie was swearing the whole time. I also helped Shan download Minecraft Beta 1.6.4. The latest version!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the awesome fun, we experiment on the taste and looks of their carnival food. So, here are some of the results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oWr9NavHdX8/Td-UB8sPyfI/AAAAAAAABjc/u39XKyEgkHo/s1600/100_0519.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oWr9NavHdX8/Td-UB8sPyfI/AAAAAAAABjc/u39XKyEgkHo/s400/100_0519.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611366421919418866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Experiment # 3&lt;br /&gt;FAIL. Taste damn sweet, may look nice though. Jose made it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_R5oirMPR_0/Td-T-6lyZSI/AAAAAAAABjU/PXXHQUlq0ts/s1600/100_0522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_R5oirMPR_0/Td-T-6lyZSI/AAAAAAAABjU/PXXHQUlq0ts/s400/100_0522.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611366369815848226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Experiment #7&lt;br /&gt;A close pass but still a fail. Taste not bad, but trying to make it taste nicer. The orange was so concentrated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried so many times in so many cups. In the end, it didn't work. So, we moved on to the chocolate. Chocolate dried up very fast, and didn't taste nice. Then we ate it with ice cream which quickly harden but due to the melting ice cream. It tastes like shit. We didn't try the jelly. In the end, we went back early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, it was a pretty cool day. I hope the two weeks holiday will be awesome. Oh and by the way.... the modules was a huge fail. I only have 2! Some teachers were busy while some forgot. Good, I hope it will forever remain that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it. I will try to talk about my new class this year if you don't mind.&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/6450248892268158846-7442156200350452583?l=crazylittlememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/feeds/7442156200350452583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2011/05/experimenting-experiment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/7442156200350452583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/7442156200350452583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2011/05/experimenting-experiment.html' title='Experimenting the Experiment'/><author><name>WSYJolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15290509748890214433</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/--tkGlA6FuIQ/Td-WORGLnyI/AAAAAAAABkk/TNcZYNhZw3Y/s72-c/100_0509.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450248892268158846.post-8668020146168802006</id><published>2011-05-08T09:10:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T09:21:06.058+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reconstruction</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LnYMDnvrfP4/TcXuSncJ8iI/AAAAAAAABjE/1f8S66HwnPg/s1600/BlogPic1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 298px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LnYMDnvrfP4/TcXuSncJ8iI/AAAAAAAABjE/1f8S66HwnPg/s400/BlogPic1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604147314924581410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Put the pieces of life back to it's place."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello everyone. It is May 9th of 2011. Remember I said that I want to stop blogging? Well, I am back. Yes, I am but not so fast. Firstly, I want to reconstruct my whole blog. I am leaving the past but remembering it at the same time. I want to change everything except for the colour scheme which is red, black and white. I am not changing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I have test for like almost the whole month. I will be extremely busy. But I promise you this, I will be back. I will keep all my old post for you to read (and me). Memories are memories right? Even though it is bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today is Mother's Day. I would like to wish a very special mom (my mom) a very Happy Mother's Day. I love you so much! I also would like to wish all the very special mothers a very Happy Mother's Day! Those who have moms, make sure they are given the queen treatment! Oh you know, the shopping spree, facial, manicure and not to mention dramas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh to keep you up to date on what is happening on my life so far. I would like to say that I am really addicted to reading. I love reading. So far, I have read the full Harry Potter series by J.K. Rowling, The Rape of Nanking by Iris Chang, The Da Vinci Code, Digital Fortress by Dan Brown. I am currently reading Angels and Demons by Dan Brown. Really addicted. P.S. I love Dan Brown's books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, that will be all. Don't forget to see my grand reopening of my blog. I have to go for Sunday School now. Goodbye!&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/6450248892268158846-8668020146168802006?l=crazylittlememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/feeds/8668020146168802006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2011/05/reconstruction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/8668020146168802006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/8668020146168802006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2011/05/reconstruction.html' title='Reconstruction'/><author><name>WSYJolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15290509748890214433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LnYMDnvrfP4/TcXuSncJ8iI/AAAAAAAABjE/1f8S66HwnPg/s72-c/BlogPic1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450248892268158846.post-8774011905443577367</id><published>2011-01-19T20:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T20:29:19.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of Chapters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye everybody. I am officially (maybe unofficially) closing my blog. The reason why is because I have hardly time to blog. Also, I dont really feel like blogging anymore. I send my love and regards. I apologize. Extremely sorry. Maybe, and I mean, MAYBE. I will be back. So, I love you guys (some). Goodbye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE END&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Every great thing has an ending but everything has no end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450248892268158846-8774011905443577367?l=crazylittlememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/feeds/8774011905443577367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2011/01/end-of-chapters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/8774011905443577367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/8774011905443577367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2011/01/end-of-chapters.html' title='End of Chapters'/><author><name>WSYJolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15290509748890214433</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-6450248892268158846.post-8882029519057359875</id><published>2011-01-14T22:54:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T23:17:15.562+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Karma Police</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TTBlfS1t6MI/AAAAAAAABiU/gIQRBnQCMSI/s1600/Rainbow.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 337px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TTBlfS1t6MI/AAAAAAAABiU/gIQRBnQCMSI/s400/Rainbow.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562057128110057666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Karma police, arrest this man for he talks in SHITS."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello everybody. How is everybody doing this 2011? Me, I feel terrible but somehow pleased. I will tell you the whole story in another post. But, firstly, I would like to apologize for not posting up any pictures nor any post. I will promise you, that I will indeed be back to blog. Yay, right? Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, (actually I don't know when) but today is judgement day. Today, a special source told me that the person who broke my heart last time, let us call him Jerk. Okay, so Jerk like this girl right but guess what? She totally doesn't like him at all! Phuaha!! I am sorry for being mean but honestly, to Jerk. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU #&amp;amp;@(ING DESERVE IT&lt;/span&gt;. Although, I have to admit. What you did to me, was worst than what karma did to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After what you did to me in the years? Well, I know some of you are wondering. "Didn't you move on?". As a matter of fact, I did, in fact, move on. I am just tell you viewers, ladies and gents that karma is a true word. Karma is REAL. I got to admit, I believe it now. I totally believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to hate you or anything. But let me just say, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what goes up, MUST come down.&lt;/span&gt; You really deserve it. You shattered me and now you are shattered. Note to everyone, please be nice or else karma will be a pain in the butt and you know deep down, in you. That you deserve it. Thank you, my source!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that is it. I just wanna say what is in my heart not in my head. If you are reading, well you DO know who you are, Jerk. See, I even censored your name. Anyway, you really deserve it, that is all I am saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;-Once a heart is broken, somebody will have to pay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450248892268158846-8882029519057359875?l=crazylittlememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/feeds/8882029519057359875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2011/01/karma-police.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/8882029519057359875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/8882029519057359875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2011/01/karma-police.html' title='Karma Police'/><author><name>WSYJolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15290509748890214433</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/_4keG5RORwpU/TTBlfS1t6MI/AAAAAAAABiU/gIQRBnQCMSI/s72-c/Rainbow.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450248892268158846.post-8281035759546900941</id><published>2010-12-30T21:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T12:36:30.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello 2011, Bye 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hello everybody. It is 31st of December. I will rant about everything that happened this year and what I hope to happen next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Things to remember this year :-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1) The outings with my friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2) My first guitar practice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3) My electric guitar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4) Writing my first song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5) Had a wonderful experience with music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6) My brand new personality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;7) My written novels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;8) My new love for miniatures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;9) The holidays I went.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;10) Things I drew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;11) The jokes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;12) The good things I've learned.&lt;br /&gt;13) Learning from my mistakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;14) Learned brand new words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;15) Being in love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Things to forget this year :-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;1) The sadness and anger I felt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;2) Embarassing myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;3) Being rejected.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;4) Arguing with people I love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;5) Saying bad things about people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;6) Being sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;7) Suffering!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;8) The times I did projects.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2010 was not the best year for me. But it is the most memoriable because I have learnt things I couldn't in the other years. Every year there are for sure ups and downs. I hope 2011 will bring me something wonderful and amazing but most importantly give me happiness and health to my loved ones and myself. God bless us in 2011!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just want you to know before this is too late. Tell me something you couldn't tell me in 2010 but tell it to me on 2011. Confess! I will be waiting! Email me if you want to keep it private. I will also do so to somebody too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy New Year! Blessed 2011! HUUURRRRAAAAHHHH!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450248892268158846-8281035759546900941?l=crazylittlememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/feeds/8281035759546900941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/12/hello-2011-bye-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/8281035759546900941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/8281035759546900941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/12/hello-2011-bye-2010.html' title='Hello 2011, Bye 2010'/><author><name>WSYJolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15290509748890214433</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-6450248892268158846.post-8111098722562463152</id><published>2010-12-14T18:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T19:03:58.159+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clueless</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the question, I doubt anyway can answer this (except God). If you are a religious sort of type, then try to explain it to me. Btw, it is LOOONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God said in the 10 Commandments, "Thou shall not kill." but then if you are a policeman/policewoman and you have to gun down somebody who is bad. Is it a sin? Will they go to hell too? But here is the thing, you ARE doing good. Imagine if the world is full of criminals, it wont be good right? And if you dont kill them, and let them free they will start killing again. The bible doesnt state the answer to my question. Also, does that mean all the judges, policeman/policewoman goes to hell? It would be CLEARLY unfair, would it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one. What happen if you kill ants, mosquitoes or other pest. Isit a sin? Will you go to hell too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If possible, anyone out there that is viewing this post. Please reply me. Comment this post, will you? That would help me nicely. Thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450248892268158846-8111098722562463152?l=crazylittlememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/feeds/8111098722562463152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/12/clueless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/8111098722562463152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/8111098722562463152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/12/clueless.html' title='Clueless'/><author><name>WSYJolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15290509748890214433</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-6450248892268158846.post-2598209679892442098</id><published>2010-12-13T19:32:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T19:47:55.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hi again! This is the trip to sunway (quite recently). Yea, sorry for the wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TQYGZKIP5WI/AAAAAAAABhw/-GLtvakeBeA/s1600/100_0366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550130620066162018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TQYGZKIP5WI/AAAAAAAABhw/-GLtvakeBeA/s400/100_0366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Subway!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TQYGKq65ZuI/AAAAAAAABho/d6PE_cB3WpA/s1600/100_0367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550130371170494178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TQYGKq65ZuI/AAAAAAAABho/d6PE_cB3WpA/s400/100_0367.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We met Chui Pin and Wei Teng there, by the way xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TQYF7UcZbMI/AAAAAAAABhg/U2VFJ72z8Yg/s1600/100_0368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550130107438951618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TQYF7UcZbMI/AAAAAAAABhg/U2VFJ72z8Yg/s400/100_0368.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then we walked like crazy and went to eat Takoyaki. Well, I didnt eat though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TQYFtPM7xqI/AAAAAAAABhY/2qtaecf5-6g/s1600/100_0370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550129865513748130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TQYFtPM7xqI/AAAAAAAABhY/2qtaecf5-6g/s400/100_0370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yum! Octo-goodness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TQYFeSW9j6I/AAAAAAAABhQ/VEN53HPtKdw/s1600/100_0371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550129608663076770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TQYFeSW9j6I/AAAAAAAABhQ/VEN53HPtKdw/s400/100_0371.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Natasha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TQYFNOUHwMI/AAAAAAAABhI/fQFyrkBnxfc/s1600/100_0373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550129315519643842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TQYFNOUHwMI/AAAAAAAABhI/fQFyrkBnxfc/s400/100_0373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TQYFB_8WrrI/AAAAAAAABhA/vv0--hAAoB0/s1600/100_0375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550129122683301554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TQYFB_8WrrI/AAAAAAAABhA/vv0--hAAoB0/s400/100_0375.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was messy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TQYEz3BLMvI/AAAAAAAABg4/Pe9TJA0jD4g/s1600/100_0379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550128879769432818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TQYEz3BLMvI/AAAAAAAABg4/Pe9TJA0jD4g/s400/100_0379.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look! Somemore!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TQYEmIRXEVI/AAAAAAAABgw/oRpM1kuaYsM/s1600/100_0380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550128643882553682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TQYEmIRXEVI/AAAAAAAABgw/oRpM1kuaYsM/s400/100_0380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So we walked like few steps and reached the ice blended area. I didnt drink though. I just ate at Shihlin. I wasnt feeling really good because I was very tired. So, I hope I didnt spoil their fun. It was fun anyway. We went shopping (well, Nat did). I couldnt find any nice gifts for Christmas for my family. Maybe we will go there again. Someday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats all! See ya next time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450248892268158846-2598209679892442098?l=crazylittlememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/feeds/2598209679892442098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/12/happiness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/2598209679892442098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/2598209679892442098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/12/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>WSYJolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15290509748890214433</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/_4keG5RORwpU/TQYGZKIP5WI/AAAAAAAABhw/-GLtvakeBeA/s72-c/100_0366.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450248892268158846.post-7826119527546725187</id><published>2010-12-12T21:43:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T11:57:06.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurricane</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hello everyone. This trip was a long time ago but we went summit. There were alot of people there which is shocking because summit usually dont have much people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TQTVPMELiyI/AAAAAAAABgg/je0ocWLpH_U/s1600/100_0346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549795097740806946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TQTVPMELiyI/AAAAAAAABgg/je0ocWLpH_U/s400/100_0346.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; See. There was a popular sale and everyone was there. We wanted to see but there were too many people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TQTU_-EgjQI/AAAAAAAABgY/GQcxGrxi1Fc/s1600/100_0348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549794836286049538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TQTU_-EgjQI/AAAAAAAABgY/GQcxGrxi1Fc/s400/100_0348.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; See!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TQTUpPBOhzI/AAAAAAAABgQ/PQg0VDt_-dk/s1600/100_0349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549794445698697010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TQTUpPBOhzI/AAAAAAAABgQ/PQg0VDt_-dk/s400/100_0349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christmas decorations. So nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TQTUc5SE-eI/AAAAAAAABgI/m8RpjUlqXQU/s1600/100_0350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549794233705363938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TQTUc5SE-eI/AAAAAAAABgI/m8RpjUlqXQU/s400/100_0350.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TQTUQmqpI6I/AAAAAAAABgA/bNe1C3dnnto/s1600/100_0351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549794022549693346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TQTUQmqpI6I/AAAAAAAABgA/bNe1C3dnnto/s400/100_0351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yea.. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TQTT0_EBa_I/AAAAAAAABfw/IgCeaJw03d0/s1600/100_0353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549793548062256114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TQTT0_EBa_I/AAAAAAAABfw/IgCeaJw03d0/s400/100_0353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We ate at Wendy's for our lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TQTToUsQvNI/AAAAAAAABfo/MFuyTBH2Fqs/s1600/100_0356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549793330529877202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TQTToUsQvNI/AAAAAAAABfo/MFuyTBH2Fqs/s400/100_0356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then me and Jose ate waffles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TQTTcWzbUhI/AAAAAAAABfg/xJiNPxk3t2o/s1600/100_0357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549793124938371602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TQTTcWzbUhI/AAAAAAAABfg/xJiNPxk3t2o/s400/100_0357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then Jose and Shan ate at Shillin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TQTTRcHrlnI/AAAAAAAABfY/n8TQfr657Ew/s1600/100_0358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549792937386940018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TQTTRcHrlnI/AAAAAAAABfY/n8TQfr657Ew/s400/100_0358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TQTTGwYdR4I/AAAAAAAABfQ/E76pNqeCi6o/s1600/100_0359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549792753847453570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TQTTGwYdR4I/AAAAAAAABfQ/E76pNqeCi6o/s400/100_0359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I want one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TQTS3MbiAAI/AAAAAAAABfI/NiFODkOkD8I/s1600/100_0360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549792486498631682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TQTS3MbiAAI/AAAAAAAABfI/NiFODkOkD8I/s400/100_0360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Damn alot of people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TQTSoN4RutI/AAAAAAAABfA/Ev6SXoch--I/s1600/100_0363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549792229189597906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TQTSoN4RutI/AAAAAAAABfA/Ev6SXoch--I/s400/100_0363.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Abit blur but its nice. Right? Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TQTShgwdgmI/AAAAAAAABe4/uqCydLocYcU/s1600/100_0364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549792113998004834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TQTShgwdgmI/AAAAAAAABe4/uqCydLocYcU/s400/100_0364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at the freaking line!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450248892268158846-7826119527546725187?l=crazylittlememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/feeds/7826119527546725187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/12/hurricane.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/7826119527546725187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/7826119527546725187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/12/hurricane.html' title='Hurricane'/><author><name>WSYJolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15290509748890214433</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/_4keG5RORwpU/TQTVPMELiyI/AAAAAAAABgg/je0ocWLpH_U/s72-c/100_0346.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450248892268158846.post-8355376244063329667</id><published>2010-12-12T21:19:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T21:43:15.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>His Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Note : This pictures are all placed wrongly. If you want to see the correct part then read bottom till top.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is my bro's graduation. So it is basicly his day. Damn long ago. I was really lazy to upload and for a punishment I will do 3 posts in a row. This is the first. Oh and, some pictures I took while some my dad took.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TQTPssjKk8I/AAAAAAAABew/ep0aENdPhco/s1600/100_0345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549789007607141314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TQTPssjKk8I/AAAAAAAABew/ep0aENdPhco/s400/100_0345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yea! That is my bro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TQTPcvZrXUI/AAAAAAAABeo/VeFJ13_sWeY/s1600/100_0343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549788733494746434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TQTPcvZrXUI/AAAAAAAABeo/VeFJ13_sWeY/s400/100_0343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TQTO3DZEvaI/AAAAAAAABeQ/ny32ihtx2Dw/s1600/100_0336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549788086025895330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TQTO3DZEvaI/AAAAAAAABeQ/ny32ihtx2Dw/s400/100_0336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TQTOZaN2aqI/AAAAAAAABeA/VaqiVL5X4xY/s1600/100_0331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549787576756759202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TQTOZaN2aqI/AAAAAAAABeA/VaqiVL5X4xY/s400/100_0331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TQTONW4Ji2I/AAAAAAAABd4/rnfp8gS6Yes/s1600/100_0330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549787369702001506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TQTONW4Ji2I/AAAAAAAABd4/rnfp8gS6Yes/s400/100_0330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TQTN_QTe84I/AAAAAAAABdw/CsHD9n6WY6o/s1600/100_0329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549787127419433858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TQTN_QTe84I/AAAAAAAABdw/CsHD9n6WY6o/s400/100_0329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TQTNyeKj9AI/AAAAAAAABdo/ug5fReOxY1U/s1600/100_0328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549786907801809922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TQTNyeKj9AI/AAAAAAAABdo/ug5fReOxY1U/s400/100_0328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Damn fat weh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TQTNofYynnI/AAAAAAAABdg/KVWugFoqaiU/s1600/100_0327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549786736331234930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TQTNofYynnI/AAAAAAAABdg/KVWugFoqaiU/s400/100_0327.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TQTNZLMWMRI/AAAAAAAABdY/MMBnGtbPk2c/s1600/100_0326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549786473212293394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TQTNZLMWMRI/AAAAAAAABdY/MMBnGtbPk2c/s400/100_0326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TQTNBmlhhSI/AAAAAAAABdI/0oK0tpaQaoI/s1600/100_0324.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549786068248790306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TQTNBmlhhSI/AAAAAAAABdI/0oK0tpaQaoI/s400/100_0324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I took this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TQTM5U0jAcI/AAAAAAAABdA/NX6tnjq1pGA/s1600/100_0323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549785926041010626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TQTM5U0jAcI/AAAAAAAABdA/NX6tnjq1pGA/s400/100_0323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ew pic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TQTMwH7s2mI/AAAAAAAABc4/RPrcR7W82IM/s1600/100_0322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549785767962532450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TQTMwH7s2mI/AAAAAAAABc4/RPrcR7W82IM/s400/100_0322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TQTMnVUWN9I/AAAAAAAABcw/5s8Yr9VmfuA/s1600/100_0321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549785616936744914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TQTMnVUWN9I/AAAAAAAABcw/5s8Yr9VmfuA/s400/100_0321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TQTMTlURcYI/AAAAAAAABco/BFjOCgZmmS8/s1600/100_0320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549785277634015618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TQTMTlURcYI/AAAAAAAABco/BFjOCgZmmS8/s400/100_0320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I tell you, the uniform is damn weird. Maybe like 90% dont know how to wear it. Confusing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TQTMKa2mfUI/AAAAAAAABcg/gCyDdwZ4KcQ/s1600/100_0319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549785120206388546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TQTMKa2mfUI/AAAAAAAABcg/gCyDdwZ4KcQ/s400/100_0319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When we just arrived.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450248892268158846-8355376244063329667?l=crazylittlememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/feeds/8355376244063329667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/12/his-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/8355376244063329667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/8355376244063329667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/12/his-day.html' title='His Day'/><author><name>WSYJolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15290509748890214433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TQTPssjKk8I/AAAAAAAABew/ep0aENdPhco/s72-c/100_0345.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450248892268158846.post-8686794472232526700</id><published>2010-11-21T19:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T19:19:40.412+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Burning Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oooh hey! Sorry I havent been updating. I will soon, okay? I promise. I just totally forgot about my blog. My guitar is just more precious XD Anyway, I will update soon. I got lots of pictures to show you guys too. So pull your pants up and chill out. I will be back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450248892268158846-8686794472232526700?l=crazylittlememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/feeds/8686794472232526700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/11/burning-light.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/8686794472232526700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/8686794472232526700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/11/burning-light.html' title='The Burning Light'/><author><name>WSYJolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15290509748890214433</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-6450248892268158846.post-6754378974957913824</id><published>2010-11-06T19:33:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T11:18:55.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>S-s-s-s-s-sunway!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hello everyone. Welcome to my blog (again). Heres some pictures of the trip. We went 1st November (Monday). I went with of course, Charlene, Josephine and Shandrika. Here you go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TNYY3HCDJeI/AAAAAAAABcY/SXATDAIvG7o/s1600/100_0306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536640126958118370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TNYY3HCDJeI/AAAAAAAABcY/SXATDAIvG7o/s400/100_0306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went to eat at Sushi King~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TNYYuSSzB6I/AAAAAAAABcQ/wO9JG9T1XNs/s1600/100_0307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536639975362332578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TNYYuSSzB6I/AAAAAAAABcQ/wO9JG9T1XNs/s400/100_0307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; xD Miss Charlene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TNYYnPhjXNI/AAAAAAAABcI/prPNQPGpeoQ/s1600/100_0308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536639854359829714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TNYYnPhjXNI/AAAAAAAABcI/prPNQPGpeoQ/s400/100_0308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked around Sunway to find a present for somebody because of something. I promise to tell you soon. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TNYYgMuEWuI/AAAAAAAABcA/_1oT93RdOQU/s1600/100_0309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536639733347932898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TNYYgMuEWuI/AAAAAAAABcA/_1oT93RdOQU/s400/100_0309.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We bought some books from MPH, then we wanted to eat Waffle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TNU-JJAngQI/AAAAAAAABbw/NVb92wTzYVc/s1600/100_0310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536399643680145666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TNU-JJAngQI/AAAAAAAABbw/NVb92wTzYVc/s400/100_0310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TNU99SARsgI/AAAAAAAABbo/g92c2HH66-o/s1600/100_0312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536399439936205314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TNU99SARsgI/AAAAAAAABbo/g92c2HH66-o/s400/100_0312.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See that? MPH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TNU90CSXcbI/AAAAAAAABbg/fS9D_AzULd4/s1600/100_0313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536399281098289586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TNU90CSXcbI/AAAAAAAABbg/fS9D_AzULd4/s400/100_0313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture is for "something" But at least we did a group picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TNU9mqamOJI/AAAAAAAABbY/IZs5HS8GCgY/s1600/100_0316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536399051352062098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TNU9mqamOJI/AAAAAAAABbY/IZs5HS8GCgY/s400/100_0316.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, we are eating again. Actually, drinking. But we walked like damn alot so we deserve it, right? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TNU9U1SNAMI/AAAAAAAABbQ/dALcQoj7O4g/s1600/100_0317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536398745031999682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TNU9U1SNAMI/AAAAAAAABbQ/dALcQoj7O4g/s400/100_0317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shan's failed attempt to do the peace sign at Charlene's head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TNU9NGVZZhI/AAAAAAAABbI/Mu6WYIHdPQQ/s1600/100_0318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536398612169844242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TNU9NGVZZhI/AAAAAAAABbI/Mu6WYIHdPQQ/s400/100_0318.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was when, Charlene went back. We were waiting till 7 for Shan's mum to fetch us home. We went sooo many places, I think we walked like the whole sunway trice. Our legs hurt, my throat hurts but it was all worth it. Hope can blog again. See ya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450248892268158846-6754378974957913824?l=crazylittlememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/feeds/6754378974957913824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/11/s-s-s-s-s-sunway.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/6754378974957913824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/6754378974957913824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/11/s-s-s-s-s-sunway.html' title='S-s-s-s-s-sunway!'/><author><name>WSYJolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15290509748890214433</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/_4keG5RORwpU/TNYY3HCDJeI/AAAAAAAABcY/SXATDAIvG7o/s72-c/100_0306.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450248892268158846.post-8516253945373889666</id><published>2010-10-30T15:43:00.033+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T20:38:49.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls' Wild Night In (Last Part) Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Okay, I am gonna continue, sorry for the long wait.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TMvrdflenpI/AAAAAAAABa4/VQ9TBkvOAjc/s1600/100_0239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533775459082215058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TMvrdflenpI/AAAAAAAABa4/VQ9TBkvOAjc/s400/100_0239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When we arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TMvrToNUpDI/AAAAAAAABaw/bt2GYhRhQG0/s1600/100_0240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533775289598125106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TMvrToNUpDI/AAAAAAAABaw/bt2GYhRhQG0/s400/100_0240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It "WAS" actually a group picture but couldnt fit. It looks kinda funny. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TMvrKfAA9zI/AAAAAAAABao/JTyZ__K3Gwo/s1600/100_0241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533775132507567922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TMvrKfAA9zI/AAAAAAAABao/JTyZ__K3Gwo/s400/100_0241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; XD They hate taking pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TMvqymOXDTI/AAAAAAAABag/ntbImvSLQXU/s1600/100_0245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533774722129923378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TMvqymOXDTI/AAAAAAAABag/ntbImvSLQXU/s400/100_0245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; *gasp* Its Natasha's paw =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TMvqTYZQyfI/AAAAAAAABaQ/Mzw6w3e79gU/s1600/100_0246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533774185841609202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TMvqTYZQyfI/AAAAAAAABaQ/Mzw6w3e79gU/s400/100_0246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shan. Teh evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TMvqLAjwrTI/AAAAAAAABaI/I7-e-sZEw0o/s1600/100_0248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533774042004237618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TMvqLAjwrTI/AAAAAAAABaI/I7-e-sZEw0o/s400/100_0248.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My camera screwed up abit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TMvqFQDIw_I/AAAAAAAABaA/IXn-O3XGM0M/s1600/100_0249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533773943083156466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TMvqFQDIw_I/AAAAAAAABaA/IXn-O3XGM0M/s400/100_0249.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nat and me dared each other to take "cute", "lala" pictures. So, its disgusting but here you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TMvp8kN5GCI/AAAAAAAABZ4/DY0dX6B1sNM/s1600/100_0250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533773793878153250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TMvp8kN5GCI/AAAAAAAABZ4/DY0dX6B1sNM/s400/100_0250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They played Uno. I was playing Sims 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TMvppDGnkcI/AAAAAAAABZw/ba1RhXwu2iA/s1600/100_0251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533773458571760066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TMvppDGnkcI/AAAAAAAABZw/ba1RhXwu2iA/s400/100_0251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had nicknames during the sleepover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - Sims 3 Addict&lt;br /&gt;Nat - SMSing Queen&lt;br /&gt;Shan - Wild Hair&lt;br /&gt;Jose - The Loud One&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Btw, I didnt take pictures of this but we brought lots of snacks. We ate them like crazy. You know whats worst? We ordered Pizza and ate it. Then, the next 5 minutes we ate snacks. My stomach is feeling it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TMvpggQj4XI/AAAAAAAABZo/HlkDFUrlhHo/s1600/100_0252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533773311779266930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TMvpggQj4XI/AAAAAAAABZo/HlkDFUrlhHo/s400/100_0252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TMvpXwOe37I/AAAAAAAABZg/uD1FqGU1ghA/s1600/100_0253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533773161446694834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TMvpXwOe37I/AAAAAAAABZg/uD1FqGU1ghA/s400/100_0253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They playing 3 people speed with uno cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TMvpMWekXDI/AAAAAAAABZY/j_1VvNXx-HM/s1600/100_0254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533772965556280370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TMvpMWekXDI/AAAAAAAABZY/j_1VvNXx-HM/s400/100_0254.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TMvpFilv8zI/AAAAAAAABZQ/RhSVQi6mnqU/s1600/100_0255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533772848548541234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TMvpFilv8zI/AAAAAAAABZQ/RhSVQi6mnqU/s400/100_0255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We got kinda bored. So Jose and Shan played the "bicycle game". It looks like that. See, thats how bored we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TMvo8dM5-xI/AAAAAAAABZI/jH5G6era0to/s1600/100_0257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533772692483341074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TMvo8dM5-xI/AAAAAAAABZI/jH5G6era0to/s400/100_0257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Looks sho cute. We decided to watch movie. Austin Powers. It was the weirdest show I ever seen in my life. Didnt finish it also xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TMvoqHfJafI/AAAAAAAABZA/fpr9ckt8htw/s1600/100_0261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533772377416624626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TMvoqHfJafI/AAAAAAAABZA/fpr9ckt8htw/s400/100_0261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The starting of the fun part. We decided to comb Shan's WILD HAIR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TMvoiG0ZA-I/AAAAAAAABY4/M14DsO-bHas/s1600/100_0263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533772239798338530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TMvoiG0ZA-I/AAAAAAAABY4/M14DsO-bHas/s400/100_0263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My favourite picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TMvoc9-lM3I/AAAAAAAABYw/lCexK6yrsn4/s1600/100_0265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533772151525815154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TMvoc9-lM3I/AAAAAAAABYw/lCexK6yrsn4/s400/100_0265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shan looks like a rich person getting a hair done, right? haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TMvoS-tgEEI/AAAAAAAABYo/m2ykPQYt6aw/s1600/100_0266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533771979923918914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TMvoS-tgEEI/AAAAAAAABYo/m2ykPQYt6aw/s400/100_0266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can you see the KNOTS? Her face shows the pain. Btw, shan will kill me when she sees the pictures up in my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TMvoG_kMm3I/AAAAAAAABYg/Q8Wyjgd8694/s1600/100_0270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533771773994900338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TMvoG_kMm3I/AAAAAAAABYg/Q8Wyjgd8694/s400/100_0270.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Guess who is this person. If you do know, it doesnt look like her right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TMvn-ebMocI/AAAAAAAABYY/4CLd_VeMHzE/s1600/100_0272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533771627659829698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TMvn-ebMocI/AAAAAAAABYY/4CLd_VeMHzE/s400/100_0272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Played with Nat's hair. Made into a "Failed Emo Look".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TMvn08CyS_I/AAAAAAAABYQ/eN2nNdL8z2c/s1600/100_0273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533771463811812338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TMvn08CyS_I/AAAAAAAABYQ/eN2nNdL8z2c/s400/100_0273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Failed Emo Girl" with Disneyland shirt. Woo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TMvnsFgPI_I/AAAAAAAABYI/tHbMoF3vu8I/s1600/100_0275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533771311732433906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TMvnsFgPI_I/AAAAAAAABYI/tHbMoF3vu8I/s400/100_0275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Discussing what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TMvni_UPF5I/AAAAAAAABYA/RK_j0rGwOB0/s1600/100_0278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533771155452663698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TMvni_UPF5I/AAAAAAAABYA/RK_j0rGwOB0/s400/100_0278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Natasha's bored moment. Cam-whoring~!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TMvndZ0xrxI/AAAAAAAABX4/p-4xxshyGfw/s1600/100_0279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533771059489255186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TMvndZ0xrxI/AAAAAAAABX4/p-4xxshyGfw/s400/100_0279.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nat, the picture is blur =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TMvnYGMtmDI/AAAAAAAABXw/KjMTUhYlmIs/s1600/100_0281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533770968321595442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TMvnYGMtmDI/AAAAAAAABXw/KjMTUhYlmIs/s400/100_0281.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Since we got nothing to do, I decided to play Sims 3 when Shan acted like a scary bully and said no. So we fought using the mouse. Guess who won?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TMvnRQayaZI/AAAAAAAABXo/J17fzZm4tOU/s1600/100_0286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533770850805901714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TMvnRQayaZI/AAAAAAAABXo/J17fzZm4tOU/s400/100_0286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I DID!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TMvnH6DQGrI/AAAAAAAABXg/gStMmtTcXvI/s1600/100_0298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533770690182781618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TMvnH6DQGrI/AAAAAAAABXg/gStMmtTcXvI/s400/100_0298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We woke up, barely had enough sleep because of SHAN! We 4 shared the bed. Sleeping in the other direction. Nat slept near the head area, I slept near Nat, Shan slept beside me and Josephine was at the leg area. Shan was HOGGING my place while Jose was dying at the side. Note to self, we must have a "Shan Area" during sleepover. We slept like 2am, I woke up the earliest which was around 8. 6 hours of sleep, okay la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TMvm71UdMGI/AAAAAAAABXY/toRVxsTR5sU/s1600/100_0299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533770482754334818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TMvm71UdMGI/AAAAAAAABXY/toRVxsTR5sU/s400/100_0299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mamee was our breakfast. Guess what was our lunch? MCD! I feel bloated/fat/disgusting/piggish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TMvOc5Ylo3I/AAAAAAAABXQ/PL0ESOVC02w/s1600/100_0300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533743562990396274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TMvOc5Ylo3I/AAAAAAAABXQ/PL0ESOVC02w/s400/100_0300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waiting time. Waiting for our parents to come pick us. I played Sims 3! Again! XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats all. This is the last part of Girls' Wild Night In. Hope you enjoyed. I hope Shan dont kill me. Bye, thanks for viewing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450248892268158846-8516253945373889666?l=crazylittlememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/feeds/8516253945373889666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/10/girls-wild-night-in-last-part-pictures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/8516253945373889666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/8516253945373889666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/10/girls-wild-night-in-last-part-pictures.html' title='Girls&apos; Wild Night In (Last Part) Pictures'/><author><name>WSYJolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15290509748890214433</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/_4keG5RORwpU/TMvrdflenpI/AAAAAAAABa4/VQ9TBkvOAjc/s72-c/100_0239.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450248892268158846.post-4149476306817033781</id><published>2010-10-27T20:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T12:35:13.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls' Wild Night In (Part 1) The Videos</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hello everyone! Welcome to my blog. Josephine, Natasha and me went to Shandrika's house on 25th October 2010 for a sleepover. It was damn alot of fun. It was crazy too. We ate like pigs. Here is the first part of my post. This post consists of just videos. Last video, is by far the most embarassing moment in my life. Its caught on video. I really dont want to post it but.. it wont be fun if I dont. So you guys better enjoy it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-249dce7cb4c62a7f" 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://v14.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D249dce7cb4c62a7f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331614159%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D595BFBD6D680264D254E5ADEB4AD2E4A3C2416CC.2148889CA21D9E81BFD1645074A6C8F6EDA421AC%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D249dce7cb4c62a7f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dw2tIYfjqjYW2WaKtOovaPmNlxKo&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://v14.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D249dce7cb4c62a7f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331614159%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D595BFBD6D680264D254E5ADEB4AD2E4A3C2416CC.2148889CA21D9E81BFD1645074A6C8F6EDA421AC%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D249dce7cb4c62a7f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dw2tIYfjqjYW2WaKtOovaPmNlxKo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The war between me and Shan. I swore, it was damn painful.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2a2c3e09688cb544" 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://v3.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2a2c3e09688cb544%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331614159%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7A57FE1EDC5661A79624AA25D3645CE9266559BB.33CF337683FB54471DC16DD3D22C61B2A85F52A4%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2a2c3e09688cb544%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dm8Pr5H5etZYHgQ3vmXewTetfPPo&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://v3.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2a2c3e09688cb544%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331614159%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7A57FE1EDC5661A79624AA25D3645CE9266559BB.33CF337683FB54471DC16DD3D22C61B2A85F52A4%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2a2c3e09688cb544%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dm8Pr5H5etZYHgQ3vmXewTetfPPo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;See the person in the back, minding her own business, its me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3bd989f93bf16bb9" 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://v5.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3bd989f93bf16bb9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331614159%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D65AB1126B71232A48C28185EC70DA025F3CCC87D.18DAB7AD25ACCE94CC2BCF5F1102F301CFFA2F4%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3bd989f93bf16bb9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DE3HcpQXfSuYwLrzO8zTf5ObGzek&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://v5.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3bd989f93bf16bb9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331614159%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D65AB1126B71232A48C28185EC70DA025F3CCC87D.18DAB7AD25ACCE94CC2BCF5F1102F301CFFA2F4%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3bd989f93bf16bb9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DE3HcpQXfSuYwLrzO8zTf5ObGzek&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Josephine, you suck. Big time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2129d45a80ea7d02" 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://v19.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2129d45a80ea7d02%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331614159%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4A9C8B403BF082CFAD5A290DB8A925652A24E71F.6B1736C403653A3F042AC3F080CDF2533E7691AE%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2129d45a80ea7d02%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DeHCLgt4vwoUn8MQMpSPDy9l652U&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://v19.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2129d45a80ea7d02%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331614159%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4A9C8B403BF082CFAD5A290DB8A925652A24E71F.6B1736C403653A3F042AC3F080CDF2533E7691AE%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2129d45a80ea7d02%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DeHCLgt4vwoUn8MQMpSPDy9l652U&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;GOD! So embarassing!!!!!!!!!! *hides in the corner* The music is Super Junior - Bona mana. It was kinda catchy so I made my own dancing routine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Part 2 is coming up next but it will be just pictures and words. Hope you enjoyed it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450248892268158846-4149476306817033781?l=crazylittlememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/feeds/4149476306817033781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/10/girls-wild-night-in-part-1-videos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/4149476306817033781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/4149476306817033781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/10/girls-wild-night-in-part-1-videos.html' title='Girls&apos; Wild Night In (Part 1) The Videos'/><author><name>WSYJolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15290509748890214433</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-6450248892268158846.post-2052593231707450421</id><published>2010-10-23T22:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T22:43:45.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flubber</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;HELLO! Jolynn is back.. blogging. PMR is over and I am really sorry that I didnt update. Okay, so Jose and me went to Shan's house for fun. (NOTE : My hand is really shaky nowadays I dont know why but I cant take nice clear pictures. Sorry.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We helped Shan to download Sims 2 and minecraft. When we finished downloading minecraft we played for awhile. The funny part went something like this :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me : Oooh~ A cave (controlling character)&lt;br /&gt;Jose : Damn dark la, lets go back to the house.&lt;br /&gt;Shan : Yea lah!&lt;br /&gt;Me : Oh, coal!&lt;br /&gt;Jose : So many! Go take it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shan : Shit la! Damn dark. I feel scared&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jose : Me too!! Go back la Jol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shan : JOLL!!!&lt;br /&gt;Me : *taking coal in game*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Suddenly, out of the darkness the zombie came out. We screamed like crazy. Btw, I screamed first because I saw it first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me : Shit! *takes out sword starts killing it*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When it died.. I started laughing&lt;br /&gt;Jose : JOLYNN!! SEE LAH YOU! *sobs* lets go back laaaa!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shan : JOLYNNNNNNNN shit youuuu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While I was using the character to explore more. We saw a skeleton near the caves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me : Did you see that? Its a skeleton&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They two start screaming like mad. I starting laughing till my stomach hates. Then, I sense hate. Lol. They kept blaming me. But it was so funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So they decided to quit the game (they are chickens *cough*) We decided to make pancakes. It took damn long for Jose to make the pancakes, so I decided to help. So, this is what we got.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TMLyJR45laI/AAAAAAAABW4/f8Imy1DnKH8/s1600/100_0234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531249533599192482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TMLyJR45laI/AAAAAAAABW4/f8Imy1DnKH8/s400/100_0234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ta-dah! I tried doing a square, it failed. It becamed like a poodle. So Shan asked me to put eyes. I did but it looked like glasses. Three of us with more than a dozen of pancakes is not good. We couldnt finish it. We left like 5 of it left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TMLyBzUAfqI/AAAAAAAABWw/roRlR8usDNc/s1600/100_0235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531249405132308130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TMLyBzUAfqI/AAAAAAAABWw/roRlR8usDNc/s400/100_0235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Picture - time. I looked bleh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TMLx4bLScxI/AAAAAAAABWo/lgFQ7sK6AD0/s1600/100_0236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531249244034462482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TMLx4bLScxI/AAAAAAAABWo/lgFQ7sK6AD0/s400/100_0236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap, blurrry picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TMLxslTru4I/AAAAAAAABWg/KdCcyZg33RE/s1600/100_0237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531249040595598210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TMLxslTru4I/AAAAAAAABWg/KdCcyZg33RE/s400/100_0237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shan did the dishes. So I just took.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TMLxhxyK00I/AAAAAAAABWY/vboFR22mAH4/s1600/100_0238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531248854966129474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TMLxhxyK00I/AAAAAAAABWY/vboFR22mAH4/s400/100_0238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Picture of the day! We downloaded Sims 2 for Shan and we played for awhile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450248892268158846-2052593231707450421?l=crazylittlememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/feeds/2052593231707450421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/10/flubber.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/2052593231707450421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/2052593231707450421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/10/flubber.html' title='Flubber'/><author><name>WSYJolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15290509748890214433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TMLyJR45laI/AAAAAAAABW4/f8Imy1DnKH8/s72-c/100_0234.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450248892268158846.post-4760485802782806789</id><published>2010-10-21T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T20:53:15.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*MEEP* I promise to update soon, just.. not now! *MEEP*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450248892268158846-4760485802782806789?l=crazylittlememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/feeds/4760485802782806789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/10/sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/4760485802782806789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/4760485802782806789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/10/sorry.html' title='Sorry'/><author><name>WSYJolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15290509748890214433</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-6450248892268158846.post-5440200350266367132</id><published>2010-10-04T18:47:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T19:01:16.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What I Have Been Up To</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TKmzaGQOqfI/AAAAAAAABWQ/U2ADcNMCzbE/s1600/minecraft.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524143678883277298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 252px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TKmzaGQOqfI/AAAAAAAABWQ/U2ADcNMCzbE/s400/minecraft.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Minecraft-ing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TKmzVzEJHWI/AAAAAAAABWI/9B38DEZITKE/s1600/gaia-ing.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524143605012831586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TKmzVzEJHWI/AAAAAAAABWI/9B38DEZITKE/s400/gaia-ing.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Gaia-ing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TKmzQHqcJXI/AAAAAAAABWA/0a4QHl0a0g4/s1600/studying.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524143507462956402" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TKmzD7EZfnI/AAAAAAAABVw/lQbTwDQm5P8/s400/listeningtomusic.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music-ing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450248892268158846-5440200350266367132?l=crazylittlememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/feeds/5440200350266367132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-i-have-been-up-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/5440200350266367132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/5440200350266367132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-i-have-been-up-to.html' title='What I Have Been Up To'/><author><name>WSYJolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15290509748890214433</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/_4keG5RORwpU/TKmzaGQOqfI/AAAAAAAABWQ/U2ADcNMCzbE/s72-c/minecraft.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450248892268158846.post-8494180402522281123</id><published>2010-09-21T21:56:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T22:15:27.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secrets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meh, hello everyone. Sorry if I didnt post a long long looooonnnng time. PMR is coming so got to study. Dont worry, I wont talk about boring PMR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna say that I went out with my friends on 10th September 2010 to celebrate Josephine's birthday which is on 18th September. So anyway, nothing can beat a post with pictures, so here is some and I can tell you the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, I'll start. I didnt take pictures. We arrived in Subang Parade. We went to Dave's Deli for lunch. Let me say that the chicken is damn salty. Its abit like Kenny Rogers. It was not bad. Quite nice actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TJi7wftFnjI/AAAAAAAABVo/jCYm2O0t9WM/s1600/000_0575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519367785161268786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TJi7wftFnjI/AAAAAAAABVo/jCYm2O0t9WM/s400/000_0575.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay, so after walking around like damn long. They, this two people in the picture wanted to eat sushi. So I just sat with them but I didnt eat anything. Btw, I drank like 3 glasses of green tea and I was damn full. Their stomach like black hole.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TJi7mNMBZoI/AAAAAAAABVg/qUkGTlMl-fo/s1600/000_0576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519367608392050306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TJi7mNMBZoI/AAAAAAAABVg/qUkGTlMl-fo/s400/000_0576.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ew. Okay. Moving on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TJi7fooHVjI/AAAAAAAABVY/D_AYRat6Pig/s1600/000_0577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519367495498552882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TJi7fooHVjI/AAAAAAAABVY/D_AYRat6Pig/s400/000_0577.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ew. Again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TJi7YPFvbHI/AAAAAAAABVQ/Tod6lb-qF4k/s1600/000_0578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519367368384408690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TJi7YPFvbHI/AAAAAAAABVQ/Tod6lb-qF4k/s400/000_0578.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay, so after Sushi King, we walked like damn alot. So Shan wanted to eat ice cream. So we went to Gelato. Fat free and delicious! I chose Green Tea (I know! Again!) and Shan chose Vanilla, she bought chocolate chips to eat with the ice cream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TJi7RIMUSBI/AAAAAAAABVI/woMdCY5CsCc/s1600/000_0582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519367246273857554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TJi7RIMUSBI/AAAAAAAABVI/woMdCY5CsCc/s400/000_0582.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So after eating like crazy. We walked, again. Then we went to this Japanese Food Heaven. So we bought Yum Yums! Well, me and Jose that is. Shan bought sweets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TJi7KTniwFI/AAAAAAAABVA/GMkwUERq738/s1600/000_0584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519367129081757778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TJi7KTniwFI/AAAAAAAABVA/GMkwUERq738/s400/000_0584.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shan's failed attempt to take picture of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TJi7BITXFzI/AAAAAAAABU4/R6E-Bk9ESZM/s1600/000_0585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519366971425494834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TJi7BITXFzI/AAAAAAAABU4/R6E-Bk9ESZM/s400/000_0585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shan did that again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TJi63mwu6nI/AAAAAAAABUw/99sV-kYy2do/s1600/000_0587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519366807803062898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TJi63mwu6nI/AAAAAAAABUw/99sV-kYy2do/s400/000_0587.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, Jose dipped her biscuit inside. Then took the sprinkles. There was damn alot. So, Shan snap the picture. Btw, SINGAPORE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TJi6ubWSNpI/AAAAAAAABUo/zxKB3r1hFg0/s1600/000_0593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519366650120517266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TJi6ubWSNpI/AAAAAAAABUo/zxKB3r1hFg0/s400/000_0593.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What we bought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TJi6niQmSeI/AAAAAAAABUg/FmtJAAI_LAc/s1600/000_0594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519366531716631010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TJi6niQmSeI/AAAAAAAABUg/FmtJAAI_LAc/s400/000_0594.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TJi6cYt89cI/AAAAAAAABUY/ZB65tfAv6KE/s1600/000_0595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519366340176836034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TJi6cYt89cI/AAAAAAAABUY/ZB65tfAv6KE/s400/000_0595.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So, Jose had to go back early cause she need to go Sepang. Then I had to send Shan home. Then we waited so, snap a picture.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After that, my parents took Shan and me to Asia Cafe. Awesome place, it is also near to Charlene's studio. So I had Char Kuew Tiao (mind my spelling) and Shan had Prawn Mee. Then we went back. The end.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;P.S. We gave Jose's gift already for her birthday, hope she likes it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450248892268158846-8494180402522281123?l=crazylittlememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/feeds/8494180402522281123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/09/secrets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/8494180402522281123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/8494180402522281123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/09/secrets.html' title='Secrets'/><author><name>WSYJolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15290509748890214433</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/_4keG5RORwpU/TJi7wftFnjI/AAAAAAAABVo/jCYm2O0t9WM/s72-c/000_0575.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450248892268158846.post-5386632598358941163</id><published>2010-08-24T20:04:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T21:09:21.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gracious</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hello! On 21st August 2010, (Saturday) me and Josephine went to Charlene's Studio. It was amazing, fun and funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/THO7vbu1qeI/AAAAAAAABUI/c3z-SDhbnas/s1600/000_0555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508953192776706530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/THO7vbu1qeI/AAAAAAAABUI/c3z-SDhbnas/s400/000_0555.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We waited for Charlene at McDonalds near Asia Cafe there. Then we had to wait so long because when we call her she was still at her house -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/THO7T-3wCaI/AAAAAAAABUA/fKk10L6q0Z0/s1600/000_0556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508952721172990370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/THO7T-3wCaI/AAAAAAAABUA/fKk10L6q0Z0/s400/000_0556.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She finally came! This is part of the studio. We played the darts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/THO7CmpKbwI/AAAAAAAABT4/jTjkW6--AqE/s1600/000_0557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508952422611578626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/THO7CmpKbwI/AAAAAAAABT4/jTjkW6--AqE/s400/000_0557.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Argentina fusball. Damn fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/THO6ur8EHPI/AAAAAAAABTw/ExMqRbZARz8/s1600/000_0558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508952080435649778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/THO6ur8EHPI/AAAAAAAABTw/ExMqRbZARz8/s400/000_0558.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Darts~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/THO6V0aLWjI/AAAAAAAABTo/mk28uQ8ASy8/s1600/000_0559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508951653212707378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/THO6V0aLWjI/AAAAAAAABTo/mk28uQ8ASy8/s400/000_0559.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Miss, Charlene MISS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/THO4I_rq5SI/AAAAAAAABTY/0PzRtgbd_Vo/s1600/000_0561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508949233877312802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/THO4I_rq5SI/AAAAAAAABTY/0PzRtgbd_Vo/s400/000_0561.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Went to get drinks. Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/THO32TJkNFI/AAAAAAAABTQ/EFFdC2shxIc/s1600/000_0562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508948912685462610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/THO32TJkNFI/AAAAAAAABTQ/EFFdC2shxIc/s400/000_0562.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another part of Charlene's studio. She got two btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/THO3oxmpxbI/AAAAAAAABTI/6dViz43idtA/s1600/000_0563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508948680342357426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/THO3oxmpxbI/AAAAAAAABTI/6dViz43idtA/s400/000_0563.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Drums!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/THO3Wp0ZY5I/AAAAAAAABTA/SgK3ZQJcriI/s1600/000_0564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508948369014875026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/THO3Wp0ZY5I/AAAAAAAABTA/SgK3ZQJcriI/s400/000_0564.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Marshall !! Awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/THO3HsAvKSI/AAAAAAAABS4/WFPesladPAk/s1600/000_0566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508948111905466658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/THO3HsAvKSI/AAAAAAAABS4/WFPesladPAk/s400/000_0566.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/THO26Mw8bRI/AAAAAAAABSw/ri4lE3FgNbI/s1600/000_0567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508947880179428626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/THO26Mw8bRI/AAAAAAAABSw/ri4lE3FgNbI/s400/000_0567.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/THO2bE36tvI/AAAAAAAABSg/c0p_mL-pHvg/s1600/000_0568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508947345485248242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/THO2bE36tvI/AAAAAAAABSg/c0p_mL-pHvg/s400/000_0568.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another part of the studio. We went crazy here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/THO2O4peHzI/AAAAAAAABSY/DSH6wnt7lFM/s1600/000_0569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508947136044998450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/THO2O4peHzI/AAAAAAAABSY/DSH6wnt7lFM/s400/000_0569.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/THO2AnFAyHI/AAAAAAAABSQ/5htIDLz0dqs/s1600/000_0570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508946890810509426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/THO2AnFAyHI/AAAAAAAABSQ/5htIDLz0dqs/s400/000_0570.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had karaoke session. It was damn funny and fun. Should do that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/THO1tzlXv_I/AAAAAAAABSI/7Mph_JfQRJs/s1600/000_0571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508946567749943282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/THO1tzlXv_I/AAAAAAAABSI/7Mph_JfQRJs/s400/000_0571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Simply playing the drums.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-85bb9bdc88ce8df2" 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://v17.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D85bb9bdc88ce8df2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331614159%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D63279C9E73C9AD57E71C90110FE09D3E68C78022.66BFD4267D3A1F86DA8EF18FB49527D64C7B97BB%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D85bb9bdc88ce8df2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DHs2DfbEEgBKnbs-YlVJi1YKp1bY&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://v17.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D85bb9bdc88ce8df2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331614159%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D63279C9E73C9AD57E71C90110FE09D3E68C78022.66BFD4267D3A1F86DA8EF18FB49527D64C7B97BB%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D85bb9bdc88ce8df2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DHs2DfbEEgBKnbs-YlVJi1YKp1bY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Josephine singing Only One by Yellowcard while Charlene is playing the guitar. It is amazing. Listen to it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alright, thats it. Gotta go. Bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450248892268158846-5386632598358941163?l=crazylittlememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/feeds/5386632598358941163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/08/gracious.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/5386632598358941163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/5386632598358941163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/08/gracious.html' title='Gracious'/><author><name>WSYJolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15290509748890214433</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/_4keG5RORwpU/THO7vbu1qeI/AAAAAAAABUI/c3z-SDhbnas/s72-c/000_0555.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450248892268158846.post-922996950718709923</id><published>2010-08-16T19:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T22:24:59.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowflake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"What I am feeling now, is like a roller coaster ride."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TGkf2At36ZI/AAAAAAAABR4/eVY-lt2VzZk/s1600/snowflake.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505967032202946962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 397px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TGkf2At36ZI/AAAAAAAABR4/eVY-lt2VzZk/s400/snowflake.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hello.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sorry I got boring posts. Trials is here. So yea. No, I wont stop blogging. I just hope you dont mind 'boring' post. I am warning you beforehand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I cant post any pictures because I havent go out or take any. My apologizes. I cant go out, have to study for PMR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Like always, wanna wish good luck to everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Erm... I still wonder. I lov...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Haha, nothing. See ya! Bye!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450248892268158846-922996950718709923?l=crazylittlememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/feeds/922996950718709923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/08/snowflake.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/922996950718709923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/922996950718709923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/08/snowflake.html' title='Snowflake'/><author><name>WSYJolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15290509748890214433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TGkf2At36ZI/AAAAAAAABR4/eVY-lt2VzZk/s72-c/snowflake.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450248892268158846.post-7692804455189122517</id><published>2010-08-11T13:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T14:07:32.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Branches</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Life isnt fair and it will never be."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TGI7ybLdtJI/AAAAAAAABRw/t9beHfdDMqA/s1600/weed.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504027432075506834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 371px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TGI7ybLdtJI/AAAAAAAABRw/t9beHfdDMqA/s400/weed.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hello everyone. Im posting again. Sigh, most stressful month this year is August. I have two trials in a month. One project. A whole lot of studying and shit. Well, I am going to screw the project and just do everything else. Well, its just Seni project. Damn stressful month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Right, I really think doing Sejarah is bloody useless. Yes, we should know about our history but you know what? Its full of @#(*@^&amp;amp;@ shit and lies. I never get good marks for history EVER! I dont know why! I just cant. I always fail it. Even when I am studying. I really think studying doesnt help me anymore -_-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Moral and Sivik should go die too. Really useless. Well, I am going to complain about Moral next year. 'Cause thats when the irritating part gets deeper. Sivik, is useless. No doubt about that. I will just close two ears for Sivik and Moral. No point in the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, I am complaining. You would too if you knew. I just wanna say that, the *(#&amp;amp;@#^@( is &amp;amp;(#*@. Sorry had to censor. Dont wanna get in trouble ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sigh, good luck to me and everyone else. PMR year is not fun. Please jump down building. I need to buck up my Sejarah. Thats it...&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/6450248892268158846-7692804455189122517?l=crazylittlememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/feeds/7692804455189122517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/08/branches.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/7692804455189122517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/7692804455189122517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/08/branches.html' title='Branches'/><author><name>WSYJolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15290509748890214433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TGI7ybLdtJI/AAAAAAAABRw/t9beHfdDMqA/s72-c/weed.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450248892268158846.post-5084602306588702566</id><published>2010-08-06T19:51:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T12:22:41.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thousand Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TFv9OL4UgDI/AAAAAAAABRY/68PqadbvgmY/s1600/blog1.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502269789912203314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TFv9OL4UgDI/AAAAAAAABRY/68PqadbvgmY/s400/blog1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502269700633009330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TFv9I_SgHLI/AAAAAAAABRQ/JJkuIZVYw4Y/s400/blog2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502270106237763122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TFv9gmSNfjI/AAAAAAAABRo/w1LIHJVOWfU/s400/blog3.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TFv9CR3cZfI/AAAAAAAABRA/I5hGbN_OmFU/s1600/blog4.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502269585360709106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; 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United we fall."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TFp8wCElQ2I/AAAAAAAABPA/HdmopkpzBnM/s1600/stickynote.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501847059418137442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TFp8wCElQ2I/AAAAAAAABPA/HdmopkpzBnM/s400/stickynote.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hello everyone! Its me again. Trials is tomorrow. Form 3 students, are you ready? I dont think I am but anyway I will try my best! Sigh, its going to be PMR in around like 2 more months. Holy crap, I am sooo not ready. But its better to study than never right? Wanna wish good luck again. UPSR, PMR, SPM students, good luck!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So anyway, lets NOT talk about test. I wanna ask YOU guys. What are you going to do AFTER PMR? Oh joy! What I wanna do? So many things! Here is a list!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;1) Guitar classes~&lt;br /&gt;2) Start playing my guitar more often!&lt;br /&gt;3) Improve in writing lyrics and playing guitar.&lt;br /&gt;4) Chinese classes~&lt;br /&gt;5) Hang out with my friends~~&lt;br /&gt;6) Download more music!&lt;br /&gt;7) Go out more often&lt;br /&gt;8) Exercise!!!&lt;br /&gt;9) Lose weight (must!)&lt;br /&gt;10) Wont think about school or anything related to school! (studying, PMR results, next year, bla bla)&lt;br /&gt;11) Improve on appearance (I look bleh)&lt;br /&gt;12) Finish my Outcast novel!!&lt;br /&gt;13) Take more pictures~&lt;br /&gt;14) Update my blog more often!&lt;br /&gt;15) Play Dragon Age like mad~~&lt;br /&gt;16) Shopping spreeee&lt;br /&gt;17) Be a better person! (anything relating to God, friends and family)&lt;br /&gt;18) Find a way to play piano more often...&lt;br /&gt;19) Paint my nails! (includes finger and toe nails)&lt;br /&gt;20) Starting classes for Shan! (she needs it!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Well, thats it. I couldnt think of anything else. I cant WAIT after PMR. Holy crap, it will be AMAZING. Okay, back to reality. I have to study. Sigh. Here goes everything! Good luck again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450248892268158846-3223850278090285381?l=crazylittlememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/feeds/3223850278090285381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/08/closer-to-edge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/3223850278090285381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/3223850278090285381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/08/closer-to-edge.html' title='Closer To The Edge'/><author><name>WSYJolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15290509748890214433</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/_4keG5RORwpU/TFp8wCElQ2I/AAAAAAAABPA/HdmopkpzBnM/s72-c/stickynote.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450248892268158846.post-5726243794643728902</id><published>2010-08-02T19:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T20:19:09.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drove To Extinction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Hold on, never give up."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TFanWFT0xFI/AAAAAAAABO4/QPVZBLBc2ps/s1600/tree.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500767992703927378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TFanWFT0xFI/AAAAAAAABO4/QPVZBLBc2ps/s400/tree.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hello everyone! Trials is on Friday. I have 3 days more. I am not ready. Not ready at all. I dont think I can study everything in this 3 days right? Unless I dont sleep, dont eat, dont do my business and dont go school. Then, yes. I can.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So I have been studying. Yes, STUDYING for PMR. I have to, or else I feel damn gulity and I will regret. So, I've started. I cant wait after PMR is over. It will be awesome. I wish I could, do better. I really really really tried better than my other test. So I must get a better score and not FAIL!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I honestly dont know what else to say. So, thats it. Sorry for posting lame stuff. I wish I could tell you many good things but sometimes I just cant say it. Also, nothing interesting happened so far. But after PMR, everything will change. So, goodbye and good luck!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450248892268158846-5726243794643728902?l=crazylittlememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/feeds/5726243794643728902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/08/drove-to-extinction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/5726243794643728902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/5726243794643728902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/08/drove-to-extinction.html' title='Drove To Extinction'/><author><name>WSYJolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15290509748890214433</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/_4keG5RORwpU/TFanWFT0xFI/AAAAAAAABO4/QPVZBLBc2ps/s72-c/tree.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450248892268158846.post-7582643213695508328</id><published>2010-07-24T22:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T22:24:20.079+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Undoing The Stiches</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"When a heart breaks, it can be mended but scars won't heal."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TEr02e0mWpI/AAAAAAAABOo/qes0GB_WhEI/s1600/rose.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497475511982906002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TEr02e0mWpI/AAAAAAAABOo/qes0GB_WhEI/s400/rose.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hello everyone. Sorry for not blogging quite long. Been really busy this few days. Tuitions, study and ya da ya da. Anyway, PMR trials is REALLLLLLL soon. So wish me luck and I wanna wish good luck to every Form 3 out there. Also, to the others for their own test too. Do your best!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I have been studying one very deadly subject which is Sejarah. Yes, I studied. As in for test. So I hope to not fail it again. Well, yea. I focusing on my Sejarah like crazy. So if I fail, I really think studying doesn't help. But anyway, I will do my best.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So enough about school, test and other boring affairs. Lets talk about love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Firstly, I think I like someone. After the one year of waste, pain and heart break. I'm on my two feet again! I've moved on after one year. Its really hard but everyone goes through this, right? I do think about it sometimes. I know its not worth it but I cant help thinking about it. Anyway, I've moved on I dropped the plans on revenge. Actually, I kinda forgiven him eventhough I have no right to.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lets talk about the guy I "like". Well, actually. I dont know whether I like him or not. After what happened to me, I am kinda scared to develop my feelings further. No, I dont want to tell him and I dont think I will tell anyone. Well, I actually dont know. Yea, dont... know. I heard he likes a girl, I am kinda sad but at the same time I am not.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Why I like him? Well, I promised myself to not like people whom I dont know except admiring famous people. Haha. Anyway, I know him. Not very well but kinda well. He is so nice, funny, soft spoken, good looking, and quiet. Yes, I like quiet guys. No, I won't tell anyone who it is. Only one person knows but I will keep it like that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Well, alright. I said it, now that if my best friends are reading they going to hunt me down. So goodbye. By the way, don't ask, I won't tell. Thanks for viewing! Well, not really.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450248892268158846-7582643213695508328?l=crazylittlememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/feeds/7582643213695508328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/07/undoing-stiches.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/7582643213695508328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/7582643213695508328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/07/undoing-stiches.html' title='Undoing The Stiches'/><author><name>WSYJolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15290509748890214433</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/_4keG5RORwpU/TEr02e0mWpI/AAAAAAAABOo/qes0GB_WhEI/s72-c/rose.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450248892268158846.post-5732891538619765630</id><published>2010-07-19T13:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T13:59:22.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Appreciated</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A small tribute post to my friends who gave me my presents on my birthday (3rd July)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TEPovqwEgYI/AAAAAAAABOY/5Qjch0H03wM/s1600/000_0550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495491875949543810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TEPovqwEgYI/AAAAAAAABOY/5Qjch0H03wM/s400/000_0550.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TEPopXG7azI/AAAAAAAABOQ/Z1nXXog-P0o/s1600/000_0553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495491767597493042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TEPopXG7azI/AAAAAAAABOQ/Z1nXXog-P0o/s400/000_0553.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TEPoiCVefnI/AAAAAAAABOI/_sAGj4Kjxos/s1600/000_0551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495491641762283122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TEPoiCVefnI/AAAAAAAABOI/_sAGj4Kjxos/s400/000_0551.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks Josephine, Shandrika and Michelle for the most awesome, best and amazing presents. Well, for me, it doesn't matter what you buy or make, its the thought that counts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S. I wanna apologize because I didn't take picture of Josephine's present. Sorry Josephine!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;~THANKS SO MUCH~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450248892268158846-5732891538619765630?l=crazylittlememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/feeds/5732891538619765630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/07/appreciated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/5732891538619765630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/5732891538619765630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/07/appreciated.html' title='Appreciated'/><author><name>WSYJolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15290509748890214433</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/_4keG5RORwpU/TEPovqwEgYI/AAAAAAAABOY/5Qjch0H03wM/s72-c/000_0550.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450248892268158846.post-8467118807633027579</id><published>2010-07-10T14:01:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T14:21:43.592+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carnival Day 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today (10 July 2010) was SMK Seafield's Carnival 2010! Let me just say, it was damn fun but it was so hot. My legs hurt like crazy. The weather is extremely hot. But it was still fun. I hope my class teacher gets well soon. I and Jose went there like 7.30am till 1pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TDgOn2XjcvI/AAAAAAAABNY/LwxHbfZUqco/s1600/000_0531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492155823350313714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TDgOn2XjcvI/AAAAAAAABNY/LwxHbfZUqco/s400/000_0531.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my class stall. We sold drinks and nachos! The nachos is amazing. Seriously, good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TDgOelEkx5I/AAAAAAAABNQ/D1ciisDzHXQ/s1600/000_0532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492155664088483730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TDgOelEkx5I/AAAAAAAABNQ/D1ciisDzHXQ/s400/000_0532.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was when Jose and me were at canteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TDgOWVcKR6I/AAAAAAAABNI/rWycOVYcP4s/s1600/000_0534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492155522453489570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TDgOWVcKR6I/AAAAAAAABNI/rWycOVYcP4s/s400/000_0534.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Still at our stall. Look at Shan at the back haha! It was Shan's shift by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TDgOKp7SXRI/AAAAAAAABNA/vVvcSfxcTwk/s1600/000_0535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492155321794321682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TDgOKp7SXRI/AAAAAAAABNA/vVvcSfxcTwk/s400/000_0535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The drink was damn sweet but quite good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TDgNtf0y1EI/AAAAAAAABM4/Aw9XcJ9Dhi4/s1600/000_0536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492154820866528322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TDgNtf0y1EI/AAAAAAAABM4/Aw9XcJ9Dhi4/s400/000_0536.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sok Yee and Hasinah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TDgNeDgF6mI/AAAAAAAABMw/dzwTDhXkOIs/s1600/000_0538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492154555565468258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TDgNeDgF6mI/AAAAAAAABMw/dzwTDhXkOIs/s400/000_0538.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ashwiini, Hasinah, me and Shan! Jose took the picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after when Shan's shift was over. We headed to Room 1408 or something like that. Which is a haunted house. It was not scary. The only thing scary is that you cant see at all even the person in front of you and the freaking nursery song in One Missed Call or some other show. Seriously, the song is FREAKING scary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, we went to buy food. Please dont ask what we bought cause I really dont remember. All I know is that we add junk food like crazy and I drank damn alot of sweet drinks. Say hello, to my fats, people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TDgNVxI-PzI/AAAAAAAABMo/cl5uPYSkTLA/s1600/000_0544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492154413197705010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TDgNVxI-PzI/AAAAAAAABMo/cl5uPYSkTLA/s400/000_0544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is when Su Fun is getting ready to get dump. Josephine wanna shoot. But she missed like 6 balls. You suck, Jose!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to the Dewan which is all games. We saw our class game stall. They did quite well. Wern Wei's mum was there which is my tuition teacher. We played Fusball like CRAZY! Really fun eventhough the machine sucks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TDgNKQTIeLI/AAAAAAAABMg/_jei8KcDBs8/s1600/000_0548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492154215403387058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TDgNKQTIeLI/AAAAAAAABMg/_jei8KcDBs8/s400/000_0548.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what I bought to finish my coupon and bring back home to eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; After, the gruesome heat and amazing pain on my leg. Well, it was damn fun. I loved today. It was even more hot cause I wore BLACK. My pants and my shirt. Plus, I wore another shirt inside. FREAKING HOT! But was damn fun. I hope my class did well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450248892268158846-8467118807633027579?l=crazylittlememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/feeds/8467118807633027579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/07/carnival-day-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/8467118807633027579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/8467118807633027579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/07/carnival-day-2010.html' title='Carnival Day 2010'/><author><name>WSYJolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15290509748890214433</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/_4keG5RORwpU/TDgOn2XjcvI/AAAAAAAABNY/LwxHbfZUqco/s72-c/000_0531.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450248892268158846.post-6259534739736932470</id><published>2010-07-05T19:50:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T20:07:39.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Victory Will Come</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"They may have lost the game but they won our hearts."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TDHJt3uUn0I/AAAAAAAABMY/0696q0mMaGE/s1600/FIFA5.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490391210630881090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 385px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TDHJt3uUn0I/AAAAAAAABMY/0696q0mMaGE/s400/FIFA5.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alright, alright. I admit, I am a Portugal fan. Wait, you knew? Alright, then. So anyway, after the lost of Spain which is 1-0 which disappoint the Portugal fans, I still like them ok? Doesnt mean they lost, doesnt mean its over. I dont hate any teams, mind you. I just dont like Brazil because most of the Brazil fans cursed Portugal that they will lose. So, yea. Sum it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TDHJk_lp3GI/AAAAAAAABMQ/vVCQJrELFaA/s1600/FIFA4.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490391058123185250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TDHJk_lp3GI/AAAAAAAABMQ/vVCQJrELFaA/s400/FIFA4.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I really miss Portugal and Fabio Coentrao! Really really really miss him and them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TDHJW1mQ9WI/AAAAAAAABMI/SNYJJM5j1jY/s1600/FIFA3.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490390814923224418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TDHJW1mQ9WI/AAAAAAAABMI/SNYJJM5j1jY/s400/FIFA3.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Match with North Korea 7-0. I love Portugal. I hope 2014 you guys will win the cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TDHJJ0f142I/AAAAAAAABMA/yb1i4iryzJM/s1600/FIFA2.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490390591289549666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TDHJJ0f142I/AAAAAAAABMA/yb1i4iryzJM/s400/FIFA2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Match with Spain, I knew Spain would win because they are better. But anyway, Portugal really played well. Or did they? Umm, I wonder sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TDHI98xGCpI/AAAAAAAABL4/BT8Yp1uqjPU/s1600/FIFA1.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490390387350964882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TDHI98xGCpI/AAAAAAAABL4/BT8Yp1uqjPU/s400/FIFA1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I miss Portugal. I hope I get to see them next FIFA. Argentina is out and so is Portugal. No one else to support. So just watch and wait for the results! Good luck the football fans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450248892268158846-6259534739736932470?l=crazylittlememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/feeds/6259534739736932470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/07/victory-will-come.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/6259534739736932470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/6259534739736932470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/07/victory-will-come.html' title='Victory Will Come'/><author><name>WSYJolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15290509748890214433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TDHJt3uUn0I/AAAAAAAABMY/0696q0mMaGE/s72-c/FIFA5.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450248892268158846.post-2137919300845185774</id><published>2010-07-03T17:47:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T16:00:24.339+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fifteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hi everyone. Here is a tribute post to everyone who wished me on my birthday today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(It is all in order and Im sorry of i didnt put your name here, please remind me. Also, if I spell your name wrongly please say. Thank you!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Shandrika Sundaram (Facebook)&lt;br /&gt;Melissa Felix (Facebook)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Rachel Tan (Facebook)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Charlene See (Facebook)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Andrew Quay (Facebook)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Lim Han Jin (Facebook)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Brother (Phone)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mother (Real Life)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Father (Real Life)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Firdaus Ferd (Facebook)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Siew Hooi Ooi (Facebook)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Afzal Nazeim (Facebook)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Malisa Shereen (Facebook)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Kevin Chiam (Facebook)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Muhammad Nur Amir (Facebook)&lt;br /&gt;Mok Han Leon (Facebook)&lt;br /&gt;Zunaira Zacky (Facebook)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Melvin Shawn D'Silva (Facebook)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nur Farha (Facebook)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ke Jia (Facebook)&lt;br /&gt;Ng Mei Yee (Facebook)&lt;br /&gt;Anis Zakri (Facebook)&lt;br /&gt;Azhar Abu Hassan (Facebook)&lt;br /&gt;Akiff Aiman Zulklifi (Facebook)&lt;br /&gt;Asher Park (Facebook)&lt;br /&gt;Timothy Teoh (Facebook)&lt;br /&gt;ZhanYenn Marcus (Facebook)&lt;br /&gt;Chee Kin Ho (Facebook)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ang Sher Mun (Facebook)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Syafiqah Yusoff (Facebook)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Kishann Subro (Facebook)&lt;br /&gt;Harith Asyraff (Facebook)&lt;br /&gt;Satgrushnn Maikel (Facebook)&lt;br /&gt;Jared Yim Zheng Yan (Facebook)&lt;br /&gt;Yen Huei Khor (Facebook)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Brandon Choo (Facebook)&lt;br /&gt;Josephine Ngu (Phone)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Aida Yusoff (Facebook)&lt;br /&gt;Fical Faruq (Facebook)&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas Pak (Facebook)&lt;br /&gt;Sivarangini Thambyrajah (Facebook)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nazreen Zainurin (Facebook)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Natalia Fernandez (Facebook)&lt;br /&gt;Mohd Syafiq Tolanic (Facebook)&lt;br /&gt;Hui Ying (Facebook)&lt;br /&gt;Lini Liyana (Facebook)&lt;br /&gt;Haikal Ihsan (Facebook)&lt;br /&gt;Brandon Norbert (Facebook)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ammelia Lim (Facebook)&lt;br /&gt;Joee Lim (Facebook)&lt;br /&gt;Bianca Masang (Facebook)&lt;br /&gt;Chun Yeaw Ng (Facebook)&lt;br /&gt;Chui Pin (Facebook)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dave Davendren (Facebook)&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Chin Yi Wen (Facebook)&lt;br /&gt;Aizat Akram (Facebook)&lt;br /&gt;Natalie Gunter (Facebook)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jack Lee (Facebook)&lt;br /&gt;Geetha Nair (Facebook)&lt;br /&gt;Ken Lee (MSN)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Raviena Ravi Varmman (Facebook)&lt;br /&gt;Johnson See (Facebook)&lt;br /&gt;Darshini Nair (Facebook)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jamie Melissa Chai (Facebook)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nicole Wong (Facebook)&lt;br /&gt;Park Jeung Huan (Facebook)&lt;br /&gt;Xiao Hui Tan (Facebook)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Charlene Lim (Phone)&lt;br /&gt;Alvin Wong (Facebook)&lt;br /&gt;해 마 라 다 (Facebook) &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sorry I dont know your real name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Rachel Mok (Facebook)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Amsyar Daniel (Facebook)&lt;br /&gt;Teo Vi Vien (Facebook)&lt;br /&gt;Nicole (Facebook)&lt;br /&gt;Kavindaren (Facebook)&lt;br /&gt;Aqilah Nadhirah (Facebook)&lt;br /&gt;Sara Ong Li Jinn (Facebook)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ZhanYenn Marcus (Facebook Again xD)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Syukran Nadzmi (Facebook)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Gan Jay Han (Facebook)&lt;br /&gt;Mohd Hafiz (Facebook)&lt;br /&gt;Aina Yasmin (Facebook)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dirran Uthama (Facebook)&lt;br /&gt;Wei Yuin Amanda (Facebook)&lt;br /&gt;Lian Soon (Facebook)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Korbe Lim (Facebook)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Annabel Marie Gomez (Facebook)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Patrick Anthoney (Facebook)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Gordon Yee (Facebook)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Shahreen (Facebook)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Alif Faisal (Facebook)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ping Teng (Facebook)&lt;br /&gt;Yi Jun (Facebook)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hui Jun Ho (Facebook)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Chong Jr (Facebook)&lt;br /&gt;Jan Marie (Facebook)&lt;br /&gt;Siti Nur Alia (Facebook)&lt;br /&gt;Emily Chan Yat Kuan (Facebook)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Khairunnisa Nadhira (Facebook)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sofea Zaharil (Facebook)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wendy Chong (Facebook)&lt;br /&gt;John Paul (Facebook)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Xanthea Mary (Facebook)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Julia Quah (Facebook)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Canesha Vijayakumar (Facebook)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Chan Wei Teng (Facebook)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Shahirah Shafii (Facebook)&lt;br /&gt;Toh Shi-Yuan (Facebook)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Chee Cheng Yi (Facebook)&lt;br /&gt;Nicholas Wong (Facebook)&lt;br /&gt;Eliza Jane Ng (Facebook)&lt;br /&gt;Rosey Chong (Facebook)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Kenneth Chan Tze Meng (Facebook)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sivaprya (Facebook)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Natasha Ng (Facebook)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to thank you guys so much for wishing me. I really am grateful for everything. Thanks so so so much. I love you guys and girls. Also, I wanna wish Brandon Choo happy birthday also. We are twins =D Well, not really. But same birthday. Haha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S. I will still update if other people still wish me. Thats all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450248892268158846-2137919300845185774?l=crazylittlememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/feeds/2137919300845185774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/07/fifteen.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/2137919300845185774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/2137919300845185774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/07/fifteen.html' title='Fifteen'/><author><name>WSYJolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15290509748890214433</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450248892268158846.post-8301786996717835257</id><published>2010-06-30T14:08:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T17:15:10.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Accomplished</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hello everyone. If you remembered, today morning (2.30am) was Portugal VS Spain. I wanted Portugal to win but they didnt. I just wanna say I am extremely dissappointed because I wanted them to win so badly. Really badly. To proof it to you that I wanted them to win, I woke up at 2.30am just to watch them play. Yes, I DID.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But they didnt win. Sigh, but whatever. This kind of things happen. Im extremely sad because&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1) I cant see Fabio Coentrao anymore. (Extreme hottie)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2) I supported Portugal for FIFA 2010! (Yes, I did)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3) I lost my bet with my bro (Dont ask)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But whatever, I still have another team to support which is Argentina. Portugal may be out but so what, I still got Argentina! Go! Go! I just wanna say that Portugal did well, even all the odds were against them. Yes, ALL odds were against them. Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1) The referee is a *&amp;amp;(@^&amp;amp;@(*!@()@#^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2) Spain was wayyyy better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3) They arent that good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4) Christiano Ronaldo didnt play well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yep, I gotta say it. Lol, I know, I lost so I am giving lots of excuses but it is true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, I bet you guys are wondering who is Fabio Coentrao. He plays in Benfica. He is the left winger in Portugal and he is amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TCrffSparYI/AAAAAAAABLA/EhvS3E-z_YA/s1600/fabiocoentreo.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488444824578862466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 357px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TCrffSparYI/AAAAAAAABLA/EhvS3E-z_YA/s400/fabiocoentreo.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TCrfahXLznI/AAAAAAAABK4/rIks7ABu1fk/s1600/fabiocoentrao.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488444742629576306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TCrfahXLznI/AAAAAAAABK4/rIks7ABu1fk/s400/fabiocoentrao.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He is damn handsome right? He is also a good player! Im going to miss him so much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450248892268158846-8301786996717835257?l=crazylittlememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/feeds/8301786996717835257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/06/accomplished.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/8301786996717835257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/8301786996717835257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/06/accomplished.html' title='Accomplished'/><author><name>WSYJolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15290509748890214433</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/_4keG5RORwpU/TCrffSparYI/AAAAAAAABLA/EhvS3E-z_YA/s72-c/fabiocoentreo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450248892268158846.post-3919958858504254458</id><published>2010-06-26T21:57:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T22:11:18.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Anthem of Our Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hello everyone! Today, Josephine went to my house and we played guitar. I played my electric guitar while Jose played my acoustic. It was fun. She teached me how to play "Wake Me Up When September Ends" by Green day on guitar. It was kinda difficult to remember but in the end we got used to it. Jose said I improved! *happy*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So anyway, we went to Summit with Shan. Shan didnt come my house because she got SMC. We had fun there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TCYIOk-xdeI/AAAAAAAABKw/2Ougiens1K4/s1600/000_0528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487082242535683554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TCYIOk-xdeI/AAAAAAAABKw/2Ougiens1K4/s400/000_0528.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This proves I like football ok? I support PORTUGAL! Go Portugal!! Fabio Coentrao is so handsome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TCYIH5muniI/AAAAAAAABKo/dWS3WSgC924/s1600/000_0527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487082127812894242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TCYIH5muniI/AAAAAAAABKo/dWS3WSgC924/s400/000_0527.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See, I like football. I support Argentina! Go Argentina and Portugal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TCYH9ueDEVI/AAAAAAAABKg/PyfOzbL_6Ck/s1600/000_0523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487081953025003858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TCYH9ueDEVI/AAAAAAAABKg/PyfOzbL_6Ck/s400/000_0523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went to eat in Shihlin. It was awesome. I and Jose didnt eat much because we were so full. Me and Jose ate in my house. So, yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating, we went to the phone shop, its a long story but lets just say im helping my bro to fix his I-Phone. So after that, we looked for Shan's bass. We found it in Piano Station which is RM530. We tried to play the bass. The sound was quite nice. Shan say she wanna buy if she had the money. Good luck, Shan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TCYH1qFUiII/AAAAAAAABKY/114yaAacjHY/s1600/000_0524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487081814408595586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TCYH1qFUiII/AAAAAAAABKY/114yaAacjHY/s400/000_0524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is when we in McDonalds. Just sit down, chit chat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TCYHskm_BpI/AAAAAAAABKQ/o7fokRghMxI/s1600/000_0525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487081658320357010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TCYHskm_BpI/AAAAAAAABKQ/o7fokRghMxI/s400/000_0525.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TCYHkdNbkPI/AAAAAAAABKI/nW_poFcN54o/s1600/000_0526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487081518895173874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TCYHkdNbkPI/AAAAAAAABKI/nW_poFcN54o/s400/000_0526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TCYHaHXZTuI/AAAAAAAABKA/eY1EVX-TG9g/s1600/000_0530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487081341232697058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TCYHaHXZTuI/AAAAAAAABKA/eY1EVX-TG9g/s400/000_0530.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was when we were in the car. Asking them to take picture is damn hard. We had lots of fun. In summit and in my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S., Shan stop being EMO!&lt;/em&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/6450248892268158846-3919958858504254458?l=crazylittlememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/feeds/3919958858504254458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/06/anthem-of-our-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/3919958858504254458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/3919958858504254458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/06/anthem-of-our-day.html' title='The Anthem of Our Day'/><author><name>WSYJolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15290509748890214433</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/_4keG5RORwpU/TCYIOk-xdeI/AAAAAAAABKw/2Ougiens1K4/s72-c/000_0528.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450248892268158846.post-4459373137088721079</id><published>2010-06-24T21:02:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T21:14:40.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Baby, Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Warning, this post may contain over-excitedness by the writer. Please refrain from celebrating with her.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hello everyone. Today, is the HAPPIEST day of my life. I am so happy I could jump in joy. I could ran around naked. I could scream and shout all day long. Why? Well....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TCNYLKJWkfI/AAAAAAAABJ4/DKVljj6EKUY/s1600/000_0518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486325719792783858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TCNYLKJWkfI/AAAAAAAABJ4/DKVljj6EKUY/s400/000_0518.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Say hello, to my baby Dream. This is my new electric guitar. I ALWAYS wanted an electric guitar and on this day, I got it. I am really damn happy. I named my guitar "Dream" because I just wanna say to everyone, that dreams really do come true. So, keep the faith my friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TCNYA7skVhI/AAAAAAAABJw/DYfj6uE5b8I/s1600/000_0520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486325544115262994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TCNYA7skVhI/AAAAAAAABJw/DYfj6uE5b8I/s400/000_0520.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The brand is Warnell. I bought in Summit on the highest floor. I was too happy until I forgot the shop name. My dad (yes, my dad) chose my guitar. He chose this because he like the tune. All together it cost RM 1200 for amplifier and guitar. Also, he gave us freebies like pick, strap, cover, and strings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was damn expensive but its my dream. I paid RM1000 and my parents paid RM200. My parents said its my birthday present. Well, I just wanna say this is the BEST birthday present I ever received in my whole 14 years and 11 months! Thank you, mom and dad! I LOVE YOU SOOOOOO MUCH~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450248892268158846-4459373137088721079?l=crazylittlememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/feeds/4459373137088721079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-baby-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/4459373137088721079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/4459373137088721079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-baby-dream.html' title='My Baby, Dream'/><author><name>WSYJolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15290509748890214433</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/_4keG5RORwpU/TCNYLKJWkfI/AAAAAAAABJ4/DKVljj6EKUY/s72-c/000_0518.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450248892268158846.post-148095571894975973</id><published>2010-06-19T16:17:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T16:41:06.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drawings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hello everyone, Im posting my drawings. I hope you dont mind. It is ugly alright? I just wanna post because I got nothing else to do. So, I drew and coloured with pencil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TByBI8ez9eI/AAAAAAAABJA/DHmhPB4vH6M/s1600/000_0515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484400436904719842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TByBI8ez9eI/AAAAAAAABJA/DHmhPB4vH6M/s400/000_0515.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left side, High Dragon from Dragon Age and right side, Arcane Horror from Dragon Age also.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TByBCPehvNI/AAAAAAAABI4/F3FmiRCDfos/s1600/000_0514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484400321744714962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TByBCPehvNI/AAAAAAAABI4/F3FmiRCDfos/s400/000_0514.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dont know how to draw the face but here is the upper part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TByA60NPw-I/AAAAAAAABIw/oB6SDz1DhPo/s1600/000_0511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484400194165392354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TByA60NPw-I/AAAAAAAABIw/oB6SDz1DhPo/s400/000_0511.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lower part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TByAy9GBErI/AAAAAAAABIo/1-juZagc7ic/s1600/000_0509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484400059112034994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TByAy9GBErI/AAAAAAAABIo/1-juZagc7ic/s400/000_0509.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TByArKkx5SI/AAAAAAAABIg/R3tbv9X1_lM/s1600/000_0508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484399925291771170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TByArKkx5SI/AAAAAAAABIg/R3tbv9X1_lM/s400/000_0508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my dragon. Im more proud of it then the Arcane Horror. Here is the one of the wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TByAeuT7UJI/AAAAAAAABIY/VyjSHWXuG0I/s1600/000_0507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484399711546462354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TByAeuT7UJI/AAAAAAAABIY/VyjSHWXuG0I/s400/000_0507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lower part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TByAYCoo8HI/AAAAAAAABIQ/gxyWbGoHFi4/s1600/000_0506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484399596742963314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TByAYCoo8HI/AAAAAAAABIQ/gxyWbGoHFi4/s400/000_0506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The overall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TByAQIiz3OI/AAAAAAAABII/mE9kBVJlw0Q/s1600/000_0505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484399460890172642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TByAQIiz3OI/AAAAAAAABII/mE9kBVJlw0Q/s400/000_0505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upper part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TByAGQGfXfI/AAAAAAAABIA/JcHRnGJJ6Eo/s1600/000_0504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484399291120180722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TByAGQGfXfI/AAAAAAAABIA/JcHRnGJJ6Eo/s400/000_0504.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another overall picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, sorry for the ugliness but I wanna post it cause I am kinda proud of it. First time drawing like that. I drew the Arcane Horror first then I drew the High Dragon. Hope you like it. Bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450248892268158846-148095571894975973?l=crazylittlememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/feeds/148095571894975973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/06/drawings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/148095571894975973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/148095571894975973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/06/drawings.html' title='Drawings'/><author><name>WSYJolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15290509748890214433</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/_4keG5RORwpU/TByBI8ez9eI/AAAAAAAABJA/DHmhPB4vH6M/s72-c/000_0515.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450248892268158846.post-4075083090557544647</id><published>2010-06-17T13:10:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T13:35:33.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Road Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hello I am posting again about Genting trip. It was kinda last minute planning but here it is. Shandrika and Josephine followed me to Genting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TBmwQ1Ph98I/AAAAAAAABH4/nilN_CIIGKA/s1600/000_0481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483607824516904898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TBmwQ1Ph98I/AAAAAAAABH4/nilN_CIIGKA/s400/000_0481.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is when we arrived to Genting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TBmwFy13h2I/AAAAAAAABHw/7k-tS8H6sV0/s1600/000_0482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483607634893834082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TBmwFy13h2I/AAAAAAAABHw/7k-tS8H6sV0/s400/000_0482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hahahah! This is my favourite picture in Genting. Damn funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TBmv4eE0viI/AAAAAAAABHo/g1WLlvmKTLg/s1600/000_0484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483607405981122082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TBmv4eE0viI/AAAAAAAABHo/g1WLlvmKTLg/s400/000_0484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Ripley's Believe It Or Not. This is the chair made for the world's tallest man. So Josephine sat on it. Ripley's Believe It Or Not is kinda eerie place but it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TBmvsNO4m4I/AAAAAAAABHg/h7LcGMU7iag/s1600/000_0485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483607195301485442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TBmvsNO4m4I/AAAAAAAABHg/h7LcGMU7iag/s400/000_0485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shandrika's turn to sit on the chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TBmvaWWR9tI/AAAAAAAABHY/i3wCH-O1wBQ/s1600/000_0487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483606888510781138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TBmvaWWR9tI/AAAAAAAABHY/i3wCH-O1wBQ/s400/000_0487.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "luckiest" chair. Shan and Jose sat on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TBmvP5_4GUI/AAAAAAAABHQ/g9hHl4ymZiQ/s1600/000_0488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483606709101926722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TBmvP5_4GUI/AAAAAAAABHQ/g9hHl4ymZiQ/s400/000_0488.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get it right? LOL! Look at Shandrika's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TBmvJDMQzqI/AAAAAAAABHI/cA_dxkjNB1w/s1600/000_0489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483606591310712482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TBmvJDMQzqI/AAAAAAAABHI/cA_dxkjNB1w/s400/000_0489.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Shandrika near the stacked up books. Its real!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TBmvA6Q1pkI/AAAAAAAABHA/zX9hwA7D6uQ/s1600/000_0492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483606451475031618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TBmvA6Q1pkI/AAAAAAAABHA/zX9hwA7D6uQ/s400/000_0492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was after dinner. They wanted to drink Starbucks but I didnt want to. So they drank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TBmu3a33m8I/AAAAAAAABG4/pHpjVpRu5LY/s1600/000_0493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483606288429980610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TBmu3a33m8I/AAAAAAAABG4/pHpjVpRu5LY/s400/000_0493.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See la, so bad they both. 'Cause they dont wanna look at the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TBmuuwbB29I/AAAAAAAABGw/2KPOlekhDsE/s1600/000_0497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483606139595774930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TBmuuwbB29I/AAAAAAAABGw/2KPOlekhDsE/s400/000_0497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another part of Starbucks. When Josephine drank her Starbucks she went crazy. Like really crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TBmunm2m65I/AAAAAAAABGo/cKA-frUpvs8/s1600/000_0500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483606016768011154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TBmunm2m65I/AAAAAAAABGo/cKA-frUpvs8/s400/000_0500.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt take picture of Outdoor Theme Park because it is kinda difficult to bring our camera. So I only brought my phone and purse. Our first ride was Spinner. It was damn fun. Also we rode the Merry-Go-Round TWICE. Thanks to Josephine. We waited for the Corkscrew line which is damn freaking long but it was worth it. We rode the Cyclone which is so freaking long. We went to the boat ride. Shandrika went with some unknown person. I went with Jose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went for the Bumper Boats also but Shandrika couldnt because she was over the weight limit. Then this tourist from India came to cut our line. I was so freaking mad. We had to wait damn freaking long. I was damn pissed. But I tried to calm myself down. Then, when it was going to be our turn. I said to Jose "Some people their parents never teach to line up." One of the freaking Indian guy look at me. I stare back with the "What the shit you want" face. I was so freaking pissed. When it was our turn, I banged the shit out of the Indian tourists. I felt good. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to this Space Ship Thingy. I dont know what its called. Our lunch was burger at 4. We rode the Pirate Ship but Josephine didnt because her stomach didnt feel well. Well, I think the best ride is the Bumper Boats (minus the freaking Indian tourists and Shandrika couldnt ride)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TBmugZSqCuI/AAAAAAAABGg/YnSRsVhFviw/s1600/000_0501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483605892868475618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TBmugZSqCuI/AAAAAAAABGg/YnSRsVhFviw/s400/000_0501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was our Dazzle tickets. We got two free tickets so we decided to buy a new one and watch the show. The show is just okay only la. Some parts are really funny. Dazzle has been in Genting for like damn long already. It was nice to watch. Its just a 1 hour show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry, I didnt take picture of the two days. We stayed in Genting for 3 days 2 nights by the way. So anyway, the next day of the Outdoor Theme Park fun. We went back quite early around 11am. Then we makan at Subang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So then Shandrika's mum finish work at 8. So she went back at 8 and Josephine went back at 4 (so early la!). Shan and me watch "Stay Alive" well. It wasnt scary la honestly maybe because I wasnt looking but it wasnt that scary. I think Coming Soon also scarier. SERIOUSLY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Shan ate at my house. We ate nasi lemak. Then she went back at 8. Btw, I played guitar like crazy yesterday but it was fun. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450248892268158846-4075083090557544647?l=crazylittlememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/feeds/4075083090557544647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/06/road-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/4075083090557544647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/4075083090557544647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/06/road-trip.html' title='Road Trip'/><author><name>WSYJolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15290509748890214433</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/_4keG5RORwpU/TBmwQ1Ph98I/AAAAAAAABH4/nilN_CIIGKA/s72-c/000_0481.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450248892268158846.post-3731605610296582872</id><published>2010-06-16T18:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T18:34:13.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let It Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; "When the heart breaks, it can be mended during some time but scars will never heal."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TBimoJO5kEI/AAAAAAAABGY/ye_ewPT6QPw/s1600/mendedheart.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483315754926968898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TBimoJO5kEI/AAAAAAAABGY/ye_ewPT6QPw/s400/mendedheart.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dont like to put stupid emo posts but I wanna get this straight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dont like him anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I never did after "it" happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dont like getting stared on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dont like getting backstabbed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dont like when people talk about me behind my back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dont like remembering about it.&lt;br /&gt;I dont like getting stepped on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dont like when I think about it.&lt;br /&gt;I dont like to do this kind of posts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dont like anything this way again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But, no matter...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;..how brokenhearted I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;..how sad I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;..how angry I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;..how mad I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;..how crazy I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;..how stupid I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;..how foolish I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;..how blur I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;..how blinded I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just wanna say...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WITH ALL MY HEART...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I FORGIVE YOU...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AND ALWAYS YOU'LL...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BE FORGIVEN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450248892268158846-3731605610296582872?l=crazylittlememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/feeds/3731605610296582872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/06/let-it-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/3731605610296582872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/3731605610296582872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/06/let-it-go.html' title='Let It Go'/><author><name>WSYJolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15290509748890214433</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/_4keG5RORwpU/TBimoJO5kEI/AAAAAAAABGY/ye_ewPT6QPw/s72-c/mendedheart.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450248892268158846.post-3540562311877472140</id><published>2010-06-16T17:18:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T21:42:52.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Love Letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483301427889561874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TBiZmM2_4RI/AAAAAAAABFo/xRd8N-xBnoA/s400/000_0469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hello everyone. Im here posting about my Pre-Confirmation Camp! I hope you enjoy my post about God and well, camp. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let me tell you, I came to camp with a very heavy heart. I didnt want to go, and I was like "Uhhh! Why must I go?! Waste time la~!" I was seriously like that. So, when we arrived in camp, I felt like "Wow, nothing special at all." Then on our first talk. I was really inspired. I gotten inspired even more after every talk and session. Even my sunday school mates whom I didnt bother talking to, I really made friends with them. I, really had fun. Honest. Also, the food right. We had like BREAKFAST, TEA, LUNCH, TEA, DINNER AND SUPPER. 6 meals a day! MY GOSH! Let me tell you, we yes, even the guys cry like mad. Its damn sad la. Every talk and session is damn sad. Then I slowly realize how lucky I am to be in this camp. Also, I felt like I got closer to God. I feel very good after the camp. I honestly, would like to go again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483300188647978194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TBiYeEUx9NI/AAAAAAAABEo/8atD2785awY/s400/000_0461.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was when we at the bus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TBiaVCV6dII/AAAAAAAABGQ/wMatKcw0Q9s/s1600/000_0462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483302232520291458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TBiaVCV6dII/AAAAAAAABGQ/wMatKcw0Q9s/s400/000_0462.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The two Michelles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TBiaL6oqTOI/AAAAAAAABGI/yLP_nYfwnm0/s1600/000_0463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483302075832618210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TBiaL6oqTOI/AAAAAAAABGI/yLP_nYfwnm0/s400/000_0463.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is when we arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TBiaCRtdh7I/AAAAAAAABGA/KRhSqUURxss/s1600/000_0466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483301910228076466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TBiaCRtdh7I/AAAAAAAABGA/KRhSqUURxss/s400/000_0466.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This was the glimpse in our dorms. Got another dorm though. I slept on top of Natasha because they had bunk beds. It was damn nice and got air-con but it was FREEZING. Nat and me slept near the door which is the worst. But it was ok. Everyone got two pillows. So, yea it was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TBiZ4MTCCtI/AAAAAAAABF4/sFDhffdfcG8/s1600/000_0467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483301736976354002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TBiZ4MTCCtI/AAAAAAAABF4/sFDhffdfcG8/s400/000_0467.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here is Nat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TBiZvFwu50I/AAAAAAAABFw/smSbMejpTAs/s1600/000_0468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483301580603057986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TBiZvFwu50I/AAAAAAAABFw/smSbMejpTAs/s400/000_0468.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet this is after waking up. Which is the next day. I know, because its messy and look at the towels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TBiZbiMDGNI/AAAAAAAABFg/vyldj8OUBh4/s1600/000_0470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483301244636436690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TBiZbiMDGNI/AAAAAAAABFg/vyldj8OUBh4/s400/000_0470.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day, waiting for breakfast. Was damn hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TBiZUo9G7NI/AAAAAAAABFY/0w9HYbLQzvc/s1600/000_0473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483301126193736914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TBiZUo9G7NI/AAAAAAAABFY/0w9HYbLQzvc/s400/000_0473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and nat, was very sleepy. Slept at 12.30am woke up around 6. Its crazy. I need 10 hours of sleep not 6!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TBiZNUUX2KI/AAAAAAAABFQ/XnAvSAmHZy0/s1600/000_0474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483301000395085986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TBiZNUUX2KI/AAAAAAAABFQ/XnAvSAmHZy0/s400/000_0474.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Michelle Chin, Michelle Tong, Eddy, Natasha from left to right. Eddy is one of our speakers. He is very funny and nice. He is also a great speaker. Got many other speakers too which I really like them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TBiZCcq4RJI/AAAAAAAABFI/lztSahu2Q44/s1600/000_0475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483300813658408082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TBiZCcq4RJI/AAAAAAAABFI/lztSahu2Q44/s400/000_0475.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is 3rd day. Slept at 1am woke up around 6.30am which is crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TBiY5M_eaUI/AAAAAAAABFA/f6Tvwm1L6x0/s1600/000_0477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483300654831003970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TBiY5M_eaUI/AAAAAAAABFA/f6Tvwm1L6x0/s400/000_0477.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TBiYwyCN8DI/AAAAAAAABE4/GBq2Flzhs0M/s1600/000_0479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483300510155796530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TBiYwyCN8DI/AAAAAAAABE4/GBq2Flzhs0M/s400/000_0479.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crosses! Love God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TBiYppIPy3I/AAAAAAAABEw/EhBiT2YWe2g/s1600/000_0480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483300387506080626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TBiYppIPy3I/AAAAAAAABEw/EhBiT2YWe2g/s400/000_0480.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is when we going back. My battery died after this picture. So we packed our stuff and head outside. I was happy and sad to leave. Happy because I get to see my family, sleep more, see my guitar, computer (YES!) and my bed. Sad because camp was fun, I made alot of friends, we are well taken care of (except for sleeping) and I got closer to God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;INNER HEALING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, on the second day around at night. We had our inner healing session. Inner healing is like God cleansing us from the bad things that happened to us. So, we cried like crap before the inner healing. Then we had to stand up, close our eyes, think of God and put our hands out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, then the people will come and do some tongue language. I swore, when they started doing it, I jumped out of my skin. Its like they casting a spell on us. Seriously, I was terrified. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, there was this girl beside me, her name is Ammelia. They did the prayer over her. Yes, I was eavesdropping. So, she sat down and went to other side. Like emo-ing. Then she cried like crazy. It was like sobbing. It was crying! Seriously. (Btw, I asked her how she was after the inner healing she said she didnt remember what she did)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, it was my turn. I was damn scared. When they doing it, my legs felt damn numb but I didnt want to fall. (You can fall btw) Why? At the back of me was like chairs! So, I had to tahan. Then the guy ask me to sit. I was like phew. Then when I looked around, I think half of the students fainted. They were on the fall. Seriously, no joke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the inner healing, I didnt feel sad. (before that I was crying my eyes out) Then I felt totally fine! Eventhough I didnt see God, nor felt God. I know he is there beside me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BLESSING OF THE HOLY SPIRIT &amp;amp; GIFT OF TONGUES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me just say, it was crazy. Its same as the inner healing where they use the tongue language and it is possible to faint. So if you want the Gift Of Tongue we had to repeat "Hallelujah" for like many times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I stand up, close my eyes, think of God, held out my hands and keep saying "Hallelujah". Again, I didnt fall. Did twice but nothing happened. So even after that, we still had to say "Hallelujah" and close our eyes but this time, we can sit down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, while I was sitting. My whole body felt like damn numb and I felt I was falling backwards. I really couldnt like move. So I use my hand to stop the fall. After that, I did the same thing. But this time my head felt like it went upwards. Like going upwards slowly. So, I open my eyes and it still happened! It happened TWICE. I dont know what God is showing me but I wasnt moving my head at all. It moved on its own. Honest!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After those two incidents. I closed my eyes. (You know when you close your eyes you can see like darkness like black or yellow if got light) So, I saw that. But then it changed colour! SERIOUSLY. I changed to like red and purple. I was like what the heck. So I open my eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those were my experience in Pre-Confirmation in camp. I am ulitmately honest. So, thats it. Bye! I really wanna go again~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450248892268158846-3540562311877472140?l=crazylittlememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/feeds/3540562311877472140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/06/fathers-love-letter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/3540562311877472140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/3540562311877472140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/06/fathers-love-letter.html' title='Father&apos;s Love Letter'/><author><name>WSYJolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15290509748890214433</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/_4keG5RORwpU/TBiZmM2_4RI/AAAAAAAABFo/xRd8N-xBnoA/s72-c/000_0469.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450248892268158846.post-1651688695187770154</id><published>2010-06-10T23:12:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T10:51:37.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Born</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hello everyone! I am back to post before my camp starts. So, yesterday (Thursday, 10 June 2010) Shandrika, me, Josephine and Charlene went to Sunway Piramid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TBECd8nlOmI/AAAAAAAABEg/khhzT0T0IWI/s1600/000_0446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481164934998211170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TBECd8nlOmI/AAAAAAAABEg/khhzT0T0IWI/s400/000_0446.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had our lunch in Subway. It was damn nice. But somehow its cold. Anyway, its awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TBECPUnAAmI/AAAAAAAABEY/KB9pNXbXWmM/s1600/000_0447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481164683740185186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TBECPUnAAmI/AAAAAAAABEY/KB9pNXbXWmM/s400/000_0447.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After we are done~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TBECGGTXx4I/AAAAAAAABEQ/H3gVg9y6Iuo/s1600/000_0449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481164525280937858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TBECGGTXx4I/AAAAAAAABEQ/H3gVg9y6Iuo/s400/000_0449.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked somemore, then decided to drink ice blended. Damn nice~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TBEB-M2l29I/AAAAAAAABEI/J7wbBeUO8tg/s1600/000_0451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481164389600320466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TBEB-M2l29I/AAAAAAAABEI/J7wbBeUO8tg/s400/000_0451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, got bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before Charlene arrived, we bought her drumsticks for a Future Birthday Plan. Hope you like it! So, anyway. We also bought our friendship necklace which is an angel wing. Its damn nice and damn expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TBEB0824FnI/AAAAAAAABEA/Uei7fPcXu1k/s1600/000_0452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481164230687725170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TBEB0824FnI/AAAAAAAABEA/Uei7fPcXu1k/s400/000_0452.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met up with Charlene in Zing. We gave her the drumsticks. I gave it to her! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TBEBryKEEEI/AAAAAAAABD4/yWeMa8qIc8g/s1600/000_0454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481164073196589122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TBEBryKEEEI/AAAAAAAABD4/yWeMa8qIc8g/s400/000_0454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They got hungry and wanted to eat Sushi. So, okay. We went there but I didnt feel like eating. Was so darn full. I dont know how they can eat so much. Haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TBEBiJ8VTEI/AAAAAAAABDw/wGIir58pbEY/s1600/000_0455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481163907782757442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TBEBiJ8VTEI/AAAAAAAABDw/wGIir58pbEY/s400/000_0455.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, when it comes to sushi. So serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TBEBWKKjsNI/AAAAAAAABDo/o4k_6w7_HiQ/s1600/000_0456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481163701683990738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TBEBWKKjsNI/AAAAAAAABDo/o4k_6w7_HiQ/s400/000_0456.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this wasnt even lunch. We had our lunch already. Sick right they all? Lol, KIDDING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TBEBMhR-f-I/AAAAAAAABDg/ysyVPDF6qR8/s1600/000_0458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481163536090431458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TBEBMhR-f-I/AAAAAAAABDg/ysyVPDF6qR8/s400/000_0458.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol, this was in some shop. I forgot. So, CHARLENE decided to find clothes and put them on then take picture. So, we did that. Btw, I choose the super tight one without knowing. DAMN TIGHT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TBEBA2b7XhI/AAAAAAAABDY/kY6GT0S1-sY/s1600/000_0460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481163335610883602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TBEBA2b7XhI/AAAAAAAABDY/kY6GT0S1-sY/s400/000_0460.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why my hair damn brown? Lol, anyway. This when we went back home. Damn jam! One hour in Shan's mum's car. Haha. But it was fun in Sunway. Btw, before that they went archery. Haha. It was funny to say "Charl you suck", "Jose you suck" and "Shan you suck." hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright thats all. Today got camp. Lets hope I will have fun. See you guys on Sunday. BYE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450248892268158846-1651688695187770154?l=crazylittlememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/feeds/1651688695187770154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/06/new-born.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/1651688695187770154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/1651688695187770154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/06/new-born.html' title='New Born'/><author><name>WSYJolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15290509748890214433</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/_4keG5RORwpU/TBECd8nlOmI/AAAAAAAABEg/khhzT0T0IWI/s72-c/000_0446.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450248892268158846.post-6721026147546527101</id><published>2010-06-10T09:48:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T10:07:40.817+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Good Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hello everyone, Im posting again. Okay, enough of the band thing already. Very sorry but I couldnt help it. So anyway, on Friday (4 June 2010) we went to Summit. One day after test and school AND tuition. We had a blast but because of my parents force us to come back home early. Btw, it was on sleepover too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TBBGR34tf6I/AAAAAAAABDI/cDwSXoih-CM/s1600/000_0439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480958019383426978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TBBGR34tf6I/AAAAAAAABDI/cDwSXoih-CM/s400/000_0439.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The newly decorated Summit USJ! Full of balls. Haha. So, FIFA is coming am I right? Two words, BIG DEAL. I hate football. Sorry fans =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TBBGFFPcVcI/AAAAAAAABDA/UbykquY96ZU/s1600/000_0437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480957799630132674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TBBGFFPcVcI/AAAAAAAABDA/UbykquY96ZU/s400/000_0437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Josephine and Shandrika followed me. This was after we makan dinner at KFC. For FREEE!!! It was awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TBBF9GwusRI/AAAAAAAABC4/O9PeUFufa9c/s1600/000_0438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480957662599229714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TBBF9GwusRI/AAAAAAAABC4/O9PeUFufa9c/s400/000_0438.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the "We Have Everything Shop" which they really do have most of things. Lots of toys, and we found a beanie in that shop. Got lots of other things. Really fun to wander around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TBBFvISdOtI/AAAAAAAABCw/Sw9kzloC6HA/s1600/000_0440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480957422490958546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TBBFvISdOtI/AAAAAAAABCw/Sw9kzloC6HA/s400/000_0440.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is when we found our friendship ring shop. I lost mine T_T I cant find it man. Anyway, we were looking for music stickers to put in our lyrics book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TBBFkrrwXPI/AAAAAAAABCo/SIgDwiyuBJU/s1600/000_0443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480957243013750002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TBBFkrrwXPI/AAAAAAAABCo/SIgDwiyuBJU/s400/000_0443.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, this is when they're at my house. For sleepover! Chips and cheese! The cheese we bought from KFC. It was damn nice but we were damn full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TBBFcTYi0xI/AAAAAAAABCg/9NxgU0_47xg/s1600/000_0444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480957099051766546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TBBFcTYi0xI/AAAAAAAABCg/9NxgU0_47xg/s400/000_0444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is shan, HOGGING the computer all to herself. *hhmp* Joking la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TBBE4PYK7qI/AAAAAAAABCY/WNqwPSjhQZs/s1600/000_0445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480956479501168290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TBBE4PYK7qI/AAAAAAAABCY/WNqwPSjhQZs/s400/000_0445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was went we were watching White Chicks. Damn funny. Btw, you can see my guitar at the back! XD Josephine's face is freaking scary!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after that. Around 1 something. We went to bed. Jose couldnt sleep. But I could sleep peacefully. Its my room anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we woke up in the morning, I woke up the last. Haha. We sat around chatting. Then Shandrika had to go back damn early. Because she got tuition! Sad right? Josephine and me stayed quite long. We watched Ip Man 2. Had our lunch outside. Played the guitar. Watch Muse live. She went back around 5. It was awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, thats it. I hope to post more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450248892268158846-6721026147546527101?l=crazylittlememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/feeds/6721026147546527101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/06/good-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/6721026147546527101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/6721026147546527101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/06/good-life.html' title='The Good Life'/><author><name>WSYJolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15290509748890214433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TBBGR34tf6I/AAAAAAAABDI/cDwSXoih-CM/s72-c/000_0439.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450248892268158846.post-8167827460953627083</id><published>2010-06-07T21:11:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T21:45:49.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Never Too Late</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Drown all my sorrows with music."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480019976146814226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TAzxIkhGhRI/AAAAAAAABBw/9wQFY_mCpRs/s400/music.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hello my readers. Its holiday week. For 2 weeks. Of course, I am happy. I really have been lazy blogging because many people are not updating their blogs which make me really upset and lazy. Please update my friends! Please!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alright, I got a new addiction. Its called, music. I have been music non stop. I really cant find out whether I am just nuts or mad. But really, everyday at least the whole half days. Rock, punk rock, band whatever you call it. I listen to it. No, I dont listen to "now" songs like Lady Gaga, Jason Derulo, Justin Bieber and others. I listen to band which are kinda old like My Chemical Romance, Three Days Grace, Green Day, Muse and others. Thats what I call music.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TAzy5j61Q3I/AAAAAAAABCQ/uO8vBrn8XX0/s1600/greenday.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480021917311517554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 384px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TAzy5j61Q3I/AAAAAAAABCQ/uO8vBrn8XX0/s400/greenday.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green Day&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, I wanna say. Billie Joe Armstrong is love. He is so handsome, amazing, good singer and MANY others. Sorry, Im a sucker for eyeliner, black hair and green eyes. Anyway, I really like this band but their new album was kinda a disappointment, right? I love Green Day though. I really do. But I hope they produce nicer songs like "Wake Me Up When September Ends" and "Boulevard of Broken Dreams". Those two songs is the best! BEST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TAzyyJfvylI/AAAAAAAABCI/BylPZS-cKow/s1600/threedaysgrace.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480021789959506514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TAzyyJfvylI/AAAAAAAABCI/BylPZS-cKow/s400/threedaysgrace.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Three Days Grace&lt;br /&gt;Got addicted to them since like yesterday! Haha, I am serious. Yesterday. Thanks Ken for the showing me this amazing band. I really like them. They produce good music. 90% of the songs I listened from them is my favourites, not to mention their live performence is pretty darn good too. Kudos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TAzytSWZhcI/AAAAAAAABCA/QUg_SPfOxy8/s1600/mychemicalromance.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480021706436871618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TAzytSWZhcI/AAAAAAAABCA/QUg_SPfOxy8/s400/mychemicalromance.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My Chemical Romance&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, firstly. Gerard Arthur Way is love. I love him, he is so inspiring, handsome and he understands life so well. Eyeliner, handsome and inspiring, thats what he got. Makes me love him so much. My Chemical Romance rocks! They know what is music. They are so awesome. I love My Chemical Romance! But I hope they will make their new album. I really am looking for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TAzyoE80KFI/AAAAAAAABB4/QjF7IsAIyXE/s1600/musemuse.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480021616940558418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TAzyoE80KFI/AAAAAAAABB4/QjF7IsAIyXE/s400/musemuse.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Muse&lt;br /&gt;Muse is the most amazing, talented, professional and awesome band I ever met in my life. Firstly, their life performence is the best I ever seen in my life, its better than their studio. Secondly, their music really runs in your soul. Thirdly, they can play awesomely. The guitarist (Matthew Bellamy) is awesome. Best guitarist in the 21st century! He is amazing. Not to mention the others. This is, hands down the best band ever!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ok, enough about bands, bands and more bands. But I really like them. Yes, I have a problem. Its called addiction. Anyway, this holiday I am really busy except for the next week. Here is my two week holiday schedule.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday (7 June 2010)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tuition&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday (8 June 2010)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 Tuitions&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday (9 June 2010)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Going friend's house&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday (10 June 2010)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sunway&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday (11 June 2010) to Sunday (13 June 2010)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;CAMP! (no, im not excited)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday (14 June 2010) to Wednesday (16 June 2010)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Genting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday (17 June 2010) to Sunday (20 June 2010)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Free, wanna go somewhere? XD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;No, I am not complaining. I am kinda happy its packed with stuff because it will be fun and it wont make my holiday boring. So, I think this is the best holiday. I love this holiday! I hope the next holiday is good too. No, I am not missing an inch of school and I never will.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Alright, thats all. Sorry for long post but its been a long time since I posted. Lol! So, bye!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450248892268158846-8167827460953627083?l=crazylittlememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/feeds/8167827460953627083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-never-too-late.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/8167827460953627083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/8167827460953627083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-never-too-late.html' title='Its Never Too Late'/><author><name>WSYJolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15290509748890214433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/TAzxIkhGhRI/AAAAAAAABBw/9wQFY_mCpRs/s72-c/music.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450248892268158846.post-838527192047332853</id><published>2010-05-27T22:11:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T22:24:45.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Undisclosed Desires</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Cause the hardest part of this is leaving you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475953191703642402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S_5-aj4pgSI/AAAAAAAABBA/JoEVKRkN0tQ/s400/LurveLove.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hello my wonderful viewers/fans/readers/strangers/friends/family and so on. Hi. Alright, lets skip to the point shall we? Okay, so test is on Thursday which is today. But it isnt the important subjects like seni, sivik and pjk. So, I wanna say I screwed up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So anyway, next week is the real D Day! So wish me luck and I wanna wish luck to every Form 3! To others, good luck getting your results. Tomorrow is holiday, but it doesnt feel like it because test is still around. So its a study day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sigh, honestly I didnt really study if you ask me. Well, if you count doing homework and doing work from tuition. Yes, I studied. Hell lot. But no it doesnt count, so no, I am screwed. But really, I didnt really focus much for this test. So.. I hope I do well anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have been crazy about something lately. Very crazy. Sometimes, I am so crazy that I think about it everytime. It is.. guys. Yes! GUYS! I am crazy about them. Good thing is I am not lesbian. Bad thing, I think about them too much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guys with eyeliner, black hair and green eyes. Is... hot. I love guys with eyeliner, black hair and green eyes. No, Im not emo. But I just love them alright? Examples are, Billie Joe Armstrong (singer from Green Day), Gerard Arthur Way (singer from My Chemical Romance) and Adam Lambert (runner-up for season 8 American Idol).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, Im weird. I know. Anyway, I am crazy about a band. Its called Muse! I absolutely love Muse! Their live performences are actually better than their studio recording one. I am dead serious! Their live is the best live I ever heard in my entire life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alright, enough yakking. Just trying to update my blog. Thanks for viewing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450248892268158846-838527192047332853?l=crazylittlememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/feeds/838527192047332853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/05/undisclosed-desires.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/838527192047332853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/838527192047332853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/05/undisclosed-desires.html' title='Undisclosed Desires'/><author><name>WSYJolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15290509748890214433</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/_4keG5RORwpU/S_5-aj4pgSI/AAAAAAAABBA/JoEVKRkN0tQ/s72-c/LurveLove.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450248892268158846.post-3611988654783028705</id><published>2010-05-19T20:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T15:03:22.522+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"No matter what life throws at you, throw back."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S_PYgBj7DtI/AAAAAAAABAI/5Fo8AMiNMYc/s1600/hope.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472956016871804626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S_PYgBj7DtI/AAAAAAAABAI/5Fo8AMiNMYc/s400/hope.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Alright, this month which is May. Is really/truly/seriously/damn busy month. The most busiest month in this year. I really cant believe I am saying this but, stress. This month is freaking stress. I have so many reasons. Lets list them out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;1) Lots of homework&lt;br /&gt;Yes, lots of homework. It feels like all these months' homework combine this year. It feels so damn much. I almost drowned.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;2) Projects due dates&lt;br /&gt;Yes, PROJECTS. I shall strain this word "PROJECTS". Lots of them, and pass up is this month. Luckily my teacher kind enough to extend the days. Thank you Puan Chow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;3) Test&lt;br /&gt;Yes, test this month. So, firstly. I didnt study, no time. I strain both of the words on top, "HOMEWORK" &amp;amp; "PROJECTS". So, no studying unless I am free... and want to.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;4) Tuition, tuition homeworks&lt;br /&gt;Yes, everyone who goes tuition have these. So, its common right? But its part of it anyways.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;5) Life&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has this. You get the clue.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Equation of this month is..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tuition homework + School homework = Freaking lots of homework&lt;br /&gt;Freaking lots of homework + Projects = Drowned in work&lt;br /&gt;Drowned in work + Test = Stress&lt;br /&gt;Stress + Not enough time = Major Stress&lt;br /&gt;Major Stress + Life = Welcome to the world&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Alright, thats all. Gotta go do something. I dont wanna blog the whole day, right? Bye!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450248892268158846-3611988654783028705?l=crazylittlememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/feeds/3611988654783028705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/05/hope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/3611988654783028705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/3611988654783028705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/05/hope.html' title='Hope?'/><author><name>WSYJolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15290509748890214433</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/_4keG5RORwpU/S_PYgBj7DtI/AAAAAAAABAI/5Fo8AMiNMYc/s72-c/hope.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450248892268158846.post-5320001989560666428</id><published>2010-05-15T21:07:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T21:42:59.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiring</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Cause the hardest part of it, is leaving you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S-6c5VVts4I/AAAAAAAAA_4/XqbVWfwzB0k/s1600/heartbook.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471483106096427906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S-6c5VVts4I/AAAAAAAAA_4/XqbVWfwzB0k/s400/heartbook.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Someone has inspired me.. to do so many great things&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He inspired me to stand on what I believe,&lt;br /&gt;He inspired me to be happy even when I'm sad,&lt;br /&gt;He inspired me to believe the impossible,&lt;br /&gt;He inspired me to never give up eventhough its hard,&lt;br /&gt;He inspired me to do what you love,&lt;br /&gt;He inspired me to live the life I want,&lt;br /&gt;He inspired me to never look down on what life can give,&lt;br /&gt;He inspired me to love life no matter what,&lt;br /&gt;He inspired me do your best.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My inspiration is Gerard Arthur Way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He said &lt;em&gt;“Be yourself, don't take anyone's shit, and never let them take you alive.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;He said "&lt;em&gt;Hey, girls, you're beautiful. Don't look at those stupid magazines with sticklike models. Eat healthy and exercise. That's all. Don't let anyone tell you you're not good enough. You're good enough, you are too good. Love your family with all your heart and listen to it. You are gorgeous, whether you're a size 4 or 14. It doesn't matter what you look like on the outside, as long as you're a good person, as long as you respect others. I know it's been told hundreds of times before, but it's true. Hey, girls, you are beautiful."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;He said &lt;em&gt;"Sometimes you have to kind of die inside in order to rise from your own ashes and believe in yourself and love yourself to become a new person."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;He said "&lt;em&gt;If you're ever in a dark place, don't resort to violence. Talk to someone; whether it be a therapist, teacher, parent, or just someone you can trust. We all have our dark places and it's important that you get help."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;He said &lt;em&gt;"If people ever give you shit for being different, I want you to go up to them and tell them exactly who the hell you are. We don't want you to change."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450248892268158846-5320001989560666428?l=crazylittlememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/feeds/5320001989560666428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/05/inspiring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/5320001989560666428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/5320001989560666428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/05/inspiring.html' title='Inspiring'/><author><name>WSYJolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15290509748890214433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S-6c5VVts4I/AAAAAAAAA_4/XqbVWfwzB0k/s72-c/heartbook.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450248892268158846.post-994473620795760055</id><published>2010-05-11T17:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T17:49:00.481+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Famous Last Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I am not afraid to keep on living, I am not afraid to walk this world alone."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S-kkqxZIb8I/AAAAAAAAA_I/kvrZEPwlluY/s1600/GerardWay.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469943539650031554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S-kkqxZIb8I/AAAAAAAAA_I/kvrZEPwlluY/s400/GerardWay.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Gerard Way! Totally love him! So good looking! *falls in love* Ah... so handsome. Alright, alright. Yes, the Jolynn Wong you all know (no not the emo one) is back! I am officially myself again. Its been months, if not almost a year since I felt this again. I feel so alive now. So happy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ah, I just wanna officially say I've moved on and this time there is no turning back. I am myself again. No more emo post about "him" ok? I've moved on. No more regrets, no more getting mad, no more thinking about it, no more "caring". Its been almost a year if I am not wrong. So long since I've promise myself to move on. Its hard ok? See, this is how much I cared.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Alright, lets just throw EVERYTHING about "him" aside and burn it. I am not afraid anymore. I am not worried, I dont care now! All the burden felt like is ALL OFF. I feel so much lighter and happier that it is over and done with it. I've learned something very important now, "Love is black, not red. It is mysterious, secretly loving, hateful and painful. It may hurt you but no matter what it just is only one colour."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;If you guys dont understand what it means, it means "Love isnt easy, it has its up and downs and no matter what people say you must just move on!" I am sorry with all the "meaningful sentences", I just like making it. Its fun! See, now you know what I like and NO i am NOT emo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I also learn that in my whole years in school, I wouldnt want to love a person in school. I've learn that loving someone you cant have is better, it makes you feel good and no matter what that person cant break your heart. What I am talking about is famous people. Like GERARD WAY~! I love him!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Okay, no more blabber. Thanks for viewing bye!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450248892268158846-994473620795760055?l=crazylittlememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/feeds/994473620795760055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/05/famous-last-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/994473620795760055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/994473620795760055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/05/famous-last-words.html' title='Famous Last Words'/><author><name>WSYJolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15290509748890214433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S-kkqxZIb8I/AAAAAAAAA_I/kvrZEPwlluY/s72-c/GerardWay.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450248892268158846.post-8325948703107360709</id><published>2010-05-10T13:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T14:05:07.994+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Love, One Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; "Paint it Black &amp;amp; Take it Back"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S-ef5OyMm1I/AAAAAAAAA-4/kVc_1Er_APA/s1600/MCR.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469516078034754386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S-ef5OyMm1I/AAAAAAAAA-4/kVc_1Er_APA/s400/MCR.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hi everyone. Currently and superly addicted to My Chemical Romance (MCR)! *fangirl squeel* I LOVE I LOVE THEM. Awesome band AWESOME! Their band kinda deadish but.. who cares I just love them. I love Gerard Way! The singer in MCR. He is so handsome. SO handsome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469517077334159762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S-egzZdvcZI/AAAAAAAAA_A/KzSLhC_YSyU/s400/loveLOVELOVE.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My gosh! Dont he just melt in your heart? I love him. So good looking. Lol, okay. Yes, I know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Hey Jolynn! What happened to your Korean bands?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I like English songs now! No more Korean bands.. sorry Korean bands T_T But I like English! ENGLISH!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My Chemical Romance! The Rasmus! Good Charlotte! Evanescence! Muse! Green Day! Linkin Park! LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I am now back to normal or so they say. But anyway, I love bands now, I love music even more. Well, and I started loving guys too. HANDSOME guys of course. I love... them.. all... Okay, I sound like a psycho but really, Gerard Way is so handsome, cute and good looking. Heck, I care about what other people say.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Btw, yesterday super busy. Didnt touch computer (I meant playing games, going facebook, etc) for a whole day. I did use computer for project. Geografi project *SCREAMS* Lol. Going to finish just need draw peta.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Alright, enough yakking about MCR. Btw, they are love ok? Bye =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450248892268158846-8325948703107360709?l=crazylittlememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/feeds/8325948703107360709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/05/one-love-one-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/8325948703107360709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/8325948703107360709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/05/one-love-one-heart.html' title='One Love, One Heart'/><author><name>WSYJolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15290509748890214433</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/_4keG5RORwpU/S-ef5OyMm1I/AAAAAAAAA-4/kVc_1Er_APA/s72-c/MCR.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450248892268158846.post-52043368497494519</id><published>2010-05-06T20:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T20:30:45.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Wanna Be You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Do you really wanna do the things you do?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S-K0ntnWDGI/AAAAAAAAA-w/7iU_4gdzB0Q/s1600/smile%3Dd.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468131491933719650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S-K0ntnWDGI/AAAAAAAAA-w/7iU_4gdzB0Q/s400/smile%3Dd.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hello =D Alright. Okay. I'll promise you no more "emo" posts from now on ok? I just feel sad. Thats it. I feel better now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, changing topic. I need pass up my Geografi project on Wednesday. Holy, I didnt finish yet but I did, which I started TODAY! I repeat, T-O-D-A-Y-. I hope can finish. Thanks Nadrah, Jo Ee and someone else for your Geografi project. I can do it faster now. Thanks Park for helping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So anyway, really busy nowadays, I got worked up abit today. I guess, I have become more hot headed. I'll try to stop it ok? So anyway, I notice some changes about me that aint good. I get more hot headed, I get damn irritated for small things and I feel very rushed. Also...... ah nevermind I dont want to talk about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay got lots of homework, cant blog much. Also, some of my friends had quit blogging. They left me all alone in my little blog world. Sad sad. Adele, Shandrika and Josephine COME BACK FOR GOD'S SAKE (actually for me).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, thats it I guess. Oh wait, one more thing. Lee Dewyze ROCKS! He freaking rocks. The best in Season 9! Also, he is so quiet and so down to earth. I dont like him ok! I am just saying he is so quiet and down to earth. So my type. NO, wait I am joking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, thats it. REALLY it. Bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450248892268158846-52043368497494519?l=crazylittlememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/feeds/52043368497494519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/05/dont-wanna-be-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/52043368497494519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/52043368497494519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/05/dont-wanna-be-you.html' title='Don&apos;t Wanna Be You'/><author><name>WSYJolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15290509748890214433</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/_4keG5RORwpU/S-K0ntnWDGI/AAAAAAAAA-w/7iU_4gdzB0Q/s72-c/smile%3Dd.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450248892268158846.post-5865776134527585189</id><published>2010-05-04T13:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T20:11:52.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Isnt Easy Anymore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"When you cut me, I bleed. I am human too."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S9-2_8hyvxI/AAAAAAAAA-g/WJJgOYP4V0s/s1600/spike.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467289682346950418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S9-2_8hyvxI/AAAAAAAAA-g/WJJgOYP4V0s/s400/spike.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sigh, do you know the feeling when someone stares at you like you arent like them? Do you know the feeling when you're said "you're moved on" but you kept thinking about it? Whether you know or dont, I do. It hurts so much. Forget about it? It isnt that easy. It makes me think, it makes me remember, it makes me feel hatred.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I hate when they stare. I hate when they talk about me. I hate.. him. I also hate feeling this way. But I know I've moved on but I cant stop thinking. It hurts me so much. It makes me think and wonder. It makes me feel, and hate.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I wish I could totally forget it all. I've forgotten it most actually, but I only remember some parts of it. The parts I remembered hurts me to most. I swore, I moved on. But the memories keep flooding back. I hate it. I hate that feeling.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;No, I am not scared, I am not ashamed. I just feel angry. Cant I change back the time? Before everything happened. This is the first time I felt this. It hurts, it really hurts. Just go away honestly =( I will try, but trying isnt enough. I must try harder.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I just wanna say I hate you, I hate you more than you would ever imagine. But whatever, I am not the person who holds a grudge.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Also, I wanna apologize to someone. A friend, to be exact. I should have cared. I've hurt you so badly. Now, I think I hurt myself now. Karma came back to me. I am sorry, I should tell you sooner but it was too late, if I might add. I was young and foolish. I hope you'll understand.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hah, it feels like I am talking to air. O well thats how I feel now. Bye =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450248892268158846-5865776134527585189?l=crazylittlememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/feeds/5865776134527585189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/05/it-isnt-easy-anymore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/5865776134527585189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/5865776134527585189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/05/it-isnt-easy-anymore.html' title='It Isnt Easy Anymore'/><author><name>WSYJolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15290509748890214433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S9-2_8hyvxI/AAAAAAAAA-g/WJJgOYP4V0s/s72-c/spike.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450248892268158846.post-5671469898668594374</id><published>2010-05-01T20:37:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T21:51:44.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sail Away~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Memories are like sketchbooks, some are just random doodles but some are real drawings of life."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466280435960789602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S9whGEwcOmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/Q9xXe45yZ7s/s400/beautiful.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hello everyone. This is my tribute post. I want to post pictures of bands that were part of my memories. I love them now and forever. I loved them for like damn long now. Some call them "Old" or "Dead". But they are part of my memories, that I've forgotten but now remembered!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some bands are "dead" or whatever you call it. But they are part of me. Some of them are alive and as famous as ever. But whatever they are, they were/are my favourite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S9wra2cUBxI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/bkPHhl8fbl4/s1600/GOODCHARLOTTE.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466291788011800338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 321px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S9wra2cUBxI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/bkPHhl8fbl4/s400/GOODCHARLOTTE.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Good Charlotte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First song I've heard from them is "Hold On". Awesome lyrics, awesome band. I love them and miss them =(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466293287170279970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S9wsyHPjCiI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/0A2JZJDMvKs/s400/MUSE.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MUSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First song ever heard by them is "Time is Running Out" One of my favourites. Awesome song. Well, they arent a "dead" band but they are part of my memories anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S9wrSJhYzOI/AAAAAAAAA-I/Ymm0DVLqj6k/s1600/LINKINPARK.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466291638514535650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 323px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S9wrSJhYzOI/AAAAAAAAA-I/Ymm0DVLqj6k/s400/LINKINPARK.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;LINKIN PARK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First song ever heard was either "Numb" or "In The End". I dont really remember but it is either the both. Really good. Really miss them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S9wrIulh82I/AAAAAAAAA-A/sWr4T62Q7JI/s1600/EVANESENSE.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466291476665332578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 379px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S9wrIulh82I/AAAAAAAAA-A/sWr4T62Q7JI/s400/EVANESENSE.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EVANESCENCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh, long long time already. REALLY and I mean REALLY miss them. She is amazing. Truly. First song ever heard was "Bring Me To Life." AMAZING. I still remember, when my dad bought an album, full of random bands or singers. Then we listen to it, and it was that song. Fell in love already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S9wlHJPXLfI/AAAAAAAAA94/Gwni6NSzV2E/s1600/THERASMUS.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466284852390604274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 359px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S9wlHJPXLfI/AAAAAAAAA94/Gwni6NSzV2E/s400/THERASMUS.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE RASMUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Oh! My favourite band now. Haha, they are "kind-of-dead-ish" but who cares. I love them. AMAZING. First song ever heard is of course "In The Shadows". Awesome, amazing! I love The Rasmus to the core. I still remember watching the music video in MTV with my brother YEARS ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all in my tribute list. Maybe got more but I doubt I can remember. I really love them. Really do. But they are kinda dead-ish but no matter. They are memories and I will remember them for life. I am sorry to say but songs nowadays just suck ok? They suck. I can give you damn lot of singers but I dont want you to hate me =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hope more bands like them will come out and I hope they will be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;MY LOVELIES!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450248892268158846-5671469898668594374?l=crazylittlememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/feeds/5671469898668594374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/05/sail-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/5671469898668594374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/5671469898668594374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/05/sail-away.html' title='Sail Away~'/><author><name>WSYJolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15290509748890214433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S9whGEwcOmI/AAAAAAAAA9w/Q9xXe45yZ7s/s72-c/beautiful.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450248892268158846.post-6341771529015172350</id><published>2010-04-30T20:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T20:39:15.495+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten Black Roses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Sail Away, its time to leave, just sail away."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S9rMwLqIjVI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/3IQCBAopd14/s1600/GUITARS.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465906225902816594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S9rMwLqIjVI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/3IQCBAopd14/s400/GUITARS.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is back from "somewhere"! Home sweet home baby! I just wanna say...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hello, Patrick.&lt;br /&gt;Hello, guitar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hello, Pan Pan.&lt;br /&gt;Hello, Nemo.&lt;br /&gt;Hello, Snoopy.&lt;br /&gt;Hello, Rainbow.&lt;br /&gt;Hello, Rawr.&lt;br /&gt;Hello, Spot.&lt;br /&gt;Hello, Teddy.&lt;br /&gt;Hello, computer.&lt;br /&gt;Hello, faster internet.&lt;br /&gt;Hello, television.&lt;br /&gt;Hello, bed.&lt;br /&gt;Hello, my music (Moo Moo).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hello, hot weather.&lt;br /&gt;Hello, my readers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ah, its fun in that "somewhere" =D Skip school. Lovely! Anyway just wanna tell you that I am back! Btw, Shandrika FINALLY cut her hair. HAHA, sorry it is funny for me. HAHAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, enough nonsense. I am downloading LOTS of The Rasmus songs because their songs are love. I love The Rasmus! I love their songs! I love them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE RASMUS ROCKS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guitar playing is hard. Finger tips hurt alot. I hope it hardens faster. I only remember C chord which is damn little. 2 days never touch guitar because I went "somewhere". Finger tips hurt! No pain, no gain! RAAAA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay lah, thats it =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450248892268158846-6341771529015172350?l=crazylittlememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/feeds/6341771529015172350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/04/ten-black-roses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/6341771529015172350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/6341771529015172350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/04/ten-black-roses.html' title='Ten Black Roses'/><author><name>WSYJolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15290509748890214433</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/_4keG5RORwpU/S9rMwLqIjVI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/3IQCBAopd14/s72-c/GUITARS.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450248892268158846.post-4997402560850797250</id><published>2010-04-27T19:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T19:38:14.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Justify Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"When you're sad and no one knows it, I'll send you black roses."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S9bI0su830I/AAAAAAAAA9A/WJIS3NS32Ds/s1600/guitar.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464776005547515714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S9bI0su830I/AAAAAAAAA9A/WJIS3NS32Ds/s400/guitar.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hello, sorry for the long long never update (dead) blog. I have been very busy. Number 1, I started playing Fable and kinda stop playing Dragon Age (call me crazy but I finished it 3 times and still playing but not really). Number 2, lots of projects. I done my Sejarah and Sivik one. Two more to go! Number 3, I started "playing" guitar. Actually, self learning. Josephine inspired me and since I have a dust collecting guitar, I might as well play it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I have been really happy this whole month, eventhough we have piled up homework and projects. I just feel happy. I dont know why myself. This year, has been awfully cheerful. I thought it would be a worst year but I seem to like this year&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EVENTHOUGH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Charlene is not here anymore&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EVENTHOUGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-I have 3 tuitions&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EVENTHOUGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-We have PMR this year&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EVENTHOUGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-"Something" happened last year&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EVENTHOUGH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-More Homework!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I am going somewhere tomorrow =D Bye school for 3 days!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Please wish me luck for my guitar playing. I hope I dont quit it like my piano. Go guitars! &gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Btw, I DAMN LOVE &lt;strong&gt;THE RASMUS&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Okay lah, no more crazy posts. Sorry, I just feel so happy. BECAUSE I GET TO QUIT FOR 3 DAYS! XD Good luck my friends!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smile and the world smiles with you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450248892268158846-4997402560850797250?l=crazylittlememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/feeds/4997402560850797250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/04/justify-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/4997402560850797250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/4997402560850797250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/04/justify-me.html' title='Justify Me'/><author><name>WSYJolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15290509748890214433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S9bI0su830I/AAAAAAAAA9A/WJIS3NS32Ds/s72-c/guitar.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450248892268158846.post-7885551126374901543</id><published>2010-04-16T18:29:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T18:47:25.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silent Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Hello again everyone! I am blogging. Such a relief! Haha. Okay anyway, on Wednesday (14th April 2010) Nicole, me and Natasha went to eat at a Korean BBQ Restaurant at Taipan for dinner. Yes, we went there at night on a school day =D Anyway here are some pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is my first time eating Korean food and BBQ food. I was so happy. I swear I was jumping out of my seat. The food was delicious. Actually, it wasnt that delicious but.. it was good =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S8g9nGoIfUI/AAAAAAAAA7o/DQuhkyLS3LA/s1600/000_0387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460682290189860162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S8g9nGoIfUI/AAAAAAAAA7o/DQuhkyLS3LA/s400/000_0387.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nicole and Natasha =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S8g9gTB5bhI/AAAAAAAAA7g/lRR_xxLgQiw/s1600/000_0388.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460682173260066322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S8g9gTB5bhI/AAAAAAAAA7g/lRR_xxLgQiw/s400/000_0388.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The hell lot of side dishes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S8g9ZVXw_SI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/2KwwJbd8vNY/s1600/000_0389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460682053629574434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S8g9ZVXw_SI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/2KwwJbd8vNY/s400/000_0389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Part of the side dishes =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S8g9GbU6lGI/AAAAAAAAA7I/8BfJ4iRW7Qo/s1600/000_0392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460681728810718306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S8g9GbU6lGI/AAAAAAAAA7I/8BfJ4iRW7Qo/s400/000_0392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;KIMCHI! LOL! It tasted sour and cold. It was okay actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460683591338166738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S8g-y1yECdI/AAAAAAAAA7w/rxsL7FZLywQ/s400/000_0390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pork bellies! One can never have too many =D Delicious! This was before it was BBQ-ed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S8g8_GKSAXI/AAAAAAAAA7A/Rfi96nfjliQ/s1600/000_0393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460681602869887346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S8g8_GKSAXI/AAAAAAAAA7A/Rfi96nfjliQ/s400/000_0393.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After, yummy! Trust me, I didnt like eating pork. But it was heaven!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S8g843VgSVI/AAAAAAAAA64/ouENyT0tlGA/s1600/000_0394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460681495811213650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S8g843VgSVI/AAAAAAAAA64/ouENyT0tlGA/s400/000_0394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cold noodles. I hate it, honestly. Very.. ugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S8g8wULOMPI/AAAAAAAAA6w/uJI17SLlMPM/s1600/000_0395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460681348933890290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S8g8wULOMPI/AAAAAAAAA6w/uJI17SLlMPM/s400/000_0395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this is my favourite chicken! It was damn delicious! HEAVEN I TELL YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the Korean food. We were hungry. Haha. So... MCDONALDS! Damn fat man, but who cares?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S8g8nsigIKI/AAAAAAAAA6o/nXlP024NESw/s1600/000_0396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460681200855163042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S8g8nsigIKI/AAAAAAAAA6o/nXlP024NESw/s400/000_0396.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Chicken McNugget set frenzy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S8g8eVmK7RI/AAAAAAAAA6g/U9LlxLCx1gE/s1600/000_0397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460681040077712658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S8g8eVmK7RI/AAAAAAAAA6g/U9LlxLCx1gE/s400/000_0397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; MINE! RAWR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S8g8VLX--HI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/vndA9yQ6CA0/s1600/000_0398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460680882715031666" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S8g8VLX--HI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/vndA9yQ6CA0/s400/000_0398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pic, with Nat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S8g8LgGviEI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/xmhZ935xFz8/s1600/000_0400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460680716481169474" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S8g8LgGviEI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/xmhZ935xFz8/s400/000_0400.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;NAT! HAHAHA, I LOVE THIS PIC! Great ending!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats it on our day. Bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450248892268158846-7885551126374901543?l=crazylittlememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/feeds/7885551126374901543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/04/silent-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/7885551126374901543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/7885551126374901543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/04/silent-night.html' title='Silent Night'/><author><name>WSYJolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15290509748890214433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S8g9nGoIfUI/AAAAAAAAA7o/DQuhkyLS3LA/s72-c/000_0387.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450248892268158846.post-8487046429625585300</id><published>2010-04-06T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T19:24:47.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Blast</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hello again. I am posting everything today. So, this is my brother's birthday. Mind you, I look damn tired and ugly. Anyway, it was on 24th March 2010! Happy birthday, kor!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S7sZUbk5J1I/AAAAAAAAA6A/G1ho28QXT-U/s1600/000_0381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456983212280063826" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S7sZUbk5J1I/AAAAAAAAA6A/G1ho28QXT-U/s400/000_0381.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The cake.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S7sZI_Gqm9I/AAAAAAAAA54/SDp2DPVJJJQ/s1600/000_0382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456983015658527698" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S7sZI_Gqm9I/AAAAAAAAA54/SDp2DPVJJJQ/s400/000_0382.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ew.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S7sY2TJ_bDI/AAAAAAAAA5o/bthBk3vFGRA/s1600/000_0384.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456982694623669298" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S7sY2TJ_bDI/AAAAAAAAA5o/bthBk3vFGRA/s400/000_0384.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ew.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S7sYs3zHJEI/AAAAAAAAA5g/tld9WLoZWAI/s1600/000_0385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456982532661126210" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S7sYs3zHJEI/AAAAAAAAA5g/tld9WLoZWAI/s400/000_0385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, I just notice something. All of us arent photogenic! Anyway, I bought my brother a keyboard. Dont mention the price. It is expensive. My parents didnt buy anything because they supplied abit money for his computer which was like RM2,500? I dont know. Around 2 thousand la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay thats it! Thanks for viewing. I promise to update more often ok?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450248892268158846-8487046429625585300?l=crazylittlememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/feeds/8487046429625585300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/04/birthday-blast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/8487046429625585300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/8487046429625585300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/04/birthday-blast.html' title='Birthday Blast'/><author><name>WSYJolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15290509748890214433</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/_4keG5RORwpU/S7sZUbk5J1I/AAAAAAAAA6A/G1ho28QXT-U/s72-c/000_0381.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450248892268158846.post-4966888774422692657</id><published>2010-04-03T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T19:17:55.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Firstly, I wanna say I am super super sorry. I have been delaying the sunway trip pictures and all my friends have been killing me to stop playing Dragon Age and upload those photos. I wont stop ever but I will post. See, you wasting my time T_T.. kidding. I am finally uploading it because I have finish Dragon Age 2! YES. I AM ADDICTED! I know that, but it is so fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Alright, enough apologizes. Lets get the ball rolling. We went Sunway on (God knows when) I forgot. Anyway, we had much fun there. Josephine, me, Charlene, Natasha and Ormiela came. Damn fun! So, we went for lunch in Sunway without Charlene.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It was turkey and ham day. So, me and Josephine ordered it. We shared. It was awesome! I wanna eat in Subway again lah! Awesome and delicious.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S7cpwLUrMpI/AAAAAAAAA4I/2i1VRyTZI-g/s1600/000_0363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455875381232611986" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S7cpwLUrMpI/AAAAAAAAA4I/2i1VRyTZI-g/s400/000_0363.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Introducing, Monster Sandwich. It was Natasha's one btw. I know what on earth it has but it looks Monster-ish right? All I know is that she put all the sauce. She said it was yummy which I bet it is.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S7crrEWDTdI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/GgQkBS-hz5E/s1600/000_0364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455877492483247570" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S7crrEWDTdI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/GgQkBS-hz5E/s400/000_0364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ormiela and Josephine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S7crhuDgIyI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/NWq0H1NkmqI/s1600/000_0365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455877331881042722" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S7crhuDgIyI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/NWq0H1NkmqI/s400/000_0365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Natasha eating her monster sandwich.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S7crVkaFmqI/AAAAAAAAA5I/c12hSQ7VzlI/s1600/000_0367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455877123132988066" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S7crVkaFmqI/AAAAAAAAA5I/c12hSQ7VzlI/s400/000_0367.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*cough* lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S7crH6_jvEI/AAAAAAAAA5A/t3fyNNAI3TA/s1600/000_0369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455876888677563458" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S7crH6_jvEI/AAAAAAAAA5A/t3fyNNAI3TA/s400/000_0369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So after makan, we waited quite long for Charlene which she said she'll meet us at Subway which is so damn wrong. So we walked around and went to arcade. Natasha and Ormiela played DDR and other games.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S7cq7shj26I/AAAAAAAAA44/Qe9lsQ3btPk/s1600/000_0370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455876678635215778" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S7cq7shj26I/AAAAAAAAA44/Qe9lsQ3btPk/s400/000_0370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Its is kinda funny to see Ormiela because it is her first time. After a few moments, we finally met Charlene. She was damn late. VERY LATE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So anyway, we went to see a movie called Alice In Wonderland! I love that show. So funny! Btw, we met Taanusha and her mom too. Great show.. great show.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After the show, we went shopping! It was fun&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S7cqvWwqXDI/AAAAAAAAA4w/4bsvhLUWJaU/s1600/000_0371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455876466634546226" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S7cqvWwqXDI/AAAAAAAAA4w/4bsvhLUWJaU/s400/000_0371.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And of course, we have to drink ice blended from Asian Avenue.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S7cqkiVNGlI/AAAAAAAAA4o/1dlsd-srvdw/s1600/000_0372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455876280762047058" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S7cqkiVNGlI/AAAAAAAAA4o/1dlsd-srvdw/s400/000_0372.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally a picture with Charlene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S7cqRl4lPmI/AAAAAAAAA4g/8rQH_E1ZrSA/s1600/000_0373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455875955298221666" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S7cqRl4lPmI/AAAAAAAAA4g/8rQH_E1ZrSA/s400/000_0373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S7cqFsJVETI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/FRm5ZkiMrqk/s1600/000_0377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455875750820647218" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S7cqFsJVETI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/FRm5ZkiMrqk/s400/000_0377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S7cp7ktobpI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/0GcZcGAg64U/s1600/000_0380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455875577026735762" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S7cp7ktobpI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/0GcZcGAg64U/s400/000_0380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We walked around alot. Then we decided to go back home. We went back at 7! I think my mum was pretty angry (or not ^^) Lol. Anyway, I hope Shan can come this time. I love going Sunway with my friends!&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/6450248892268158846-4966888774422692657?l=crazylittlememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/feeds/4966888774422692657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/04/addiction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/4966888774422692657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/4966888774422692657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/04/addiction.html' title='Addiction'/><author><name>WSYJolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15290509748890214433</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/_4keG5RORwpU/S7cpwLUrMpI/AAAAAAAAA4I/2i1VRyTZI-g/s72-c/000_0363.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450248892268158846.post-4386551446181573545</id><published>2010-03-31T21:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T22:20:01.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apologize</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hi, sorry for not blogging like damn long. Sorry! I had been really busy and addicted. Busy as in, tuitions, homeworks and projects. Addicted as in playing "&lt;em&gt;Dragon Age&lt;/em&gt;" for like 24/7.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I try to blog soon. I promise. I dont know when but.. eventually. Btw, I didnt start my Sejarah project yet. Oh God, bless me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I am truly sorry. I will make up one day. But that time isnt now. Sorry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*pinky promise*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450248892268158846-4386551446181573545?l=crazylittlememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/feeds/4386551446181573545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/03/apologize.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/4386551446181573545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/4386551446181573545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/03/apologize.html' title='Apologize'/><author><name>WSYJolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15290509748890214433</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-6450248892268158846.post-553773602787436717</id><published>2010-03-12T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T10:17:02.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost Paradise</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Broken promises makes broken hearts..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S5mi8JDzFiI/AAAAAAAAA4A/sAsRZb6Lnfg/s1600-h/aer.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447564378389026338" style="WIDTH: 349px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S5mi8JDzFiI/AAAAAAAAA4A/sAsRZb6Lnfg/s400/aer.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hello peeps! I have been a bad girl because I didnt go school =D Really really bad girl. So I am going to stay home till 3. Because at 3 I going tuition. I didnt go school because I gotten stomach ache at the last minute. When I changed.. I really had to "go"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;On Thursday, we will be going Sunway! Cant wait! Nat is going to book the tickets on Sunday. Gah, I love the holidays! Cant wait cant wait~ We better celebrate first before PMR comes and ruin everything.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Okay, I hope my friends have fun without me because I didnt go school. Sorry y'all! But I didnt promise going to school anyways. Have fun.. without me =D I bet Shan is going to kill me for not going. But I got stomach ache =( Really bad one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Okays, thats all. I wanna apologize! Bye!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450248892268158846-553773602787436717?l=crazylittlememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/feeds/553773602787436717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/03/almost-paradise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/553773602787436717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/553773602787436717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/03/almost-paradise.html' title='Almost Paradise'/><author><name>WSYJolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15290509748890214433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S5mi8JDzFiI/AAAAAAAAA4A/sAsRZb6Lnfg/s72-c/aer.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450248892268158846.post-6408034337164481145</id><published>2010-03-11T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T16:28:39.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paint it Black &amp; White</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;"I am just a deformed star in the sky.."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S5iohu1TayI/AAAAAAAAA3g/KHOCFTLUd9Q/s1600-h/stars.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447289046765366050" style="WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S5iohu1TayI/AAAAAAAAA3g/KHOCFTLUd9Q/s400/stars.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hello everyone. Sorry about my last post, I got bored and was pretty happy about no tuition day. So, tomorrow is the last day before the March holiday starts. I am so excited and lazy. Excited because I can go out and well.. holiday. Lazy because I dont feel like going school tomorrow.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tomorrow also got tuition. Well, at least tomorrow has the lightest bag. 4 periods only. Yay! Gah, cant wait till my tuition finish tomorrow. Then, it is holiday. But also got tuition on holiday =( Its like its here but it is not here. Damn..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Going Sunway on 18th March. Hope everyone can make it. Speaking of Sunway, we going to watch Alice in Wonderland 3D! I really really wanna see. I hope it is an awesome show. Must watch! Weee~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Shit man, got Sejarah and Seni project. Sobs! I need to start soon lah. But very very lazy. I hope I do it good and faster finish. I really dont want to waste time doing my projects. Sigh, every year also got. I dont like!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Okay lah, thats all! =D~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450248892268158846-6408034337164481145?l=crazylittlememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/feeds/6408034337164481145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/03/paint-it-black-white.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/6408034337164481145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/6408034337164481145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/03/paint-it-black-white.html' title='Paint it Black &amp; White'/><author><name>WSYJolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15290509748890214433</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/_4keG5RORwpU/S5iohu1TayI/AAAAAAAAA3g/KHOCFTLUd9Q/s72-c/stars.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450248892268158846.post-1658171234619839449</id><published>2010-03-11T14:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T14:07:45.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Is My Decision</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BOO +___+&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I am bored =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sorry lah, crappy post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;But I happy because no tuition! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hope holiday faster come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Because I hate school!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I wanna go sunway with friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Eventhough, for PMR this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Boo... again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sigh, I hate my results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;But I kinda like some of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Im sick of tuition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sorry about my lameness!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thanks for viewing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450248892268158846-1658171234619839449?l=crazylittlememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/feeds/1658171234619839449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/03/it-is-my-decision.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/1658171234619839449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/1658171234619839449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/03/it-is-my-decision.html' title='It Is My Decision'/><author><name>WSYJolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15290509748890214433</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-6450248892268158846.post-2721597609629045024</id><published>2010-03-10T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T17:56:15.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deadly Sinned</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;"To act like nothing is wrong, to ignore what is going on.."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S5c6K9HgF2I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/uWWdIV4f4fY/s1600-h/angry.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446886234207033186" style="WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S5c6K9HgF2I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/uWWdIV4f4fY/s400/angry.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I hate Puan Ung. Puan Ugh if you ask me. Irritating idiotic fool. Im sorry, I broke my new year's resolution already. It was "Thou shall try not to hate a teacher". Im sorry, but I really really really hate her. She has no self control, noisy, irritating etc. Not only that but some pengawas really are meant to be called "Puan Ugh's Underlings" I really dislike them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What happened was that I kena tangkap by Pengawas (that idiotic tall girl.. F...) Anyway, I kena tangkap for an idiotic reason. I am shocked. Honestly. I kena tangkap because I didnt pin my fringe propertly. Out of all the years I am in secondary school. This the very first time I heard such a thing. So, moving on. (Btw, shit her)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So I just stand there. (I should just freaking run away. Damn!) Waited like damn freaking long. Michelle also kena because her hair is too long (WTF?!) It is not freaking long at all. So some other girls/guys ran away. Which it is so bloody unfair. I should have gone. Then we had to go to bilik H.E.M for a very stupid reason and caught by a blinded pengawas. Wait, sorry I meant underling.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So went there. Lots of people was there. Minus-ing the ones that ran away. We waited damn long for Puan Ugh to come. Me, Michelle and Clarissa chatted away. While others were like damn quiet. Puan Ugh scolded the boys first. Not really scolded, it was actually "TOLD" the boys about the hair. Observing them one by one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then she gave them two choices. One, to cut their hair and go back to class. Two, go back home. How can she ask someone to go back home with a very very very very very very small problem. So, all of them choose opinion one. Puan Ugh cant be a hairdresser. Not with her attitude and cutting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So anyway, we, girls. Waited for like 20 minutes. Btw, 10 minutes all the guys were gone. Puan Ugh ask us to wait for 10 minutes to what? Shit around? Then, we waited and chatted. LIKE DAMN LONG. I mean like, we have classes to go to. I have like my PMR year and Form 5 got their SPM year. I really tried to calm down.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So, she finally came in. With her ugly monster like face of hers. Then she observed us for like few minutes. As she finally said, "Many teachers told you to pin up your hair but you didnt!" and "This is a serious offence because you done this so many times!" Firstly, THIS IS MY FIRST TIME DAMMIT! Secondly, NO TEACHER TOLD ME TO PIN UP MY FRINGE PROPERLY. I ALWAYS PIN IT UP!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Michelle tried to say that she cut her hair 2 days ago. But before she can say one word, Puan Ugh cut her off with a "WHAT!" That made me so pissed. I stare at her. She stare back, of course I looked away. So she said "if I see your names again (wait, again?) I wont hold back (you are holding back?!) I am going to call your parents (omg, im so scared. I can pee.) to send you back (for...? pinning up hair wrongly?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She walked away AGAIN! Then, Melanie came and said teacher wants to see you in her office. So, okay. We went there. One Malay girl made her more angry because she didint wear her name tag. Teacher got so pissed, she bang the table with her hand. I really was firing up. I wanted to tell her. But I couldnt. She was made enough already.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She wrote our names while we STAYED SO LONG IN THE BILIK HEM FOR A F-ING SMALL MISTAKE AND I MISS TWO PERIODS OF BM. F YOU LAH SHIT FACE! We went back to class, spread around what happened. Everyone in the whole school agrees she is a witch (starts with a b).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;If I get caught again my mum is going to get her. It would be nice for my dad to get her but.. I dont want make her cry so much. So I keep it easy. If that f-ing pengawas girl catch me again I am going to rip her bloody head off (joking, I am just going to tell her off)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So, lastly, I would say...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I HATE PUAN UNG (UGH)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND I HATE MOST PENGAWAS-ES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450248892268158846-2721597609629045024?l=crazylittlememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/feeds/2721597609629045024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/03/deadly-sinned.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/2721597609629045024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/2721597609629045024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/03/deadly-sinned.html' title='Deadly Sinned'/><author><name>WSYJolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15290509748890214433</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/_4keG5RORwpU/S5c6K9HgF2I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/uWWdIV4f4fY/s72-c/angry.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450248892268158846.post-638659690581431918</id><published>2010-03-09T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T22:18:07.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Repetitive</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Like a broken record.. repeating itself."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S5ZVyGw4KyI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/a-JYBmeFDWw/s1600-h/earphone.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446635118648634146" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S5ZVyGw4KyI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/a-JYBmeFDWw/s400/earphone.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hi again! Its me, of course. The whole week, I kept thinking about what happen-kinda-long-ago-incident. If dont know, dont ask. Anyway, it just keeps coming to my mind. I hate it. Im such a loser. I should just forget about it and move on. Which, I thought I did but anyway it happens.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So, this week I have been extremely busy and of course, tired. I got lots of homework and projects to do. History, Art and upcoming Geography projects. Lots of tuition homework. Please, please dont get me started with. Im living the life la. Lol!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cant wait for holiday, next week and Sunway trip on next week Thursday. We decided on Thursday because I and some other of my friends had no tuition on Thursday. So, we picked that day. I got tuition next week man. It is like, its holiday but its not. Gosh~!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I have been watching a drama. It is kinda nice. Actually, it is damn nice. Korean drama, of course. It is called "Stars Falling From The Sky". I love that drama. Eventhough, I dont know who acted in it. I just like the story line =D Watch it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;3 pimples on my face. You should know why I got it. Think too much and too much homework. I dont want to say it is stress because it is not. It is just because I am super busy rushing. Yes, I am thinking alot. It is what I do. Habit, bad habit!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Okay, I hope this year goes by fast. Anyway, thats it. Bye! I have to take that life is repetitive =(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;F-I-G-H-T-I-N-G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450248892268158846-638659690581431918?l=crazylittlememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/feeds/638659690581431918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/03/life-is-repetitive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/638659690581431918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/638659690581431918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/03/life-is-repetitive.html' title='Life is Repetitive'/><author><name>WSYJolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15290509748890214433</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/_4keG5RORwpU/S5ZVyGw4KyI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/a-JYBmeFDWw/s72-c/earphone.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450248892268158846.post-46585777477881158</id><published>2010-03-05T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T09:37:35.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Believe What You Believe</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Faith comes from the soul, hope comes from the mind and love comes from the heart."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S5DujEB3RCI/AAAAAAAAA3I/PO7QSVTA1pM/s1600-h/faithhopelove.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445114235635319842" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S5DujEB3RCI/AAAAAAAAA3I/PO7QSVTA1pM/s400/faithhopelove.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I just wanna say holidays are coming and maybe we are going out. My friends and I of course. So, maybe we going somewhere. Another outing. Here are the details.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Place : Sunway Piramid&lt;br /&gt;Time : The Usual Timing (12pm) (will change if show is earlier)&lt;br /&gt;Date : 18th March 2010&lt;br /&gt;Who :-&lt;br /&gt;Me (Confirmed/Watching Movie)&lt;br /&gt;Natasha (Confirmed/Watching Movie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shandrika (Cancelled)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Josephine (Confirmed/Watching Movie)&lt;br /&gt;Charlene (Confirmed/Watching Movie)&lt;br /&gt;Ormiela (Confirmed/Watching Movie)&lt;br /&gt;Last Minute Add :-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Michelle (Cancelled)&lt;br /&gt;Shi Yuan (Cancelled)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Atiqah (Confirmed/Watching Movie)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reason :-&lt;br /&gt;Watch Alice In Wonderland!&lt;br /&gt;Eat&lt;br /&gt;Walk&lt;br /&gt;Shop&lt;br /&gt;Talk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Really hope we can go. Note to other people, you are not invited =D Sorry haha. Ok, everyone has confirmed going/not going so the ticket booking will be book my Nat on Sunday. I hope we have a great time and I hope we can get the tickets =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Okay, thats all I wanna say! Bye!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450248892268158846-46585777477881158?l=crazylittlememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/feeds/46585777477881158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/03/believe-what-you-believe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/46585777477881158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/46585777477881158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/03/believe-what-you-believe.html' title='Believe What You Believe'/><author><name>WSYJolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15290509748890214433</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/_4keG5RORwpU/S5DujEB3RCI/AAAAAAAAA3I/PO7QSVTA1pM/s72-c/faithhopelove.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450248892268158846.post-3739969849959607</id><published>2010-03-04T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T17:48:23.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Problematic</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Thinking about it makes me scared, facing it makes me tremble."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S49_b4pzseI/AAAAAAAAA3A/bTqB1CChDfw/s1600-h/rainwed.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444710591555154402" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S49_b4pzseI/AAAAAAAAA3A/bTqB1CChDfw/s400/rainwed.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sigh, I just wanna talk about a problem. Well, the problem is about me. I dont know what is wrong with me. But I am scared. Firstly, sometimes and I mean sometimes it happens to me. I dont know what causes it or what it is.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So, anyway. There was one day, when I was reading magazine. Around 10.30. I was abit tired already. Then suddenly at around 11.00, that feeling came. I dont know how to describe it. Really. I just dont. To make it simple, I'll say this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Heartbeats slowly but fast.&lt;br /&gt;Mind is not thinking straight.&lt;br /&gt;Movement becomes fast.&lt;br /&gt;Not stable.&lt;br /&gt;Scared.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I dont know what on earth it is. But my mind is playing tricks on me. I dont know why but it started happening this year. Only this year at the end of February. I gotten it 3 times when going to bed. It is only at night when I am about to sleep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I try to keep from eating or doing anything that makes me not tired. Problem sleeping? Erm, Im dont think so. Im scared I will freaking lose it which I hope not. My schedule is simple now...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sleep at anytime between 10.00pm - 11.15pm.&lt;br /&gt;Wake up anytime between 6.30am - 9.00am.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I dont want to change it. Later I get that again. After that happen. When I close my eyes. Is like my brain is pounding my skull. Im not in the right mind! Is my mind weak? Isit some kind of sleeping disorder? Isit some kind of disorder? Or maybe, it is just me?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I need answers. But I am not sure I really want them. Sigh, I hope I just dont get it anymore. Everytime when night falls, I just get scared. I am scared because of the incident that happened to me. I am trying my best not to get it again. Yes, I think I AM eating right.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sigh, anyway. Wish me luck. Is me battling my brains. Bye!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450248892268158846-3739969849959607?l=crazylittlememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/feeds/3739969849959607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/03/problematic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/3739969849959607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/3739969849959607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/03/problematic.html' title='Problematic'/><author><name>WSYJolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15290509748890214433</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/_4keG5RORwpU/S49_b4pzseI/AAAAAAAAA3A/bTqB1CChDfw/s72-c/rainwed.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450248892268158846.post-2330971855495777949</id><published>2010-03-03T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T19:36:36.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd &amp; "Last" day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Patience is a bitter plant but has a sweet fruit.."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S44FFwNAPhI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/JLbS2yxdYVg/s1600-h/smile.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444294595934436882" style="WIDTH: 353px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S44FFwNAPhI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/JLbS2yxdYVg/s400/smile.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hello peeps. Test is unofficially over. Why unofficially? Because tomorrow got test too but that subject dont need to study. Its art! So mostly everyone claim today as, test is over. It so is! So happy. Honestly, I really tried hard but I didnt do all my best though. I hope to get good results and I really hope tuition makes a difference.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hardest test was Chinese. Hands down. Hardest. Even Sejarah is easier than Chinese. I totally forgot everything my Chinese tuition teacher teach me. So, I am so screwed. Easiest.. well, I pick none. I really dont wanna say its the easiest because if I get low marks I am really going to be very upset.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I can finally not study today! But, its not like I did study yesterday. I have to clean up my bed. Immediatly! Its full of junk, books, bags, papers, and other crap. Its so messy. Ugh, I cant imagine if some person come to my house and see the stuff on my bed. So, I have to clean.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Today, we somehow did our oral test thing. We wrote about a vacation to Penang. To make it fair, we did two paragraphs each. But to make matters unfair. We drew lots and Josephine and to write the ones we wrote on paper. 3 papers. I feel so sorry for her. But everyone agreed to draw lots so... it wasnt really unfair.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Well, thats all. Oh yea, one more thing. I started playing Gaia Online. Okay, thats it. Bye!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"What is love when you dont have a lover?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450248892268158846-2330971855495777949?l=crazylittlememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/feeds/2330971855495777949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/03/2nd-last-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/2330971855495777949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/2330971855495777949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/03/2nd-last-day.html' title='2nd &amp; &quot;Last&quot; day'/><author><name>WSYJolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15290509748890214433</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/_4keG5RORwpU/S44FFwNAPhI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/JLbS2yxdYVg/s72-c/smile.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450248892268158846.post-9149742724502263495</id><published>2010-03-01T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T20:26:42.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Every beginning has an end.."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S4uwdfwkXxI/AAAAAAAAA2I/xTRNnQ2TctA/s1600-h/firstday.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443638595395280658" style="WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S4uwdfwkXxI/AAAAAAAAA2I/xTRNnQ2TctA/s400/firstday.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I hope there will be an end of Sivik. I hate my Sivik teacher, which Im trying o' so hard to like because I have to follow me new year's resolution. So, Im trying till Im going to break. Anyway, my &lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;lovely&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;beloved&lt;strong&gt;" "&lt;/strong&gt;dearest&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt; teacher gave us work to do which was to find out 5 generations of our family tree. Which is kinda impossible if your parents has no idea. But I tried to do it to please my&lt;strong&gt; "&lt;/strong&gt;lovely&lt;strong&gt;" "&lt;/strong&gt;beloved&lt;strong&gt;" "&lt;/strong&gt;dearest&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt; teacher. Which is bothering me till the end.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Gah, anyway. Today was test. Bahasa Melayu, Sejarah and Moral. Bahasa Melayu was okay. I kinda cheated but I didnt wanted to. I mean, at the last minute when your friend is discussing the answer and teacher is taking up the papers. Wont you hear something from them. Sorry, I just had to change it. God, please understand.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sejarah was hard. I always Sejarah is hard because it just is. I dont go tuition so im practically doomed by no means. I only can say this. I tried my best. Thats it. I studied, but I dont think it is enough. But I did try my best T_T&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Moral, what is there to know? Not like I care about it. Not like it helps in the future. Not like anyone is going to care. Alright fine, it was pretty hard. I forgot mostly all the nilai. Scratch that, I dont care about Moral. (i kinda do)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tomorrow is, English, Maths and Geografi. I studied Maths and Geografi but sadly, I never bothered about English. So, wish me luck on all subjects. Tonight, im going to study Science. But first, I need to bathe. Goodbye! Good luck to those who are/going to take exams!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450248892268158846-9149742724502263495?l=crazylittlememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/feeds/9149742724502263495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/03/first-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/9149742724502263495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/9149742724502263495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/03/first-day.html' title='The First Day'/><author><name>WSYJolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15290509748890214433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S4uwdfwkXxI/AAAAAAAAA2I/xTRNnQ2TctA/s72-c/firstday.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450248892268158846.post-2199580162067913482</id><published>2010-02-27T09:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T09:10:17.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to Study</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S4hvywwmS7I/AAAAAAAAA2A/f2KIOqCsMoA/s1600-h/pen.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442723067550124978" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S4hvywwmS7I/AAAAAAAAA2A/f2KIOqCsMoA/s400/pen.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hello everyone. Test is around the corner. Wait, let me rephrase. MONTLY test is around the corner and I gotta study. The first test of the year has finally arrived. Sad.. sad. Anyway, I have been studying but not frequently. Just sometimes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I wanna wish everyone good luck for test. I hope I'll do well and lets see how tuition helps. Good Luck and bye!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450248892268158846-2199580162067913482?l=crazylittlememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/feeds/2199580162067913482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/02/time-to-study.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/2199580162067913482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/2199580162067913482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/02/time-to-study.html' title='Time to Study'/><author><name>WSYJolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15290509748890214433</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/_4keG5RORwpU/S4hvywwmS7I/AAAAAAAAA2A/f2KIOqCsMoA/s72-c/pen.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450248892268158846.post-3135258875634228665</id><published>2010-02-23T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T23:01:35.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Art-out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;"A person's mind is his/her creativity."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S4PqsMPzp3I/AAAAAAAAA14/kGv8hApLWSE/s1600-h/notdrypaint.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441450819716360050" style="WIDTH: 331px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S4PqsMPzp3I/AAAAAAAAA14/kGv8hApLWSE/s400/notdrypaint.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Firstly, im screwed. I didnt finish my art yet (pass up on Thursday), KH (pass up tomorrow) and my BM komsas (tomorrow!!). Shit lah, I didnt have time. I thought I didnt have homework. So, the evening I got tuition and the night I did my art.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I totally forgotten about the rest! Then, while I was doing art. I also watched my Korean show (God of Study) while doing it. Then visitors came. My dad's friends came! Shit! I didnt even bathe yet. So I bathed. They left and now is 10.45pm! I need go sleep like now. Super tired.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Im screwed man! I didnt even touch or see my homework. Shit lah! My god. I dint know I did my art for so long. Stupiest thing is that I havent finish it yet. What the crap man. Okay I got to go sleep. Lastly, I would say..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I    AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bye.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450248892268158846-3135258875634228665?l=crazylittlememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/feeds/3135258875634228665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/02/art-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/3135258875634228665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/3135258875634228665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/02/art-out.html' title='Art-out!'/><author><name>WSYJolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15290509748890214433</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/_4keG5RORwpU/S4PqsMPzp3I/AAAAAAAAA14/kGv8hApLWSE/s72-c/notdrypaint.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450248892268158846.post-4829740488397757886</id><published>2010-02-20T12:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T19:56:11.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Chinese New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hello, firstly I look to wish everyone a Happy Chinese New Year. I also like to apologize because&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I havent been updating my blog. Im extremely busy even on holidays. So, im sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, moving on. Last Thursday (11/2) till Monday (16/2) I stayed in Genting. Yes, it was super long. 5 days in Genting. Honestly, it was nice. The weather was just right. Not many people walking around (except on Mondays). But best of all, no school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S39m9urxJLI/AAAAAAAAA1g/RmazgK2VYVM/s1600-h/000_0334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440180085576508594" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S39m9urxJLI/AAAAAAAAA1g/RmazgK2VYVM/s400/000_0334.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The first day, we packed our stuff and got ready. We left the house at 10. It was pretty late already. Then we bought 6 packets of nasi lemak for our lunch (and dinner) in Genting. When we got into the room. We just sat there and watch TV. My dad, mum and brother decided to play Mahjong. I got bored and took pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S39k23ghLgI/AAAAAAAAA04/2tHSKRs3MmY/s1600-h/000_0331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440177768662904322" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S39k23ghLgI/AAAAAAAAA04/2tHSKRs3MmY/s400/000_0331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S39lvE7qutI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/44OIwwFSgMw/s1600-h/000_0329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440178734339111634" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S39lvE7qutI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/44OIwwFSgMw/s400/000_0329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The second day, we decided to explore more. So we went First World. Walked around alot. Then went outside for some fresh air. It was great. There werent many people too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S39ljyE2hTI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/iGohyX93_bA/s1600-h/000_0337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440178540298798386" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S39ljyE2hTI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/iGohyX93_bA/s400/000_0337.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S4CsyX01tTI/AAAAAAAAA1w/_aYM4ZRRo60/s1600-h/000_0336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440538331252634930" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S4CsyX01tTI/AAAAAAAAA1w/_aYM4ZRRo60/s400/000_0336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S39lGguIAcI/AAAAAAAAA1A/tTn9TDMa4hA/s1600-h/000_0335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440178037423866306" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S39lGguIAcI/AAAAAAAAA1A/tTn9TDMa4hA/s400/000_0335.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Third day was on Saturday. At midnight we get to watch the fireworks! It was damn cool. There was a stage there and a MC. There were around 6000 people (according to the MC) standing there just to watch the fireworks. I wasnt one of the 6000 people because I was standing at the room looking. The people kept shouting when the firecrackers were put up. It was so cool. Heres some of the pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S39krn1CMZI/AAAAAAAAA0w/mI0pfAXRbi0/s1600-h/000_0341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440177575475425682" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S39krn1CMZI/AAAAAAAAA0w/mI0pfAXRbi0/s400/000_0341.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S4Cshs1NZNI/AAAAAAAAA1o/t4-pO9JhY-w/s1600-h/000_0356.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440538044833555666" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S4Cshs1NZNI/AAAAAAAAA1o/t4-pO9JhY-w/s400/000_0356.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S39kd02--MI/AAAAAAAAA0o/s565uevM0R4/s1600-h/000_0347.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440177338455095490" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S39kd02--MI/AAAAAAAAA0o/s565uevM0R4/s400/000_0347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S39kTAfj7wI/AAAAAAAAA0g/ezfxFEDPKHc/s1600-h/000_0353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440177152599518978" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S39kTAfj7wI/AAAAAAAAA0g/ezfxFEDPKHc/s400/000_0353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S39jPY1w9UI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/b-k_YeBx7Y4/s1600-h/000_0360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440175990903993666" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S39jPY1w9UI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/b-k_YeBx7Y4/s400/000_0360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They were so cool. What kinda upset me was that there were no stage. Plus, no lion dance. I bet all their money went to Genting Singapore. But whatever, it was great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The 4th day, we celebrated the Chinese New Year by going out lots of times. We ate our lunch together (my brother dont follow us to lunch on the other days). What upsets me the most was that hardly any Chinese was wearing red. Is the tradition dead already? Sigh, really sad to see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last day, it was the most sad day to leave. I love Genting! I dont wanna leave but too bad. So we had to go. It was an awesome time. Okay, thats it. I will promise to update soon. Happy Chinese New Year. Get lots of angpows ok? Bye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450248892268158846-4829740488397757886?l=crazylittlememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/feeds/4829740488397757886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-chinese-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/4829740488397757886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/4829740488397757886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-chinese-new-year.html' title='Happy Chinese New Year'/><author><name>WSYJolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15290509748890214433</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/_4keG5RORwpU/S39m9urxJLI/AAAAAAAAA1g/RmazgK2VYVM/s72-c/000_0334.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450248892268158846.post-8243025069471864747</id><published>2010-02-08T13:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T13:58:19.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Nat</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Friends may come and go but best friends are forever.."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thanks Nat for the cute panda~! I love it so much! Thanks so much!! Gah, im so happy. I finally can tick off one of my needs. Thanks so much! THANK YOU~! Sorry, im so excited. Haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Some pics of the cute panda~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S2-nRHrV0NI/AAAAAAAAA0A/xrXQmXSJ69U/s1600-h/000_0327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435747187819925714" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S2-nRHrV0NI/AAAAAAAAA0A/xrXQmXSJ69U/s400/000_0327.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S2-nLhmj6_I/AAAAAAAAAz4/IwskMFCVvZI/s1600-h/000_0326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435747091699985394" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S2-nLhmj6_I/AAAAAAAAAz4/IwskMFCVvZI/s400/000_0326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Some panda fun XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S2-nEUSStjI/AAAAAAAAAzw/CFpSvlIc0l4/s1600-h/000_0325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435746967866226226" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S2-nEUSStjI/AAAAAAAAAzw/CFpSvlIc0l4/s400/000_0325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S2-m8WFumMI/AAAAAAAAAzo/wF8IehmCTRo/s1600-h/000_0321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435746830911445186" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S2-m8WFumMI/AAAAAAAAAzo/wF8IehmCTRo/s400/000_0321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S2-m1dCyyRI/AAAAAAAAAzg/7qKgJjOwBsY/s1600-h/000_0320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435746712519100690" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S2-m1dCyyRI/AAAAAAAAAzg/7qKgJjOwBsY/s400/000_0320.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Okay, thats all~ Thanks for viewing!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450248892268158846-8243025069471864747?l=crazylittlememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/feeds/8243025069471864747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/02/thanks-nat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/8243025069471864747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Kavin's Birthday Party~ Sorry so blur!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-95228d37fe15d388" 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" 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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-6450248892268158846.post-2347361942677500653</id><published>2010-02-07T17:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T17:40:39.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wild &amp; Crazy Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hello, went to Kavin's birthday party yesterday. I get to post some pictures! Anyway, we had a great time there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435429447169815346" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S26GSLhBMzI/AAAAAAAAAzI/e_GzjyYXJDI/s400/IMG0091A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me and Shan came together. Followed my Jose. Adele. Michelle and lastly, Keetha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S26GNZUspwI/AAAAAAAAAzA/UEIrTmbsXkU/s1600-h/IMG0092A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435429364976887554" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S26GNZUspwI/AAAAAAAAAzA/UEIrTmbsXkU/s400/IMG0092A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S26GJSXtWLI/AAAAAAAAAy4/du_xBr-fwjk/s1600-h/IMG0093A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435429294390991026" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S26GJSXtWLI/AAAAAAAAAy4/du_xBr-fwjk/s400/IMG0093A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S26GE2ENEvI/AAAAAAAAAyw/7-b7C7HoYw4/s1600-h/IMG0094A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435429218073514738" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S26GE2ENEvI/AAAAAAAAAyw/7-b7C7HoYw4/s400/IMG0094A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435429125578753074" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S26F_dfvBDI/AAAAAAAAAyo/PCj3pfYafTY/s400/IMG0095A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S26F6oqzIII/AAAAAAAAAyg/PdOD_iii0Kw/s1600-h/IMG0096A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435429042678603906" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S26F6oqzIII/AAAAAAAAAyg/PdOD_iii0Kw/s400/IMG0096A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S26F2tLQmaI/AAAAAAAAAyY/AQW8LFuQ__M/s1600-h/IMG0097A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435428975169018274" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S26F2tLQmaI/AAAAAAAAAyY/AQW8LFuQ__M/s400/IMG0097A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The other people =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S26Hl03lHtI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/yBNJ93Cu440/s1600-h/IMG0098A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435430884199440082" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S26Hl03lHtI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/yBNJ93Cu440/s400/IMG0098A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S26FuID7yUI/AAAAAAAAAyI/2gizqqe6HTc/s1600-h/IMG0100A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435428827767228738" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S26FuID7yUI/AAAAAAAAAyI/2gizqqe6HTc/s400/IMG0100A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S26Foylkd8I/AAAAAAAAAyA/pKxZw8a5mCk/s1600-h/IMG0101A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435428736103380930" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S26Foylkd8I/AAAAAAAAAyA/pKxZw8a5mCk/s400/IMG0101A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S26FkAH-F7I/AAAAAAAAAx4/8s356dl3gZI/s1600-h/IMG0102A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435428653837981618" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S26FkAH-F7I/AAAAAAAAAx4/8s356dl3gZI/s400/IMG0102A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to say this but Shan looks freaking scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S26FfffFpBI/AAAAAAAAAxw/EbzpSoTkrL8/s1600-h/IMG0103A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435428576357098514" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S26FfffFpBI/AAAAAAAAAxw/EbzpSoTkrL8/s400/IMG0103A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lovely couple! Okay, okay im kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S26FbE0HfWI/AAAAAAAAAxo/8oi01HHCM94/s1600-h/IMG0104A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435428500478066018" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S26FbE0HfWI/AAAAAAAAAxo/8oi01HHCM94/s400/IMG0104A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had BBQ. Played games. Dance. Listen to music and SCREAM~!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450248892268158846-2347361942677500653?l=crazylittlememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/feeds/2347361942677500653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/02/wild-crazy-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/2347361942677500653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/2347361942677500653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/02/wild-crazy-night.html' title='Wild &amp; Crazy Night'/><author><name>WSYJolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15290509748890214433</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/_4keG5RORwpU/S26GSLhBMzI/AAAAAAAAAzI/e_GzjyYXJDI/s72-c/IMG0091A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450248892268158846.post-187589672751498059</id><published>2010-02-04T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T18:05:46.324+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dispatch Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Looking at you makes my heart go blind.."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S2qaj64fn8I/AAAAAAAAAxY/jnS0tiGaXnI/s1600-h/appels.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434325842268233666" style="WIDTH: 358px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S2qaj64fn8I/AAAAAAAAAxY/jnS0tiGaXnI/s400/appels.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Remember "that" particular incident? I still havent forgotten it. No, I wont forgive him and I never will but I still think about it. I know I dont care about it and I still hate him but I didnt shake off the fact that it is over. It is like, going again and again. I remember it again and again. Everytime, everyday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yes, I know I am foolish but I cant seem to stop remembering it. Its like a curse. A horrible curse. I need to shake it off. Well, I'll try but I cant promise you (and me) that I will forget it. Anyway, I hope for the best.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thursday are like the best. Why? Because, I dont have tuition and the lightest bag is Thursday. Thursdays rules. Sadly, Saturday got school and I have to go. Damn lah, anyone else going? I dont wanna be alone! Sobs!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Did my homework again. Damn alot. Still didnt finish. Sigh, Sejarah is killing me and my life. I hate Sejarah. Stupid Sejarah! So hard to do the homework. Textbook also dont have the answers. Stupid textbook and Sejarah!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tomorrow is presentation. Wish me luck. Signing off =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450248892268158846-187589672751498059?l=crazylittlememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/feeds/187589672751498059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/02/dispatch-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/187589672751498059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/187589672751498059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/02/dispatch-me.html' title='Dispatch Me'/><author><name>WSYJolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15290509748890214433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S2qaj64fn8I/AAAAAAAAAxY/jnS0tiGaXnI/s72-c/appels.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450248892268158846.post-5204468605909334424</id><published>2010-02-01T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T17:44:52.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesson Learned</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Trust no one but yourself.."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S2arzxgbNsI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/rcCaI3miuug/s1600-h/piano.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433218906420098754" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S2arzxgbNsI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/rcCaI3miuug/s400/piano.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hello everyone! Im blogging again! So recently, I had alot of homework to do. Example, yesterday. Need to finish 2 ringkasan, 1 accounting with imbangan duga in 1 day. Plus, I had tuition on the afternoon. Im going nuts I tell you, nuts! (and sleepy)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yesterday, went to BM tuition at 4 - 6.  I think the time to change next week at 2.15 - 4.15 because my tuition classmates got kokurikulum stuff. Theirs start at 4.30. Mine starts at 3. My school damn stupid right? Anyway, Im lazy to go kokurikulum because I got lots of things to do. So, sorry to kokurikulum. I cant this year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Today, went to tuition. This time is Maths at 3 - 5. It was okay. But the chapter 4 in Maths is hard. Well, its not hard but it is like confusing. I thought it was going to be easy but... no. It was okay not really hard nor really easy. I hope I will understand it better in the future.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;March test is coming. Shit. Need to get ready and see how tuition can change my results. I hope I get good marks. I know some of the things that will come up at the March test. I hope they are easy. Gah! I dont want test. Hate em'!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Okay, thats it. To everyone else who is having a blog, please update! Thank you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6450248892268158846-5204468605909334424?l=crazylittlememories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/feeds/5204468605909334424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/02/lesson-learned.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/5204468605909334424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6450248892268158846/posts/default/5204468605909334424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazylittlememories.blogspot.com/2010/02/lesson-learned.html' title='Lesson Learned'/><author><name>WSYJolynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15290509748890214433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S2arzxgbNsI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/rcCaI3miuug/s72-c/piano.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6450248892268158846.post-6231280192096479198</id><published>2010-01-30T18:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T18:28:13.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Summit</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S2QGRtI2LOI/AAAAAAAAAxA/3ejSy0oUdVM/s1600-h/000_0286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432473951759903970" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S2QGRtI2LOI/AAAAAAAAAxA/3ejSy0oUdVM/s400/000_0286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hello everyone! Im here blogging again. This time, me and my friends went to Summit for Shandrika's early birthday celebration. I wont say "Happy Birthday" yet because its not her birthday. Anyway, we kinda enjoyed ourselves at first but then we got bored so we walked the same places again and again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;First stop, went to Sushi King for our lunch. We ate and ate. We didnt eat much. It wasnt worth it. It was so expensive. Gah! Anyway, we walked after that. Shandrika's stomach was pain. I think because she ate sushi? Lol? Okay, anyway, we had our tea at one of the waffle place. So we sat and eat.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S2QGD3gsczI/AAAAAAAAAw4/VN0d7nd5KYk/s1600-h/000_0280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432473714026115890" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4keG5RORwpU/S2QGD3gsczI/AAAAAAAAAw4/VN0d7nd5KYk/s400/000_0280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jose didnt eat anything or drink anything. I think she was still full. Shandrika took mango juice with waffle and I took milo with waffle. S
