<?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-1292495898475100243</id><updated>2011-11-05T00:07:49.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone and away..</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04929597229489545739</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>82</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1292495898475100243.post-6692651636254811156</id><published>2010-12-10T23:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T23:26:02.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be back - I'm back.</title><content type='html'>So now tumblr is giving me problem that I am so fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't blog and the loading time is so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I will be continuing my blog challenge here :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292495898475100243-6692651636254811156?l=hello-plonker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/feeds/6692651636254811156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292495898475100243&amp;postID=6692651636254811156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/6692651636254811156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/6692651636254811156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/2010/12/ill-be-back-im-back.html' title='I&apos;ll be back - I&apos;m back.'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04929597229489545739</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-1292495898475100243.post-1614571123377533215</id><published>2010-04-08T04:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T04:58:21.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So yea, I have gone with the wind since last november.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy guessing for my new blog link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align= 'right'&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm no longer the girl you used to know...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292495898475100243-1614571123377533215?l=hello-plonker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/feeds/1614571123377533215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292495898475100243&amp;postID=1614571123377533215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/1614571123377533215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/1614571123377533215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-yea-i-have-gone-with-wind-since-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04929597229489545739</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-1292495898475100243.post-7476077319137068965</id><published>2009-11-26T17:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T17:24:35.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know what to put here.</title><content type='html'>Just woke up. The sleep was so nice that I don't wish to wake up. Cried, even have suicidal thoughts. Luckily I'm weak enough as I cried until my head hurts like fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone want to meet up for alcohol? Guess I will contact Wenjun up for that soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I puke whatever I eat. No appetite to continue to eat after that. I love it. Hope this will continue for the next 6 months and I will slim down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw somebody's blog. Was envious. One year plus relationship. Full of quarrels yet they are still strong. Us? Just patch for a few weeks, quarrel, now going-to-break-up-? state. This sucks. I want a time machine. Last week was so sweet. Immediately the next day, it goes downhill all becuase of NG JUN WEI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If NG JUN WEI happens to read this, you know what? That will next life and kiss my ass if you want me to get you out. One more time I will make sure that you dick will vanish. Try me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for him, what else I can say? He knows. I hope that won't be long. Something is not feeling right again. DAMN. Where's my medication for that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292495898475100243-7476077319137068965?l=hello-plonker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/feeds/7476077319137068965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292495898475100243&amp;postID=7476077319137068965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/7476077319137068965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/7476077319137068965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-dont-know-what-to-put-here.html' title='I don&apos;t know what to put here.'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04929597229489545739</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-1292495898475100243.post-5338165553285468297</id><published>2009-11-26T13:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T13:48:05.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;3days. it’s been 3days since you left. You said that you will be back once you’re done with having fun. You promised me that. I don’t know. I just hate my 6th sense for being so accurate at the wrong time. I really don’t know what to type here. A lot of things are running through my head now. Have been crying since that day. I know it’s my fault. I know it’s too early for commitment. However, I didn’t force you that with a gun. I did not even force you with weapon to be in an open relationship. All I want is a simple one. I want a boyfriend who can cook, someone I can be proud off, knows how to manage his time well so that he have the time to date me out once or twice in every two weeks, someone who can confidently and openly tell your friends that, ‘hey, this is my girlfriend’ and I also would like to do so with my girlfriends too. Whenever there’s gathering I will be one of the few who didn’t bring my boyfriend out. Worse still, I’m the only one in that group who is attached. Whenever I try to bring things back to normal, you would only say ‘too late’. Now you hint break up WHEN YOU BLOODY PROMISE ME THAT YOU WILL BE BACK AFTER EXAMS. Alright, that’s the only time when I’m selfish and you treat me until like this. Have you ever thought of how many gallons of tears I have shed for you? I don’t why guys like you just simply don’t know how to balance friends and girlfriend well. This really sucks. I don’t know why men, who are a bunch of jerks are created. I’m sick. You have broken a lot of promises already. And now you left me in the cold and boredom. You stated that 11th Dec you will come. We shall see. Who knows that you will say that you can’t go because your some shit whatever gan is in trouble and you need to attend them. Sorry, I have to be like this because I really hate it. Best of all, I didn’t even force you to break them up. I don’t know if it is too much for you to break one of them when we are really back. Right now, I can’t seem to continue typing this. My tears are going to flow soon. Now, from today, I will save my money to retake my exams if the results show that my English and maths can do well which was done when both of us were still in time out mode. Because I’m just like you. All I care about is face. You care about your face in your bloody fucking shit gan family while mine in competitive, tense, pressurizing REAL family. Oh yes, tomorrow I will be flying off. Just pray that the plane crash and tsunami hit Phuket so that after I die, you will be free. Get this straight into your mind, I’m believing in you again for the very last time. Be honored that you’re the first guy in my life who have been given a lot chance by me and the last guy to be in my life. I’m serious. You know about my past, you know how much I have been thorough. I miss you, I love you, I need you and I don’t know how much time I left here. Give me warmth and care in this harsh coldness. I don’t know how long I can hang on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292495898475100243-5338165553285468297?l=hello-plonker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/feeds/5338165553285468297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292495898475100243&amp;postID=5338165553285468297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/5338165553285468297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/5338165553285468297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/2009/11/3days.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04929597229489545739</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-1292495898475100243.post-3772959419110268395</id><published>2009-09-18T18:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T19:06:08.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Earthling~</title><content type='html'>Will be gone for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's obvious that will be gone for good right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, I'm shifting after O levels and when things have settled over there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still, I will be keeping this one for old time's sake&lt;br /&gt;-I know that I am such a garung-guni with my sentiments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps will come back when I'm bored with new things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292495898475100243-3772959419110268395?l=hello-plonker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/feeds/3772959419110268395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292495898475100243&amp;postID=3772959419110268395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/3772959419110268395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/3772959419110268395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/2009/09/goodbye-earthling.html' title='Goodbye Earthling~'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04929597229489545739</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-1292495898475100243.post-1838098405797450650</id><published>2009-09-06T15:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T15:19:18.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is not that I have free time here to blog. This post is requested by someone to annouce to the whole world that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw a grim reaper on 06th September 2009, 14 56 to extract NJW's soul and the both of them left at 14 57.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, NJW passed away on 06th September 2009, 14 57. People who are kind are welcome to invite the lion dances for his wake and funeral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292495898475100243-1838098405797450650?l=hello-plonker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/feeds/1838098405797450650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292495898475100243&amp;postID=1838098405797450650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/1838098405797450650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/1838098405797450650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/2009/09/is-not-that-i-have-free-time-here-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04929597229489545739</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-1292495898475100243.post-5085178299000533668</id><published>2009-08-25T20:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T20:56:31.271+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Post</title><content type='html'>time to make my blog alive with a short post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't blog for a long time because of time constraint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since I currently have no time for blog,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be back after my O levels or when I have spare time to blog, which I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Earthlings.&lt;br /&gt;See you in November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck for Os.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292495898475100243-5085178299000533668?l=hello-plonker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/feeds/5085178299000533668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292495898475100243&amp;postID=5085178299000533668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/5085178299000533668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/5085178299000533668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/2009/08/random-post.html' title='Random Post'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04929597229489545739</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-1292495898475100243.post-2137710545016935949</id><published>2009-07-27T19:34:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T20:04:22.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thunderstorm over</title><content type='html'>Last week was an exhausted week. Was overwhelmed by conflicts, tears, tests, and stress and gastric. I'm really sorry to the one who I have let him down. Really sorry and thanks for being forgiving.&lt;br /&gt;iluttm&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday finally got to meet Bernice at causeway point. We went to Woodlands Civic for dinner at Mac and then went to shop around at causeway. Just realise that my closet lack of some clothes and accessories. Er, did I just mention that my full closet lack of clothes? Anyway, I WANT that black and army green skirts and pink frame shade from cotton on. Plus I NEED a simple black shirt to go with my white vest (which I bought during CNY shopping and have yet brought it out to see the daylight. Just realise that on last Saturday.). Other than that, I really need to get more cosmetics. The colours of the cosmetics are so, so, so limited. Tsk. However, is there any kind soul out there who is willing to sponsor me first??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my dreams...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is quite a good yet disappointing day. It is good because I managed to hand in my homework on time and it is disappointing because I am underperforming for my structure essay questions for social studies. Although I got 23 and hit the higher few, I still feel that I have let lots of people down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now worried for one of my friend as he was hospitalised today. Wanted to visit him today but the hospital is in Simei even though I can meet dar after that. Sadly, I think I have hurt my right hand after playing badminton during PE and there are pile of tests to study for and homework to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, since I said that I have homework to do, I shall end off here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292495898475100243-2137710545016935949?l=hello-plonker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/feeds/2137710545016935949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292495898475100243&amp;postID=2137710545016935949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/2137710545016935949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/2137710545016935949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/2009/07/thunderstorm-over.html' title='thunderstorm over'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04929597229489545739</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-1292495898475100243.post-8820607500341275528</id><published>2009-07-17T22:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T22:21:32.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another step deeper, another level for being rich x3</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was our 3rd month and we celebrated it today(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to watch Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince.&lt;br /&gt;The movie is worth to watch even if it is alright to me though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought the Wizard combo and dar bring home the potion pot.&lt;br /&gt;Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, we went to eat at Yoshinoya and head straight home early as he needs to report to work tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first meeting seem so yesterday and without noticing how fast the time tick tock away, I cannot believe that yesterday is our 3rd month and we are still going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my dearest,&lt;br /&gt;No matter how far apart we are and how rare we meet sometimes, my summer with you will never end(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292495898475100243-8820607500341275528?l=hello-plonker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/feeds/8820607500341275528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292495898475100243&amp;postID=8820607500341275528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/8820607500341275528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/8820607500341275528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/2009/07/another-step-deeper-another-level-for.html' title='another step deeper, another level for being rich x3'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04929597229489545739</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-1292495898475100243.post-1925744488531183921</id><published>2009-07-13T20:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T20:35:44.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye distinction.</title><content type='html'>Today feeling quite happy and I don't want to type it out here. Because I want the negative side to be speechless for awhile(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling rather bad at the same time because I went out of point. At least I'm better than one of them at home. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many tests coming up also. My English teacher has been tracking everyone about the homework too. Feeling quite stress this term. Late dismissal, test, pile and pile of homework are driving me nuts. I really don't know how long can I hold on at this rate. But still, I'm glad that there are people to support me at the same time. Hopefully I can pull through this and get into my desire course in my desire polytechnic. Even though I am still thinking which course suits me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food science, chemical &amp; pharmacy science and optometry sound good but I suck at mathematics. Mass communication needs me to be good in writing to get in. Accountancy sounds too common for job in future. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junior College? I did think of aiming SAJC but that was secondary two and I don't take pure sciences, geography or even additional mathematics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for Friday to come and dar to get well. It's been a long time since we really go out and it's gonna  be our third month this Thursday and next Friday going to Charcoal at City Hall for dinner with Geraldine. I am still thinking what to wear there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And obviously, there are still lifeless spammers out there spamming people's tag board. When will they grow up? Are they going to stop it when the police come to knock on their doors?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292495898475100243-1925744488531183921?l=hello-plonker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/feeds/1925744488531183921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292495898475100243&amp;postID=1925744488531183921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/1925744488531183921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/1925744488531183921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/2009/07/bye-distinction.html' title='Bye distinction.'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04929597229489545739</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-1292495898475100243.post-2780371889493170546</id><published>2009-07-06T16:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T16:52:36.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by deph to do this, once more(:</title><content type='html'>4 things many don’t know:&lt;br /&gt;1. I can be really quiet&lt;br /&gt;2. My past&lt;br /&gt;3. My true life &lt;br /&gt;4. My brain &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 movies I could watch over and over:&lt;br /&gt;1. Pearl Harbour &lt;br /&gt;2. Moulin Rogue &lt;br /&gt;3. Windstruck  &lt;br /&gt;4. Taegukgi (Brotherhood) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 places I have lived:&lt;br /&gt;1. Telok Blangah, My maternal granparents home&lt;br /&gt;2. Redhill&lt;br /&gt;3. Sembawang&lt;br /&gt;4. Future new home, where I don't know where will it be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 TV shows I love:&lt;br /&gt;1. NRWZD&lt;br /&gt;2. Haunted&lt;br /&gt;3. Global Trekker&lt;br /&gt;4. Boys over flowers(X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 places I’ve been for vacation:&lt;br /&gt;1. Batam, Indonesia&lt;br /&gt;2. Tioman Island, Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;3. Kukup, Malaysia&lt;br /&gt;4. Hat Yai, Thailand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 of my favourite food:&lt;br /&gt;1. Bimbibap&lt;br /&gt;2. Lamb stew&lt;br /&gt;3. Sushi&lt;br /&gt;4. Prata &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 places I would rather be now:&lt;br /&gt;1. South Korea&lt;br /&gt;2. Japan&lt;br /&gt;3. Australia&lt;br /&gt;4. USA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 favourite songs:&lt;br /&gt;1. Pokerface - Lady Gaga&lt;br /&gt;2. Silly Boy - Rihanna ft Lady Gaga&lt;br /&gt;3. White Flag - Dido&lt;br /&gt;4. One - Epik High&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who I want to tag next:&lt;br /&gt;1. Bern&lt;br /&gt;2. Ziling&lt;br /&gt;3. Zoe&lt;br /&gt;4. Liqing&lt;br /&gt;and anyone who knows me! x))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292495898475100243-2780371889493170546?l=hello-plonker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/feeds/2780371889493170546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292495898475100243&amp;postID=2780371889493170546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/2780371889493170546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/2780371889493170546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/2009/07/tagged-by-deph-to-do-this-once-more.html' title='Tagged by deph to do this, once more(:'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04929597229489545739</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-1292495898475100243.post-6638350407739675921</id><published>2009-07-06T16:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T16:40:05.528+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by deph to do this(:</title><content type='html'>The Basics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair Color : dark brown&lt;br /&gt;Eye Color :  dark brown&lt;br /&gt;Height : 163 cm&lt;br /&gt;Profession(s) : student.&lt;br /&gt;Relationship Status : In a relationship&lt;br /&gt;Religious Views :  no views. Agnostic here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Favorites&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Color :  orange, green, blue, purple, pink, white and black&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Car :  subaru&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Movie :  Too much to list&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Hobbies : blogging, singing, listening to music, hanging out, shopping &amp; crapping&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Song/Singer :  too much to list &lt;br /&gt;Favorite Book/Author :  House of night series&lt;br /&gt;Favorite School Subject :  Chemistry&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Vacation Destinations :  Anywhere with scenic view&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Food :  Too much to list(:&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Restaurant :  Sakae Sushi&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Animals :  Dog, cat, hamsters&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Store :  too much to list&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Celebrity : Currently Lady Gaga.&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Childhood Friend: Irene Kee Ser Hui(: &lt;br /&gt;Favorite Childhood Memory :  playing at the playground (x&lt;br /&gt;Favorite People In Your Life : those who inspire to do well and be strong &lt;br /&gt;Favorite Facebook Application :  none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This or That&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla : BOTH =D&lt;br /&gt;Big Mac or Whopper :  BIG MAC&lt;br /&gt;Coke or Pepsi : Coke&lt;br /&gt;Beer or Wine : Both&lt;br /&gt;Coffee or Tea : tea, without a doubt..&lt;br /&gt;Apple Juice or O.J. : both&lt;br /&gt;Facebook or MySpace : fb(:&lt;br /&gt;Summer or Winter : Winter&lt;br /&gt;Windows or Mac : windows. i don't use Mac..&lt;br /&gt;Cats or Dogs : all of them!&lt;br /&gt;Boxers or Briefs : boxers(:&lt;br /&gt;Rain or Shine : rainn..&lt;br /&gt;Chips or Popcorn : both&lt;br /&gt;Salty or Sweet : both&lt;br /&gt;Plane or Boat : plane... &lt;br /&gt;Morning or Night : Night&lt;br /&gt;Movie or Play : movie..&lt;br /&gt;Walk or Drive : Both&lt;br /&gt;Money or Love : Love&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast or Dinner : breakfast..&lt;br /&gt;Forgiveness or Revenge : both!&lt;br /&gt;Paint or Wallpaper : both&lt;br /&gt;House or Apartment : studio apartment(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do You?&lt;br /&gt;Have Any Pets : no&lt;br /&gt;Have Any Children : no&lt;br /&gt;Smoke : quit.&lt;br /&gt;Drink : socially&lt;br /&gt;Exercise : haha. i'm lazy. so, no.&lt;br /&gt;Spend Your Life On Facebook : that's what you called, MORONS.&lt;br /&gt;Play On A Sports Team : yes.&lt;br /&gt;Belong To Any Organizations : nope&lt;br /&gt;Love Your Job : job?&lt;br /&gt;Like To Cook : always&lt;br /&gt;Play An Instrument : piano (used to). oh, and hand bells(:&lt;br /&gt;Sing : absolutely yes.&lt;br /&gt;Dance : depends&lt;br /&gt;Speak Multiple Languages : yep.&lt;br /&gt;Ice Skate : learning&lt;br /&gt;Swim : diving.&lt;br /&gt;Paint : yes&lt;br /&gt;Write : yes!&lt;br /&gt;Ski :  in future&lt;br /&gt;Juggle : no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have You Ever&lt;br /&gt;Stolen Anything :  no&lt;br /&gt;Been Drunk Before Noon : yeah&lt;br /&gt;Had Sex In A Public Place : NO&lt;br /&gt;Got Caught Telling A Lie : haha. ya&lt;br /&gt;Got A Speeding Ticket : in future perhaps&lt;br /&gt;Been Arrested : no&lt;br /&gt;Littered : who don't?&lt;br /&gt;Fantasized About A Co-Worker : no&lt;br /&gt;Cheated On A Test : yes.. &lt;br /&gt;Cheated In A Relationship : .&lt;br /&gt;Failed A Class : yep&lt;br /&gt;Screened Your Phone Calls : always&lt;br /&gt;Eaten Food Off The Floor : a big no-no! &lt;br /&gt;Stuck Gum Under A Desk : HELL NO !&lt;br /&gt;Wished You Were Someone Else : yea&lt;br /&gt;Cried During A Movie : yeah, easily..&lt;br /&gt;Had A One Night Stand :  no.&lt;br /&gt;Misc: no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Describe Yourself In One Word : enigmatic&lt;br /&gt;Biggest Fear : hurt&lt;br /&gt;Biggest Mistake : not scoring well to go to express&lt;br /&gt;Your Proudest Accomplishment : reading 5 books in less than a month&lt;br /&gt;#1 Priority In Your Life : education (so i can earn lotsa money when i grow up)&lt;br /&gt;Dream Job : Pilot&lt;br /&gt;Causes You Believe In : Enjoying life while working&lt;br /&gt;Special Talents : unsure&lt;br /&gt;Where Are You Right Now : bedroom&lt;br /&gt;Where Would You Rather Be : anywhere with him&lt;br /&gt;Famous Person You Want To Meet : Lady Gaga (x&lt;br /&gt;Place To Visit Before You Die : White house?&lt;br /&gt;Song Played At Your Funeral : Haven't thought of that yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAG 5 people : Bern, Ziling, Zoe, Liqing and Wenjun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292495898475100243-6638350407739675921?l=hello-plonker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/feeds/6638350407739675921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292495898475100243&amp;postID=6638350407739675921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/6638350407739675921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/6638350407739675921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/2009/07/tagged-by-deph-to-do-this.html' title='Tagged by deph to do this(:'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04929597229489545739</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-1292495898475100243.post-2362020125880962956</id><published>2009-07-06T15:49:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T16:17:20.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irony</title><content type='html'>While waiting for the printing to be complete, shall use this time to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been turning to an irony to me since last night. Words have been running my head since I woke up. Due to that, I'm feeling giddy. So correct, one must learn to put down when he or she knows how to pick up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, since it may going to happen sooner or later, let's cherish every moment together so that there will be no regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 more days to go ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292495898475100243-2362020125880962956?l=hello-plonker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/feeds/2362020125880962956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292495898475100243&amp;postID=2362020125880962956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/2362020125880962956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/2362020125880962956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/2009/07/irony.html' title='Irony'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04929597229489545739</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-1292495898475100243.post-5709424576678080938</id><published>2009-07-02T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T21:09:11.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mentally drained.</title><content type='html'>It's been a week since I last blog and it's been so many days since I saw hunn. Really miss him badly. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School life is such a bitch. Lots of homework and dismissal time has extended. Other than that, there are more and more tests which are going to drive me nuts. Everyday have to practice Mathematics and prepare for Oral. My engine seems to have turned on already. It's just that my ass keep parking the wrong parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procrastination is still killing me. How I wish someone can help me pull that bug out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, 18 more weeks till O level and 3 more months till I graduate. Hehheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, shall learn to determine, discipline and tolerate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have finish reading 4 books of House of Night series. 1 more book and shall wait till the next book hit the stores this November(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;2 more weeks ♥&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292495898475100243-5709424576678080938?l=hello-plonker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/feeds/5709424576678080938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292495898475100243&amp;postID=5709424576678080938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/5709424576678080938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/5709424576678080938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/2009/07/mentally-drained.html' title='Mentally drained.'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04929597229489545739</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-1292495898475100243.post-4502519076227031103</id><published>2009-06-26T22:08:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T22:16:03.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh mannnnnnnnnnnn.</title><content type='html'>Hunn have to be quarantine at home for a week as HK was listed as H1N1 affected country in Singapore's list on THAT day he was back. What a coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I can meet him now and tell my teacher that I have came in contact with a person who flew to HK and came back on the 24th this June so that I can get that one week off, when school reopens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;somissyou.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I saw xiaxue with her cute dog at PLC @ Simei East Point.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292495898475100243-4502519076227031103?l=hello-plonker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/feeds/4502519076227031103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292495898475100243&amp;postID=4502519076227031103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/4502519076227031103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/4502519076227031103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/2009/06/oh-mannnnnnnnnnnn.html' title='Oh mannnnnnnnnnnn.'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04929597229489545739</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-1292495898475100243.post-4772920693823981851</id><published>2009-06-25T13:00:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T13:06:29.597+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last fifteen minutes.</title><content type='html'>Shall use my last fifteen minutes here before I go to town(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE'S BACK LAST NIGHT !!! Was smiling for the whole night since I receive his message. Why these 3 days seem like 3 centuries? Anyway, will be meeting tomorrow(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be meeting Bern and Sueanne at Orchard later. Wondering if Celine is going or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I'm brewing some homework trouble. I only done some English compre only. How I wish the government can change his mind and declare that school will be close for another week due to H1N1 =x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, have to stop here and get everything ready and cheers for girls' day out !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayonara~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292495898475100243-4772920693823981851?l=hello-plonker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/feeds/4772920693823981851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292495898475100243&amp;postID=4772920693823981851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/4772920693823981851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/4772920693823981851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/2009/06/last-fifteen-minutes.html' title='Last fifteen minutes.'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04929597229489545739</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-1292495898475100243.post-6203825810657301853</id><published>2009-06-22T19:45:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T20:07:04.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 more days till you're back (:</title><content type='html'>THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE MORE DAYS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can’t wait man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Eunos and look for bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had cup noodles and mash potato for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something hurts yet pretty happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I scalded both my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left hand is much more serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love that mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started from my thumb and ends at my wrist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They looks like this..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right hand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yZO4JwX0sw/Sj9wDQsfdcI/AAAAAAAAAH8/jqhe-6l8XkU/s320/DSC08167.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left Hand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yZO4JwX0sw/Sj9yXbM4inI/AAAAAAAAAIU/bEyMFsRVaLY/s320/DSC08172.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yZO4JwX0sw/Sj9yXQYhFWI/AAAAAAAAAIM/pLUbuknZLdI/s320/DSC08171.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yZO4JwX0sw/Sj9yXKvUlOI/AAAAAAAAAIE/daK8x6mpZx0/s320/DSC08170.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my dear Bernbern thinks I'm careless after hunn left for HK. Zz. So no link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. People, do log onto &lt;a href="http://www.channelnewsasia.com/singapore"&gt;http://www.channelnewsasia.com/singapore&lt;/a&gt; and vote for extend holidays, everyday. Your vote would be appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292495898475100243-6203825810657301853?l=hello-plonker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/feeds/6203825810657301853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292495898475100243&amp;postID=6203825810657301853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/6203825810657301853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/6203825810657301853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/2009/06/3-more-days-till-youre-back.html' title='3 more days till you&apos;re back (:'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04929597229489545739</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/__yZO4JwX0sw/Sj9wDQsfdcI/AAAAAAAAAH8/jqhe-6l8XkU/s72-c/DSC08167.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1292495898475100243.post-324020649683223312</id><published>2009-06-20T14:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T15:22:52.184+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recovering.</title><content type='html'>Was really depressed this week. Now I realise what really went wrong and I'm the one who is mostly at fault by keeping everything to myself and being too sensitive plus wilful. Really sorry for making you people worry, especially hunn and bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to town with Bernice yesterday. Went to Bugis first then Orchard for my shades and her dress. Later on, we went to novena for U.D.D.E.R.S ice-cream. It's really a pleasure and heaven to have ice-cream outside the shop and at the roadside. Took photos and chilled. Then home-sweet-home. Really want to thank her for being there for me and going out to rock the town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures time ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yZO4JwX0sw/SjyK7-ZLCaI/AAAAAAAAAHM/bSeft4P8Ku8/s320/DSC08119.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yZO4JwX0sw/SjyK76h1lmI/AAAAAAAAAHE/oDWUDdSOKEs/s320/DSC08118.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yZO4JwX0sw/SjyK7kBVqkI/AAAAAAAAAG8/PjdDRi1ezAM/s320/DSC08117.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bern's: Cookies Cream and Rum Rum Raisin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yZO4JwX0sw/SjyK7dDqedI/AAAAAAAAAG0/cmAgMiXC6vw/s320/DSC08115.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine: Strawberry Field and Green Tea. Nice combination of colours isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yZO4JwX0sw/SjyLJMOlvXI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Visn-33oYrk/s320/DSC08125.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yZO4JwX0sw/SjyK8AtAN9I/AAAAAAAAAHU/Fu_ogLiJ2GE/s320/DSC08123.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ice-cream is super rich and nice. Yumyumyum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunn will be flying off to HK on Sunday morning. It will be 4 days 3 nights without him. Haven't seen him for about 1 week already. I'm really lost. However, I will learn to be strong again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for those 4 days to be gone. Time please travel as fast as you can. Please..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292495898475100243-324020649683223312?l=hello-plonker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/feeds/324020649683223312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292495898475100243&amp;postID=324020649683223312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/324020649683223312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/324020649683223312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/2009/06/recovering.html' title='Recovering.'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04929597229489545739</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/__yZO4JwX0sw/SjyK7-ZLCaI/AAAAAAAAAHM/bSeft4P8Ku8/s72-c/DSC08119.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1292495898475100243.post-8482553250686052249</id><published>2009-06-18T17:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T17:43:11.861+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No He can't read my pokerface.</title><content type='html'>So what now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the end the solution?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall leave this answer to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292495898475100243-8482553250686052249?l=hello-plonker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/feeds/8482553250686052249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292495898475100243&amp;postID=8482553250686052249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/8482553250686052249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/8482553250686052249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-he-cant-read-my-pokerface.html' title='No He can&apos;t read my pokerface.'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04929597229489545739</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-1292495898475100243.post-7682750564524051784</id><published>2009-06-18T13:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T11:21:44.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>상처… 흉터… 눈물이… 흐르고</title><content type='html'>Can you believe it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can actually have a tiff on the actual day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is not so smooth for anyone of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully it will be better after pouring out the words from my heart this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And much more better after you come back on next Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I don't want to come to an end as the solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't we sit down and talk over tea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind what will you be doing to me on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see that I'm trying to accept every fact and things you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Counselling is one of your job for good deeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't have any good reasons to stop you, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also hope that you can understand that we have a week left before that 3 months of torture starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you should know that once the new term starts, we will never have time for each other until September and the worse will be until November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be crying this time because I'm numb for anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292495898475100243-7682750564524051784?l=hello-plonker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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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-1292495898475100243.post-1154122615540294841</id><published>2009-06-11T18:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T19:13:34.909+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog redivivus after 8 days.</title><content type='html'>Time has really caused us to drift so far apart. Luckily, I'm glad that I got to meet hunn yesterday. Waited for Bern at my home. While waiting, I looked at him while he was studying and wondered how long can we last. He will be on attachment from next term onwards. Meaning, from next term onwards, we won't have time for each other. In addition, next term's preparation for Os is gonna be more and more intensive and I maybe down for night class by term 4. Sigh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Bern came, me and her crazed around. Haha. Then we go down to SSC for dinner. Initially, we wanted to study at starbucks first. Since we're hungry, we went to food court and eat first. Later, we went to shop around in Daiso and hunn bought knives for himself in class. After that, we went to esprit and hunn also bought a shirt I chose for him. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to starbucks and chilled. Waited for that birthday boy and I nearly late for home. Thanks to the shuttle bus that I reached home before my mother did. If not, you won't be able to read this post. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is my really officially (hopefully) last day of school and CCA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I'm so happy today that I have completed my Organic Chemistry Homework though I leave out some questions that I really don't know how to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just something for today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never ever blame yourself when you did things wrong or when things come undone due to stress. Additionally, always chill yourself down and don't give yourself unwanted and useless stress before doing serious things, such as exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;5 more days ♥&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292495898475100243-1154122615540294841?l=hello-plonker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/feeds/1154122615540294841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292495898475100243&amp;postID=1154122615540294841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/1154122615540294841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/1154122615540294841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-redivivus-after-8-days.html' title='Blog redivivus after 8 days.'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04929597229489545739</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-1292495898475100243.post-3341000174886169249</id><published>2009-06-03T17:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T18:10:58.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Direction guidance needed.</title><content type='html'>Have been feeling lost this few days. My mood has been playing on the swing real happily. I realised that I just throw my temper at anyone without a good reason and no reason at all. I don't even know why I have the urge to scream and cry out of no reason last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this PMS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Additionally, I'm down with common cold. People ask me to stay at home but I refuse to because I really don't want to miss a single thing in school. It's June and this is a great month for me to catch up everything. 4 to 5 months more till O levels and this 4 to 5 months fly really fast by my experience last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really. I want to feel that sense of achievement and the feeling of your effort paid off again next year when I get back my O level results next year because the feeling of it is exhilarating, great and relieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry to everyone whom I yelled with no good reasons. Really sorry for making every one of you to worry for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I feels like changing my blogskin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align='right'&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:70%;"&gt;Miss you so much..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292495898475100243-3341000174886169249?l=hello-plonker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/feeds/3341000174886169249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292495898475100243&amp;postID=3341000174886169249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/3341000174886169249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/3341000174886169249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/2009/06/direction-guidance-needed.html' title='Direction guidance needed.'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04929597229489545739</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-1292495898475100243.post-2036004836446371939</id><published>2009-06-01T18:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T18:46:50.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to save up to retake it for the forth time.</title><content type='html'>Good-oh-holy-crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have screwed my papers today. Didn't have enough time to end my composition well with missing words and my comprehension is so full of mistakes. Argh. What's the use to fret over it when it's already done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And e3 camp this week. Shall look at it that our batch is lucky enough because unlike the previous batches' e3 camp that last for 10 days, ours last for good 5 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, things have been so sweet for me lately and it's been a week since we last meet each other. I can understand that both of us have to study really hard so that we will not need to worry for the future. Dear, I know you have always been by my side even when you're not with me; I can feel that too. This few weeks have also been hard for us. Whatever it is, I will also be by your side and encourage you to do well for your upcoming exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 more days to our second month. Way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I'm thinking of going on hiatus from blogging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292495898475100243-2036004836446371939?l=hello-plonker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/feeds/2036004836446371939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292495898475100243&amp;postID=2036004836446371939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/2036004836446371939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/2036004836446371939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/2009/06/time-to-save-up-to-retake-it-for-forth.html' title='Time to save up to retake it for the forth time.'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04929597229489545739</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-1292495898475100243.post-5561788935567861008</id><published>2009-05-30T19:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T20:38:54.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking 'O' Levels on the same year with someone at home can be a good thing and a bad thing.</title><content type='html'>2 more days to 'O' level mid-year Chinese paper. To be honest with you, I didn't really feel so stress out until this afternoon. For your info, I will be taking this national exam with my sister. There are pros and cons for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pros are, firstly, you can help each other with the subject you are good with and she is best in and vice versa. Secondly, the both of you an exchange your school exams paper, be it past year or the current one. Lastly, both of you can also exchange notes to look out for missing info in the both of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cons of it are, you feel stress out sometimes when you worry that he or she beats you in results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been helping out my sister with her humanities as she said that she is giving up in it. I don't actually see a good reason to give up when the answers are already in your hands. Just memorise, understand, produce good model answer on your own for social studies. Correct? And she have been helping me with my mathematics until she can vomit blood out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, whatever it is, I just want her to do well. It's not all about competition here. It's all about scoring well for ourselves. Don't you agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening, my sisters, paternal grandfather and father went to AMK ave 5 for western food. The food is so nice and splendid. 8 kinds of salad for you to choose, crème potato, chips, briyani, ribs etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bern, shall we go there for a meal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until now, I'm still craving for the chicken avocado salad which is a good appetizer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That stall is halal by the way. The stall name is Charco and I forgotten which block is it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before I end this post abruptly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just want to type a few words to someone out there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm enough of your lies. I don't care how much you going to help me. I only know that you only screw things up for the three of us here, backstab people, still have not taste the medicine and asking for trouble. I also don't care how many people you have and the locations. Because that are just bragging and boasting. Even if it's true, I will not let you go so easily if you are dare to lay your hands on him. Trust me; I will call the police up if you want to play gangs. Additionally, there's no need for you to ask me wake up and see who the right is and wrong because that answer is already in my heart long ago. Just scram and off my life you go. Don't ever thought of calling me, seeing me and messaging me again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292495898475100243-5561788935567861008?l=hello-plonker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/feeds/5561788935567861008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292495898475100243&amp;postID=5561788935567861008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/5561788935567861008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/5561788935567861008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/2009/05/taking-o-levels-on-same-year-with.html' title='Taking &apos;O&apos; Levels on the same year with someone at home can be a good thing and a bad thing.'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04929597229489545739</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-1292495898475100243.post-3802652665466640651</id><published>2009-05-26T22:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T22:29:15.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a brief one</title><content type='html'>wow, it's been a week since I last blog. I'm alright now people(: Thanks for the concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinese intensive revision is getting more and more intensive. Now have to face these Chinese characters for 5 days this week, from 8am to 5.30pm. Shag. Therefore, I may blog more and more less. Plus e3 camp is also from 8am to 5.30pm from next week, after Chinese O level. And I really miss shopping and sleeping for the whole day during weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I miss him too. Wondering what is he doing now. Wanted to call him but my bill have bomb like mad already. It's been 1 month and 10 days since we started already, with obstacles that we have conquered on the way. I'm glad that we are strong my dear. Hope to see you soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Night(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292495898475100243-3802652665466640651?l=hello-plonker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/feeds/3802652665466640651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292495898475100243&amp;postID=3802652665466640651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/3802652665466640651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/3802652665466640651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-brief-one.html' title='Just a brief one'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04929597229489545739</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-1292495898475100243.post-8700370770944864766</id><published>2009-05-20T22:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T22:18:36.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a breather</title><content type='html'>Problems have been popping up out of nowhere since yesterday. It keeps popping out one after and another. What a beautiful disaster I have now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started with having the worse set of results I ever have, found out something, some request that hurts, was being malign and what's next? People want to suicide? Picking a fight? Backstabbing? I-want-to-kill-you-you-want-to-kill-me scenario?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, it's really tiring to handle them after one another. Can't some of you just grow up and stop being infantile? HELLO?! Most of us are in our late teenage age already and some of you are just repeating the same old mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get beyond your stupid pride. Don't say that I didn't tell some of you that what goes around come around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me a break and you will be appreciated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292495898475100243-8700370770944864766?l=hello-plonker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/feeds/8700370770944864766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292495898475100243&amp;postID=8700370770944864766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/8700370770944864766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/8700370770944864766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-need-breather.html' title='I need a breather'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04929597229489545739</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-1292495898475100243.post-3293533961426546105</id><published>2009-05-15T21:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T21:48:12.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>half happy; half disappointed.</title><content type='html'>HAPPY 17th BIRTHDAY BERNICEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE !!&lt;br /&gt;Hope you love the present more than everybody else =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is so full of emotions. A great mixture of happiness, disappointment and anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness for human and some results, disappointment for some results also, anger for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's all for the summarised post for today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292495898475100243-3293533961426546105?l=hello-plonker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/feeds/3293533961426546105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292495898475100243&amp;postID=3293533961426546105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/3293533961426546105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/3293533961426546105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/2009/05/half-happy-half-disappointed.html' title='half happy; half disappointed.'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04929597229489545739</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-1292495898475100243.post-2485815257232138708</id><published>2009-05-07T16:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T16:56:25.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Knock you down - Keri Hilson ft Kanye West and Neyo.</title><content type='html'>[Keri Hilson:]&lt;br /&gt;Heh... not again...&lt;br /&gt;Ohh... this ain't supposed to happen to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Kanye West:]&lt;br /&gt;Keep rockin', and keep knockin'&lt;br /&gt;Whether you Louis Vouiton-ed up or Reebok-in'&lt;br /&gt;You see the hate, that they're servin' on a platter&lt;br /&gt;So what we gon' have - desert or disaster?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Keri Hilson:]&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd... be in love like this&lt;br /&gt;When I look at you my mind goes on a trip&lt;br /&gt;And you came in... and knocked me on my face&lt;br /&gt;Feels like in I'm a race&lt;br /&gt;But I... already won first place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd... fall for you as hard as I did&lt;br /&gt;(As hard as I did, yeah)&lt;br /&gt;You got me thinkin' about our life, house and kids (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Every morning I look at you and smile&lt;br /&gt;Cause boy you came around and you knocked me down... knocked me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes love comes around&lt;br /&gt;(Love comes around)&lt;br /&gt;And it knocks you down&lt;br /&gt;Just get back up&lt;br /&gt;When it knocks you down&lt;br /&gt;(Knocks you down)&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes love comes around&lt;br /&gt;(Love comes around)&lt;br /&gt;And it knocks you down&lt;br /&gt;Just get back up&lt;br /&gt;When it knocks you down&lt;br /&gt;(Knocks you down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Ne-Yo:]&lt;br /&gt;I've never thought I&lt;br /&gt;Would hear myself say (ooh)&lt;br /&gt;Ya'll gon head&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna kick it with my girl today (Kick it with my girl today)&lt;br /&gt;I used to be commander and chief&lt;br /&gt;Of my pimp ship flyin' high (flyin' high)&lt;br /&gt;Til I met this pretty little missle, that shot me out the sky (ohhh shot me out the sky)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hey) Till now I'm crashin, I don't know how it happened&lt;br /&gt;But I know it feels so damn good&lt;br /&gt;Said if I could go back, and make it happen faster&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know I would baby if I could&lt;br /&gt;Miss independent (ohh, to the fullest), the load never to much, she helpin me pull it&lt;br /&gt;She shot the bullet that ended that life&lt;br /&gt;I swear to you the pimp in me just died tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Keri Hilson]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes love comes around&lt;br /&gt;(Love comes around)&lt;br /&gt;And it knocks you down&lt;br /&gt;Just get back up&lt;br /&gt;When it knocks you down&lt;br /&gt;(Knocks you down)&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes love comes around&lt;br /&gt;(Love comes around)&lt;br /&gt;And it knocks you down&lt;br /&gt;Just get back up&lt;br /&gt;When it knocks you down&lt;br /&gt;(Knocks you down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Kanye West:]&lt;br /&gt;Tell me now can you make it past your caspers&lt;br /&gt;So we can finally fly off into NASA&lt;br /&gt;You was always the cheerleader of my dreams to&lt;br /&gt;Seem to only date the head of football teams&lt;br /&gt;And I was the class clown that, always kept you laughin'&lt;br /&gt;We, were never meant to be baby we just happened&lt;br /&gt;So please, don't mess up the trick... hey young world I'm the new slick rick&lt;br /&gt;They say I move too quick, but we can't let the moment pass us&lt;br /&gt;Let the hourglass pass right into ashes&lt;br /&gt;Let the wind blow the ash right before my glasses&lt;br /&gt;So I wrote this love letter right before my classes&lt;br /&gt;How could you have askeds, someone that's only average&lt;br /&gt;For advice&lt;br /&gt;O.M.G, you listen to that, bitch?&lt;br /&gt;Whoa it's me&lt;br /&gt;Baby this is tragic&lt;br /&gt;Cause we had it, we was magic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was flyin', now I'm crashin'&lt;br /&gt;This is bad, real bad, Michael Jackson&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm mad, real mad, joe jackson&lt;br /&gt;You should leave your boyfriend now, I'm a ask him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Keri Hilson:]&lt;br /&gt;So I gotta put the good with the bad, happy and the sad&lt;br /&gt;So I'll bring a better future than I had in the past&lt;br /&gt;Oh Cause, I don't wanna make the same mistakes I did&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna fall back on my face again&lt;br /&gt;Whoaa, whoaaa&lt;br /&gt;I'll admit it, I I was scared to answer loves call&lt;br /&gt;Whoaa, whoaaa&lt;br /&gt;And if it hits better make it worth the fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(When it comes around)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes love comes around&lt;br /&gt;(Love comes around)&lt;br /&gt;And it knocks you down&lt;br /&gt;Just get back up&lt;br /&gt;When it knocks you down&lt;br /&gt;(Knocks you down)&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes love comes around&lt;br /&gt;(Love comes around)&lt;br /&gt;And it knocks you down&lt;br /&gt;Just get back up&lt;br /&gt;When it knocks you down&lt;br /&gt;(Knocks you down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't see it coming when it happens&lt;br /&gt;But when it happens you're gonna feel it, let me tell you now&lt;br /&gt;You see when love come and knocks you down (ohh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't see it coming when it happens&lt;br /&gt;But when it happens you're gonna feel it, let me tell you now&lt;br /&gt;You see when love comes and knocks you down (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently addicted to it. Just click next on the player and enjoy(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292495898475100243-2485815257232138708?l=hello-plonker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/feeds/2485815257232138708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292495898475100243&amp;postID=2485815257232138708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/2485815257232138708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/2485815257232138708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/2009/05/knock-you-down-keri-hilson-ft-kanye.html' title='Knock you down - Keri Hilson ft Kanye West and Neyo.'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04929597229489545739</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-1292495898475100243.post-8408676987001999538</id><published>2009-05-07T15:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T16:31:18.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh so sweet.</title><content type='html'>Sweet because revenge is sweet. Lame. Not revenge actually. Just feel that my life is suddenly just so sweet. Sweet as in... It's indescribable. Eh wait... it's euphoria that makes me feel so sweet. It's not about relationship here anyway. It's all about having the things you have and the tasks you have accomplished now. I finally get half of the things that are required for chemistry practical on next Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, even the things you have now, is just for awhile and may not be forever. Some things are not meant forever for you right? So be satisfied with what you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom finally buys a box of chicken essence home last night. It's like so finally that I can take it during this period. Yea yea, no chicken essence during exam period means deprivation of tonic for your brain cells. Ah, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of brain cells, they have been finished. Plus, my report book and I are finished. Seriously, what on Earth am I studying? Whatever I study for certain papers, the questions did not come out. That's the sad part. However, what makes me happy during this period is that I finally know how weak I am with my academic, how wrong is my mindset about the upcoming big examination and my time spend with my family, through the lesson learnt from being panic during the papers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I really have to revise the timetable and make a better one as I realised that there's a gap again on my communication with my parents. Other than that, I somehow cannot get enough of rest and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow going to Bedok for dinner with my family, cousins, uncles and aunties from my daddy's side. And I have fall in love with a song. So addictive. &gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292495898475100243-8408676987001999538?l=hello-plonker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/feeds/8408676987001999538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292495898475100243&amp;postID=8408676987001999538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/8408676987001999538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/8408676987001999538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-so-sweet.html' title='Oh so sweet.'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04929597229489545739</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-1292495898475100243.post-36882875268665890</id><published>2009-05-01T12:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T13:05:02.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Jan to do this 100 truth(:</title><content type='html'>1. Real Name : Lynn Ng&lt;br /&gt;2.Nickname(s) : LynnLynnLynn, Lynn from Italy&lt;br /&gt;3.Age : 17&lt;br /&gt;4.Height : 163 ?&lt;br /&gt;5.Weight : don't tell you(:&lt;br /&gt;6.Spec or contact lens : Both&lt;br /&gt;7.Horoscope : Pisces&lt;br /&gt;8.Male or Female : Female&lt;br /&gt;9.Tv or Games : Both&lt;br /&gt;10.Primary School : Keng Seng Pri, Canberra Pri then Wellington Primary&lt;br /&gt;11.Secondary School : Yishun Town Sec&lt;br /&gt;12.Poly or Jc : POLY!&lt;br /&gt;13.University ? : If I can, it will be University of Queensland. If not, other Universities in Perth, Sydney, Queensland and Melbourne also can(:&lt;br /&gt;14.Hair colour : brown.&lt;br /&gt;15.Long or short hair : Not long nor short&lt;br /&gt;16.Loud or Quiet : depends&lt;br /&gt;17.Sweats or Jeans : Jeans.&lt;br /&gt;18.Phone or camera : Both&lt;br /&gt;19.Heath Freak : Nope&lt;br /&gt;20.Drink or smoke : Drink only.&lt;br /&gt;21.Have a crush on someone ? : Nope. I'm attached(:&lt;br /&gt;22.Eat or drink ? : Both&lt;br /&gt;23.Piercing(s) : Ears&lt;br /&gt;24.Tattoos : Perhaps not.&lt;br /&gt;25.Social or anti-social : social{:&lt;br /&gt;26.First Relationship : Primary 5? Forgotten already.&lt;br /&gt;27.First bestfriend : Irene Kee Ser Hui !&lt;br /&gt;48.Wealthy or happiness : Both&lt;br /&gt;49.Want to get married ? : Yep.&lt;br /&gt;50.Want kids ? :1 boy and girl.&lt;br /&gt;51.Careers in mind : Yes!&lt;br /&gt;52.Fight before ? : Yar&lt;br /&gt;53.Most regret of : Not doing well enough in PSLE.&lt;br /&gt;54.Talented in : eating, sleeping, shopping and playing.&lt;br /&gt;55.Weak in ? : Studies and not procrastinating.&lt;br /&gt;56.Romantic or spontaneous ? : Both.&lt;br /&gt;57.Lips or eye ? : Eyes&lt;br /&gt;58.Nice stomach or nice arms ? : Both!&lt;br /&gt;59.Shorter or Taller ? : Taller&lt;br /&gt;60.Protective or Caring : Both(:&lt;br /&gt;61.Hook-up or Relationships : Relationships&lt;br /&gt;62.Troublemaker or hesistant : NONE !&lt;br /&gt;63.Lost glasses or contacts : Yep.&lt;br /&gt;64.Ran away frm home : yep.&lt;br /&gt;65.Held a gun/knife for self defense : Yep.&lt;br /&gt;66.Killed somebody : Nope&lt;br /&gt;67.Broken someone's heart : Yep.&lt;br /&gt;68.Been arrested : Never had it!&lt;br /&gt;69.Cried when someone died : Yep.&lt;br /&gt;70.Missed someone alot alot : Yep&lt;br /&gt;71.Believe in Yourself : yep&lt;br /&gt;72.Believe in Miracles : a lil bit&lt;br /&gt;73.Love at first sight : yep.&lt;br /&gt;74.Heaven or Hell : Heaven&lt;br /&gt;75.Santa claus : PRESENTS PLEASE!&lt;br /&gt;76.Cartoon or anime : none(:&lt;br /&gt;77.Tooth Fairy : NOPES&lt;br /&gt;78.Kiss in th first date : Nopes&lt;br /&gt;79.Afraid of death : yep.&lt;br /&gt;80.Handsome or cute : both&lt;br /&gt;81.Pretty or cute : both.&lt;br /&gt;82.Reality or dream : Reality&lt;br /&gt;83.Is there a person you want to be with now ? : yep. and he's with me now.&lt;br /&gt;84.Are you seriously happy with what you're in life now ? : hmm.&lt;br /&gt;85.Do you believe in fate ? : Yeah&lt;br /&gt;86.Do you believe in everlasting love ? : Yep.&lt;br /&gt;87.Do you believe in god ? : Not really.&lt;br /&gt;88.How often do you lie ? : seldom&lt;br /&gt;89.Do you respect elders ? : It is a MUST&lt;br /&gt;90.Are you a good kid ? : what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;91.Do you like your family ? : I LOVE THEM&lt;br /&gt;92.Do you like your friends ? : Yep. Only true friends.&lt;br /&gt;93.Are you greedy ? : Yep. I don't deny that.&lt;br /&gt;94.What do you want now ? : SHOPPING !&lt;br /&gt;95.What will you wish for ? : lots of things&lt;br /&gt;96.A truth to first person ? : Me , Myself and i&lt;br /&gt;97.A truth to second person ? : Family and him.&lt;br /&gt;98.A truth to third person ? : Friends&lt;br /&gt;99.Do you even trust yourself ? : Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;100.post as 100th truth tag 10 person&lt;br /&gt;1.Him(:&lt;br /&gt;2.Bernice&lt;br /&gt;3.Celine&lt;br /&gt;4.Zoe&lt;br /&gt;5.Liqing&lt;br /&gt;6.Esther&lt;br /&gt;7.Wenjun&lt;br /&gt;8.Kelly&lt;br /&gt;9.Jade&lt;br /&gt;10.Devita&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292495898475100243-36882875268665890?l=hello-plonker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/feeds/36882875268665890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292495898475100243&amp;postID=36882875268665890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/36882875268665890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/36882875268665890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/2009/05/tagged-by-jan-to-do-this-100-truth.html' title='Tagged by Jan to do this 100 truth(:'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04929597229489545739</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-1292495898475100243.post-8582326540949361911</id><published>2009-04-30T17:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T17:55:14.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow, tomorrow.</title><content type='html'>IT'S TOMORROW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's may day tomorrow and therefore a day for me to go out and shop till I drop. LOL. Not really shopping tomorrow. Have to accompany Bernice for a lil while before meeting him. Bern have not been feeling good since yesterday. Damn the mouse for that. Bern, please cheer up okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't went to school today either because there's no paper for us today. Slept until 12.30 pm this afternoon. It's been a very long time for me to sleep for about 12 hours since that Saturday before I was selected for bridging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, next Monday is Geography paper and then another day off. This weekend and next week is a good time for revision. And next week, it's the start of his examinations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the best to all(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292495898475100243-8582326540949361911?l=hello-plonker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/feeds/8582326540949361911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292495898475100243&amp;postID=8582326540949361911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/8582326540949361911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/8582326540949361911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/2009/04/tomorrow-tomorrow.html' title='Tomorrow, tomorrow.'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04929597229489545739</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-1292495898475100243.post-4682828734542790022</id><published>2009-04-28T17:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T17:36:05.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just alright.</title><content type='html'>Woots~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling a lil cheer up today after dismissal from school. Was feeling rather tense in class and during exam because I was having Mathematics paper 1 and Combined Sciences Paper 1 which is MCQ. All my brain cells nearly perish due to thinking and recalling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I'm glad that what I have practice last night for maths did came out. That particular topic that I have been struggling with all along was Matrices. I usually stuck at multiplication of it. I would like to thank my sister for spending 45 mins to teach me her way in seeing and solving it last night. She nearly vomits blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I will still fail the paper, I will be happy if I got 25 over 80 for it. Don't ask me why before you see my 'fantastic' score in term one. It was horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also panic a lil bit during sciences paper 1. Realised that I have made so many careless mistakes. Ah well, shan't think about it and pay 100% attention for science paper 3 tomorrow which is on Chemistry(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What cheer me up more was him(:&lt;br /&gt;Gonna meet him for dinner tonight. This morning, he tries all his best to cheer me up and it did. I'm sorry if I have made you worry since last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I kept pondering why my emotions and feeling for this exam is so terrible. This feeling is so much worse than last year when I prepare for 'N' level. I recalled that I cried and yelled for no apparent reasons. This time, other than those crying and yelling, I can get irritated easily by small, minor, tiny things. If that's the case, I think that what I am feeling now will be so much horrible and terrible during the preparation and the midst of 'O' level examinations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292495898475100243-4682828734542790022?l=hello-plonker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/feeds/4682828734542790022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292495898475100243&amp;postID=4682828734542790022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/4682828734542790022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/4682828734542790022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-alright.html' title='just alright.'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04929597229489545739</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-1292495898475100243.post-3140712352408426536</id><published>2009-04-27T22:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T22:18:05.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unwanted and unnecessary stress going on.</title><content type='html'>Just hang up the phone and was feeling kinda stress and somehow a lil hurt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know what the hell is happening to me just because we didn't see each other for just a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I must try to understand. Perhaps things will work on its way if I don't think too much and when I understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things will go right when the time has ripe isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, I don't wish to see another fall for everyone again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither do I want to cause people around to worry for me nor want these to affect me adversely in terms of other things in my priority list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone tell me what on Earth is happening to me? I'm not having PMS right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hold on tight. Correct?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292495898475100243-3140712352408426536?l=hello-plonker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/feeds/3140712352408426536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292495898475100243&amp;postID=3140712352408426536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/3140712352408426536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/3140712352408426536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/2009/04/unwanted-and-unnecessary-stress-going.html' title='unwanted and unnecessary stress going on.'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04929597229489545739</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-1292495898475100243.post-2691084670385347462</id><published>2009-04-27T16:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T17:11:18.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>killed.</title><content type='html'>This morning was seriously not so good. Overslept, handphone dropped at the corridor of my home which my cover and buttons fall off and later on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social Studies paper for today is a killer if...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, you didn't stun after reading your questions.&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, you didn't panic after that.&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, you didn't forget 99.9% of you have been studying and preparing for the past one month or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I was victimized by all 3 factors above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully my source base can help me greatly to pull up the marks to 20. Because I was left with no choice but to use most of my time to do my source base. Even though my skills aren't up to standard still, I hope this worth the risk. &lt;s&gt;Even I knew that I somehow screwed that section with wrong reference. But you will still be given marks for that isn't it?&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, shall let it go and concentrate and chiong the other 50% to pull up my combined humanities grade to at least a C6. Not forgetting to concentrate on other subjects of course.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292495898475100243-2691084670385347462?l=hello-plonker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/feeds/2691084670385347462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292495898475100243&amp;postID=2691084670385347462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/2691084670385347462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/2691084670385347462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/2009/04/killed.html' title='killed.'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04929597229489545739</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-1292495898475100243.post-2717918072418160678</id><published>2009-04-26T20:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T21:08:23.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yZO4JwX0sw/SfRbvaJ0mNI/AAAAAAAAAGs/F1Lc_9TNc6E/s320/Picnik+collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CINNAMON! For your information, my sister got this when she have a set of happy meal. Haha. I think I am going to have that meal tomorrow for that cinnamon toy. Haha. So infantile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, can someone tell me if that set of doll of chucky and tiffany is on sale at the shop in Tiong Bahru Plaza? I only want that tiffany. Thanks(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292495898475100243-2717918072418160678?l=hello-plonker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/feeds/2717918072418160678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292495898475100243&amp;postID=2717918072418160678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/2717918072418160678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/2717918072418160678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='(:'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04929597229489545739</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/__yZO4JwX0sw/SfRbvaJ0mNI/AAAAAAAAAGs/F1Lc_9TNc6E/s72-c/Picnik+collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1292495898475100243.post-6581063399765051218</id><published>2009-04-26T20:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T20:23:11.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the uncovered truth.</title><content type='html'>Just uncover some truth that somebody have been hiding from me since last October till today. (You know who you are.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight, what I want to tell the person is, you're lucky that I'm busy. Thanks for cheating on me. Just don't let me see you anywhere. If not, I will go to you and do something fantastic to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292495898475100243-6581063399765051218?l=hello-plonker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/feeds/6581063399765051218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292495898475100243&amp;postID=6581063399765051218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/6581063399765051218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/6581063399765051218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/2009/04/uncovered-truth.html' title='the uncovered truth.'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04929597229489545739</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-1292495898475100243.post-3070643117501385951</id><published>2009-04-25T18:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T19:01:20.225+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored</title><content type='html'>Just chat with clement on msn. Guess he is sleeping soundly now(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MYE 2009 for the past 2 days was... tough. English paper was really a killer. Chinese was alright but hopefully I can at least get D7 for it. Speaking of Chinese, O level Chinese is on the way, so do the intensive revision. This year is my second time sitting in the classroom and has Chinese lessons and mock exam for the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, this MYE have practical exam. Hopefully I will not screw my physics. Especially graphs and tables. Seriously, I suck at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop the exam stuff. Life in 2009 so far is so full of ups and downs. Along the way, I got to meet new people, gain knowledge from fieldtrip and learn from life lessons. At the same time, I somehow learn to cherish things more. Other than that, this year is seriously a big challenge for self-discipline and handling with different things. Did I tell you that I am still having some problems with procrastination and complacency?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And next Friday is public holiday. Planned to go to town with him(: Of course studying when I'm free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another abrupted ending here.&lt;br /&gt;Because I don't know how to continue from there as I am experiencing mental stuck now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, back to Southpark then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 more days to go(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292495898475100243-3070643117501385951?l=hello-plonker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/feeds/3070643117501385951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292495898475100243&amp;postID=3070643117501385951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/3070643117501385951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/3070643117501385951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/2009/04/bored.html' title='bored'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04929597229489545739</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-1292495898475100243.post-1381138418022427410</id><published>2009-04-22T22:08:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T22:13:35.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8 more days(:</title><content type='html'>Great, all my worries for health and social are finally and officially over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met Clement for dinner again this evening and went to the stairs and slack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrote poem in class today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the start of MYE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow Clement is coming over again(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for the 8 days to go until the official day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so into you (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LYNN ATHENA NG SHI HUI:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF ARE YOU DOING HERE? SCRAM AND GO BACK TO YOUR BOOKS ! *spank ass*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tsk.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292495898475100243-1381138418022427410?l=hello-plonker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/feeds/1381138418022427410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292495898475100243&amp;postID=1381138418022427410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/1381138418022427410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/1381138418022427410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/2009/04/8-more-days.html' title='8 more days(:'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04929597229489545739</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-1292495898475100243.post-6544003260295487210</id><published>2009-04-21T20:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T20:36:58.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woolala~</title><content type='html'>I just don't know why. I have been smiling for the whole day. Haha. Is it because of the messages or is it due to the cookies which were made out of love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Clement last night for dinner with my sisters. Yes, s-i-s-t-e-r-s. Biological sisters. It's so true that last night was my happiest night since last Wednesday. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm just too happy that I am experiencing mental stuck. Don't know what to write already. Till here then(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CAN'T WAIT FOR 1ST MAY !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292495898475100243-6544003260295487210?l=hello-plonker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/feeds/6544003260295487210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292495898475100243&amp;postID=6544003260295487210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/6544003260295487210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/6544003260295487210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/2009/04/woolala.html' title='Woolala~'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04929597229489545739</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-1292495898475100243.post-8945801974913452339</id><published>2009-04-20T21:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T21:55:24.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally, we can see the rainbow.</title><content type='html'>Both of us have finally gone through half of the storm already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can't wait for 1st May (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully this have made us stronger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292495898475100243-8945801974913452339?l=hello-plonker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/feeds/8945801974913452339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292495898475100243&amp;postID=8945801974913452339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/8945801974913452339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/8945801974913452339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/2009/04/finally-we-can-see-rainbow.html' title='Finally, we can see the rainbow.'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04929597229489545739</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-1292495898475100243.post-6330773551811655278</id><published>2009-04-19T13:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T13:11:13.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, just shut up.</title><content type='html'>I had enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams are coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to shut myself up for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps a very long time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align='right'&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Goddamn it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292495898475100243-6330773551811655278?l=hello-plonker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/feeds/6330773551811655278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292495898475100243&amp;postID=6330773551811655278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/6330773551811655278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/6330773551811655278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-just-shut-up.html' title='Oh, just shut up.'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04929597229489545739</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-1292495898475100243.post-4810568588556058519</id><published>2009-04-16T21:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T21:09:42.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh great.</title><content type='html'>It finally have ended. Our lovestory have also ended. In the end, this game of love is a draw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Junwei, for the past 17 days, I'm happy and I'm glad to be with you once in this life. Thanks for everything and sorry...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292495898475100243-4810568588556058519?l=hello-plonker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/feeds/4810568588556058519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292495898475100243&amp;postID=4810568588556058519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/4810568588556058519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/4810568588556058519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-great.html' title='Oh great.'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04929597229489545739</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-1292495898475100243.post-5692939177695830818</id><published>2009-04-14T16:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T16:14:28.222+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disaster.</title><content type='html'>Alright. The disaster have just started with bombing at both side. And I thought I have made up my mind last night but something is holding me back from doing so. Besides, I'm confused again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see if I'm well to stop it tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My energy level is getting low. So do my immune system. Great, it's double sickness. Here comes the flu. * Can't you just attack after everything's over? *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone please help me finish this off?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292495898475100243-5692939177695830818?l=hello-plonker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/feeds/5692939177695830818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292495898475100243&amp;postID=5692939177695830818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/5692939177695830818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/5692939177695830818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/2009/04/disaster.html' title='Disaster.'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04929597229489545739</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-1292495898475100243.post-230363533712598102</id><published>2009-04-13T21:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T21:27:43.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I finally recalled my tarot card reading for this month</title><content type='html'>Oh great, I finally recall the tarot card reading which I have back in Korea for this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things seem to be happening exactly what the reading says and it somehow reminded me of the reading for this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly speaking, I only remember the reading for June and September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April is a disastrous month for me. It's all due to some reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just too confused which to choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone please tell me the best solution for this disaster which may or may not be happening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just too sick and tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292495898475100243-230363533712598102?l=hello-plonker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/feeds/230363533712598102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292495898475100243&amp;postID=230363533712598102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/230363533712598102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/230363533712598102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-finally-recalled-my-tarot-card.html' title='I finally recalled my tarot card reading for this month'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04929597229489545739</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-1292495898475100243.post-4291172953336986446</id><published>2009-04-12T16:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T17:06:37.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my 15 minutes survey</title><content type='html'>Once you are tagged.&lt;br /&gt;Answer all the questions honestly, no lying to avoid stuff.&lt;br /&gt;" my 15minutes survey "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;starting time: 16 51hr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;name: Lynn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sisters: yep. all younger than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brothers: none. How great is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eye Color: slight brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shoe size: don't tell you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hair: brownish-black?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;piercings: 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;height: 163?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what are you wearing right now? home clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where do you live? somewhere in the north&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favorite number: 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favorite drink: SUNKIST ORANGE JUICE !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favorite month: December, chilly winter month for most temperate countries (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;favorite breakfast: no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********Have You Ever***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;broken a bone: no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been in a police car: no also .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been on a plane: yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been in a hot tub: yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;swam in the ocean: nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fallen asleep in school: always without fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;broken someone’s heart: yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cried when someone died?: yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fell off your chair: haha. yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat by the phone all night waiting for someone to call: yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saved e-mails: yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been cheated on: yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********What is************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your room like? untidy. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is right beside you? books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is the last thing you ate? CHOCOLATES !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;———————-Ever Had- ————————-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chicken pox: yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sore throat: stupid question for plonker. DUH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stitches: no .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;broken nose: no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;————————-Do You————————–&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;believe in love at first sight? yep. It occur to me before. THAT UN ESCORT HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like picnics: depends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;———————————————————&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who was the last person you danced with? myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who last made you laugh? bern(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;————————–Who—————————&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did you last yell at? hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you wear contact lenses or glasses? yes to both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;———-Final Questions————-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what are you listening to right now? nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what did you do today? sleep, homework, online and now doing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hate someone in your family? . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;diamond or pearl? none. Diamond is just a useless piece of carbon somehow. Pearl is just too . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are you the oldest? oldest among the siblings .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;indoors or outdoors? depends .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;——————Today did you———————-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. talk to someone you like? yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. kiss anyone? yep. My dolls. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. get sick? yea. Feverish now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. sing? always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. talk to an ex? hell no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. miss someone: yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. eat: CHOCOLATES !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—————-Last person who——————&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. you talked to on the phone? bern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. made you cry? . . . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. went to the movies with? forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. you went to the mall with? Wenjun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;——————Have you——————-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. been to Mexico? sponsor me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. been to USA? think so. but still, sponsor please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;——————-Random——————–&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. have a crush on someone? nope(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. what books are you reading right now? textbooks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. best feeling in the world? feeling the serenity of the nature and travelling round the world =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. future kids names? Korean: yoonhee, chonghee, taehee, youhee. English: neferet, lovelle, chivelle, chovelle. That's for girls. Guys havent think of it yet. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. do you sleep with a stuffed animal: used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. what’s under your bed: dust?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. favorite sport(s) to watch: soccer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. favorite place: town(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. who do you really hate? no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. do you have a job? no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. What time is it now? 1705 hrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With however long it took you to complete this, post as“my__minute survey"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292495898475100243-4291172953336986446?l=hello-plonker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/feeds/4291172953336986446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292495898475100243&amp;postID=4291172953336986446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/4291172953336986446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/4291172953336986446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-15-minutes-survey.html' title='my 15 minutes survey'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04929597229489545739</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-1292495898475100243.post-490156518231724987</id><published>2009-04-12T12:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T12:58:11.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TRIANGELS ~</title><content type='html'>Suddenly thought of going ebay and shop for triangels. I fell in love with 3 designs and unlike the normal ones, they cost 10 to 20 more dollars because they are so so so so so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have place my order already. Will be getting them in May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I'm quite busy with work nowadays. It's presentation day tomorrow and I'm down with fever already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292495898475100243-490156518231724987?l=hello-plonker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/feeds/490156518231724987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292495898475100243&amp;postID=490156518231724987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/490156518231724987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/490156518231724987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/2009/04/triangels.html' title='TRIANGELS ~'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04929597229489545739</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-1292495898475100243.post-2468324633935125458</id><published>2009-04-10T22:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T22:15:55.432+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Friday today.</title><content type='html'>Nothing much have happen today. Didn't go out with Bern because of some problems at home. So I went to meet Wenjun in Simei. Was surprised that Kelly, Belle, Jonathan and co. were there. I took a long time to recognise that-guy-I-forgotten-his-name-which-I-met-him-during-cny. Went to Tampines with Wenjun after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to walk at Tampines 1 for awhile as it is so full of people. Shall go there again during June vacation. Went back to Simei again and drank Raspberry and blackcurrant flavoured black tea ice blend at starbucks. Then went to Tampines again and took 969 and 859 home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so shag because of the bridging programme tomorrow. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRRRRRRRRRRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till here.&lt;br /&gt;Adios(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292495898475100243-2468324633935125458?l=hello-plonker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/feeds/2468324633935125458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292495898475100243&amp;postID=2468324633935125458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/2468324633935125458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/2468324633935125458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-friday-today.html' title='Good Friday today.'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04929597229489545739</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-1292495898475100243.post-3982334969887117359</id><published>2009-04-08T20:39:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T21:33:45.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drained</title><content type='html'>Resting now after busying with some stuff. Called him and he said that he's busy and asked me to study hard and do well for MYE. Was on the verge of crying after hanging up. What if I didn't do well for MYE and let him down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see disaster in front of me after hearing from so many teachers that the papers are gonna be difficult and tough. Perhaps slightly above 'O' level standard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling a little way too happy in school. My 55 fiction will be up for some inter-don't-know-whatever-competition. I informed him and bern immediately after I know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home from school at about 18 45 this evening as there's a post briefing for the South Korea Fieldtrip. I reminisced after looking at the photos we took. I missed my 8 days in such cold weather. I will be busy until next Monday due to some presentation going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for this Friday too. Gonna go and rock the town with Bernice (?) and meeting Wenjun. Have not see her for quite sometime already. I also can't wait for 30th April. The day when I am off from school and our first month(: However, may use this day to study at home. Hopefully can meet him and study at Eunos CC while he play his basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a nutshell for today, I am worry for certain things, happy, crazy and sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I think I am going to fall ill soon. Why must it be before or during examinations?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till here for today(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{added}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions running through my head right now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- What if anyone of us break the promise?&lt;br /&gt;- What if I let you down by not passing at least 4 subjects?&lt;br /&gt;- What if i collapse?&lt;br /&gt;- Where's my drive for studies that I used to have that made me topped the class and topped the 10% of the cohort?&lt;br /&gt;- What is making me like this?&lt;br /&gt;- Am I just too much for being complacent and keep procrastinating?&lt;br /&gt;- Why am I so hysterical since Monday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{/added}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{{added}}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was free and spend a few minutes reading about the holocaust on wikipedia and was feeling ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{{/added}}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292495898475100243-3982334969887117359?l=hello-plonker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/feeds/3982334969887117359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292495898475100243&amp;postID=3982334969887117359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/3982334969887117359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/3982334969887117359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/2009/04/drained.html' title='Drained'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04929597229489545739</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-1292495898475100243.post-7699588700529968314</id><published>2009-04-06T22:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T22:25:45.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just too happy that I 'don't know what to put here.</title><content type='html'>HAHAHA ! Got a new computer as the old one is spoilt. Hehheh. Just bought this new set of computer yesterday and I manage to set everything up myself. Impressive? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bernice just came over to my home for b&amp;j's ice cream as something really bad had happened to the both of us. Crazed around like nobody's business too. Even sweetie can't take it though he was on the phone with me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad for what I have right now. I will not take things for granted like how I did in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align='right'&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sweetie, let's make this last as long as possible no matter what the obstacles are on the way in future.&lt;br /&gt;I just need you like a seizing diebetic needs glucagon.&lt;br /&gt;I really mean what I say. ♥&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292495898475100243-7699588700529968314?l=hello-plonker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/feeds/7699588700529968314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292495898475100243&amp;postID=7699588700529968314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/7699588700529968314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/7699588700529968314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-too-happy-that-i-dont-know-what-to.html' title='Just too happy that I &apos;don&apos;t know what to put here.'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04929597229489545739</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-1292495898475100243.post-5901244935110518003</id><published>2009-03-27T10:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T10:38:46.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What can I put here?</title><content type='html'>Alright, currently typing his entry at the LAN shop somewhere in the North of Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My computer is still not fixed yet. Well, don't be surprise if I did not blog for weeks and months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till here. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292495898475100243-5901244935110518003?l=hello-plonker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/feeds/5901244935110518003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292495898475100243&amp;postID=5901244935110518003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/5901244935110518003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/5901244935110518003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-can-i-put-here.html' title='What can I put here?'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04929597229489545739</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-1292495898475100243.post-5535835375863320961</id><published>2009-03-19T15:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T15:31:00.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M BACK !</title><content type='html'>Back from Korea fieldtrip last night. Celine. I told you that I can control (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received a very good news from my dad when he fetch me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what he said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He informed me that my PC broke down RIGHT AFTER I left for Korea. The computer showed nothing but a blank screen when my sisters switch on. Looks like my computer don't bear to let me go uh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crap -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I went back home and see what the hell is wrong with my computer. I guessed that there's a problem with the boot. Well, I want to reformat it but I was afraid that I may stuck with it on the half way through. That's why I'm blogging at a lan shop. I shall send it for repair on Saturday when my dad is at home. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully it can be fixed and I can upload the photos (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fieldtrip is great overall(: Full of learning point and drama(some inside jokes ;) ). Bought lots of stuff at great prices. Brought home with an extra baggage -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hardly started to wash my clothes that I wore during the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also went for some tarot cards reading at Lotte world. The reading was ..... and so true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will be going out tomorrow and Bernice is coming to my home with a cake that she is baking this evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So miss everyone especially my sisters, Bernice and Celine(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, back to audition.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292495898475100243-5535835375863320961?l=hello-plonker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/feeds/5535835375863320961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292495898475100243&amp;postID=5535835375863320961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/5535835375863320961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/5535835375863320961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-back.html' title='I&apos;M BACK !'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04929597229489545739</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-1292495898475100243.post-6155690403928877536</id><published>2009-03-11T00:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T17:23:48.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>22 more hours to go.</title><content type='html'>While waiting for the songs to transfer from hard disk to mp3, I decided to blog(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be flying off tomorrow night. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all the wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celine, I know how to control my eyes for the shuai ges there and come home without reluctance, I hope. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, some brief update on my birthday(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This seventeenth birthday is so, so, so, so, so chocolatey ! Yumyum.&lt;br /&gt;And thanks to the following people for the presents and wish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;br /&gt;Zoe&lt;br /&gt;Jade&lt;br /&gt;Bernice&lt;br /&gt;Jasper&lt;br /&gt;Victoria&lt;br /&gt;Fadhlina&lt;br /&gt;Geraldine&lt;br /&gt;Afiqah&lt;br /&gt;Xinyi&lt;br /&gt;Dorothy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and some classmates for the birthday song(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nudge me if I forgotten to put your name here(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is community heart day.&lt;br /&gt;My class will be going to Changi Beach.&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully can see someone.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, in my dreams..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292495898475100243-6155690403928877536?l=hello-plonker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/feeds/6155690403928877536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292495898475100243&amp;postID=6155690403928877536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/6155690403928877536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/6155690403928877536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/2009/03/22-more-hours-to-go.html' title='22 more hours to go.'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04929597229489545739</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-1292495898475100243.post-8250447022325429047</id><published>2009-03-09T22:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T22:19:50.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Was tagged by Ziling to do this(:</title><content type='html'>1: besides your lips, where is your favourite spot to get kissed ?&lt;br /&gt;for me to know, for you to find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: how do you feel when you woke up this morning ?&lt;br /&gt;Sleepy still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3: who was the last person you took photo with ?&lt;br /&gt;Myself(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4: would you consider yourself to be spoiled ?&lt;br /&gt;kinda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5: would you ever donate blood ?&lt;br /&gt;Good question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6: have you ever had a best friend who was of the opposite sex ?&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7: do you want someone dead ?&lt;br /&gt;yep .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8: what does your text message say ?&lt;br /&gt;STOP CRAZY-ING AROUND - from Jas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9: what are you thinking of right now ?&lt;br /&gt;Why suddenly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10: do you wish someone was with you right now ?&lt;br /&gt;I need a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11: what time did you sleep last night&lt;br /&gt;1 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12: where did you buy the t-shirt you are wearing right now ?&lt;br /&gt;School -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13: is someone on your mind right now ?&lt;br /&gt;No? Oh so ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14: who was the last person to text you ?&lt;br /&gt;Jas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10person tagged to do this quiz :&lt;br /&gt;1) Bernice&lt;br /&gt;2) zoe&lt;br /&gt;3) liqing&lt;br /&gt;4) celine&lt;br /&gt;5) ziling&lt;br /&gt;6) devita&lt;br /&gt;7) kelly&lt;br /&gt;8) wenjun&lt;br /&gt;9) Aaron&lt;br /&gt;10) Kev&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15: who is 2 having a relationship with ?&lt;br /&gt;no one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16: is 3 a male or a female ?&lt;br /&gt;female&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17: if 7 and 10 get together will that be a good thing ?&lt;br /&gt;Hell no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18: what is number1 studying about ?&lt;br /&gt;Baking and pastry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19: is number 4 single ?&lt;br /&gt;guess so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20: say something about number2 .&lt;br /&gt;sarcarstic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21: what do you think about number 3 and 6 being together ?&lt;br /&gt;hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22: describe number 9 .&lt;br /&gt;Hardworking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23: what will you do if number 6 and 7 fight ?&lt;br /&gt;They dn know each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24: do you like number 8 ?&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292495898475100243-8250447022325429047?l=hello-plonker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/feeds/8250447022325429047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292495898475100243&amp;postID=8250447022325429047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/8250447022325429047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/8250447022325429047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/2009/03/was-tagged-by-ziling-to-do-this.html' title='Was tagged by Ziling to do this(:'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04929597229489545739</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-1292495898475100243.post-6963393752774236952</id><published>2009-03-09T21:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T21:56:52.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well well well.</title><content type='html'>Saturday...&lt;br /&gt;Send a forward message to Bernice about how she want to be related to me if there's next life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, she answered that she wants to be my sister.&lt;br /&gt;Blood related sister&lt;br /&gt;PLUS..&lt;br /&gt;twin sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the parents will be having a big headache in handling 2 crazy and noisy girls.&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I also wanted her to be my twin sister.&lt;br /&gt;HAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a random post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292495898475100243-6963393752774236952?l=hello-plonker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/feeds/6963393752774236952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292495898475100243&amp;postID=6963393752774236952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/6963393752774236952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/6963393752774236952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/2009/03/well-well-well_09.html' title='Well well well.'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04929597229489545739</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-1292495898475100243.post-210884323160650351</id><published>2009-03-05T22:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T22:41:08.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow is the day(:</title><content type='html'>Wow, it's been about a week since I last blog. Well, have been very busy for the past 2 weeks or so. Busy with field trip and school. After being busy for like so many days, I'm glad that weekends are approaching soon. Seriously speaking, being busy deprived me of rest, sleep and times to spend with friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like I have been juggling with school work and house chores at home since the start of the new school year. I really have no time for house chores but since my mom is that quite unreasonable and not understanding type, I have to do some laundry at least. Did I hear the question whether my sisters are helping out? Well, let me tell you, the younger did help a very very very lil bit and the youngest don't seem to help out at all. So meaning, when none of us do anything at home, my mom will come home and nag about it and add in some points which don't seem to link the main point at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's more, I am down for bridging programme every Saturday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is just another typical-tiring-Thursday when the lesson ends at 4.30pm and today the teachers are distributing holiday assignment. Let me warn you. That holiday assignment is piling up as high as a Himalayas. Plus the teachers are calling for files to check, it makes me kind of stress out. So many things have to be done in about 5 days. 5 days, this really means that even after I come back from my field trip, I don't really have the time to rest. That's why I have a feeling that I will collapse again sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, I am now using firefox browser now. It's so, so, so, so, so, much faster than internet explorer. Looks like internet explorer have to be display in the microsoft museum now. Because I'm using firefox, I realised that my blogskin is kind of screwed up as the code does not match firefox. So meaning, my blog is best viewed in internet explorer. Anyway, I will change my blogskin sooner or later after I come back from my field trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so looking forward for tomorrow. I guess some students who took 'A' levels last year are not so looking forward to this day. Why? Because it's the release of he results. Well, to all people who are taking their results tomorrow, BEST OF LUCK YEA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I believe that tomorrow will be the best day for me (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see and getting hoist over the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Eh, where's my Kuromi?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292495898475100243-210884323160650351?l=hello-plonker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/feeds/210884323160650351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292495898475100243&amp;postID=210884323160650351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/210884323160650351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/210884323160650351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/2009/03/tomorrow-is-day.html' title='Tomorrow is the day(:'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04929597229489545739</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-1292495898475100243.post-976568013268395227</id><published>2009-02-28T20:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T21:06:21.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What if?</title><content type='html'>What if I have to take another blow?&lt;br /&gt;What if I will be hurt again?&lt;br /&gt;What if this will fail?&lt;br /&gt;What if this will cost me to be broken furthermore?&lt;br /&gt;What if it affects my performance in school?&lt;br /&gt;What if this is something my parents don't allow and accept?&lt;br /&gt;What if my dreams are broken?&lt;br /&gt;What if I have mental disorder after that?&lt;br /&gt;What if I have to break all my promise?&lt;br /&gt;What if I regret?&lt;br /&gt;What if both parties are hurt?&lt;br /&gt;What if everything is just a lie?&lt;br /&gt;What if this is not going to work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I'm tired. Let me go..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292495898475100243-976568013268395227?l=hello-plonker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/feeds/976568013268395227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292495898475100243&amp;postID=976568013268395227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/976568013268395227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/976568013268395227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-if.html' title='What if?'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04929597229489545739</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-1292495898475100243.post-2528662745209161568</id><published>2009-02-24T21:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T22:33:55.467+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have already KO even before I depart.</title><content type='html'>After reflecting, deciding and deep thinking, I finally know what I want to be. Hopefully after a few weeks of criticism, I have mature at least. To the one, I understood, wish you all the best, shall let time heal me and there will be no room for you to worry from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To myself: work towards what you have always wanted to be. Well, shall find my way back into it after I achieve half of what I always want to be. If not, I shall do so after I complete my passport to the next stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, have been busy with work. That's why I didn't blog for these few days. I have also started on my revision already. It will get more and more intensive as each term passed. I really don't want to score that grade anymore. What I have predict in this term really happened - which is a double blow for my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also feeling guilty about it because firstly, I have been sick for a month plus. Secondly, they pay for my fieldtrip even though I pay for my own expenses. Lastly, they have to pay so much for my examination fees. Plus my sister taking with me this year, the amount is doubled. So all these have already burn a big hole in their pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than my parents, I have let everyone down too. In terms of emotion and academic. I know that I have let Bernice to worry about me the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, some happier ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this fieldtrip, I meet new people in school whom I never talk to before and made peace with .. . Hopefully these all last long and it is true that we have stop bearing grudges on each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher-in-charge of this fieldtrip was tricked by the travel agency. I broke the news to her during recess and she was very, very, very shocked. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't wait to go out and rock the town with my sistas, BFFs and friends. Please, make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next post maybe up after a few days even few weeks later. Will be busy with buying this and that for the fieldtrip over the next two weeks until I depart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I will be killed by the 6 hours flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;You asked me if I look forward to the trip,&lt;br /&gt;I answered yes.&lt;br /&gt;You asked me why and I didn't really tell you the correct reason behind it.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess you have already expected the meaning behind it.&lt;br /&gt;Or do you need me to reason about it again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292495898475100243-2528662745209161568?l=hello-plonker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/feeds/2528662745209161568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292495898475100243&amp;postID=2528662745209161568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/2528662745209161568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/2528662745209161568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/2009/02/have-already-ko-even-before-i-depart.html' title='Have already KO even before I depart.'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04929597229489545739</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-1292495898475100243.post-1064235822919142208</id><published>2009-02-21T15:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T15:51:53.897+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a bookworm.</title><content type='html'>Was happily browsing facebook and I seen a fansite for House of Night Series. So I clicked on it and surprised that the 5th volume, 'Hunted' is coming soon in March this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I have finished reading only the first volume, 'Marked', about 2 weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your information, I heard that there are 9 volumes in this series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if they can do better than Twilight if they are going to talk about having it on movie. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, will try to save more money to purchase the next 3 volume and catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gambateh !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292495898475100243-1064235822919142208?l=hello-plonker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/feeds/1064235822919142208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292495898475100243&amp;postID=1064235822919142208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/1064235822919142208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/1064235822919142208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/2009/02/not-bookworm.html' title='Not a bookworm.'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04929597229489545739</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-1292495898475100243.post-2349144313524511760</id><published>2009-02-20T21:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T22:07:08.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M STILL NOT DRUNK !</title><content type='html'>Grrr. Bernice just came over to give my some cream cake. Have been gaining mass/weight because of her. Just ate some CHOCOLATE pudding which is also made by her. It's a lil too sweet but I still love it because the chocolate is super rich and nice. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she just has a sip of blackcurrant vodka + 7up. And Bernice Wong Shu Juan, I have not drunk yet. Okay, it's a lil now. But, my mind is still clear okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as for some updates about school, I am having some trouble with my attire. The DM has been checking the girls up for altered skirt for the past 2 days and there's another round of checking on Monday. I have to purchase a new skirt tomorrow. My form and co-form teachers say that my skirt is not up to standard because I wear it low waist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than my attire issue, I am also having some troubles with how to tell my parents that how I fared for my term test. If you are curious, I have 3 sub-passes, 2 fail and only 1 pass; BORDERLINE pass. Surprisingly, even my strength subjects have become my weakness. My form teacher even gives me a remark about it in front of the class. Indeed, I agree with her. I have drop a lot. Not even a lot; it is a great big lot. Expected to pass this and that but I only get sub-pass. &lt;16 points for L1B4 for 'O' levels seem to be a super tough task for me now. Due to all this, I think I am on the verge of giving up at this point of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I really have to reflect about it over the weekend. Starting from my health, my bad habits, attention in class and all other possible causes that make me do so badly this term.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292495898475100243-2349144313524511760?l=hello-plonker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/feeds/2349144313524511760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292495898475100243&amp;postID=2349144313524511760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/2349144313524511760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/2349144313524511760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-still-not-drunk.html' title='I&apos;M STILL NOT DRUNK !'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04929597229489545739</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-1292495898475100243.post-5224109451364754865</id><published>2009-02-18T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T20:41:59.928+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cough cough go away. Come again after O levels.</title><content type='html'>Blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to write because my lower back is not having a good day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RWAR !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292495898475100243-5224109451364754865?l=hello-plonker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/feeds/5224109451364754865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292495898475100243&amp;postID=5224109451364754865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/5224109451364754865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/5224109451364754865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/2009/02/cough-cough-go-away-come-again-after-o.html' title='Cough cough go away. Come again after O levels.'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04929597229489545739</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-1292495898475100243.post-7195255649006708362</id><published>2009-02-17T18:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T19:03:21.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and the tears are pouring..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Feeling not so good today. My cough seemed to have come back and my lower back is not having a good day too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was suppose to go somewhere after school but that person got something on so I brought the prezzies from home to school and from school to home. RWAR. Well, to that person, you still owe me Kuromi(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am happy on the other side that, Yanhong is back to school with C-H-O-C-O-L-A-T-E-S !! Hershey's Dark Chocolate and Some almond milk chocolate. Chocolate high is expected for the next few hours ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of hours later, Bernice will be coming over to my home to pass me some cookies which are made by her. Wondering if it's edible or not. =/ But still, I trust her skills. Haha. I miss the cheesecake and fruit tarts. Hopefully she can make me raspberry pie one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what? I'm turning 17 soon. How I wish I'm turning 18 this year. Gahh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I see 'PE' on my timetable for tomorrow? AHH~ It's 2.4 T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align='right'&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm still trying hard. However, it keep failing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292495898475100243-7195255649006708362?l=hello-plonker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/feeds/7195255649006708362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292495898475100243&amp;postID=7195255649006708362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/7195255649006708362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/7195255649006708362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-tears-are-pouring.html' title='and the tears are pouring..'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04929597229489545739</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-1292495898475100243.post-1680711080668370147</id><published>2009-02-16T20:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T21:04:05.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I know why almost everyone is doing so.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/at_f98qOGY0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/at_f98qOGY0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the mountains,&lt;br /&gt;I love the clear blue skies.&lt;br /&gt;I love big bridges,&lt;br /&gt;I love when great whites fly.&lt;br /&gt;I love the whole world,&lt;br /&gt;And all it's sights and sounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boomdeyada, boomdeyade&lt;br /&gt;boomdeyada, BOOMDEYADA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the oceans,&lt;br /&gt;I love real dirty things,&lt;br /&gt;I love to go fast,&lt;br /&gt;I love Egyptian kings.&lt;br /&gt;I love the whole world,&lt;br /&gt;And all it's craziness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boomdeyada, boomdeyade&lt;br /&gt;boomdeyada, boomdeyada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love tornadoes,&lt;br /&gt;I love arachnids,&lt;br /&gt;I love hot magma,&lt;br /&gt;I love the giant squids,&lt;br /&gt;I love the whole world,&lt;br /&gt;It's such a brilliant place..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boomdeyada, boomdeyade&lt;br /&gt;boomdeyada, boomdeyada,&lt;br /&gt;Boomdeyada, boomdeyade&lt;br /&gt;boomdeyada, boomdeyada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why almost everyone is boomdeyada-ing.&lt;br /&gt;-.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292495898475100243-1680711080668370147?l=hello-plonker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/feeds/1680711080668370147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292495898475100243&amp;postID=1680711080668370147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/1680711080668370147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/1680711080668370147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/2009/02/now-i-know-why-almost-everyone-is-doing.html' title='Now I know why almost everyone is doing so.'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04929597229489545739</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-1292495898475100243.post-5229112818966438569</id><published>2009-02-15T13:50:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T14:22:52.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay up till 4 in the morning...</title><content type='html'>I don't know how to describe my current feelings now. But what I know is I still feel the pain immediately after what I see. It's excruciating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I be thankful that you make me realised that I am healed and moving on superficially?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm relieved that we are still friends and still can talk via msn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that my intuition is wrong. If it's correct, last long(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, I am thinking of making a new blogskin for myself. Just cannot decide which wallpaper to put and I am not really free to make it nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align='right'&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;Jo, can I be honest about I still love you and have not move on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292495898475100243-5229112818966438569?l=hello-plonker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/feeds/5229112818966438569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292495898475100243&amp;postID=5229112818966438569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/5229112818966438569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/5229112818966438569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/2009/02/stay-up-till-4-in-morning.html' title='Stay up till 4 in the morning...'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04929597229489545739</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-1292495898475100243.post-743534372463425131</id><published>2009-02-13T23:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T23:58:26.421+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Friday.</title><content type='html'>HHHHHEEEEELLLLLLLLLLOOOOO!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently on Sugar High. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I had a great time after school in class with Geraldine, Yanping, Ruitian and Fadhlina. Done something related to art on some 'canvases' and cam-whored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after CCA and dental check, went out with Bernice to Orchard Road to celebrate Valentines Day in advance. Didn't expect to see Samuel Quek selling flowers there. Bern bought one fresh rose from him and gives it to me. How sweet is she? And I bought her a rose too. However this rose will never whiter. Hah. Oh ya, I saw lots of kuromi stuff at Far East Plaza and Takashimaya. I WANT THAT SLIPPERS, COSMETIC POUCH, PURSE, FILE etcetc CAN? Ate some sweet thingy from Bakerinz (Pardon me if I spelt it wrongly (: ) too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heard that Miki is somehow jealous that Bernice loves me more. Muahaha. Chill Miki, you are going to have her for the whole day on the actual Valentines Day tomorrow. So, just shut the gap up =x Thanks for your cooperation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, till here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sugar high-ing away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{added}&lt;br /&gt;so happy today beacuse I have finally finish my antibiotics albeit I still cough sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;{/added}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292495898475100243-743534372463425131?l=hello-plonker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/feeds/743534372463425131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292495898475100243&amp;postID=743534372463425131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/743534372463425131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/743534372463425131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/2009/02/black-friday.html' title='Black Friday.'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04929597229489545739</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-1292495898475100243.post-8587863736184242901</id><published>2009-02-12T21:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T21:59:07.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Count my blessings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 109px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yZO4JwX0sw/SZQpP2SVMlI/AAAAAAAAAGk/k6lPanE6Ylo/s320/Picnik+collage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301908013569094226" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;That is one of my blessings(:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm counting my blessings because I feel so lucky that I have people around me to encourage me and cheer me up whenever I'm very down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks all and loves (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is specially for Bernice(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All thanks to her love that I have been gaining weight. She keeps asking me if I want cheese cake, pie, cookies etcetc. I won't decline the offer of course (: Because they are all made up of love from her. I'm so blessed man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this year is our 4th year of our friendship. Hopefully we will stay in contact. I want it to last even after we have our own family. I will be thankful if it is beyond that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Bernice, I just want to say, thanks for being there for me whenever I'm freaking down albeit you keep nagging and scolding me to wake me up to reality, I'm glad that you are there to let me share my great, joyous and happy moments with you and thank you for telling me how jerky are some guys can be. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292495898475100243-8587863736184242901?l=hello-plonker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/feeds/8587863736184242901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292495898475100243&amp;postID=8587863736184242901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/8587863736184242901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/8587863736184242901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/2009/02/count-my-blessings.html' title='Count my blessings.'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04929597229489545739</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/__yZO4JwX0sw/SZQpP2SVMlI/AAAAAAAAAGk/k6lPanE6Ylo/s72-c/Picnik+collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1292495898475100243.post-5757624702320291476</id><published>2009-02-10T16:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T16:38:48.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halo - Beyonce</title><content type='html'>Remember those walls I built?&lt;br /&gt;Well, baby they are tumbling down&lt;br /&gt;And they didn't even put up a fight&lt;br /&gt;They didn't even make a sound&lt;br /&gt;I found a way to let you in&lt;br /&gt;But, I never really had a doubt&lt;br /&gt;Standing in the light of your halo&lt;br /&gt;I got my angel now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like I've been awakened&lt;br /&gt;Every rule I had, you break it&lt;br /&gt;It's the risk that I'm taking&lt;br /&gt;I ain't never gonna shut you out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I'm looking now&lt;br /&gt;I'm surrounded by your embrace&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I can see your halo&lt;br /&gt;You know you're my saving grace&lt;br /&gt;You're everything I need and more&lt;br /&gt;It's written all over your face&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I can feel your halo&lt;br /&gt;Pray it won't fade away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel your halo&lt;br /&gt;I can see your halo&lt;br /&gt;I can feel your halo&lt;br /&gt;I can see your halo&lt;br /&gt;Halo, ooh ooh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hit me like a ray of sun&lt;br /&gt;Burning through my darkest night&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one that I want&lt;br /&gt;Think I'm addicted to your light&lt;br /&gt;I swore I'd never fall again&lt;br /&gt;But this don't even feel like falling&lt;br /&gt;Gravity can't forget&lt;br /&gt;To pull me back to the ground again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like I've been awakened&lt;br /&gt;Every rule I had, you break it&lt;br /&gt;It's the risk that I'm taking&lt;br /&gt;I'm never gonna shut you out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I'm looking now&lt;br /&gt;I'm surrounded by your embrace&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I can see your halo&lt;br /&gt;You know you're my saving grace&lt;br /&gt;You're everything I need and more&lt;br /&gt;It's written all over your face&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I can feel your halo&lt;br /&gt;I pray it won't fade away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel your halo&lt;br /&gt;I can see your halo&lt;br /&gt;I can feel your halo&lt;br /&gt;I can see your halo&lt;br /&gt;Halo, ooh ooh.....&lt;br /&gt;I can feel your halo&lt;br /&gt;I can see your halo&lt;br /&gt;I can feel your halo&lt;br /&gt;I can see your halo&lt;br /&gt;Halo, ooh ooh.....&lt;br /&gt;Halo, ooh ooh.....&lt;br /&gt;Halo, ooh ooh, ooooh........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I'm looking now&lt;br /&gt;I'm surrounded by your embrace&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I can see your halo&lt;br /&gt;You know you're my saving grace&lt;br /&gt;You're everything I need and more&lt;br /&gt;It's written all over your face&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I can feel your halo&lt;br /&gt;I pray it won't fade away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel your halo&lt;br /&gt;I can see your halo&lt;br /&gt;I can feel your halo&lt;br /&gt;I can see your halo&lt;br /&gt;Halo, ooh oooh.......&lt;br /&gt;I can feel your halo&lt;br /&gt;I can see your halo&lt;br /&gt;I can feel your halo&lt;br /&gt;I can see your halo&lt;br /&gt;Halo, ooh oooh.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addicted to this song for this moment. Beautiful sound of the piano, the strong voice of Beyonce. Nice and splendid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292495898475100243-5757624702320291476?l=hello-plonker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/feeds/5757624702320291476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292495898475100243&amp;postID=5757624702320291476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/5757624702320291476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/5757624702320291476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/2009/02/halo-beyonce.html' title='Halo - Beyonce'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04929597229489545739</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-1292495898475100243.post-9167311023274812275</id><published>2009-02-09T21:43:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T22:07:18.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stuck.</title><content type='html'>For the past few days,&lt;br /&gt;I have been trying to move on.&lt;br /&gt;I kept myself busy so that my mind is occupied that it does not have any room for you.&lt;br /&gt;However, whenever I am trying to get myself to fall asleep,&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop thinking of you somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every weekend, whenever I go online,&lt;br /&gt;I keep anticipating you to come online.&lt;br /&gt;It seems like something is missing in my life.&lt;br /&gt;I am pondering if that missing puzzle is you.&lt;br /&gt;And I don't dare to expect anything much.&lt;br /&gt;All because I have it enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too tired, sick and even afraid of taking another blow.&lt;br /&gt;This is all because you have done it once when my illness was debilitating me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit that I &lt;s&gt;hate&lt;/s&gt; dislike you for what you have done.&lt;br /&gt;But I somehow still like you and can't stop thinking of you.&lt;br /&gt;The feeling just cannot cease,&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to move on.&lt;br /&gt;I'm stuck.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how I can get out of this dilemma so that I can live freely without any troubles and tensions within me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292495898475100243-9167311023274812275?l=hello-plonker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/feeds/9167311023274812275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292495898475100243&amp;postID=9167311023274812275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/9167311023274812275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/9167311023274812275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/2009/02/stuck.html' title='stuck.'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04929597229489545739</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-1292495898475100243.post-3338090246495682292</id><published>2009-02-08T14:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T14:55:22.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still trying..</title><content type='html'>Still on medication and my sore throat seems to be a recurring one. Meaning, your throat is alright today, but it will be in pain again tomorrow. Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had a great time at Kelly's/Keewee's home last night. Thankfully, Wenjun was there and I knew 3 new people. Jonathan, Belle, and another guy which I forgot his name -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sang K with the girls and I feel so weak. After singing 2 songs, my throat can't take it anymore. Played cards and chat a lil while with the guys and my sisters too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I found that that Jon is almost the same as the Jon in my class. However, that Jon I know yesterday is much more out-going (?) than the one from my class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, that's the random post for today. And I don't look forward for the parent's night on the 27th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, mathematics test on vectors tomorrow. BAH !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Have I really moved on or is that just on the superficial?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I want to take a big, good and well-deserved break.&lt;br /&gt;I want to enjoy life !&lt;br /&gt;Yes(:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292495898475100243-3338090246495682292?l=hello-plonker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/feeds/3338090246495682292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292495898475100243&amp;postID=3338090246495682292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/3338090246495682292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/3338090246495682292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-still-trying_08.html' title='I&apos;m still trying..'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04929597229489545739</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-1292495898475100243.post-3109542610744306461</id><published>2009-02-05T19:41:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T20:23:39.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling more of heavy to light.</title><content type='html'>Got back my chemistry paper today and I under-performed. Got 26 over 40. Should I be elated about it that I have pass it and be happy that this is the first subject that I have pass for this term test so far? Guess not uh. Though I pass my chemistry, I still can't pass my combined sciences. All thanks to physics. If not due to some careless mistakes, I may have score 30 over 40 for chemistry and be in the top few of the band already; pulling up my combined sciences to a borderline pass perhaps. BAH !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to concentrate in class today. Is it due to what happen on Tuesday? I'm not very sure about it. Plus, I started to miss her suddenly during class too. It's already 3 to 4 months already and I still can't get over her death when I thought that I have got over it until today. I nearly cried today while listening to some songs too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for fieldtrip briefing too. Should I be happy about it? Since there are people who find that bearing grudges aren't tiring, I shall keep my mouth shut and sew then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a familiar voice in my head that keep telling me: 'Lynn, stay strong. You must get over those obstacles in front of you and be the girl you want to be all along.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I recalled that it was her who told me all these before she left without waiting for me. However, I do feel her presence lingering. She has always been by my side. Is she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And dear, you seemed to have hurt people at a very appropriate time. Especially to choose it to do so when she debilitate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thankyouverymuchforthat.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{added}&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, and happy, happy 20th birthday to Weiyang(:&lt;br /&gt;{/added}&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292495898475100243-3109542610744306461?l=hello-plonker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/feeds/3109542610744306461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292495898475100243&amp;postID=3109542610744306461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/3109542610744306461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/3109542610744306461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/2009/02/feeling-more-of-heavy-to-light.html' title='feeling more of heavy to light.'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04929597229489545739</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-1292495898475100243.post-5138931324054241235</id><published>2009-02-04T11:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T11:51:53.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vitamin C wanted.</title><content type='html'>Didn't go to school today because my throat condition seems to have deteriorated after some impact from something. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diagnosis: Throat Infection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As what I expected since last week. That explain why there's fever sometimes. Just realised that my nose have been bleeding while I was asleep for the past 2 nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so guilty for burning a big hole on my parents' pocket, just for my medical bill alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, have to go back to my mathematics ten years series. Have to start studying for exams now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, thanks for the accompaniment last night, Kev(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color='yellow'&gt;So can you teach me how to feign that I'm alright and fine in front of you?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292495898475100243-5138931324054241235?l=hello-plonker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/feeds/5138931324054241235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292495898475100243&amp;postID=5138931324054241235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/5138931324054241235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/5138931324054241235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/2009/02/vitamin-c-wanted.html' title='Vitamin C wanted.'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04929597229489545739</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-1292495898475100243.post-5842853610487647128</id><published>2009-02-03T19:04:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T19:37:43.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a dumb for now.</title><content type='html'>MY VOICE IS GONE.&lt;br /&gt;I'M SO VOICELESS NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tsk. Was voiceless since yesterday evening after meeting Bernice with her lab mouse at SSC. Did I tell you that I saw Samuel after talking online for like so many gazillion light-years? LOL. So exaggerating. Yep. He's currently working at SSC Jean Yip as a learner. Yep, LEARNER. Anyway, hope he can be successful as what he target for (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel so guilty this few days for making idiot very worry for me since last month. Yep, I have been ill for a month already. Starting with gastric then later cold during CNY break and now throat infection. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's school was so relax. 2 periods with no teacher as teacher was absent from school. Yanhong, Ruitian and Yanping said that they miss my voice? LOL. And Geraldine said that it's better for me to be a dumb because both of us will communicate better that way. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back my term test results for Mathematics and Physics. I topped the class by reverse for maths with a score of 8 over 60 which is 13 over 100, F9. I think I also topped the class by reverse for physics with a score of 11 over 40. As what I expect as usual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's POA paper was screwed up by me and I somehow wrote too briefly for today's letter writing. Overall, I screwed my term test until so worst that all my results and marks broke the new record for the lousiest marks and grade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh thanks for the encouragement, Kev. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, was dismissed at about 2.15pm and actually thought of going somewhere to hunt for my stuff. However, I decided to park my ass at home. With my fantastic term test results, look like I have park it at the wrong place, don't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, till here for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Approximate a month to go for the release of A level results and overseas fieldtrip..&lt;br /&gt;A month and a half more till we can meet (?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color='yellow'&gt;Idiot, I'm so sorry for making you worry while you're so away, this one month until now (?). Stop worrying okay? I will be fine, can scream and shout like before after a week or so. Thanks for the nagging yet caring message to me (: &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292495898475100243-5842853610487647128?l=hello-plonker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/feeds/5842853610487647128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292495898475100243&amp;postID=5842853610487647128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/5842853610487647128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/5842853610487647128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-dumb-for-now.html' title='I&apos;m a dumb for now.'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04929597229489545739</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-1292495898475100243.post-5276961533783237437</id><published>2009-01-30T21:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T21:32:44.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My health is on recession too T.T</title><content type='html'>HAPPY 'NIU' YEAR !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't have the time to update because of visiting and school. Besides, I'm just too sick too do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, CNY for this year is almost the same as last year. So I shall not type about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, went to my mom's lady boss home on day 2 of CNY. It's been a very very long time since I last went there. Saw the guy I used to play with when I was young. Just didn't see each other for 6 to 7 years, I never expect that he change a lot. Really a lot. The good boy I used to play with have become someone who spend his youth and life away, gambling, smoking and keep running around Singapore without working. I really have no choice to describe him until like that albeit I hate to do so. Anyway, we didn't talk to each other that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, went to watch bride wars with Bernice at Causeway Point. The movie is cute and worth to watch. I want to watch underworld but it's M18. Sob. Who is 18 now and can help me buy the ticket?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292495898475100243-5276961533783237437?l=hello-plonker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/feeds/5276961533783237437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292495898475100243&amp;postID=5276961533783237437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/5276961533783237437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/5276961533783237437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-health-is-on-recession-too-tt.html' title='My health is on recession too T.T'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04929597229489545739</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-1292495898475100243.post-4397640725269753348</id><published>2009-01-24T22:32:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T22:41:23.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reunion Dinner at my daddy's side.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yZO4JwX0sw/SXsm3IgX-EI/AAAAAAAAAGc/QaqlFs7-DM8/s320/DSC03822.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294868515522082882" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;On our way.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yZO4JwX0sw/SXsm29l9PiI/AAAAAAAAAGU/L8ie8JdvLWo/s320/DSC03823.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294868512592707106" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;(:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;On our way home.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yZO4JwX0sw/SXsm2hdlXWI/AAAAAAAAAGM/rQxH3WLJK8E/s320/DSC03825.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294868505041395042" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yZO4JwX0sw/SXsm1x7yI1I/AAAAAAAAAGE/wZ5KH_gzn_w/s320/DSC03828.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294868492283159378" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__yZO4JwX0sw/SXsm19hUPyI/AAAAAAAAAF8/vLZogEiL2Lw/s320/DSC03835.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294868495393373986" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling very full right now. Haha. There's another reunion dinner at home tomorrow. With both of my dad and my mom(: There's a sense of complete finally. Thanks god(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292495898475100243-4397640725269753348?l=hello-plonker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/feeds/4397640725269753348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292495898475100243&amp;postID=4397640725269753348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/4397640725269753348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/4397640725269753348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/2009/01/reunion-dinner-at-my-daddys-side.html' title='Reunion Dinner at my daddy&apos;s side.'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04929597229489545739</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/__yZO4JwX0sw/SXsm3IgX-EI/AAAAAAAAAGc/QaqlFs7-DM8/s72-c/DSC03822.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1292495898475100243.post-4193970500831714367</id><published>2009-01-23T20:24:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T20:57:00.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>probability of scoring F9 for mathematics is 1.</title><content type='html'>Today's Mathematics paper is tough if you did not practice a lot like me, a person who panic easily during test and even a few hours before the paper starts, just like me and a person with test anxiety, which is lucky that I'm not down with it. Crap -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathanael came back to school to visit my class during POA lesson. The class went high when they see him. Haha. Really miss his presence in school and he still has not changed his bad habit of taking people's wallet and handphone and see. And thanks for pity us uh, Nat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's lessons are also boring as usual. POA don't seem to be boring after learning that I have not hand in my homework which must be handed in today. So I multi-tasked. Rush my homework on final accounts and listening to teacher at the same time. Zhai right? Lol. It's been a very long time since I did that last September?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for my CCA too. My juniors asked me why I have been missing in action. Oh, and Kok Hui went back today. It's also been a long since I last saw him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After school, went to a salon in Woodlands to have my eyebrow trimmed. After that, I went to Causeway to get my accessories. I decided not to buy any cosmetics already. Because I'm broke to do so -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then went back to Sun Plaza to meet my youngest sister for dinner at Pasta Mania. Ate Marinara and Hawaiian pizza. And my sister's clam is such a hassle. One of it is close and I open it. Guess what? Clam stock or water was added into my marinara. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, I went home, sit in front of this monitor and type this post out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard that the firecrackers are going to be light up soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's reunion dinner at my uncle's shop at Tiong Bahru area tomorrow. Yep, an advance again. This time it's from my daddy's side. My mom will not be there because she said that she needs to work. I'm wondering if she is using that as an excuse for not wanting to go due to a long time feud with my aunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the love and peace?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel so complete this New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To-do-list..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pedicure tonight&lt;br /&gt;- Last minute spring clearing later, tomorrow morning and Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;- Get new clothes ready by Sunday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;- Complete some homework&lt;br /&gt;- Prepare a pair of heels with small surface area to whack Keewee up on Monday&lt;br /&gt;- Facial later, tomorrow night and Sunday night&lt;br /&gt;- Prepare school uniform on Sunday in case I have no time to do that on next Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;- Pack my lil sling bag later&lt;br /&gt;- Plan the CNY dinner with my precious girls&lt;br /&gt;- Kill my sisters for not helping out tonight&lt;br /&gt;- Clear those unwanted stuff in my handphone for a bigger size to store pictures for next week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292495898475100243-4193970500831714367?l=hello-plonker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/feeds/4193970500831714367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292495898475100243&amp;postID=4193970500831714367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/4193970500831714367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/4193970500831714367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/2009/01/probability-of-scoring-f9-for.html' title='probability of scoring F9 for mathematics is 1.'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04929597229489545739</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-1292495898475100243.post-316293281857980086</id><published>2009-01-22T21:11:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T22:53:57.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phobia of exam and test?</title><content type='html'>No mood to practice for my mathematics paper tomorrow. I generally screwed my geography paper this afternoon. I name the land formation spit when it is tombolo. I still cannot differentiate a bay and a beach. Luckily the 8 marks question on coastal management, some question that I am somehow confident with. Hopefully can score for that. If not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social Studies paper was alright. Except the question on compare and contrast which I forgotten how to differentiate between one-sided and two-sided question. Hopefully I did my cross-reference correctly. If not I will really flunk my term test, entirely. Because I know that I will flunk my mathematics tomorrow and have screwed my sciences. Besides, I have a strong feeling that I may fail my English for the first time in history for term-test. Wow, 4 subjects fail already. Dang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the paper, what I hear people talk about is feature B is either a bay or a beach, feature C is a tombolo and feature A can be an island or a bar. Worse still, I heard someone said that feature A is an offshore island, which I don't seem to remember that the teacher got talk about it when she was teaching the class the topic on coast. Lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nearly cried today as I lost 4 out of 5 topics of my geography notes. No matter how I turn my house upside down, left and right and lastly centre, I still can't find my notes. Because of the search, I ended up sleeping at about 1am, causing me to doze off during lessons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is also quite an unlucky day for me. I can't find my chemical calculation notes which was in my bag since the start of the year, I dropped my handphone 6 times in school and lastly, I got a bruise above my knee that I am still wondering where I got it from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of that negative stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I am uber happy that I finally got my black long skirt that cost me $29 and Bern came to my home with mouse to deliver me the almond pie she made. This time round, she didn't wreck havoc. Phew~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just realise that I am going more and more to gothic style after Bern reminded me so. Because of my favourite curtain in my living room, my black bands and that black long skirt which Bern finds it very, very gothic. Besides, I found myself enjoying those songs by Evanescence. Lithium, Bring me to life, My immortal, Everybody's fool, Good enough, Sweet sacrifice, Hello, Missing, Going Under and Call me when you're sober are the songs by them which are playing on repeat on my windows player. In addition, I still love to have my nails in black. Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I just love Evanescence's lead singer, Amy Lee's voice. Strong and powerful. Don't you agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 more weeks to go(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292495898475100243-316293281857980086?l=hello-plonker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/feeds/316293281857980086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292495898475100243&amp;postID=316293281857980086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/316293281857980086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/316293281857980086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/2009/01/phobia-of-exam-and-test.html' title='Phobia of exam and test?'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04929597229489545739</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-1292495898475100243.post-4151387713219128762</id><published>2009-01-21T17:36:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T18:34:36.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flunking it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293678724968492162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 109px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yZO4JwX0sw/SXbswNTKLII/AAAAAAAAAFo/NustSdOMpKE/s320/Picnik+collage+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;Made with love by Bern(:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bern and her mouse came to my home to deliver me fruit tart and apple pie which were made by her, and wreck havoc yesterday evening. Evil Bernice.&lt;br /&gt;Still dare to slap my thighs. In the end I got avenge for myself. Haha. Hopefully there are five fingers printed on Bern’s elbow. Guess that mouse can't take our nonsense eh? Haha. But still must thank him for that. Oh, Bern, I love those raspberries. Can make me more? =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am feeling crappy today. Due to term test I think. I panic during my physics paper and I forgotten all my formula. So single digit mark is expected. Probably zero too. Chemistry paper was alright. Can score full marks if you go through your notes and textbook very, very, very thoroughly. I really mean it. And I only go through it only once? Well, looks like I'm going to flunk my sciences for the first time since 2007. Pathetic yea? My English teacher also told the class that some of us didn't do well for comprehension. One section can also get zero. Dang. I'm worrying that I'm one of them. Hopefully summary can help to pull up my marks greatly or a lil bit at least. If not, this will be the very first time that I got red marks for my English on my term test results slip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, shall try to get over it and put 100% focus for my geography paper tomorrow and Mathematics paper on Friday. Thinking that there's geography paper, it cheered me up a little. Haha. Argh, maths. T.T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some notes to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Stop procrastinating if you want to be the best O level scorer in your family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. REALLY REALLY MUST STOP PROCRASTINATING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Start your revision immediately after Chinese New year if you don't want what&lt;br /&gt;happened during physics paper today to happen during MYE, Prelim and O level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Stop anticipating that he will message you this week. He's still having his&lt;br /&gt;field camp. WAKE UP !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Stop thinking that O level is as easy as N level, plonker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Be on task and complete every homework which was given on the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Attend your CCA regularly without fail if you still want your A2 for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Stop being hysterical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Take your meals regularly if you don't want to land yourself into the&lt;br /&gt;hospital one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Remember to whack Keewee during CNY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Stop daydreaming away and thinking of him during lessons. Both of you will&lt;br /&gt;meet up soon. Yeah, soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Start saving up your money for your fieldtrip now even though you might not&lt;br /&gt;be selected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Stop dining at expensive places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Be a good girl and go online only during weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Stop contradicting about number 14. As if you will do so uh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292495898475100243-4151387713219128762?l=hello-plonker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/feeds/4151387713219128762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292495898475100243&amp;postID=4151387713219128762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/4151387713219128762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/4151387713219128762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/2009/01/flunking-it.html' title='Flunking it.'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04929597229489545739</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/__yZO4JwX0sw/SXbswNTKLII/AAAAAAAAAFo/NustSdOMpKE/s72-c/Picnik+collage+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1292495898475100243.post-8812104557700241012</id><published>2009-01-20T11:01:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T22:24:48.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When two cute people collide.</title><content type='html'>WOOTS~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't go to school because it's a day off today. So yesterday, I went to Tampines with Bern to meet Wenjun to get my CNY cookies from her. Took bus 39 and my ass hurts. It was an hour ride, for your information. Then meet Wenjun at Tampines MRT. Took MRT down to Simei Eastpoint as Wenjun wants to get her stuff for her class CNY decoration competition. Then she showed us the guy she likes. That guy was good-looking? Haha. Now I realise how good is her taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting her decorations, the three of us went to PLC to get Wenjun's hamster stuff and she really treat her hamster like princess. Haha. You can never imagine how much she spend for a hamster. Well, the hamster is really lucky to have an owner like her(: While at PLC, I was so afraid that the both of them will grip me when the dogs come out from the grooming room. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After everything is settled, we took MRT back to Tampines. Sent Wenjun off at the bus interchange. Then Bern and I went to TM for dinner. I wasted 7 bucks for a bowl of Korean cold noodles because it tasted very awful. -.- Shall not elaborate what happened next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, Bern and I window-shopped. Well, I bought 6 black bands that was hot in 2004 at 77th street. Then went to BaliThai restaurant to get some Thai dessert. After that, took bus 969 back to Yishun. And the queue was frigging long. I could not believe it at first until Bern really confirm it with me. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we reached Yishun, both of us went to the interchange to meet mouse. And that mouse was really testing my patience because of what he did on Sunday while I was enjoying myself. Anyway, both of them were so good that they send me off. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I reached home at about 21 45. On computer, blogged yesterday's pictorial post, bathe, laundry, sleep, woke up at 8, laundry, sleep, laundry, awake, and sitting in front of the monitor typing this post and I got to go to do my laundry again and off to do my last minute study for my term test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font color='yellow'&gt;p.s: May I know how many more days left until break camp?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292495898475100243-8812104557700241012?l=hello-plonker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/feeds/8812104557700241012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292495898475100243&amp;postID=8812104557700241012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/8812104557700241012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/8812104557700241012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/2009/01/when-two-cute-people-collide.html' title='When two cute people collide.'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04929597229489545739</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-1292495898475100243.post-2623808989698805622</id><published>2009-01-19T22:07:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T22:35:06.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reunion dinner at maternal grandma`s home; 2009</title><content type='html'>Well, lazy to type out what we did. Shall let these pictures do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yZO4JwX0sw/SXSNYiz_zkI/AAAAAAAAAFY/997h-rtJ50k/s320/DSC03713.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293010914868448834" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preperation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yZO4JwX0sw/SXSNYDrjAMI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/iLDyamPql-g/s320/DSC03716.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293010906511507650" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma and mom at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yZO4JwX0sw/SXSNYEtH0LI/AAAAAAAAAFI/caLpieo5Tw0/s320/DSC03718.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293010906786549938" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The product, yumyum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for my eldest aunt, Esther and her family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yZO4JwX0sw/SXSNX510uUI/AAAAAAAAAFA/OPl1uozlWxU/s320/DSC03759.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293010903870257474" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youngest sister and I..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yZO4JwX0sw/SXSNX6WZWgI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Fal_7KSXaL0/s320/DSC03730.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293010904006875650" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Younger sister and I..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yZO4JwX0sw/SXSMYfYf1CI/AAAAAAAAAEw/H6qKGmHe-ts/s320/DSC03720.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293009814436172834" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yZO4JwX0sw/SXSMYKUcj8I/AAAAAAAAAEo/OVgGYU6oewE/s320/DSC03750.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293009808782036930" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who is at work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__yZO4JwX0sw/SXSMYF51oBI/AAAAAAAAAEg/e-wfwCe5W6w/s320/DSC03753.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293009807596691474" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__yZO4JwX0sw/SXSMX37kDtI/AAAAAAAAAEY/mdn-bqA6n_4/s320/DSC03754.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293009803845832402" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Widespread of food..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__yZO4JwX0sw/SXSOKUNPHNI/AAAAAAAAAFg/5kZPKLbg6_E/s320/DSC03758.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293011769941236946" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tok panjang? Haha. After helping to set everything up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292495898475100243-2623808989698805622?l=hello-plonker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/feeds/2623808989698805622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292495898475100243&amp;postID=2623808989698805622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/2623808989698805622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/2623808989698805622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/2009/01/reunion-dinner-at-maternal-grandmas.html' title='Reunion dinner at maternal grandma`s home; 2009'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04929597229489545739</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/__yZO4JwX0sw/SXSNYiz_zkI/AAAAAAAAAFY/997h-rtJ50k/s72-c/DSC03713.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1292495898475100243.post-7682484478071957322</id><published>2009-01-17T20:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T20:35:57.965+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting...</title><content type='html'>I wondering who is the one PMS-ing. Is it me or my mom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of us quarrelled for the first time of the year just now. Guess I'm the one who is doing so. Just feeling that I am getting hysterical since last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry everyone if I dao you or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am. I am the one. =.=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292495898475100243-7682484478071957322?l=hello-plonker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/feeds/7682484478071957322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292495898475100243&amp;postID=7682484478071957322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/7682484478071957322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/7682484478071957322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/2009/01/getting.html' title='Getting...'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04929597229489545739</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-1292495898475100243.post-6279023599308631681</id><published>2009-01-17T10:22:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T11:23:19.285+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just have the urge</title><content type='html'>So right now, my mind is thinking of test and test and test and test and test and test and test and test and test and test and test and test and test and test and test. Sorry about the spamming. There's term test, small test, whatever test from next week onwards until February. Basically, there are test almost everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's not talk about test. Shall talk about yesterday, as I promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was boring and I daydream away as usual. After school, I tried to make scorpion on Yanhong's hair and it failed. My first attempt on people's hair anyway. I'm bad in proportion anyway. So now you can imagine how screwed up the scorpion was. And thanks to Geraldine, I finally have the song, 'Poker Face' by Lady Gaga on my phone. Went for CCA after that. I left at four and head down to Woodlands to meet BernBern. I have not seen her for quite a long time since she was posted to SHATEC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to look for my mom and went to banquet for dinner. Ate laksa and it's not nice. The cockles tasted like so raw and uncooked. Fortunately, I didn't suffer any pain in my stomach after I got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating, we talk and laugh. Shopped around and pasir malam. Bought gummies at mini toons. I bought 2 lollipops there. Bought a big one and cuppa chucks (pardon me if I spelt it wrongly). Will post the photo soon yea? Oh, after Bern bring me in to the precious moment shop, I was fascinated by kimmidolls (forgotten how to spell it). So sophisticated and beautiful. Haha. Hopefully they are still there after I come back from the fieldtrip, if I was selected. Oh, can't forget about those European dolls at Marina Square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw my primary school schoolmate, Fateen and her abang on my way home too. And her abang thought that I'm from innova jc because of my uniform. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REUNION DINNER AT MY MATERNAL GRANDMA'S HOME TOMORROW. YYYYYEEEEEEPPPPPPEEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;Because I love her cooking. Haha. Yep, a week early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who have been worrying for me because of gastric; lesson learnt, I'm fine now(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 more weeks to go(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling uber hyper now, muahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292495898475100243-6279023599308631681?l=hello-plonker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/feeds/6279023599308631681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292495898475100243&amp;postID=6279023599308631681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/6279023599308631681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/6279023599308631681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-have-urge.html' title='Just have the urge'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04929597229489545739</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-1292495898475100243.post-7253026505594293717</id><published>2009-01-16T22:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T11:08:20.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>After 6 to 8 hours of adjusting the position of the boxes, adding a few stuff, choose background and editing, it's finally done and it turned out what I expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;Shall blog about today tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Just too lethargic.&lt;br /&gt;Adios(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292495898475100243-7253026505594293717?l=hello-plonker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/feeds/7253026505594293717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292495898475100243&amp;postID=7253026505594293717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/7253026505594293717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/7253026505594293717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/2009/01/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04929597229489545739</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-1292495898475100243.post-8247799941284392525</id><published>2009-01-15T22:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T22:38:46.869+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still under construction.</title><content type='html'>Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still working on the skin and some parts of it.&lt;br /&gt;Do tag me to link you up yea?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1292495898475100243-8247799941284392525?l=hello-plonker.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/feeds/8247799941284392525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1292495898475100243&amp;postID=8247799941284392525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/8247799941284392525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1292495898475100243/posts/default/8247799941284392525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hello-plonker.blogspot.com/2009/01/still-under-construction.html' title='Still under construction.'/><author><name>Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04929597229489545739</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
