<?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-7921077308466356084</id><updated>2012-02-17T05:49:56.332+11:00</updated><title type='text'>True to your heart.</title><subtitle type='html'>I believe that life has a lot to offer because it's filled with wonders everyday :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>165</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921077308466356084.post-3912411795019370880</id><published>2009-10-19T23:37:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T00:17:56.189+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Sue Lynn's pageant story</title><content type='html'>From this short&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailychilli.com/buzz/415-sue-lynns-pageant-story"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;article&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, I have learned so much.&lt;br /&gt;(the ones in italic are sentences quoted by Sue Lynn herself in the article)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;be nice to everyone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Judges are everywhere. The one you least expect to be a judge will be one of them. So it is important to be nice to every one, including the room service people/bellboys.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;always be punctual&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Do not be late, ever. If you cannot be punctual, then you are not fit to be a beauty queen.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- don't overeat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Never eat like there is no tomorrow – this is a beauty pageant, not an “all you can eat” competition. Stuffing your face will make people question your credibility as a beauty queen.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- cut small habits, even small ones&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Remember to cut out your bad habits – it is not elegant for a beauty queen to twitch her nose, pull out her wedgie or scratch her head, especially when there are cameras and video cameras following your every move. I was told I moved my head too much (I can be quite animated), so I had to stop that habit quickly.'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I liked the most about what she said was:&lt;br /&gt;(my thoughts in brackets)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Winning is not everything. Just because you do not win a pageant, does not mean you are any less beautiful, talented or intelligent than the girl who won.'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(so true, the same concept applies to sports games and competitions we take part in)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Every one is beautiful and talented in their own way; never compare yourself to others. If you keep comparing yourself with others, it will be your downfall.'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(as the chinese saying goes: 人比人气死人)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can relate this to our normal daily lives. We don't need to take part in a beauty pageant to follow these simple rules. When I reflect on myself and my own life, I overeat- all the time, I always try to be punctual but still am not good enough, and I have many little bad habits like doing my knuckles, saying things too quickly without thinking twice, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This article has changed my perspective on these little things in life which I have taken granted for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-3912411795019370880?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/3912411795019370880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=3912411795019370880' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/3912411795019370880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/3912411795019370880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2009/10/sue-lynns-pageant-story.html' title='Sue Lynn&apos;s pageant story'/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921077308466356084.post-5151460249430158982</id><published>2009-10-12T18:43:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T18:58:21.982+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;It's nice when people know you and remember you :) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but most importantly, what they remember of you is &lt;strong&gt;something nice&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;guess my primary school experience of mandarin public speaking&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;will always be there, and i'm thankful for that. and i will not trade anything for this experience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-5151460249430158982?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/5151460249430158982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=5151460249430158982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/5151460249430158982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/5151460249430158982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-nice-when-people-know-you-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7921077308466356084.post-412529994090147310</id><published>2009-10-11T01:55:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T02:07:14.637+11:00</updated><title type='text'>"Work like you don't need the money, love like you've never been hurt, and dance like nobody's watching."</title><content type='html'>Just the other day I was feeling bored; and to my utmost surprise and delight my dwindling fingers brought me upon this little folder in my inbox I named years ago, '&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;forever&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I read again reminded and enlightened me of the importance of humanity&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and I hope these will add value to all of you just like how it has added value to me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Five lessons to make you think about the way we treat people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,153,153);font-size:130%;" &gt;1. First Important Lesson - Cleaning Lady.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;During my second month of college, our professor gave us a pop quiz. I was a conscientious student and had breezed through the questions, until I read the last one: "What is the first name of the woman who cleans the school?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Surely this was some kind of joke. I had seen the cleaning woman several times. She was tall, dark-haired and in her 50s, but how would I know her name? I handed in my paper, leaving the last question blank. Just before class ended, one student asked if the last question would count toward our quiz grade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"Absolutely," said the professor. "In your careers, you will meet many people. All are significant. They deserve your attention and care, even if all you do is smile and say "hello". I've never forgotten that lesson. I also learned her name was Dorothy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204);font-size:130%;" &gt;2. Second Important Lesson - Pickup in the Rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night, at 11:30 p.m., an older African American woman was standing on the side of an Alabama highway trying endure a lashing rainstorm. Her car had broken down and she desperately needed a ride. Soaking wet, she decided to flag down the next car. A young white man stopped to help her, generally unheard of in those conflict-filled 1960s. The man took her to safety, helped her get assistance and put her into a taxicab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She seemed to be in a big hurry, but wrote down his address and thanked him. Seven days went by and a knock came on the man's door. To his surprise, a giant console colour TV was delivered to his home. A special note was attached.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It read: "Thank you so much for assisting me on the highway the other night. The rain drenched not only my clothes, but also my spirits. Then you came along. Because of you, I was able to make it to my dying husband's bedside just before he passed away. God bless you for helping me and unselfishly serving others," Sincerely, Mrs. Nat King Cole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,204)"&gt;3. Third Important Lesson - Always remember those who serve&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the days when an ice cream sundae cost much less, a 10 year-old boy entered a hotel coffee shop and sat at a table. A waitress put a glass of water in front of him. "How much is an ice cream sundae?" he asked. "Fifty cents," replied the waitress. The little boy pulled his hand out of his pocket and studied the coins in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, how much is a plain dish of ice cream?" he inquired. By now more people were waiting for a table and the waitress was growing impatient. "Thirty-five cents," she brusquely replied. The little boy again counted his coins. "I'll have the plain ice cream," he said. The waitress brought the ice cream, put the bill on the table and walked away. The boy finished the ice cream, paid the cashier and left. When the waitress came back, she began to cry as she wiped down the table. There, placed neatly beside the empty dish, were two nickels and five pennies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, he couldn't have the sundae, because he had to have enough left to leave her a tip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;4. Fourth Important Lesson - The Obstacles in Our Path&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,0)"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In ancient times, a King had a boulder placed on a roadway. Then he hid himself and watched to see if anyone would remove the huge rock. Some of the king's wealthiest merchants and courtiers came by and simply walked around it. Many loudly blamed the King for not keeping the roads clear, but none did anything about getting the stone out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a peasant came along carrying a load of vegetables. Upon approaching the boulder, the peasant laid down his burden and tried to move the stone to the side of the road. After much pushing and straining, he finally succeeded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the peasant picked up his load of vegetables, he noticed a purse lying in the road where the boulder had been. The purse contained many gold coins and a note from the King indicating that the gold was for the person who removed the boulder from the roadway. The peasant learned what many of us never understand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every obstacle presents an opportunity to improve our condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-size:130%;" &gt;5. Fifth Important Lesson - Giving When it Counts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many years ago, when I worked as a volunteer at a hospital, I got to know a little girl named Liz who was suffering from a rare &amp;amp; serious disease. Her only chance of recovery appeared to be a blood transfusion from her 5-year-old brother, who had miraculously survived the same disease and had developed the antibodies needed to combat the illness. The doctor explained the situation to her little brother, and asked the little boy if he would be willing to give his blood to his sister. I saw him hesitate for only a moment before taking a deep breath and saying, "Yes I'll do it if it will save her." As the transfusion progressed, he lay in bed next to his sister and smiled, as we all did, seeing the colour returning to her cheeks. Then his face grew pale and his smile faded. He looked up at the doctor and asked with a trembling voice, "Will I start to die right away?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being young, the little boy had misunderstood the doctor; he thought he was going to have to give his sister all of his blood in order to save her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-412529994090147310?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/412529994090147310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=412529994090147310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/412529994090147310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/412529994090147310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2009/05/work-like-you-dont-need-money-love-like.html' title='&quot;Work like you don&apos;t need the money, love like you&apos;ve never been hurt, and dance like nobody&apos;s watching.&quot;'/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7921077308466356084.post-6496601536412740885</id><published>2009-10-02T18:39:00.014+10:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T14:07:59.748+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The best shopping are ones that are done &lt;strong&gt;spontaneously&lt;/strong&gt;, I feel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After brunch today at &lt;a href="http://yourrestaurants.com.au/guide/mart_130/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mart130&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, a famous cafe located right beside THE tramstop no.130 that I've wanted to try since forever...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387926379809720898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SsXCfviDykI/AAAAAAAADAg/RDAs2G73XJw/s320/P1100506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;which I've tried their most famous dish: cornfitters with grilled bacon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387958499687698386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SsXftXZuj9I/AAAAAAAADBA/tajyAdZdD74/s320/P1100508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;... Chui lured me to &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;harbour town&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to shop shop!! I was supposed to come home to clean up my apartment and head to body pump class, but I've never been to harbour town before! And I've heard so much about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm happy I went, for if not, I would not have gotten these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387930254688721442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SsXGBSlNGiI/AAAAAAAADAo/sb1e30iQ0ek/s320/P1100527.JPG" border="0" /&gt; My new baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think the Law of Attraction really worked!! In my mind for ever so long, I've been dying to have a pair of &lt;em&gt;high knee boots&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;black, with a bit of heels, suade in material...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I finally found it!! in less than 10 mins!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for ONLY $20.00!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cheap much, no?? so prepped up for family trip to london &amp;amp; switz now! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SsXLz9GCk8I/AAAAAAAADAw/34W9_nEbqjU/s1600-h/P1100523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387936622652330946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SsXLz9GCk8I/AAAAAAAADAw/34W9_nEbqjU/s320/P1100523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; happy happy joy joy! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387942847320490786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SsXReRylAyI/AAAAAAAADA4/FkXcRqC93XE/s320/P1100515.JPG" border="0" /&gt; i never thought i could pull off a maxi dress, 'cause i'm so short. :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;p.s. mummy can i please get it? not very expensive only. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;pps. glad you got something in the end, chui! :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-6496601536412740885?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/6496601536412740885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=6496601536412740885' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/6496601536412740885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/6496601536412740885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2009/10/yay.html' title='Yay!'/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_0z9JWflLUvg/SsXCfviDykI/AAAAAAAADAg/RDAs2G73XJw/s72-c/P1100506.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921077308466356084.post-3274928530093493189</id><published>2009-09-27T02:43:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T02:54:06.121+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Piano...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ACU7tgqvqbk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ACU7tgqvqbk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Man, I wanna play like him too!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's at times like this where I miss playing the piano SO MUCH.. i remember when i was back in msia, and younger.. whenever I am sad, I always play the piano &amp;amp; sing along to the emo sad songs.. It does wonders to you :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;P.S. I am not sad now, just miss playing the piano. KimC thanks ah for sharing this video with me hehee makes me so inspired now&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-3274928530093493189?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/3274928530093493189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=3274928530093493189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/3274928530093493189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/3274928530093493189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2009/09/piano.html' title='Piano...'/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7921077308466356084.post-6353435428372997586</id><published>2009-09-24T23:33:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T23:36:04.019+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed. :)</title><content type='html'>I am &lt;strong&gt;truly blessed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed to have people who really care for me, people who take the effort to reassure me in all that I do; people who even are at &lt;em&gt;different parts of the world&lt;/em&gt;, will take time to know and be part of your life still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In relation to one of my previous posts&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2009/08/enlightenment.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;'Enlightenment'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, I received two emails from two different friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;TY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Tsin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, both your emails put a sincere, heart-touched smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tsin&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;".... Despite that post which miiiiiiiiight took you a lot of courage to post because it shows your little 'failure' in life,&lt;br /&gt;I still belief in you because you are my small but TOUGH friend. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;.... And just to tell you that your friend from half way round the globe deeply beliefs in you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TY:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;"... i guess everyone our age is just the same... but reading what u write always makes me feel better to know there is someone out there just like me, that i'm not alone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;.... and most importantly, i love how u're always positive about it in the end. keep that spirit going! i'll always remember that smile on ur face. u have the loveliest smile =)"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful to have both of you as good friends. TY my dear high school friend, I hope all's well on your side in Scotland. and to Tsin my A-levels best bud, I hope the same for you in Manchester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love,&lt;br /&gt;Wei Lynn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-6353435428372997586?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/6353435428372997586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=6353435428372997586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/6353435428372997586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/6353435428372997586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2009/08/blessed.html' title='Blessed. :)'/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7921077308466356084.post-1472846617725740748</id><published>2009-09-21T23:00:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T23:32:01.621+10:00</updated><title type='text'>From Princeton &amp; Bath... to the land down under</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some 3-4 weeks ago, two friends whom I've met in A-levels, Taylors M'sia came down to Melbourne for holidays. I was close to one of them; the other one not as close, but we do get along well. I am thankful that after these years we still meet up, because as I recall, we were not from the same classes, neither were we in the same stream (they were both in sciences). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am not sure if both of them know each other- as they were from different classes in A-levels as well, but knowing how friendly &amp;amp; likeable these two guys are, I am not surprised if they do :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now firstly, let me introduce you to Mr.Princeton. I kid you not. He really does study in Princeton Uni! Let's screw the whole Blair statement thing that 'Princeton is a trade school- there's only Yale!' thing alright, we know how great Princeton is. Haha anyway, his name is &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Chern Han&lt;/span&gt; and I got to know him through Patrick, Zhen Yuan etc, and also through the CHS bunch when I was a secretary in Leo Club. CH is possibly one of the very complete all-rounder guys you'll find around- aces in his academics, and is fantastic at sports. He used to so kindly help me out in my Pure Math back in A-levels, I will always remember that sifu :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We didn't meet up that much (not that close to him to him mah). But ZY &amp;amp; I brought him to Norsiah's for lunch, just to show him how we Melb Uni students eat on a budget Malaysian cuisine. And since he mentioned he wanted to play badminton, I brought him to one of our club social sessions in Uni. He is pretty good, I must say. We also had dinner with his PE friends at a Korean place, where a few of us got back to my place for a chilling drinking session after. Last dinner at Papa Gino's, Lygon street before he went back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(thanks ZY for calling! :p)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379835138377547426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SqkDjgUofqI/AAAAAAAAC-I/1NksVyRrCGo/s320/P1100098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What a poser this Princeton boy is, purposely ask me to take him posing like this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'claims that this is his 'dou san' face... please, we all know who the real chor dai di god is ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S. U better keep your promise of hosting me ar when I come visit New York! Hope you had fun here! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OK, moving on....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Next up we have one of the FUNNIEST (by funny I mean FUNNY, full of @!#^&amp;amp;) guys YOU WILL EVER FIND. His compliments for you are endless, filled with the most flowery words and sentences that you can't even find in the dictionary. And that makes him one of the most likeable people around :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let me introduce you to.. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;MR.JIAT&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am not entirely sure how we met, but if I am not mistaken, it was during the Leo Club installation night? And you were the photographer of the event, right? :p haha. Funny how our friendship blossomed to such great heights after. Anyhowss-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He made his arrival even before he landed in Tullamarine Airport&lt;/strong&gt;.. I swear. Why?? Well because he took a picture of his flight ticket, uploaded it on his fb and TAGGED all of us (hehe his close friends and I am one of them yay! gosh i'm so thick skinned but whatever it's true what). AND not to forget, every time I go on msn he will NUDGE me and START REMINDING ME of his arrival in melbourne... and that I must spend time with him when he's here, must go club and drink with him, must play badminton with him, must do this do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U tell me, &lt;strong&gt;how not to anticipate his arrival?&lt;/strong&gt; His presence is already made so strongly before he's physically here! Hehee... Ok la I admit, I was pretty excited also to see him also. He's sucha good friend you know :p And also since in the July break in m'sia we only met up once. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379835822563096498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SqkELVHLd7I/AAAAAAAAC-Q/hVt2uC3yjDM/s320/jiat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Aiyo, I love this pic lah! :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Actually, the reason he flew here was to celebrate his bestie's (Matt) 21st birthday! So sweet of him, right?? We went to Seven to celebrate pre-Matt's birthday, and it's such a happy sight seeing Jiat so high &amp;amp; onz on the dance floor! Lol.. Matt had his dinner celebration at Red Emperor, Southgate the next day (that's where the picture above was taken!). And a crazy ass drinking party back at their place after, where I only joined for a while. But i'm sure jiat had one of his happiest moments, surrounded by most of his best friends, and alcohol... ;D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A pity though that we didn't get to play badminton. I knew how much he wanted it. Sorry Jiat. :( Ur stay in Melbourne so short, and the weekends that you were here you were not free also! End of the year, ok?? But please give me chance. I damn noob already. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now to the mushy part hehe. I'm so glad and thankful to have a friend like you, jiat. U always crack me up, whenever, wherever! Especially those A-levels time, wah damn stress, then all your sms-es will always lift my mood up! Stay nice, stay kind, stay the wayy you are, okay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xoxo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-1472846617725740748?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/1472846617725740748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=1472846617725740748' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/1472846617725740748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/1472846617725740748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2009/09/from-princeton-bath-to-land-down-under.html' title='From Princeton &amp; Bath... to the land down under'/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_0z9JWflLUvg/SqkDjgUofqI/AAAAAAAAC-I/1NksVyRrCGo/s72-c/P1100098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921077308466356084.post-3489584776076414239</id><published>2009-09-20T23:30:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T23:42:06.801+10:00</updated><title type='text'>is it spring break already?</title><content type='html'>This weekend has got to be the longest and most tiring weekend ever. Eventful, busy, productive, fruitful perhaps?, BUT exhausting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the preparations for the ball on friday, to the ball and the after party, to sat morning waking up to head to hil's bbq at yarraville, to my mixed doubles match that evening itself, to jasmine's 21st that night itself, to sunday the whole day at the courts of which i fared so badly in singles and mixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, my right arm hurts like hell (got muscles already!!), my knees are bruised, my thigh muscles are so damn painful, my hair is in a mess- well so is my apartment. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calls for spring cleaning time? Definitely one of my agendas to achieve this spring break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so, so much to update but I am just too worn out now. All I need now is 2-3 days of doing nothing, sleeping, eating, reading novels, watching series &amp;amp; just enjoy my god damn break. And of course, to recover from all the body aches. I can't be walking around limping can I? God I feel like an ah ma now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, isn't it spring break already? Since I will not be able to move my body for two days, you might be hearing from me sooner than you think. ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then my dear friends. Have a good spring break! And for those of you who are travelling elsewhere like GC, Sydney or even good ol' Msia.. I am so excited for you! :) Make sure to have a blast! And have it memorable. Lynnie's gonna be enjoying spring in melbourne just fine :) lots love!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-3489584776076414239?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/3489584776076414239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=3489584776076414239' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/3489584776076414239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/3489584776076414239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2009/09/is-it-spring-break-already.html' title='is it spring break already?'/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921077308466356084.post-5234717945274398123</id><published>2009-09-14T17:45:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T18:09:14.756+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Patience is a virtue</title><content type='html'>My tax law assignment partner and my mixed doubles baddy parter are both so patient it puts my patience to shame. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patient people are so nice to be around with, they make life and the world around you a whole lot better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patience is a virtue I have yet to master; but in time I hope to improve on mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I recently just added the reactions boxes below each and every of my post. I find it so cool! And I've seen a few ticks already on diff posts! Yay :) Feel free to tick on whichever you like okie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-5234717945274398123?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/5234717945274398123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=5234717945274398123' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/5234717945274398123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/5234717945274398123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2009/09/patience-is-virtue.html' title='Patience is a virtue'/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921077308466356084.post-2477651889303667522</id><published>2009-09-12T16:37:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T16:42:13.223+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A great weekend joke!</title><content type='html'>HAHAHAHAHH this really made my saturday! Am at ERC now starting on my tax law assignment, when I received this email from Uncle Poh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Woman was out golfing one day when she hit the ball into the woods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went into the woods to look for it and found a frog In a trap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The frog said to her, "If you release me from this trap, I will grant you three wishes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman freed the frog, and the frog said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you, but I should mention that there was a condition to your wishes:&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you wish for, your husband will also receive it ten times over!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman said, "That's okay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For her first wish, she wanted to be the most beautiful woman in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The frog warned her, "You do realize that this wish will also make your husband by far the most handsome man in the world, whom women will flock to".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman replied, "That's okay, because I will be the most beautiful woman and he will have eyes only for me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, KAZAM--she's the most beautiful Woman in the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For her second wish, she wanted to be the richest woman in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The frog said, "That will make your husband the richest man in the world. And he will be ten times richer than you. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman said, "That's okay, because what's mine is his and what's his is mine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, KAZAM--she's the richest woman in the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The frog then inquired about her third wish, and she answered, "I'd like to have a mild heart attack..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Moral of the story*: Women are clever. Don't mess with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Attention*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Female readers&lt;/span&gt;*: This is the end of the joke for you. Stop here and continue feeling good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Male Readers&lt;/span&gt;*: Please scroll down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man had a heart attack ten times "milder" than his wife!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moral of the story&lt;/span&gt;*: Women are really dumb but think they're really smart .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let them continue to think that way and just enjoy the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: If you are a woman and are still reading this; it merely goes to show that women just never listen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope it made your weekend just as how it made mine! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-2477651889303667522?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/2477651889303667522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=2477651889303667522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/2477651889303667522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/2477651889303667522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2009/09/great-weekend-joke.html' title='A great weekend joke!'/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7921077308466356084.post-3074864119735100708</id><published>2009-09-12T02:48:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T02:52:33.793+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>P.S. I really don't appreciate it when someone grabs something off someone else and not thank them. Be it an idea, or a suggestion. And act like you've got the job well done on your own. At least have the decency to thank him/her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-3074864119735100708?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/3074864119735100708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=3074864119735100708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/3074864119735100708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/3074864119735100708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2009/09/p.html' title=''/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7921077308466356084.post-6483412454097881598</id><published>2009-09-12T01:28:00.012+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T16:44:18.908+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrappin' up August</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So happy :) Lynnie's home by midnight on a Friday night, and she said no to clubbing. Instead it was a very chilled and fun night out with old, old friends! Another friend came to visit, from London! and I got to meet up with all the old old taylors Leo club (mostly CHS) peeps, yay :) Dinner at J cafe, sushi burgers! then it was Max Brenner's after. Will write up a proper post for another 2 friends who came to visit, so &lt;strong&gt;stay tuuneed guys&lt;/strong&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So since I am not dancing away with loud pumpin' music in a club, why not have my own classical-sentimental-soft-and-sweet music in my hub, and blog away...? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Since I know you all out there beh tahan already, everytime visit my blog also words words words only, you all want pictures too right! don't bluff!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here goes.. my ups &amp;amp; abouts in the month of August!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Our very first time at&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Hush Bar, Melbourne Central&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- just the weekend before uni started :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374266416887960946" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 284px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SpU61QLrFXI/AAAAAAAAC7Q/uYxkUa7n2gc/s320/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 of Sarah's highschool friends, SY, Sarah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374266373577603410" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 297px; cursor: pointer; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SpU6yu1reVI/AAAAAAAAC7I/ho7WZwRDeX0/s320/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Us playing with the mirror! And sarah playing with the camera effect!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hehee we were superr vain man, I think I am the worst. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;The weekend after we (the ICSS and IESS people) went &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;SNOWBOARDING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!! At &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mount Hotham&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380227671692175410" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/Sqpoj83waDI/AAAAAAAAC-w/p08NpBoqxqk/s320/P1090912.JPG" border="0" /&gt;View from our room; what a beauty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's been way too long since I've seen &amp;amp; touched snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374264631066379218" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 214px; cursor: pointer; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SpU5NTeoQ9I/AAAAAAAAC6g/ovrJiKTTP7w/s320/snowb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Me in my snowboarding gear!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380218109045503602" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/Sqpf3VPH9nI/AAAAAAAAC-g/Ysb-KElQ2m4/s320/snowboard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;By the 2nd day, Suyan &amp;amp; I could do the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Big D&lt;/span&gt; slopes already! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;albeit still a green/beginner slope lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yonex Australian Open Finals (badminton) 2009!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;@ MSAC, Albert Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380218476644157202" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 213px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SqpgMupeRxI/AAAAAAAAC-o/py5GIovbEJA/s320/aus+open.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Took a picture with the only players I knew in the tourney- Gan teik chai &amp;amp; Tan bin shen &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missed Jay's match though! It'd be awesome to watch a friend you personally know play in an international tournament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alvin's 21st birthday party @ Seven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374266284652736386" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SpU6tjkVr4I/AAAAAAAAC7A/Zd2_GKO-Ciw/s320/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Birthday boy (already so red), Yi Ping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374266080289611682" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SpU6hqQX36I/AAAAAAAAC64/46iWiQjfbpw/s320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kwee came, too! Aww miss those Sri KDU moments :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374264713523200706" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SpU5SGp3gsI/AAAAAAAAC6o/Dcj0r8dtKAM/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;With the singaporeans! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It so happened that it was the Singaporean National Day celebration that night too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ICSS/IESS back-to-school clubbing @ Bass Lounge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374267243008136818" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SpU7lVuElnI/AAAAAAAAC8I/-fnTWIE2bTU/s320/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Guess who I bumped into?? Zach!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My good ol' pal from IH.. Miss you, zach! Really good to see you that night :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374267293057467538" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; cursor: pointer; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SpU7oQKwxJI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/ERKXCkVxu8o/s320/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Sexay Audrey ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374267065288275586" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SpU7a_qWtoI/AAAAAAAAC8A/OixNAAkjCrs/s320/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This would be my bitchhh, Mel Foo ;p &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you just gotta love her man! mwah dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374266764499037266" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 231px; cursor: pointer; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SpU7JfInLFI/AAAAAAAAC74/QDRPO02kypc/s320/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Super nice Joyceee! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My supposed to be housemate lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ravi's 20th Birthday @ The Pub, Crown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374266467005829730" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; cursor: pointer; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SpU64K4tEmI/AAAAAAAAC7Y/_0kFjY5YmLE/s320/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lainey dear, me + my beer, Ravi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's how I knew Ravi in the first place! Through laineny :) I always make it a point to remember how I met people and thank the people who has introduced me to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OK, I guess that's enough of party-party pics don't you think?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(after you all think I'm a party girl and all... )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wicked show @ Regent Theatre, Collins Street&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379832465305254450" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SqkBH6WiOjI/AAAAAAAAC-A/iShg1BICGfQ/s320/P1090908.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379811633316189810" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SqjuLVJTVnI/AAAAAAAAC9Y/vN2qDycNFTk/s320/P1090902.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Girls I enjoyed the show with! Janice, Germaine &amp;amp; Feli :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374267458288093650" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SpU7x3s0CdI/AAAAAAAAC8Y/VYSe2p9grzg/s320/14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I bumped into my ol' primary school friend! Sue lynn :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See, I also know how to appreciate good theatre shows ok. Not only drink and club club all. Lol. If there's one thing I would pay for besides food, it'd be for shows like these. Needless to say, Wicked was amazing. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OK sorry, but I have to bring you back to more party pics. So many 21sts lah this month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;SSS's birthday bash @ Ondergrounds Bar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;(Sy's, SK's, Shobie's)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374268134463196082" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SpU8ZOphS7I/AAAAAAAAC84/nvcYxYbSmyY/s320/18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Us 4; birthday girl looking ravishing in red ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;felt like i haven't hung out with you girls in ages boo :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374266512834148514" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; cursor: pointer; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SpU661nBuKI/AAAAAAAAC7g/HSZjHdYrIMY/s320/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hoho lookin' good there SK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-just look at the $ chain, the stick, and the moustache- &lt;em&gt;classic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Matt's 21st party @ Seven&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(and also to welcome Jiat to melbourne clubbing scene hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374267588714026178" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; cursor: pointer; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SpU75dkx1MI/AAAAAAAAC8g/2BbZ-25tIf4/s320/15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;B'day boyy! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SpU8qGWegrI/AAAAAAAAC9Q/UT2B7NtRsIQ/s1600-h/21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374268424293614258" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SpU8qGWegrI/AAAAAAAAC9Q/UT2B7NtRsIQ/s320/21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Best buddies! One very good example of how a good friendship's supposed to be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374268283227390002" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; cursor: pointer; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SpU8h41qwDI/AAAAAAAAC9A/Jia5SkB6Ky4/s320/19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Chris &amp;amp; Ashlieee &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I really like Ashlie, haha I think she likes me alot tooo :p my skin damn thick I know, but at least I won't say things which aren't trueee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374267909573648594" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 180px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SpU8MI3rINI/AAAAAAAAC8w/LTAHOeJY7YQ/s320/17.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bumped into wesley friends!! Jee wei &amp;amp; Koi Lin &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;one of the prettiest girls in my list would be koi lin ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then it was &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Matt's birthday dinner @ Red Emperor, Southgate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380215199263833042" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 194px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SqpdN9dHO9I/AAAAAAAAC-Y/9rtoH-tQ0FE/s320/matt%27s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lucky Matt with all the hot sexy mamas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caleen's Classy 21st @ Imperial, Chapel Street&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379818942998786722" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/Sqj00z1cMqI/AAAAAAAAC9g/l4m9WQZJIYQ/s320/P1100190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We go way back to primary school; so happy to see you blossom into a young beautiful, full of life lady, dear :) Love you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379825896970701106" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/Sqj7JlZiyTI/AAAAAAAAC9o/S1COBu-oS6g/s320/P1100191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some of the girls &amp;amp; the birthday girl :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Before you all get bored of me, here's one last but not the least event:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Merdeka Party @ CQ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Probably saw half the Msian population in Melb that night, but...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379828903092048530" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/Sqj94kEuUpI/AAAAAAAAC9w/m-T3p9Kskz4/s320/P1100219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;With two of my favourite girls- Lainey &amp;amp; Jo; it beats anything :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379829450960337954" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/Sqj-YdCs_CI/AAAAAAAAC94/658CHKgu7cc/s320/P1100228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And also not forgetting Kenny Sia lah! :S&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;WAH. I CAN'T BELIEVE I FINISHED WRITING THIS POST. damn long. damn tired. fingers painful. eyes closing already. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;All for the sake of my readers... if there is any. Blogging's all about compromise after all, no? I like to write and rant and complain, but I know my dear friends like to see see pictures.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hope you enjoyed this post, and make sure you all come back for more! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-6483412454097881598?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/6483412454097881598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=6483412454097881598' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/6483412454097881598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/6483412454097881598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2009/09/wrappin-up-august.html' title='Wrappin&apos; up August'/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_0z9JWflLUvg/SpU61QLrFXI/AAAAAAAAC7Q/uYxkUa7n2gc/s72-c/6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921077308466356084.post-1449403527884974015</id><published>2009-09-10T02:35:00.008+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T03:06:02.727+10:00</updated><title type='text'>How is anyone allowed to be THAT hot?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;... THAT gorgeous?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;... THAT &lt;em&gt;perfect&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FcVmsH1-9mo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FcVmsH1-9mo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I got this off her &lt;a href="http://www.emmawatsonofficial.com/"&gt;official website&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm a huge Harry Potter fan, but in all the HP movies- albeit agreeing that Emma is good looking, I won't consider myself a fan of hers. Like, I won't talk about her in my conversations; neither will I go google her and find out more about her. How did I fall upon her website then, you ask? Well I was wikipedia-ing on random stuff, and her name came up on the gossip girl wiki pedia page. So I thought okay, just check her out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;AND AFTER THAT MY IMPRESSION ON HER CHANGED.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Wahliao, &lt;strong&gt;Burberry really made a right choice&lt;/strong&gt; having Emma Watson as the face of the brand for Autumn/Winter 2009. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;One very important marketing skill- maximizing brand association to increase its brand equity. In this case, using a rising star like Emma to increase Burberry's market value. Emma's British, and &lt;a href="http://www.emmawatsonofficial.com/#news/show/392"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;quoted Christopher Bailey from the website&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;em&gt;'classic beauty, great character and a modern edge'&lt;/em&gt; - the third party association here is relevant and consistent with the brand image!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And to think that she got accepted to so many of the Ivy Leagues but chose Brown instead!!! (a plus point since I'm a Serena fan) Truly, beauty with the brains!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I also want to own a Burberry now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-1449403527884974015?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/1449403527884974015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=1449403527884974015' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/1449403527884974015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/1449403527884974015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-is-anyone-allowed-to-be-that-hot.html' title='How is anyone allowed to be THAT hot?!'/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921077308466356084.post-5199062309616862458</id><published>2009-09-08T23:23:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T01:12:14.233+10:00</updated><title type='text'>This is for my kakak :)</title><content type='html'>I know, I am not supposed to be blogging till after the 14th, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I spent whole of last night watching the TV &lt;em&gt;anyway&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;when I had an exam today&lt;/strong&gt;. And I cancelled my work shift tonight, to study, as I hoped I would. But I thought I deserve a rest after the exam, and so I HIMYM-ed and read blogs all the way till now. OK, don't have to rub it in- I am a true slacker and I admit it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.ilikeloofahs.blogspot.com"&gt;Sammy's&lt;/a&gt; blog and I must add, I really really enjoy reading her blog because seeing her so happy living the life she's always wanted- in New York (she lives in Long Island but she always goes to the city i think? lol), makes me happy too. And I can really relate to whatever she's written because I am a HUGE Gossip Girl fan, and I squeal in excitement &amp;amp; delight when I see Sammy visiting places like Times Square, Grand Central, Central Park!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, one day, I will re-visit the States. The last time I visited? I was just a little 6 year old girl. I can't remember much except for drives along the high way with the family, stopping by at bed &amp;amp; breakfasts. There was this particular chinese restaurant where my parents love and we keep visiting it, ahh I can't remember where and what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly, not forgetting the place where my phobia for roller coasters started- Disney Land, Washington D.C. I recall being so excited over the rides and I can't wait to sit all of them. I recall very strongly of this ride- the Indiana Jones ride as I wasn't tall enough for that ride!! I was devastated. BUT, the thing is- in my mind now it's &lt;em&gt;as if&lt;/em&gt; I had sat the ride, is my mind playing tricks on me??  On the more bright side, (what with already a pity with my height issues), I made the cut for &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://about-disneyland.com/DisneyBlog/2009/01/03/disneyland-rides-space-mountain/"&gt;'Space Mountain'&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- a roller coaster in the dark. &lt;strong&gt;Funny&lt;/strong&gt;, that&lt;em&gt; after that ride&lt;/em&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;my phobia for coasters transpired&lt;/strong&gt;. Even now in Genting, I dare not sit the Cockscrew. The most daring ride I had after space mountain? was the Cyclone, and after much much persuasion from friends. I am such a coward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway back to the purpose of this post-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It suddenly just hit me that, my old maid (or kakak as I prefer to call her, it has a more pleasant ring to it don't you think?) has gone back to Indonesia for good. Mummy informed me weeks ago that they replaced her with a Cambodian maid, as my kakak was unhappy. At first I didn't understand why wouldn't she be happy; my parents treat her so nice, never once scold her, bring her out for dinners, gives her gifts for her birthdays etc. And my parents taught her a lot too! Valuable you know these life-long knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;strong&gt;putting ourselves in her shoes&lt;/strong&gt;, well I guess she's worked for us for 5 years, and that's a long time. Any human being would feel the same way as she did- bored, and wants to go back to her family back home. And probably in their culture, they want to get married young? &lt;strong&gt;In our defense though&lt;/strong&gt;, she did have an attitude problem. She is a perfectionist- wants everything to be her way and wants to get everything done in the time she wants it to be done. And if she doesn't achieve that- she will just let out her temper on my parents, especially my grandmother. You know, kitchen issues among the women, sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So before she runs away (she might have), we asked her politely if she wants to go back. And she said yes. She, afterall accepted our offer to extend her contract twice already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of the story there, gee I feel I am revealing too much, but whatever lah. &lt;strong&gt;Anyhow my point is, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;kakak Umi was a good kakak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. She served us well for 5 years, helped us move houses from BU to Idaman, to now T.I. It's no easy fit packing, moving and unpacking! She always makes sure that the house is in tip top condition- clean, neat, and presentable. She cooks every meal for all of us. Heck she is a good cook, learned alot from my grandma! Especially her Yee Min, damn nice. She washes all of our clothes fast, to ensure we can wear them anytime we want. She amends/sews my tops which buttons have come off too. She is very efficient as she will write down groceries we need to buy- and she is quick at the market too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I am going to miss her. Despite her not opening up to us, not treating us like part of her family, she after all is still a good kakak, a good helper where she did lessen our burdens in many ways. Like my parents don't have to worry so much about household stuff. And we kids get fed whenever we want to (not sounding spoilt here). Except at times when she got her temper and moods la of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*So kakak, I wish you all the best back in Indonesia. (she is super rich now and should be able to buy land in Indo already!! I hope she is wise and not get conned by any men). I didn't get to say goodbye to you as I was already back in Melbourne, but I will send you a postcard sometime. Thank you for being with us and helping us so much in the past 5 years. Take care, much love, Lynn, as how you call me back home :)*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-5199062309616862458?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/5199062309616862458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=5199062309616862458' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/5199062309616862458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/5199062309616862458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2009/08/to-my-kakak.html' title='This is for my kakak :)'/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921077308466356084.post-7588649754622576017</id><published>2009-09-07T01:29:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T01:52:32.733+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Will be back, soon! :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sorry for the temporary shut down of my blog &amp;amp; lack of updates, guys! Am going through a minor hiatus now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This week:-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ACE midsems on tuesday (20%)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FA midsems on friday (30%)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Product Management assignment due friday as well (20%)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tax Law assignment due the monday after (25%)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And to think that I'm STILL not doing anything productive. :( I thought saying no to social obligations this weekend will make me maximize time to study, but, aihs... sad to say it was spent sleeping + watching series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;OK, will be back to telling stories after the 14th September! :) Be sure to come back, y'all loyal readers (if there is any)! ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P.S. was talking to mummy earlier, and i really think what she said was true.&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; life is simple&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, it's what we think and act that makes it complicated. there is no reason for us to unhappy at all. i mean, we can look at a situation and think three think four; or we can just look at it in a simple way. sigh, i want to be simple from now on. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-7588649754622576017?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/7588649754622576017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=7588649754622576017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/7588649754622576017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/7588649754622576017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2009/09/will-be-back-soon-d.html' title='Will be back, soon! :D'/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7921077308466356084.post-4109178270022381074</id><published>2009-08-24T01:00:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T01:29:22.160+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Ken.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I wrote this the day Ken left to Switzerland. And it's been in my drafts since then; untouched. Today's his 20th birthday, and I shall finish this post where I started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Can’t believe that day has arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s the most chilled one in the family; always making jokes which we will all laugh; always making awkward and tense moments seem lighter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;He introduced me to the song Cookie Jar, How I met your mother TV series, World series of Poker, and so many more wonderful things which I can't even think of right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;He has a big heart- never judging, never condemning. He is kind, patient, funny, one of the most likeable people you can find around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;He is my darling brother. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Who’s gonna fetch me around now whenever and wherever I want? Who’s gonna listen to all my rants and complaints? Who’s gonna be there to acknowledge my manja and lame self? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Boy I already miss you, Ken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373177828753885922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SpFcxFXhSuI/AAAAAAAAC6Y/ecR-daUYjCA/s320/P1000311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have a great &amp;amp; memorable 20th over there in Switzerland, please remember that all of us back home miss you and love you so much. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-4109178270022381074?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/4109178270022381074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=4109178270022381074' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/4109178270022381074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/4109178270022381074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-birthday-ken.html' title='Happy Birthday, Ken.'/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_0z9JWflLUvg/SpFcxFXhSuI/AAAAAAAAC6Y/ecR-daUYjCA/s72-c/P1000311.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921077308466356084.post-6495799337519005293</id><published>2009-08-23T23:08:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T00:34:28.796+10:00</updated><title type='text'>My humble abode :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hello all! Ok, this post is dedicated to my dearest family, who has insisted countless times to have a look at my new place. I apologize for taking so long, and the pictures won't upload in the email. Well, here it is, papa &amp;amp; mummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Welcome to my humble abode :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372687735012433730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/So-fB36Dn0I/AAAAAAAAC54/5ICtBEW2PUs/s320/P1100133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The 'mini' living room&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(mini but absolutely cosy ;p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372070461593082690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/So1tn1Of20I/AAAAAAAAC5w/Wq79-wLv1AI/s320/P1100122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look closely at the corner of the both sofas, lies this &lt;strong&gt;little corner&lt;/strong&gt; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ipod edifier, a family picture, magazines and a scented candle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372066662126051826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/So1qKrG94fI/AAAAAAAAC5o/3FidUhHbBY0/s320/P1100131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The one poster I knew I had to purchase the moment I laid eyes on it &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I would think I am an optimist where I choose to see the glass half full ;p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372827037154435282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SpAduU00YNI/AAAAAAAAC6Q/2wsQB73_Z7Y/s320/P1100144.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;My little dining table!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Notice anything?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the flower I got from Ikea matches with my tissue box :) I love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/So1mdeMhi2I/AAAAAAAAC5g/-cA7aAjCF2c/s1600-h/P1100134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372062587030702946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/So1mdeMhi2I/AAAAAAAAC5g/-cA7aAjCF2c/s320/P1100134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Kitchen :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing fancy but like what they always say, simplicity sometimes is the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/So01Crd6gRI/AAAAAAAAC5Q/9CWLn8hpr8Y/s1600-h/P1100124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372008250667073810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/So01Crd6gRI/AAAAAAAAC5Q/9CWLn8hpr8Y/s320/P1100124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Shoerack (with my favourite celebrity above it :P)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I had to buy 2 shoeracks and stock it one above another..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/So0xYZ8h8rI/AAAAAAAAC5I/Uiy_bG1DUIU/s1600-h/P1100126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372004225874260658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/So0xYZ8h8rI/AAAAAAAAC5I/Uiy_bG1DUIU/s320/P1100126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Toilette ;) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know I'm sucha Serena fan, well they say if you look at the image of someone you wish to emulate everyday, eventually you'll turn out like that someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372815604354674258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SpATU2U8blI/AAAAAAAAC6A/pQiQrnvjdmo/s320/P1100135.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Wardrobe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And a picture of me when I was a little girl, I like :-P &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Each time I look at it I feel so hopeful, naive and young at heart again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/So0uLhjwcII/AAAAAAAAC5A/FP1WuwjK0LI/s1600-h/P1100093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372000706044653698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/So0uLhjwcII/AAAAAAAAC5A/FP1WuwjK0LI/s320/P1100093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; The view of Cardigan Street (quieter part of the city) from my unit. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'm not complaining :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372016099566714034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/So08Li5afLI/AAAAAAAAC5Y/8IxKe-UHZSc/s320/P1100130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;My study area :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;where I'm typing this post up now hehe and the place where I'm supposed to spend most of my time at, yet it's NOT. sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/So0oAxTJCcI/AAAAAAAAC4w/kutc5t_I3ac/s1600-h/P1100091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371993924221602242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/So0oAxTJCcI/AAAAAAAAC4w/kutc5t_I3ac/s320/P1100091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; the $19.00 longg mirror I got from good ol' Ikea!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;which I later found out reject shop sells for $10 for something almost similar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371997891063737106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/So0rnq8AaxI/AAAAAAAAC44/Z7JxS8JxPP0/s320/P1100092.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;A 'sneak peak' into my bedroom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Absolutely love the flowers and vase I got from Ikea! good investment indeed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/So0kWIwnCNI/AAAAAAAAC4o/vU7KgJnazK4/s1600-h/P1100139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371989893249960146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/So0kWIwnCNI/AAAAAAAAC4o/vU7KgJnazK4/s320/P1100139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Bedroom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Cosy and warm, right?? :D no wonder can't wake up early lah... lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372818987780566322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SpAWZykibTI/AAAAAAAAC6I/GY41S-b99bw/s320/P1100140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lastly, at the corner of my bed:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a page I extracted out from a mag of 2 girls in toned bodies- to reinforce myself everyday that I can be like them too provided I am disciplined! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-6495799337519005293?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/6495799337519005293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=6495799337519005293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/6495799337519005293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/6495799337519005293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-humble-abode.html' title='My humble abode :)'/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_0z9JWflLUvg/So-fB36Dn0I/AAAAAAAAC54/5ICtBEW2PUs/s72-c/P1100133.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921077308466356084.post-4040637616372567149</id><published>2009-08-13T00:24:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T02:03:09.884+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Enlightenment</title><content type='html'>This week reminded me again of how easily I can fall back in life (just let me a bit dramatic here and refer this to life okay).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still remember, when I was younger I used to be so determined, so full of energy in everything that I do. I used to be very disciplined in my studies and score all A's in everything. I used to train hard to represent my school and state in mandarin public speaking. And now in Uni, I just... do not care that much what I want to achieve anymore. It saddens me because I started off so well at a young age, but as I grow older, this enthusiasm diminishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the sudden thought of this? Because I am not happy with myself right now, disappointed at the way I approach things. And it call came down to the choosing of subjects. It was a very last minute choice that I made to switch my two of my subjects to Tax Law and ACE (Accounting for Corporate Entities). These 2 are needed for CA or CPA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All along I have been following the footsteps of my friends, taking this subj and taking that subj. But of late, I realize my passion lies within marketing. And so I decided to major in Accounting &amp;amp; Marketing. I was gonna screw the whole accrediation thing, like CA and CPA. Because I am so firm and certain with myself that I am going to get into PR/Marketing when I graduate. It was then I thought- heck, what exactly does a CA do? I for sure do not want to get into accounting, but what happens if I want to get into consultancy etc? As it seems, CA and CPA does help alot in the field of consultancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dilemma here is if I should take up ACE, instead of Strategic Marketing (a breadth subject). Esp when my parents give me all the freedom in the world and allow me to do anything I want, the dilemma worsens, (sometimes I wish they put on some force on me) because I do not need to stress myself and do a hard subject. ACE is tough, no doubt. I look at the lecture slides also feel like vomitting already. On the other hand, Strategic is SO EASY! But it was only at that moment that I was feeling that way. After distracting myself for a while, I got back to the notes and I thought- hey ACE isn't too bad. If I put my heart into it and learn, I could actually get alot out of the subject. Besides, am I going to miss the opportunity to do a professional accreditation in the future just because I drop this subject? Just because I refuse to face this little challenge, and give up instead? I might not want to do the professional accreditation now but in the future, things might change. I might actually love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was at that point, that moment, that I told myself- &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;never ever am I going to give up that easily in life anymore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. As mummy said- there are things in life that we love doing (good for us); but there are also things we do not like that has to be done. &lt;strong&gt;It's a balance&lt;/strong&gt;. A rational and wise one would do what one has and should do. I decided to be one today. And I am not going to let anything in life hinder me in my goals anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always say I want to get into the Uni badminton team. But I never gotten around to doing anything that will help me towards this path. I am lazy, not discipline, no passion, no nothing. Back in high school I would tirelessly go for training, go to the gym- all actions show clearly, visibly of what I'd do to get what I want. Whatever happened to now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this changing of subject thing enlightened me; and gotten me around to think that &lt;strong&gt;nothing is impossible.&lt;/strong&gt; ACE is hard, but I will manage. Badminton team is hard to get into, but I will try my very best. (And so I went jogging today for the first time in YEARS, hard to believe myself). I would like to quote a saying I got out of a friend's FB profile, 'life is tough but I am tougher'. How true, it enlightened me in ways I've never thought it would- especially at this point in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this, I also have to thank the 1 hour I spent on the peak of the snow mountains in Hotham- I could not even&lt;strong&gt; stand&lt;/strong&gt; on my snowbaord, what more of boarding down. That one hour was painful, miserable, depressing. I've never felt so dejected in my life before; not being able to do something somehow isn't quite on wei lynn's list. 'how is it possible that everyone can stand on their snowboards, and board down the slope? and i can't?' seeing my friends looking at me hopelessly made me so damned determined to stand. And I did. I could even board down smoothly after that; and continued to improve tremendously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing, &lt;em&gt;how a sucky situation could turn into a good one&lt;/em&gt;, all because of the power of the mind. I was elated, and I felt on top of the world because for &lt;strong&gt;the first time in so long, I achieved something again, out of will, out of determination, out of the power of the mind of 'not giving up'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so whenever I feel like giving up in something that I do, I will think of my snowboarding moment, that one hour on the peak; and I will conquer whatever challenges that lie ahead of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I am wei lynn, and wei lynn never gives up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-4040637616372567149?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/4040637616372567149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=4040637616372567149' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/4040637616372567149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/4040637616372567149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2009/08/enlightenment.html' title='Enlightenment'/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921077308466356084.post-1427090016715513601</id><published>2009-07-31T01:07:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T00:25:13.647+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Of friendship &amp; love</title><content type='html'>I don't know why of late I am just so lazy to go out and meet new people; that all I want to do is to stay home, or just stay close to people I am close and comfortable with. Though many people would disagree with this and would say I am still the lively, sociable wei lynn but no, looks are not necessarily what it portrays to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just the other night that I thought, &lt;em&gt;could it be&lt;/em&gt; that &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I am too complacent with the few, handful friendships that I have, love, feel at ease with and treasure&lt;/span&gt;- and &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;that is why I do not bother that much to get close to anyone anymore.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;Or even take the effort to&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because of this, I might actually miss out on amazing friendships to be forged- where a good two to three friendships may actually end up to be more. Because I really do see alot of good in people, and alot of potential friendships to be made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same goes for relationships. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Could it be that I have closed my heart for such a long time now that I refuse to learn to believe, have faith, and love, again? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-1427090016715513601?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/1427090016715513601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=1427090016715513601' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/1427090016715513601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/1427090016715513601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-dont-know-why-of-late-i-am-just-so.html' title='Of friendship &amp; love'/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921077308466356084.post-8810435603665536363</id><published>2009-07-26T22:47:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T23:39:56.025+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in Technicolour</title><content type='html'>What a long day today! It's only 10.16 p.m. now but I feel so tired already.. Looking at the rest of the boxes in my apartment, I just shook my head; and ask myself why do I have so many clothes and things that I don't even need and use! I'm going to give one whole box away to charity, this is it. I need to get rid of things that are 'extra'. Gosh, could it be similar to mummy's philosophy now of &lt;em&gt;simplying life&lt;/em&gt;, ridding things which are not necessary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, a very kind and strict reminder to self: to &lt;strong&gt;only&lt;/strong&gt; purchase things of &lt;strong&gt;value&lt;/strong&gt;- things which I foresee myself using it even in 10 years- things which will possibly last me for a long, long time and I will not get bored of it. Quality, not quantity.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went to watch the Australian Open finals today at MSAC! Ahh, so happy! Since young I have always loved watching badminton games, be it on tv or live at the stadium. I will post up the pictures once I lay my hands on them :P Seeing the new president introducing the few new committee members to people like the president of VIC badm association, other players etc did make me wonder if I should have taken up the secretary post offered early of the year. But I guess I decided to leave all these posts and commitments behind now, and I am not regretting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just last night, I had dinner with an old friend. And it made me realize that sometimes, to maintain a friendship one has to &lt;em&gt;look beyond&lt;/em&gt; the other's flaws; and instead look for the &lt;strong&gt;good traits&lt;/strong&gt; in that person, and bring it out in him/her. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Yawns, so sleepy already. Think I will head to my warm bed now, and continue to unpack tomorrow. :) Long day tomorrow.. Lunch, lecture, then D &amp;amp; I are going to IKEA to get stuff for my new apartment!! :D Alsoooo.... Sweedish meatballs, here I comee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G'night everyone! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Trying to make my sleep-early-rise-and-shine-early motto work ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-8810435603665536363?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/8810435603665536363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=8810435603665536363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/8810435603665536363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/8810435603665536363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2009/07/life-in-technicolour.html' title='Life in Technicolour'/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7921077308466356084.post-8654275063413842031</id><published>2009-07-17T21:25:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T22:33:26.819+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Such is life atm... :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I am getting old. :( After a whole afternoon of karaoke and beer, here I am now at home 9.30 p.m. and all I feel like doing is just... to read a book and fall asleep. Even drinks with teng jun at sultan lounge, mandarin oriental seems tiring now.... Oh no, I really am getting old!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, life in M'sia currently is &lt;em&gt;good!&lt;/em&gt; I feel that this time is different in the sense that- despite saying no to many outings, I don't feel bad because it's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;spending time with people who matters that.. matters. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got back from &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Aubrey's PRE-21st &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;at &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;redbox&lt;/span&gt;, the curve&lt;/span&gt;. This bunch treats karaoke like a bar with a free singing package.. the party starts when everyone's high after downing beers! Crazy one.. I must admit it was my first time drinking so much beer while singing, and I first experienced it last week with the same bunch as well. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last night&lt;/strong&gt;, I hung out with two different groups of friends who make me happy, in two different ways. Dinner with &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mei&lt;/span&gt; who got back from London at One U was great; she always has stories to share and it's always interesting to just listen :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Steamboat party&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;after&lt;/strong&gt; at &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Kenneth’s&lt;/span&gt; was equally great. I forgot how funny that bunch was. Oh and the food.. yummy! Looking at his 'heng dais' hanging out at his place all the time, joking and laughing with his mom puts a smile on my face.. I told myself one day in the future if I ever start a family I'll always have gatherings at my place too! :) Makes the atmosphere so much more meriah! Oh and I also managed to catch up with a few friends I met through Kenneth sometime ago.. Sara, Cindy etc!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Two nights ago&lt;/strong&gt;, it was &lt;em&gt;yamcha at murni’s&lt;/em&gt; with &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Jiat&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Sing Ming&lt;/span&gt;, who got back from the UK. Hehe.. Jiat used to be my A-levels chit chat/sms buddy.. super funny dude.. can't remember how we met, probably at the Leo installation night; he was the photographer. Sing Ming hasn't changed either, still the subtle gentleman-ly guy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On &lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;, I had my usual morning tantrum because I had to send granny and kakak to the market at 7 a.m... and for those who are close to me would know that I am not a morning person. Despite being moody in the morning, I am glad I took them to the market and I don't regret it at all. I love my family so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Derek &lt;/span&gt;brought me all the way to &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Klang&lt;/span&gt; to have &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;BKT&lt;/span&gt; after... I asked &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Wai Kwan&lt;/span&gt; to come along too since I haven't seen her in ages! Hehe D felt bad because the shop he wanted me to try was closed. Nvm la, next time okay mr.yin?? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On &lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;, it was a one-day &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Malacca trip&lt;/span&gt; with some DJ friends I still kept in touch with till today- &lt;em&gt;Chien Loong, Eiran and Kenneth&lt;/em&gt;. So fun lah a bunch of guys come picking you up early in the morning, and to eat with just guys is sheer heaven- because I can eat as much as I want without feeling conscious!! We had the&lt;strong&gt; famous chicken rice ball&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;cendol&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;satay celup&lt;/strong&gt; :p *thank you eiran for driving us that day!! such a sweet and nice guy he is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At &lt;strong&gt;night&lt;/strong&gt;, I made &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;papa &lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;mummy&lt;/span&gt; watch &lt;strong&gt;‘&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;he’s just not that into you’ &lt;/em&gt;with me- which papa left the show after an hour... hehe. But mummy kept nodding and said it's a good show.. She probably wanted me to catch the hidden meaning in the movie ;) I admit, when I used to like guys I will think and think and think and I will bug her to decipher his moves.. I am sorry for being so annoying sometimes mummy :( Oh and to Ken too.. I bug him like there's no tomorrow.. He's lucky, he's in switzerland now so he can ignore my crap.. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the &lt;strong&gt;weekends&lt;/strong&gt;, it was a gooood family dinner at The Club, bukit utama. Then &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Calvin's farewell party&lt;/span&gt; at his place.. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Cavell's with Pin etc&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And outings go on and on till 2 weeks back....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow would be a full day- &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;lunch with Keat and ZY&lt;/span&gt; at pizza uno, then &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Teng Jun's&lt;/span&gt; gonna do me a &lt;strong&gt;HUGE favour&lt;/strong&gt; by bringing me all the way to KLCC and The Gardens just to get the two pairs of U.R.S. shoes I want so badly, which One U didn't have my sizes :( At night, it's &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;dinner with family&lt;/span&gt;, then &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;vivent's birthday party&lt;/span&gt;, then &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;aubrey's thing&lt;/span&gt; at cavell's if vv's thing doesn't end late. Last sat at cavell's was so, so fun!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SIGH&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such is life at the moment....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So ever reluctant to leave this country again.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;P.S. &lt;strong&gt;Ding, DH, Yng, Nim, Marcus&lt;/strong&gt;- I apologize for the delays in meeting up! will try to meet up before I leave :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-8654275063413842031?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/8654275063413842031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=8654275063413842031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/8654275063413842031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/8654275063413842031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2009/07/such-is-life-atm.html' title='Such is life atm... :)'/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7921077308466356084.post-5020481438146547242</id><published>2009-07-14T01:31:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T03:49:58.478+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Of certain emotions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;what you see on the surface,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is not what you think it is.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learned that sometimes it is best not to reveal everything- all of your emotions, thoughts, feelings, secrets. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And yet- all I want to do sometimes is to reveal all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-5020481438146547242?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/5020481438146547242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=5020481438146547242' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/5020481438146547242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/5020481438146547242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2009/07/of-certain-emotions.html' title='Of certain emotions'/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921077308466356084.post-2695505828001530738</id><published>2009-06-23T03:58:00.017+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T05:25:24.587+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Going home, yet again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;*&lt;em&gt;I have so much in my mind that sometimes I wish I didn't think so much, didn't worry too much, didn't care too much... Despite this, I must say that I have improved alot this year, I have learned to put aside things which are not significant; I have learned to avoid things that make me unhappy; and instead focus on things which are worth it, things which mean a certain something to me..&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I am moving out of my place in a days' time, in which I also have an exam paper on that day. I have to pack my whole unit into boxes, pack my luggage to be brought back to Malaysia, and study. Yes, am quite stressed. Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I took pictures of the &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;favourite spot&lt;/span&gt; in my room; pictures I posted up on my wall to &lt;em&gt;remind me everyday how fortunate I am to be surrounded by people who cares for me, and people I care about dearly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350228091691787906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/Sj_UGkia5oI/AAAAAAAAC4A/COEpv6zdN20/s320/P1090808.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350224502786386482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/Sj_Q1q0sajI/AAAAAAAAC34/5s-RyPGMk-M/s320/P1090806.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350231304308854978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/Sj_XBkeBEMI/AAAAAAAAC4I/OiXirseJgr4/s320/P1090802.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I'm an &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt; fan as you can see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;beautiful &lt;/span&gt;on the&lt;em&gt; inside&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;strong&gt; and&lt;/strong&gt; the outside :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/Sj_KhOE_phI/AAAAAAAAC3o/eCaV0eRrvvY/s1600-h/P1090801.JPG"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350217554402977298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/Sj_KhOE_phI/AAAAAAAAC3o/eCaV0eRrvvY/s320/P1090801.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Each time I'm about to fly home, I will still always have that strong anticipation and the i-cannot-wait-to-go-back feeling... and I'm glad to be feeling this way, because &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;home will always be home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-2695505828001530738?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/2695505828001530738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=2695505828001530738' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/2695505828001530738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/2695505828001530738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-have-so-much-in-my-mind-that.html' title='Going home, yet again'/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_0z9JWflLUvg/Sj_UGkia5oI/AAAAAAAAC4A/COEpv6zdN20/s72-c/P1090808.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921077308466356084.post-8531984555748416646</id><published>2009-06-03T21:38:00.021+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T02:07:24.148+10:00</updated><title type='text'>This is to a dear old friend of mine,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342789052066320674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SiVmVeZCUSI/AAAAAAAAC3I/AGOo2D8sgCM/s320/P1070891.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342785306139490482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SiVi7bue-LI/AAAAAAAAC3A/cH7AIhKKRh8/s320/P1070893.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;... she gave me one of the &lt;strong&gt;best &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;most memorable&lt;/strong&gt; birthday presents I could ever remember;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;handmade photo album&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wonderful little quotes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; everywhere,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pictures of our highschool times&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in the first few pages of the album,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for my &lt;strong&gt;15th birthday present-&lt;/strong&gt; it's been 6 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To the b'day girl: &lt;em&gt;you probably didn't think I remember, did you? I do :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I came across this album when I was unpacking my things at my new house back in KL, and took a pic of it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So happy to be able to find it in my pictures folder and uploaded it :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SiVpAloh68I/AAAAAAAAC3Q/QgNmE4Qz1rc/s1600-h/P1030146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342791991767985090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SiVpAloh68I/AAAAAAAAC3Q/QgNmE4Qz1rc/s320/P1030146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; During our farewell outing @ 1U before I came to Aussie;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember we ate at Old Asia, hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*miss you &amp;amp; that silly boy on the left alott!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;... But most of all, she's one kind-hearted soul who puts her friends above herself.. She never fails to remember her good friend's birthdays, and always takes the effort to come up with something special, to give to that someone. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343078134151690882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SiZtQRFEuoI/AAAAAAAAC3g/uZPoGGYC12o/s320/P1030144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;A pic of just the both of us, 2 years ago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(when I was fitter &amp;amp; slimmer LOL &amp;amp; had to rely on glasses because my eyes were allergic to contacts hehe. thank goodness those days are over ;p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;P.S. Allow (pardon) me to digress for abit- can't believe it's been one and a half years since I did &lt;strong&gt;lasik&lt;/strong&gt;. Can't believe that I could &lt;em&gt;actually&lt;/em&gt; pass to do lasik in the first place- didn't think I could as my allergy was really bad. Very fortunate and thankful that my eyes have been problem-free so far. In fact, my dry eyes syndrome has reduced after lasik! So weird, especially when it's supposed to be &lt;em&gt;drier&lt;/em&gt; due to the thinner layer of cornea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyhow,&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; 21st&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;birthday,&lt;/span&gt; tze yee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;thank you for being a good friend all these years, even now when we're far apart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-8531984555748416646?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/8531984555748416646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=8531984555748416646' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/8531984555748416646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/8531984555748416646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-is-to-dear-old-friend-of-mine.html' title='This is to a dear old friend of mine,'/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_0z9JWflLUvg/SiVmVeZCUSI/AAAAAAAAC3I/AGOo2D8sgCM/s72-c/P1070891.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921077308466356084.post-8558791549324064416</id><published>2009-06-01T18:28:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T22:43:16.521+10:00</updated><title type='text'>'River flows in you' by yiruma</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1p_ebSseEq8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1p_ebSseEq8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i smiled; throughout when this song was played.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;it reminded me so much of this friend i made last semester, and how much we've grown close by talking almost everyday.. and how much i enjoyed talking to him because he's very different from others, in the way he thinks and acts- &lt;em&gt;intriguing. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;he was also the one who introduced me to this song. and the wonders of &lt;strong&gt;yiruma&lt;/strong&gt;. a great pianist my friend was; determined and good, yet humble.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wonder how's he doing now in his exchange programme..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-8558791549324064416?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/8558791549324064416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=8558791549324064416' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/8558791549324064416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/8558791549324064416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2009/06/river-flows-in-you-by-yiruma_02.html' title='&apos;River flows in you&apos; by yiruma'/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921077308466356084.post-7474783413662931708</id><published>2009-05-28T01:21:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T01:33:03.909+10:00</updated><title type='text'>黄昏</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;黄昏&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;过完整个夏天&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;忧伤并没有好一些&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;开车行驶在公路无际无边&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;有离开自己的感觉&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;唱不完一首歌&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;疲倦还剩下黑眼圈&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;感情的世界伤害在所难免&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;黄昏再美终要黑夜&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;依然记得从你口中说出再见坚决如铁&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;昏暗中有种烈日灼身的错觉&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;黄昏的地平线&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;划出一句离别&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;爱情进入永夜&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;依然记得从你眼中滑落的泪伤心欲绝&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;混乱中有种热泪烧伤的错觉&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;黄昏的地平线&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;割断幸福喜悦&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;相爱已经幻灭&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-7474783413662931708?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/7474783413662931708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=7474783413662931708' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/7474783413662931708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/7474783413662931708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post_28.html' title='黄昏'/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921077308466356084.post-6418602138822980550</id><published>2009-05-25T22:26:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T23:39:27.362+10:00</updated><title type='text'>If there's a Queen S,</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;it would most certainly be me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, not Serena you GG watchers. (though deep inside I kinda wish I am :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's queen of &lt;strong&gt;sl-ee-ping&lt;/strong&gt;, my dears.  I woke up at 2pm today (which gives me no reason whatsoever to take anymore naps), and yet I could even sleep again from 8pm till 10pm. Hohoho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping Beauty's talking, yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKOK, I promise after today there will be NO MORE posts about me wasting my time sleeping etc etc. My posts will be about efficiency after today. Watch me! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-6418602138822980550?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/6418602138822980550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=6418602138822980550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/6418602138822980550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/6418602138822980550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2009/05/if-theres-queen-s.html' title='If there&apos;s a Queen S,'/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7921077308466356084.post-7476225659435459300</id><published>2009-05-25T00:03:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T00:32:00.584+10:00</updated><title type='text'>SIGHH*</title><content type='html'>Consequences of choosing sleep over anything else? You miss out a whole lot of fun and excitement in what life has to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like how I missed yet another baddy session today. AND the awesome thai dinner they went to; and patrick taking a whole lot of pics and had to post it on the websitee. Hehee. Ehh why lah must snap snap all when I'm not there. My fault I guess cause they &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; ask me to go- but I already had dinner plans. And the fact that Pat was looking all around for me at the courts did make me feel better ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I made it sound damn dramaaa right? Thing is, how can I enjoy doing something so much and want to do it so badly, yet I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;allow sleep take over things that I enjoy&lt;/span&gt;? How can I even aim or dream to get into the team now? Talk about discipline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Weather's been so lovely these days and I spent it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sleeeping&lt;/span&gt;. I should be out wearing my shorts &amp;amp; mini skirts! Hahah.. Or at least.. do something productive. Like maybe start looking those finance notes. (ugh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS. Why is it that I understand so much better when friends explain to me finance, it's like I engage and I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;get it&lt;/span&gt;. But reading the damn lecture notes is a whole different story. Boo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-7476225659435459300?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/7476225659435459300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=7476225659435459300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/7476225659435459300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/7476225659435459300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2009/05/sighh.html' title='SIGHH*'/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7921077308466356084.post-2275280566586597204</id><published>2009-05-22T20:13:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T20:27:18.924+10:00</updated><title type='text'>No boundaries</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;... by Kara DioGuardi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seconds hours so many days&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know what you want but how long can you wait&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every moment last forever if you feel you’ve lost your way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What if your chances are already gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Started believing that I could be wrong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you give me one good reason&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to fight and never walk away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coz hear I am — still holding on!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every step you climb another mountain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every breathe its harder to believe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You’ll make it through the pain (or through all your aches and pains)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Weather the hurricane&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To get to that one thing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you think the road is going nowhere&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just when you’ve almost gave up on your dreams&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then take it by the hand and show you that you can&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can go higher&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can go deeper&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are no boundaries&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Above and beneath you&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;B-reak every rule coz there’s nothing between you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and your dreams&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every step you climb another mountain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every breathe its harder to believe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh my. I am deeply in love with this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's the Americon Idol 2009 Season 8 finalist song, lyrics by Kara DioGuardi. I've loved every single finalist song, from 'a moment like this' to 'inside your heaven' to 'this is my now' and &lt;strong&gt;this one&lt;/strong&gt; didn't disappoint me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But why oh why! I wanted &lt;strong&gt;Adam Lambert&lt;/strong&gt; to win. :( I didn't catch this season as compared to last season (no astro here mar), but I did watch the finals at D's. And despite Kris Allen portraying a more boy-ish look and kicked ass with 'aint no sunshine' with the piano, however when Adam performed, it's like... I just knew he was gonna get it and wanted him to win.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;then and there.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh well. I wanted Chris Daughtry to win also what 2 seasons ago. He got 4th place instead. But look at now, he's doing so much better than Taylor Hicks. So I guess it doesn't really matter if you do become champion or not, because if you believe you are a star inside, and your fans believe in you, then there's no reason why you will not make it to the top. because you truly are already a star inside you :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;More of the news can be read &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20090521/ap_on_en_tv/us_tv_american_idol"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A pic of the winner in my heart(teehee):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338268551658065778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/ShVW9uE3z3I/AAAAAAAAC0Q/Qio5AxJ5TEw/s320/adam.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;A more boyish look of Adam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The other pics of his are very rock-star gothic-ish lol. Go google him kay! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love love!~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-2275280566586597204?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/2275280566586597204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=2275280566586597204' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/2275280566586597204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/2275280566586597204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2009/05/no-boundaries.html' title='No boundaries'/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_0z9JWflLUvg/ShVW9uE3z3I/AAAAAAAAC0Q/Qio5AxJ5TEw/s72-c/adam.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921077308466356084.post-5844590509532820506</id><published>2009-05-19T02:52:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T20:28:56.330+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Gardasil</title><content type='html'>I just got my 3rd dose of Gardasil today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who don't know about Gardasil, 'GARDASIL is the only cervical cancer vaccine that helps protect against 4 types of human papillomavirus (HPV): 2 types that cause 70% of cervical cancer cases, and 2 more types that cause 90% of genital warts cases', quoted from &lt;a href="http://www.gardasil.com/"&gt;this website&lt;/a&gt;. More can be read there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cut it short, it's to prevent cervical cancer. And apparently, it's the only cancer we can prevent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all the ladies out there, if possible, please go get yourself vaccinated too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterall,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; prevention is better than cure :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-5844590509532820506?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/5844590509532820506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=5844590509532820506' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/5844590509532820506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/5844590509532820506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-just-got-my-3rd-dose-of-gardasil.html' title='Gardasil'/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921077308466356084.post-5346251931690062490</id><published>2009-05-17T03:47:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T05:08:56.318+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Enchanted Maze- 12.04.2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;OK, so today wasn't exactly my day. I was too lazy to get my ass out of bed to play badminton. FFK-ed a friend. :( for a fewtimes already actually sigh. &lt;strong&gt;At work&lt;/strong&gt;, for the first time I &lt;strong&gt;dropped&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;em&gt;broke&lt;/em&gt; a glass. I felt so horrible after that my boss had to ask me to calm down. You can't imagine how I felt there and then. But my day (or rather night) brightened up at a poker homegame. &lt;em&gt;thank you&lt;/em&gt; derek and shaun for inviting/organizing :) all the poker kakis. play like pro only. hehee. i was the noobest among all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaanyways, time for some update. The &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;highlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Easter break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (in which this post was postponed till almost a month later) was my trip to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;rni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ng&lt;/span&gt;ton&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; And who did I spend this lovely day trip with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332320164860007362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SgA08CciE8I/AAAAAAAACzI/jhiblnxL8wI/s320/n595061194_2968273_2727486%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;There you go- Yee Leng, Sue Ann, Lainey &amp;amp; I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332321548529772098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SgA2MlBHJkI/AAAAAAAACzo/jlUdCTxVuAA/s320/n595061194_2968275_6817233%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Very sneaky of them to do this to me :( See if you can notice the obvious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332319962731936578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SgA0wRdce0I/AAAAAAAACzA/1nnXdvEVeLM/s320/n595061194_2968276_647483%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Upon entering the E.M., lainey wasted no time at all and posed like the statue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331854930232420514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/Sf6Nz0ZrKKI/AAAAAAAACy4/oEJJ0Fq6nUw/s320/n595061194_2968285_3829789%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I was the last one to pose, just about when everyone was to leave hehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well what can I say? SAVE THE BEST FOR LAST, my friends :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331854528002461874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/Sf6NcZ-lELI/AAAAAAAACyw/wYTekGfqS8A/s320/n595061194_2968289_841207%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Sue with her dear friend- the map. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(I can't read maps for s*** so I just chuck it into my bag)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331850705253673426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/Sf6J95IPqdI/AAAAAAAACyg/BPAb43GQ-Rk/s320/n595061194_2968328_1568641%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The first maze we tried!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aim: to reach the tyre in the middle following the sequence of 3 colours which I can't remember :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331853276077376786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/Sf6MTiMYRRI/AAAAAAAACyo/xFOgrkL_Tm0/s320/n595061194_2968299_7602930%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Lol a little boy solved it! Shame on us, girls! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SgA2BgnpoZI/AAAAAAAACzg/_bqQC2fST9A/s1600-h/n595061194_2968301_3587355%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332321358370677138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SgA2BgnpoZI/AAAAAAAACzg/_bqQC2fST9A/s320/n595061194_2968301_3587355%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Farmyard time! It was Sue's favourite if I'm not mistaken :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SgA1rjs1ruI/AAAAAAAACzY/Dwa96b_KjWg/s1600-h/n595061194_2968305_1121973%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332320981240622818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SgA1rjs1ruI/AAAAAAAACzY/Dwa96b_KjWg/s320/n595061194_2968305_1121973%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The little boy is sooo cute!! I swear. he kept playing 'chasing' with the duck and lamb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SgA1HTi1nhI/AAAAAAAACzQ/A0tQFl7R8cc/s1600-h/n595061194_2968300_313980%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332320358428417554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SgA1HTi1nhI/AAAAAAAACzQ/A0tQFl7R8cc/s320/n595061194_2968300_313980%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The UP DOWN maze;&lt;br /&gt;like you must go up, then down, then up to achieve the end spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/Sf6ILdJUfBI/AAAAAAAACyQ/cpboPurmJgM/s1600-h/n595061194_2972486_6894433%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331848739236903954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/Sf6ILdJUfBI/AAAAAAAACyQ/cpboPurmJgM/s320/n595061194_2972486_6894433%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A beautiful garden that is :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(with an equally beautiful model too perhaps? hehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331848341623569106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/Sf6H0T66etI/AAAAAAAACyA/d5bWjTnUIk8/s320/n595061194_2972513_2410801%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Glorious, glorious flowers!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331843291400349954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/Sf6DOWX3qQI/AAAAAAAACxY/t3gykJ0C-l4/s320/n595061194_2972519_3872378%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahh, the maze we came here for: &lt;strong&gt;The Maize Maze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now this reminds me of the Harry Potter's maze. the one where you read in the 4th book? the one where harry and cedric touched the trophy together and was brought to harry's parents' grave and met voldemort... turned out the trophy was a key.. something key. shucks i forgot what's it called. goes to show we lose touch of something when we don't keep up with it often. anyway i shall stop here and go on no more about harry potter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(don't want my mum to go: "wei lynn how old are you? please act like your age! so old already still talking about harry potter all the time!" *sighs...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331841512150285890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/Sf6BmyJmPkI/AAAAAAAACxI/nPsPWWJMBLU/s320/n595061194_2972523_1659251%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Us with shades; don't we just look COOL? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331847321771450786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/Sf6G48rOIaI/AAAAAAAACx4/AQToJ4K4i1U/s320/n595061194_2972528_2303056%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;At a japanese garden after the maze; haha my face in a hole! I likee this picture :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331843069098347602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/Sf6DBaO8TFI/AAAAAAAACxQ/zHK4qSBZmB8/s320/n595061194_2972516_2347623%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; At the souveneir shop; YL and Sue rekindling their childhood princess days! hehe :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331846920707130066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/Sf6GhmmCQtI/AAAAAAAACxw/aeLaXLQO8bE/s320/n595061194_2972498_7180895%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;This one&lt;/strong&gt;, on the other hand... looks like an evil princess :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331848481454747890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/Sf6H8c1Q8PI/AAAAAAAACyI/QfCzOH-ADdA/s320/n595061194_2972490_5697801%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; See I proved you guys right!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331849792904251522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/Sf6JIyXMSII/AAAAAAAACyY/8QJ8z7hmEYY/s320/n595061194_2972499_260152%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I was so into the bangles and accessories alike. Like, really really into it. Was so close to buying 2 of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331846500454215554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/Sf6GJJB7r4I/AAAAAAAACxo/nydPtK-YXEs/s320/n595061194_2972514_949860%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sue really wanted a lollipop!! Ooh reminds me of that lollipop song, mm i love :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And finally, to call it a day at the 'Enchanted Maze' which in FB, YL calls it the 'not so' enchanted maze ;) hehe- we got somone to take us a group pic. if you realized, the only group pic we had was the one at the entrance, and this one here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/Sf6DWy1ChPI/AAAAAAAACxg/0w8IEKleFT4/s1600-h/n595061194_2972534_5584213%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331843436477842674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/Sf6DWy1ChPI/AAAAAAAACxg/0w8IEKleFT4/s320/n595061194_2972534_5584213%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thank you for the lovely time, girls! I had so much fun I hope you girls had, too! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Thank you for the photos, YL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;After which we headed to the Mornington Spa to unwind....&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-5346251931690062490?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/5346251931690062490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=5346251931690062490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/5346251931690062490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/5346251931690062490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2009/05/enchanted-maze-12042009.html' title='The Enchanted Maze- 12.04.2009'/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_0z9JWflLUvg/SgA08CciE8I/AAAAAAAACzI/jhiblnxL8wI/s72-c/n595061194_2968273_2727486%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921077308466356084.post-7965415037314134739</id><published>2009-05-17T03:00:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T04:16:58.547+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Zen-like? Tranquility? It's...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Mornington&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;SPA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(btw I didn't come out with Zen-like, it was elaine who kept going on and on about zen)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SfX2tVRLCMI/AAAAAAAACwg/JoqAcTi7PnA/s1600-h/n595061194_2972625_7629345%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329436992726567106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SfX2tVRLCMI/AAAAAAAACwg/JoqAcTi7PnA/s320/n595061194_2972625_7629345%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ooh nice lightings; to heal the soul eh? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SfX2ZBDgM7I/AAAAAAAACwY/S_AYImSXn_o/s1600-h/n595061194_2972624_7101821%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329436643703141298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SfX2ZBDgM7I/AAAAAAAACwY/S_AYImSXn_o/s320/n595061194_2972624_7101821%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Us girlies posing outside at the 'tranquil' garden before our mud bath!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, now... Camwhoring time!! We made full use of that 'swinging couch' in the relaxing room where we were served tea before entering our private bath rooms :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SfX2Pxgx6MI/AAAAAAAACwQ/03CfQpIlkv0/s1600-h/n595061194_2972617_2930971%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329436484912146626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SfX2Pxgx6MI/AAAAAAAACwQ/03CfQpIlkv0/s320/n595061194_2972617_2930971%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Introducing our &lt;em&gt;geisha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SfX0ro5G3zI/AAAAAAAACwI/rsw4zV3o0WM/s1600-h/n595061194_2972620_2281628%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329434764611346226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SfX0ro5G3zI/AAAAAAAACwI/rsw4zV3o0WM/s320/n595061194_2972620_2281628%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The sweetest girl you'll ever find~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329434435106992882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SfX0YdZJcvI/AAAAAAAACv4/inBxBJ_HjYA/s320/n595061194_2972629_4202490%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Miss hot stuff ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SfX0iD51axI/AAAAAAAACwA/HFdkeKLiRAA/s1600-h/n595061194_2972627_6070297%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329434600063462162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SfX0iD51axI/AAAAAAAACwA/HFdkeKLiRAA/s320/n595061194_2972627_6070297%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And finally, yours truly. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;mud bath&lt;/strong&gt; was so-so.. not worth the money i feel. plus i kept coming out of the bath because it was making me breathless! if i go again next time to mornington spa, i'd probably try the massage instead :p nevertheless it was an experience. and the company that matters, definitely. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-7965415037314134739?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/7965415037314134739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=7965415037314134739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/7965415037314134739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/7965415037314134739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2009/05/zen-like-tranquility-its.html' title='Zen-like? Tranquility? It&apos;s...'/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_0z9JWflLUvg/SfX2tVRLCMI/AAAAAAAACwg/JoqAcTi7PnA/s72-c/n595061194_2972625_7629345%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921077308466356084.post-3294283439261007012</id><published>2009-05-15T23:58:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T00:40:25.122+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;the most&lt;strong&gt; self-less&lt;/strong&gt; and greatest deed are the ones that are &lt;strong&gt;untold&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and that's what makes it remarkable. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-3294283439261007012?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/3294283439261007012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=3294283439261007012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/3294283439261007012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/3294283439261007012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2009/05/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes...'/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7921077308466356084.post-2124986493988341299</id><published>2009-05-15T23:53:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T00:26:03.192+10:00</updated><title type='text'>home on a friday night hehe :)</title><content type='html'>derek - even in the darkness, i can see how happy you are. says:&lt;br /&gt;WEI LYNN?&lt;br /&gt;derek - even in the darkness, i can see how happy you are. says:&lt;br /&gt;HOME ON A FRIDAY NIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;derek - even in the darkness, i can see how happy you are. says:&lt;br /&gt;are u freaking kidding me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;derek - even in the darkness, i can see how happy you are. says:&lt;br /&gt;oh im sorry&lt;br /&gt;derek - even in the darkness, i can see how happy you are. says:&lt;br /&gt;im in shock&lt;br /&gt;derek - even in the darkness, i can see how happy you are. says:&lt;br /&gt;wut a rare occasion&lt;br /&gt;derek - even in the darkness, i can see how happy you are. says:&lt;br /&gt;*event&lt;br /&gt;derek - even in the darkness, i can see how happy you are. says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;derek - even in the darkness, i can see how happy you are. says:&lt;br /&gt;its like when the dinosaurs died&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hence the reason you see this post now :) hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our last minute marketing assignment due yesterday totally &lt;strong&gt;worn me out&lt;/strong&gt;. plus my sleeping time this week has gone &lt;strong&gt;haywired&lt;/strong&gt;! i sleep at the &lt;em&gt;oddest times&lt;/em&gt;. from 7-10 pm. then will stay awake till 4-5 a.m., then sleep and wake up at 1pm! *Sighs.. time for a change!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Sorry Chings!!!!!! I really wanted to go over. Please believe me. Put alarm some more ok. at 9 p.m. But when it rang I just smashed it and went back to sleep. :( Sigh, am totally missing out on the popcorns and company. and you're right, instead of waking up at 3 a.m., I am up now at midnight. Gonna watch GG, and MAYBE audio the CM lecture we both missed today. :) you should, too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-2124986493988341299?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/2124986493988341299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=2124986493988341299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/2124986493988341299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/2124986493988341299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2009/05/derek-even-in-darkness-i-can-see-how.html' title='home on a friday night hehe :)'/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7921077308466356084.post-1710646644569782081</id><published>2009-05-14T02:37:00.010+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T03:25:54.569+10:00</updated><title type='text'>3.17 in the morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hello everyone! I just &lt;strong&gt;brushed my teeth&lt;/strong&gt; in attempt not to have supper. It has never stopped me before though, but tonight it has been going on quite ok so far.. heheh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Only had a chocolate bar, that's it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh and a piece of bread with coffee. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not really supper right? Hehee.. as opposed to my normal supper portions lah. :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ah, the mention of food. Let me show you something, hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335356824035775810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/Sgr-w3ab1UI/AAAAAAAAC0A/cjScDqeit0w/s320/P1090137.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Looks delicious, right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Took me&lt;strong&gt; so much &lt;/strong&gt;hard work to prepare....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I was being lame. I didn't prepare the above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I prepared these instead:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335352772469619042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/Sgr7FCJyeWI/AAAAAAAACzw/h2uIYFCvQL8/s320/P1090518.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rice with choy sum, beef&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335354154081003794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/Sgr8VdDnKRI/AAAAAAAACz4/-0DVgr41ycU/s320/P1090519.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;with minced pork &amp;amp; egg as a side dish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More believable right now? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Gosh I didn't know I can be quite lame sometimes. Humour me, it's 3.17 a.m yo!! And so many people are still on msn. All these nocturnal people, tsk tsk. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And sigh I didn't know the ERC library closes so early. Couldn't return the DVDs I borrowed yesterday. 'cause it's an overnight loan, maximum can only borrow one night :( hope they don't fine me. &lt;strong&gt;I really didn't know&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm gonna plead my case tomorrow. Quite paranoid already cause the marketing book I borrowed, I returned it one day late and I got fined. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 bucks&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OK, blogging makes me tired, am gonna go zzz already. Night all!! Sweet dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S. I had this dream last night it was so sweet I didn't want to wake up at all. What I couldn't believe was, I actually &lt;em&gt;allowed &lt;/em&gt;myself to dream of this. It's been so long. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-1710646644569782081?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/1710646644569782081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=1710646644569782081' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/1710646644569782081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/1710646644569782081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello-everyone-i-just-brushed-my-teeth.html' title='3.17 in the morning'/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_0z9JWflLUvg/Sgr-w3ab1UI/AAAAAAAAC0A/cjScDqeit0w/s72-c/P1090137.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921077308466356084.post-1286120618188923059</id><published>2009-05-13T01:49:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T03:27:59.138+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Britneyy &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lost in an image, in a dream &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But there's no one there to wake her up &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the world is spinning and she keeps on winning &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But tell me, what happens when it stops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Isn't she lovely? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This Hollywood girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And they say.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's so lucky &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's a star &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But she cry cry cries in her lonely heart &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thinking, if there's nothign missing in my life &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then why do these tears come at night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'Lucky'- Britney Spears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-1286120618188923059?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/1286120618188923059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=1286120618188923059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/1286120618188923059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/1286120618188923059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2009/05/lost-in-image-in-dream-but-theres-no.html' title='Britneyy &lt;3'/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7921077308466356084.post-8756659959985261682</id><published>2009-05-09T21:19:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T23:33:22.240+10:00</updated><title type='text'>My favourite Korean song :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0NcGkVBUtq0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0NcGkVBUtq0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introduced by Ken and Jieun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Doing assignment in a completely new, foreign place can be productive. And I realized that if I focus, anything can be done in a short span of time. Sadly, I can't focus long enough on one thing. And once I've done a bit I feel complacent. Not good :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-8756659959985261682?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/8756659959985261682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=8756659959985261682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/8756659959985261682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/8756659959985261682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='My favourite Korean song :)'/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7921077308466356084.post-8880909083441495430</id><published>2009-05-09T18:18:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T19:07:47.020+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions are always hard to make- especially when it comes to shopping</title><content type='html'>I was estatic when badminton session was cancelled today for I thought I could use this time to work on my marketing assignment, do some light shopping for friends' birthday presents, go to the gym, and still don't feel guilty about it, you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sigh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad to say but I did only the shopping part. I'm so bl**dy indecisive, I tell you. I annoy myself so much sometimes that I will scold myself over and over again to be firm- but still to no avail!! Still so indecisive! Like yesterday and today in SUPRE, my god, I spent hours there deciding whether I should get this colour or that colour because for every top they have so god damn many colours. &lt;strong&gt;I hate choices sometimes. &lt;/strong&gt;And after deciding the colour, I will then think again if I should ACTUALLY get the damn top because I have something similar. And SOMETIMES, after buying the good, I will think OVER again if I really do like or need it, and if I don't, I go back to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I sound like I have to get it my way, but seriously, I'm going to put this indecisiveness to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'penny wise pound foolish' &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the shoe-leather costs (an economic term used to explain going around keep finding for the best deal but pardon me if I'm wrong), TIME costs, EFFORT costs, etc. Worth it?? &lt;strong&gt;NO!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S. &lt;/strong&gt;I hope I didn't scare anyone off about my indecisiveness. and I hope you won't freak out if I were to ask you to come shopping with me next time. :( But come to think of it, now that I actually unleash my weakness of being indecisive, at least the next time I do go shopping with any of you, I will not dare to be fickle-minded anymore, right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ANYWAY&lt;/span&gt;, today I had the &lt;strong&gt;best &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;yumcha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(known as dim sum over here) for brunch! A very big &lt;em&gt;thank you&lt;/em&gt; to ILSS for subsidizing it. The money we paid was SO WORTH IT. Hahah, went with Hil, Chings, G and Shash. They crack me up like mad! They counted the plates of dishes we had and the costs JUST to see how much "profit" we earned- in other words, how much we gained from paying that amount la. Btw, 5 of us whooped 40 plates. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-8880909083441495430?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/8880909083441495430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=8880909083441495430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/8880909083441495430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/8880909083441495430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2009/05/decisions-are-always-hard-to-make.html' title='Decisions are always hard to make- especially when it comes to shopping'/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7921077308466356084.post-1381022867993508611</id><published>2009-05-09T02:56:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T03:08:03.965+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Kelly Clarkson stays true to herself</title><content type='html'>Have a read up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.star-ecentral.com/news/story.asp?file=/2009/5/8/music/3839574&amp;amp;sec=music"&gt;http://www.star-ecentral.com/news/story.asp?file=/2009/5/8/music/3839574&amp;amp;sec=music&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always knew she was different from other artists. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among my favourites- &lt;em&gt;'A moment like this'&lt;/em&gt; caught my attention during the idol, &lt;em&gt;'because of you'&lt;/em&gt; hit me when i was going through my then relationship breakup, &lt;em&gt;'breakaway&lt;/em&gt;' is one song i can never get bored of, &lt;em&gt;'never again'&lt;/em&gt; stunned me with her rock strong vocals, and &lt;em&gt;'my life would suck without you'&lt;/em&gt; is the song i play most often on my ipod when walking to uni. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Kelly Clarkson!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-1381022867993508611?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/1381022867993508611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=1381022867993508611' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/1381022867993508611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/1381022867993508611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2009/05/kelly-clarkson-stays-true-to-herself.html' title='Kelly Clarkson stays true to herself'/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921077308466356084.post-5492928907371555252</id><published>2009-05-07T23:34:00.010+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T01:33:07.775+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Overwhelmed by the power of knowledge</title><content type='html'>Today, I attended a marketing tutorial taught by another tutor as I missed mine yesterday. As marketing is a very subjective subject, different tutors have different teaching styles. I happen to really like the one I attended today &lt;strong&gt;despite&lt;/strong&gt; not getting any tutorial answers at all from any powerpoint slides (thus not having to rush and copy answers given and missed out on listening to important points); &lt;strong&gt;despite&lt;/strong&gt; having nothing structured to bring home to as a safety net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In spite of all these&lt;/strong&gt;, I walked out of the class a much more knowledgeable person than before. After all the listening and engaging, I understood marketing in a better and different perspective, something you won't get out of the textbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Knowledge IS power&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;; and the tutor today oozed out a hell lot of general knowledge and confidence. He even ended the class with: 'Don't think I've covered questions 3 and 4 did I? Oh well it doesn't matter. What we discussed about today is good enough to bring you to the exam'. Yes, he's that confident. Questions 1 and 2 weren't even answered strucutredly, they were answered without us even knowing they were answered because he brought in various companies and scenarios to let us comprehend better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy has a modified quote altogether though, she goes '&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Applied &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;knowledge is Power', which I find to be even more true because if you don't apply it, to what use does it have to you, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowledge is something I yearn for now and I really hope to buck up on my general knowledge as I'm aware of how "unknowledgeable" I can be when engaging in different conversations with different people. *sighs* in fact, i'm the &lt;strong&gt;worst &lt;/strong&gt;in my family. I'm not kidding! My brothers- &lt;em&gt;younger&lt;/em&gt; brothers, always tease me that i'm book smart, but not street smart. Damn. About time I take some action eh? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And great hehe- I just found the answer for my last business finance assignment question from google, which consequently led me to a reliable site. hehe. I wasn't sure because everyone had different answers. Thank you Google, there's a reason why you're listed as one of the top global companies in the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-5492928907371555252?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/5492928907371555252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=5492928907371555252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/5492928907371555252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/5492928907371555252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2009/05/knowledge-is-power.html' title='Overwhelmed by the power of knowledge'/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7921077308466356084.post-6059812365666118745</id><published>2009-05-04T02:02:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T02:15:43.909+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Benefit of the doubt</title><content type='html'>In life, it's easy to want things your way and expect things to turn out the way you want it to be. But does it always happen? No. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same goes to people in life. It's easier to give others the benefit of the doubt, rather than jump into conclusions and start the whole pondering, wondering and eventually accusing thing. because if someone doesn't treat you the way they used to treat you, or the way you expect them to treat you, it could be because of a whole lot of reasons. that person might have just gone through a hard time, or has just heard some bad news which made him or her react in this way, or just has undissolved issues in his or her life. &lt;strong&gt;'to emphatise and not to critisize'&lt;/strong&gt;, i quote. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish to give you this benefit and I think &lt;strong&gt;I will&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterall, we wish to be given this benefit too in circumstances where these do happen. Pardon me if I'm wrong. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-6059812365666118745?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/6059812365666118745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=6059812365666118745' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/6059812365666118745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/6059812365666118745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2009/05/benefit-of-doubt.html' title='Benefit of the doubt'/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921077308466356084.post-4885122058421672477</id><published>2009-04-29T23:48:00.009+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T02:35:34.696+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Midnight rambles!-</title><content type='html'>Melbourne Uni students are crazy! Was at ERC till past midnight and so many people were still there! Omg, what are they doing there till so late. So hardworking meh :( In comparison to me.. sigh. Anyhow I was there too tonight because had to do some last minute work hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was researching on companies for my 30% marketing group assignment, and realized that I know barely half of the top 20 global companies!! talk about me being a commerce student. &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;super shy&lt;/span&gt;. but but!! now i know ok?? so no one can tease me about it! at least the top 10 la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what caught my attention?? The mention of FB in.. look below!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;BusinessWeek&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;'s number &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;40&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in the &lt;a href="http://bwnt.businessweek.com/interactive_reports/innovative_50_2009/?chan=magazine+channel_in%3A+inside+innovation"&gt;top 50 most innovative companies&lt;/a&gt; with 51% of its customers who thinks so. But it's dropped from rank 29 last year, quite surprising I feel. Considering that it always 'innovates' itself... always got new layout etc etc! well I doubt I belong to the 51% :p i hardly log onto fb nowadays. lazy la :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Fortune&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;a href="http://money.cnn.com/magazines/fortune/global500/2008/full_list/"&gt;Global 500&lt;/a&gt; for the year 2008- ranks 2 to 4 are all owned by the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Petroleum Refining industry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Exxon Mobil&lt;/span&gt; taking number 2, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Royal Dutch Shell&lt;/span&gt; taking number 3 and&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; BP&lt;/span&gt; taking number 4 consequently. Each originated from Texas, U.S., Netherlands and Britain respectively. BUT, under the &lt;a href="http://money.cnn.com/magazines/fortune/global500/2008/performers/industries/fastgrowers/"&gt;fastest growing top industries&lt;/a&gt;, this industry is still &lt;strong&gt;behind Banks&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I am amazed myself. Talking things OF SUBSTANCE for once. ;D hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry If I sound a bit sampat tonight, it's 2 a.m. and I just had &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;4 pieces of bread with &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nutella&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;strong&gt;my &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;chocolate &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;milk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and I fried myself &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;2 &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;eggs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! SIGHH. blame the cold weather. it's freakishly cold it sinks into my bones. :( had to cling on to my &lt;strong&gt;best friend&lt;/strong&gt; once again *hehe michelle would understand this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, based on my last post.. there was this 'ambitious' part of me stated in there. I have to tell you that it died down a little. I guess &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;at different stages in our lives, we yearn for different things.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; In primary, high school etc, you go for clubs and socities, but in University.. after being in ICSS and baddy club for 1st and 2nd year, I just want to enjoy my 3rd year (which is next semester). Get a &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;part time job&lt;/span&gt;, go to the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;gym,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;study&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(this is supposed to be the first shuucks!), &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;hang out with friends I enjoy hanging out with&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;party&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;play sports I like&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;chill out&lt;/span&gt;... and... &lt;em&gt;maybe&lt;/em&gt; poker. :) hehe! okay, okay. that minor infatuation with it is now fading off. haven't even managed to youtube wsop as recommended by ken. lol. maybe i will do that now actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*NEVERTHELESS, friends who are running for various high posts have my utmost, complete support still! Go SY &amp;amp; JS!! You guys make me proud :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm superrr hyper now lah after eating so much!! terrible me. while miss elaine is swimming and exercising away with a very strict diet... her partner in crime is sinning all the way. sigh, nvm, i shall.. go to sleep now. with a satisfied tummy. and embracing the cold some more. how much better does it get, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-4885122058421672477?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/4885122058421672477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=4885122058421672477' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/4885122058421672477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/4885122058421672477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2009/04/midnight-rambles.html' title='Midnight rambles!-'/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921077308466356084.post-5410554606164668100</id><published>2009-04-29T01:35:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T01:55:17.389+10:00</updated><title type='text'>touched :)</title><content type='html'>S. says:&lt;br /&gt;S. says (1:20 AM):&lt;br /&gt;shes very nice la&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;approachable&lt;br /&gt;Dr. ¶«Gø±h¡¢» Lee says (1:20 AM):&lt;br /&gt;yes yes&lt;br /&gt;she is&lt;br /&gt;and a very sweet face&lt;br /&gt;S. says (1:21 AM):&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;Dr. ¶«Gø±h¡¢» Lee says (1:21 AM):&lt;br /&gt;and ambitious as well&lt;br /&gt;she comes across as confident too&lt;br /&gt;S. says:&lt;br /&gt;S. says (1:21 AM):&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;she is&lt;br /&gt;S. says (1:22 AM):&lt;br /&gt;very smart girl&lt;br /&gt;Dr. ¶«Gø±h¡¢» Lee says (1:22 AM):&lt;br /&gt;yup yup&lt;br /&gt;very caring and motherly like as well&lt;br /&gt;S. says (1:23 AM):&lt;br /&gt;yeahh&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Dr. ¶«Gø±h¡¢» Lee says (1:23 AM):&lt;br /&gt;and she cracks me up ALL THE FREAKING TIME&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;S. says (1:23 AM):&lt;br /&gt;YEAH&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHHAHA&lt;br /&gt;me too man&lt;br /&gt;Dr. ¶«Gø±h¡¢» Lee says (1:26 AM):&lt;br /&gt;every little thing she does&lt;br /&gt;is just so dam&lt;br /&gt;S. says:&lt;br /&gt;Dr. ¶«Gø±h¡¢» Lee says (1:26 AM):&lt;br /&gt;every little thing she does&lt;br /&gt;is just so damn fucking funny&lt;br /&gt;S. says (1:27 AM):&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Dr. ¶«Gø±h¡¢» Lee says (1:27 AM):&lt;br /&gt;glad to have her in my life..&lt;br /&gt;Dr. ¶«Gø±h¡¢» Lee says (1:28 AM):&lt;br /&gt;S. says (1:29 AM):&lt;br /&gt;hhaha&lt;br /&gt;awww&lt;br /&gt;u shd tell her tat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know, I love you both too. :) Gorgeous girls with the biggest hearts ever, and girls who put a smile on everyone's faces :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-5410554606164668100?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/5410554606164668100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=5410554606164668100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/5410554606164668100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/5410554606164668100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2009/04/touched.html' title='touched :)'/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7921077308466356084.post-1955373361606629156</id><published>2009-04-26T00:46:00.008+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T02:04:16.968+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I call? Or should I fold?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The pot was huge with raises &amp;amp; all of that. I got a &lt;strong&gt;Kings pair&lt;/strong&gt;, or a pocket kings in poker terms. The flop had an&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Ace and Nine in it, and player 1 had been raising consistently. I called whenever he raised, and the table of 4 has been reduced to 3. At the river (lol I just googled the term), player 1 went ALL IN. Player 2 was deciding whether to call; and I, stood there not knowing if I should, too. I took the advice of a friend that if player 2 calls, I should fold. After all, P2 might have something, no? And in my mind, I've always thought P1 had an Ace pair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Showdown time (gosh I'm beginning to sound like a poker player now eesh!), Player 1 had nine pair. Player 2, I can't remember but it was better than what Player 1 had, but NOT as good as my hand's. The already BIG pot went to P2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was on the lead. After this move, everything went downhill. It was me vs P2 who didn't quite show me mercy ;) Lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After the tournament where we supported player 2 in the final table whom lost, we headed back to P2's place for a &lt;em&gt;home game&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SfMocDajoyI/AAAAAAAACvI/8mDdcCKn3pU/s1600-h/P1090434.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328647246527570722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SfMocDajoyI/AAAAAAAACvI/8mDdcCKn3pU/s400/P1090434.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me &lt;strong&gt;'owning'&lt;/strong&gt; after 4 players being reduced to 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So it was me vs C &lt;strong&gt;this time&lt;/strong&gt;. Got him to take a pic of me with my 'bundle' of chips, and since then- everything went downhill yet again! Boooooo..... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Apparently, I &lt;strong&gt;angered&lt;/strong&gt; the 'poker gods' because I was being abit too confident??&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Poker oh poker! You &lt;strong&gt;made my night&lt;/strong&gt; and that 17 dollars was worth it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was the thought of Ken who made me join this tourney and I'm glad I did. He loves poker and always talks about it, I feel that now I can share my joy with him too^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love you, Ken!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And thank you to D, YT, YL and JS for coming when I asked :) and C for supporting heh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-1955373361606629156?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/1955373361606629156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=1955373361606629156' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/1955373361606629156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/1955373361606629156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2009/04/should-i-call.html' title='Should I call? Or should I fold?'/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_0z9JWflLUvg/SfMocDajoyI/AAAAAAAACvI/8mDdcCKn3pU/s72-c/P1090434.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921077308466356084.post-5838217321307755481</id><published>2009-04-23T18:06:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T18:36:33.734+10:00</updated><title type='text'>You can't judge a book by its cover</title><content type='html'>Everyone, go to this link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9lp0IWv8QZY"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9lp0IWv8QZY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, you will not regret watching it. I almost had tears in my eyes at the end! Thanks to mummy yet again for another one of her valued emails. It is so true that &lt;strong&gt;you can't judge a book by its cover. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I don't understand why some people just can't take compliments. It's good that you are humble and modest, but &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;overly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; doing it, not so good. Especially if you &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; are good at that something and the end result proves so; yet when people praise you you totally push it and give so many reasons saying why you are not good. It can be quite annoying at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be like that, but a colleague adviced me that I should accept the compliment (if it is true), and say a polite &lt;em&gt;'thank you'&lt;/em&gt;. That sounds much better, no??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE WEEKEND IS NEARRRR! omg i can almost &lt;em&gt;smell &lt;/em&gt;it. fun weekend ahead :) and i hope to play badminton this weekend as i've laid off racquets for almost half a year already! boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last mid-semester test tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luck oh luck, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;wherefore art thou? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need you tomorrow. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-5838217321307755481?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/5838217321307755481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=5838217321307755481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/5838217321307755481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/5838217321307755481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-cant-judge-book-by-its-cover.html' title='You can&apos;t judge a book by its cover'/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7921077308466356084.post-3565473880422807936</id><published>2009-04-17T22:55:00.012+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T23:42:07.821+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Of discipline &amp; being focused.</title><content type='html'>Wei Lynn, I know you got off work early tonight, but please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;say &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt; to &lt;strong&gt;Seven&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;say &lt;strong&gt;no &lt;/strong&gt;to your &lt;strong&gt;bed&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;say&lt;strong&gt; no&lt;/strong&gt; to&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gossip Girl&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and say &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to frank tate &amp;amp; books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Talk about discipline. About time I pick it up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Especially if I want this back: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SeiDOwvWx3I/AAAAAAAACu0/MaVh9kdwYxA/s1600-h/lynn+%26+mummy+in+front+of+villa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325650848990545778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SeiDOwvWx3I/AAAAAAAACu0/MaVh9kdwYxA/s320/lynn+%26+mummy+in+front+of+villa.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&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;Mummy &amp;amp; I; &lt;strong&gt;3 years ago. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Oh how I &lt;strong&gt;missed&lt;/strong&gt; being &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;It all starts with discipline, discipline, and discipline...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;"Hello&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;FT,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; come!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-3565473880422807936?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/3565473880422807936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=3565473880422807936' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/3565473880422807936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/3565473880422807936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2009/04/of-discipline-being-focused.html' title='Of discipline &amp;amp; being focused.'/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_0z9JWflLUvg/SeiDOwvWx3I/AAAAAAAACu0/MaVh9kdwYxA/s72-c/lynn+%26+mummy+in+front+of+villa.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921077308466356084.post-3110541194222010246</id><published>2009-04-17T00:13:00.008+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T19:00:31.804+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminisce.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;You know how sometimes some things just appear in your mind out of nowhere, a certain memory, a certain scene..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst attempting to study my finance, I suddenly thought of the fun days I had during my internship stint in PwC, of how i would receive a morning greeting email from chui almost everyday, and chris being chris- always telling me how fat i am and that i should go to the gym with him, and jay son being just like anyone else i know- teasing me non-stop. oh and the lunches chui and i spent together with js!! those lrt moments that we never looked forward to but with company the thought of it just makes it better and bearable. this thought came as this morning's breakfast planned by chui was failed :( *a certain someone didn't pick up his call la lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly I thought of mr.choo as well! he's 1 year my senios in WMS. that clubber. haha. i can still remember how he asked me for my number but i refused to give because he called me one as well! but twas good times, those funny sms-es and emails that made me laugh. speaking of which, he's here at melb for holidays and it was sweet of him to drop me a text, probably should meet up with him if i have the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, while walking to a friend's place in the city, I saw this couple hugging each other tighly in the middle of the street. I can't remember when was the last time I had a proper hug from someone I love and who loves me (excluding family). All I could remember was when I had it from him last time, the feeling was so, so good that you just refuse to let go because you're just lost in your very own world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, at Safeway, I bumped into another of my brother's friend. I then thought of Ken and Shaun and how much they've grown up and how I wish I could spend more time with them. Hearing ken's friends talk about how much they miss him and like him, about how funny he is, and how some of them are flying back early just to catch him before he goes to switz, makes me feel so proud as a sister. I know I haven't talked about shaun much, reason being we haven't shared much to each other- but I hope we will in the future. nevertheless, i still love and miss him so. can't wait to see them both this july.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As these thoughts rummage through my mind, I stopped studying finance and wrote this. I had to, it's memories ok?? And they don't just come whenever you want or like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, a quick update on my uni life thus far. I've got &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3 mid-semester exams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; next week:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday-&lt;strong&gt; Mandarin 5A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday- &lt;strong&gt;Business Finance&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday- &lt;strong&gt;Cost Management&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each worth 20%! Add it all up and it's 60%!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLUS, I am working all night tomorrow and Saturday, too. Mummy says I shouldn't, this week. But we'll see how. Supposed to go Frank tate tonight to study, but I bailed, yet again! Weather too cold la, sigh. Will post up a proper update on my mornington trip when I get hold of the pics!! That will be after my mid-sems. Really gotta buck up on studies this semester.. Can't afford to slack like beforeee! Wish me luck! :D And to those of you are having mid-sems as well, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOOD LUCK!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-3110541194222010246?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/3110541194222010246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=3110541194222010246' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/3110541194222010246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/3110541194222010246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2009/04/reminisce.html' title='Reminisce.'/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921077308466356084.post-725906436330668782</id><published>2009-04-14T21:16:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T21:25:18.056+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Jee's 21st @ Bond Lounge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jee &amp;amp; I go way back; we got close in 2nd and 3rd year in secondary school. And I'm glad we still keep in touch once in a while. We used to have crazy ideas like dying and bleaching our hairs purple (for her) and blue (for me) back then. But we ended up dying it red instead after PMR hehe. And the mini skirt she got me for my 17th birthday present remains as one of my all-time favourite clothing until now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That night I met up with many of my wesley mates and just like old times, I felt so happy and comfortable and at ease.. etc! Guess nothing could ever take back those highschool memories.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;PICS time! decided to snap snap a bit this clubbing night. normally i'm damn lazy to take one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323151466930252578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/Sd-iDk_6KyI/AAAAAAAACtE/b0Cu6f6eqlQ/s320/P1090357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;First, let me introduce.. my cameraman for the night!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/Sd-iuWOci-I/AAAAAAAACtM/8LqlO1AfY9k/s1600-h/P1090337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323152201699068898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/Sd-iuWOci-I/AAAAAAAACtM/8LqlO1AfY9k/s320/P1090337.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And we kicked start the night with.. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;pina colada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; shots&lt;/strong&gt; for only $5 each! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/Sd-haKlBmDI/AAAAAAAACs8/XOb-9ww-wEA/s1600-h/P1090341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323150755463534642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/Sd-haKlBmDI/AAAAAAAACs8/XOb-9ww-wEA/s320/P1090341.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I really&lt;strong&gt; missed&lt;/strong&gt; them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Birthday girl on the right :) :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/Sd-gxZIxDuI/AAAAAAAACs0/do1bu2IFlwM/s1600-h/P1090342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323150054996905698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/Sd-gxZIxDuI/AAAAAAAACs0/do1bu2IFlwM/s320/P1090342.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Benita :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/Sd-gSVwkk0I/AAAAAAAACss/fSvLNYWUktY/s1600-h/P1090346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323149521514173250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/Sd-gSVwkk0I/AAAAAAAACss/fSvLNYWUktY/s320/P1090346.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sarah (who's a promoter at Bond) &amp;amp; I&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;P.S. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SAMMY&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;KEN,&lt;/span&gt; THIS PIC IS FOR YOU BOTH! :P &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;teehee sarah's sammy's sis and my bro's pet sis that's whyy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/Sd-fbB1YRJI/AAAAAAAACsk/EjUQzVQkI_w/s1600-h/P1090350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323148571272823954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/Sd-fbB1YRJI/AAAAAAAACsk/EjUQzVQkI_w/s320/P1090350.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Bumped into a few IH-ers! Joyce &amp;amp; Khatri &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/Sd-e4h2_IvI/AAAAAAAACsc/QFWcC0L5MHA/s1600-h/P1090351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323147978574078706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/Sd-e4h2_IvI/AAAAAAAACsc/QFWcC0L5MHA/s320/P1090351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Richmond hehe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Again, Ken, this pic is for you.. saw so many of your friends okay that night! One by one went 'eh you're ken's sister!' Miss you la dude. Please sms me more. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Justin, CY &amp;amp; I ended our night with:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/Sd-bY0xLU6I/AAAAAAAACsU/TJJRYwv5K1U/s1600-h/P1090359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323144135359288226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/Sd-bY0xLU6I/AAAAAAAACsU/TJJRYwv5K1U/s320/P1090359.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heavenly &amp;amp; orgasmic &lt;/em&gt;:D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;HAPPY 21st AGAIN DEAR, and I'll see you soon after my mid-sems!! *mwah*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-725906436330668782?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/725906436330668782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=725906436330668782' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/725906436330668782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/725906436330668782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2009/04/jees-21st-bond-lounge.html' title='Jee&apos;s 21st @ Bond Lounge'/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_0z9JWflLUvg/Sd-iDk_6KyI/AAAAAAAACtE/b0Cu6f6eqlQ/s72-c/P1090357.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921077308466356084.post-3441087232069610316</id><published>2009-04-12T01:10:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T02:18:50.880+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Lan Tian- Zhang Hui Mei</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The above song depicts what I see in this picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SeBFa_IWRPI/AAAAAAAACtU/oQeccOjnnuw/s1600-h/P1090284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323331089477289202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SeBFa_IWRPI/AAAAAAAACtU/oQeccOjnnuw/s400/P1090284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;clear&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;blue sky&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (in mandarin: lan tian) with a view of the infamous &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;yarra river&lt;/span&gt;, where all the top corporate high rise buildings and offices can be seen in the background. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Breathtaking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, ain't it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I took this picture while walking back from the Botanic Gardens to the city; after completing my duty as a volunteer for the '&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;run&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;kids&lt;/span&gt;' marathon. I fell in love with the view immediately, albeit not the first time capturing it. And amidst all the people whisking past me, I stood there; still, and took in &lt;strong&gt;this&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;More of the race can be read &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.runforthekids.com.au/r4k/news02.asp"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323341564712531698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SeBO8ubDNvI/AAAAAAAACts/bO0Y0UeoOsA/s400/P1090280.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;My duty as a &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;drinks station &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;helper&lt;/span&gt;- to give out water to the &lt;em&gt;enthusiastic,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;driven&lt;/em&gt; runners who are doing this for a good cause.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Felt good after that despite only getting to bed at 2 a.m. and getting up at 5 a.m., thus decided to drop by Diva where I rewarded myself with a purchase of 3 hairbands, &lt;strong&gt;my love&lt;/strong&gt;. All this happened &lt;strong&gt;last Sunday&lt;/strong&gt; on the 5th of April.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Exactly one week later, &lt;/strong&gt;I will be up at the &lt;strong&gt;same time&lt;/strong&gt; yet again(in about 4 hours time!)&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; However, this time I will be leaving to &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mornington&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. One of my designated place in my list to visit and I cannot be more excited. :p &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-3441087232069610316?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/3441087232069610316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=3441087232069610316' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/3441087232069610316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/3441087232069610316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2009/04/lan-tian-zhang-hui-mei.html' title='Lan Tian- Zhang Hui Mei'/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_0z9JWflLUvg/SeBFa_IWRPI/AAAAAAAACtU/oQeccOjnnuw/s72-c/P1090284.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921077308466356084.post-2868457669256205947</id><published>2009-04-10T20:30:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T19:12:14.302+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, my loved ones! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My &lt;strong&gt;one week long&lt;/strong&gt; holiday starts todayy!! And my Easter Friday started off perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/Sd8EKSsudpI/AAAAAAAACsM/UkibgxZSSsw/s1600-h/P1090327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322977859439851154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/Sd8EKSsudpI/AAAAAAAACsM/UkibgxZSSsw/s400/P1090327.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; Had my &lt;strong&gt;roti canai&lt;/strong&gt; for the first time in Melbourne :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/Sd8BohyHu0I/AAAAAAAACsE/0uwQU36-dsc/s1600-h/P1090329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322975080350202690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 327px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/Sd8BohyHu0I/AAAAAAAACsE/0uwQU36-dsc/s400/P1090329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;And&lt;/em&gt; r&lt;em&gt;eceived this from an old primary friend! The &lt;strong&gt;only &lt;/strong&gt;chocolate I love is Ferrero ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty, gotta go get ready for a good girlfriend from highschool's birthday party now! Have a good weekend everyone :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-2868457669256205947?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/2868457669256205947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=2868457669256205947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/2868457669256205947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/2868457669256205947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-friday.html' title='Easter Friday'/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_0z9JWflLUvg/Sd8EKSsudpI/AAAAAAAACsM/UkibgxZSSsw/s72-c/P1090327.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921077308466356084.post-1210884925666465545</id><published>2009-04-06T23:09:00.009+10:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T19:15:45.042+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Kenneth's 21st</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tonight was good! Firstly, again I cooked and I must say, my cooking's getting better.. :) Secondly, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'A lot like love'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was playing on TV and &lt;strong&gt;for the first time&lt;/strong&gt;, I actually sat down and watched the TV. Normally I'll just leave the TV on and my mind will be &lt;em&gt;oblivious &lt;/em&gt;towards the programmes being played. Watching this movie for the 2nd time reminds me of &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Su yi&lt;/span&gt;. Remember dear, we watched it together in One U agesss ago?? Sigh, those were the high school days! One U was our second homee. :) And I was snacking on &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ritz biscuits&lt;/span&gt; + &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Nutella&lt;/span&gt; after my dinner while watching this show. &lt;strong&gt;This&lt;/strong&gt;, feels so fulfilling I tell you. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, back to the post stated above! &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kenneth's 21st birthday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. If there's one person you want to party/club with, it'd be him cause he's always up for parties and he's fun to club with! It's funny how we met. Jason and I was watching a movie after we got our SPM results, and so happened Kenneth and his gang were in front of our row. Kenneth and Jay started talking and somehow I got into the conversation. He so happened to be doing the same course as Cal and so I actually saw him more often due to Cal, and soon enough we started hanging out! Those BBQ pool parties he had and those yamcha sessions, maison clubbing nights and that one particular ruums night when he had to drive to and fro for something! hahaha. those were the days ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He celebrated his 21st @ &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seven&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. My first time stepping into Seven this year! Went there a little more often last year; but this year- decided not visit clubs so much unless it's a good friend's birthday! Have been doing good so far but since it's the &lt;strong&gt;year of 21stss...&lt;/strong&gt; :) you just can't be too sure can you ;p Oh and the theme for the night at seven is NERD night. My, what a theme!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SdtN8RBtGqI/AAAAAAAACrs/g1JumxZTGzA/s1600-h/n559192176_2907761_4918978%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321933082426415778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 358px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SdtN8RBtGqI/AAAAAAAACrs/g1JumxZTGzA/s400/n559192176_2907761_4918978%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And the Birthday Boy &lt;strong&gt;dressed up&lt;/strong&gt; perfectly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He claims we were all NOT dressed up and he among the few who DID.... which was true lah. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321945011930753410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 330px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SdtYyp5LaYI/AAAAAAAACr0/L97krO6guMc/s400/n559192176_2907783_3883086%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Yean May- Kenneth's good friend who took care of him, and who lots of pictures that night :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321945800307402130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 334px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SdtZgi00ZZI/AAAAAAAACr8/B4L3dVay8YY/s400/n753077755_1715896_4669882%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Shaun- Lol somehow we have heard of each other's names before but haven't been formally introduced! A nicee guy nonetheless. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320838366433635026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SddqTaKL6tI/AAAAAAAACqk/kSALxfLYE5o/s400/n753077755_1715901_8346101%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I like :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320839647406221170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 331px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/Sddrd-J2Z3I/AAAAAAAACqs/zxw6INrsubQ/s400/n516390055_2881495_4860584%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yours truly fitting in with the theme. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I fell in love with these glasses!~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;it was a fun night seeeing so many people got high, especially the birthday boy! man, his tolerance is normally damn good, i guess it's called a '21st birthday party' for something, isn't it? :) OK, seeing him again tomorrow night for his birthday dinner! REAL birthday. :D &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;P.S. Got these pictures off FB, didn't take any pics using my camera. Was too lazy =S&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-1210884925666465545?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/1210884925666465545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=1210884925666465545' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/1210884925666465545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/1210884925666465545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2009/04/kenneths-21st.html' title='Kenneth&apos;s 21st'/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_0z9JWflLUvg/SdtN8RBtGqI/AAAAAAAACrs/g1JumxZTGzA/s72-c/n559192176_2907761_4918978%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921077308466356084.post-3939750879936143746</id><published>2009-04-02T23:01:00.013+11:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T19:18:20.876+10:00</updated><title type='text'>we should always do things that makes us happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SeBaO7YtjcI/AAAAAAAACuU/NjR4CnZo9io/s1600-h/050808_gossip02_300x400%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SeBZYDZiOqI/AAAAAAAACuE/ghQB4tHN7SI/s1600-h/1-04-gossip-girl-5306319-400-600%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323353029316065954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SeBZYDZiOqI/AAAAAAAACuE/ghQB4tHN7SI/s320/1-04-gossip-girl-5306319-400-600%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SdScujtK6XI/AAAAAAAACps/ysc_qKd6NrA/s1600-h/1-04-gossip-girl-5306319-400-600%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And watching &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Gossip&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Girl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;always&lt;/em&gt; makes me happy! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hehe.. I may sound a little 'bimbotic', but oh-so-truee! Come on, even guys I know watches GG.. I'm trying to persuade my mom to watch it as well. Lol! For me, GG is not all just about its amazing kick-ass wardrobe which I envy, but it has also got life long lessons to be learned! Marty was just asking me to get over GG the other night, but &lt;strong&gt;nope&lt;/strong&gt;, I shared with him what &lt;strong&gt;wisdom&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;insights &lt;/strong&gt;I've gained through it instead.. He surrendered in the end :p &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323352482686024722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SeBY4PCxvBI/AAAAAAAACt8/A2W-ZxvmZ9k/s320/go210b_0124ra-294b7bf2-t3%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1) It teaches us that in life; we &lt;em&gt;do not&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;and&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;cannot&lt;/em&gt; control everything. Like Blair, she's so used to having everything her way, controlling every single move and action make so as she will get what she wants in the end. Manipulative, is the word for it. And finally, she's given up and it was taking a toll on her life! It's just too stressful to control. We should just let nature takes its course, because everything happens for a reason!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323351746861701522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SeBYNZ4lmZI/AAAAAAAACt0/yHagMmd8YhQ/s320/Gossip-girl-gossip-girl-4998143-342-500%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I particularly liked this top blair's having on; can be seen in season 2-epi 20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2) Nothing is permanent. Love, friendship, career, life... The person you are in love with now may not be someone you will love in the future, likewise too. You may be best friends with someone now but again, both might part ways as you growing up. Life.. someone close to your heart might just leave this world. Blair &amp;amp; Nate, Blair &amp;amp; Chuck, Blair &amp;amp; the Duke, then Blair &amp;amp; Nate &lt;strong&gt;again&lt;/strong&gt;! Omg. See!?! Same goes to Serena &amp;amp; Dan, then Aaron, then Dan again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323354437322203714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SeBaqAoW4kI/AAAAAAAACuc/2aD6s13N9QQ/s320/pg-14-Gossip-girl2-_115566t%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3) If you love someone, and you know that that someone likes you too- please DO tell that someone before it's too late. Don't let your ego take over your heart &amp;amp; feelings!! I quote Dan, 'you have to decide which one's more important to you- keeping your pride and getting &lt;strong&gt;nothing&lt;/strong&gt;; or taking a risk and maybe, &lt;em&gt;maybe &lt;/em&gt;having &lt;strong&gt;everything&lt;/strong&gt;'. How true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323355653091492946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SeBbwxuWBFI/AAAAAAAACuk/MsOmaN857yU/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*Sigh, makes you want to be part of it, no? Back to reality now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; celebrated her &lt;strong&gt;21st&lt;/strong&gt; last Friday, at the Uropa function room! It was 'circus' themed :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SdDIhc9Hz-I/AAAAAAAACpc/I4bVUCPGnXw/s1600-h/2566_64220887329_512112329_2075932_5884166_n%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318971636958351330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 362px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SdDIhc9Hz-I/AAAAAAAACpc/I4bVUCPGnXw/s400/2566_64220887329_512112329_2075932_5884166_n%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is to a girl who deserves nothing but the best ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SdDIY-EcCwI/AAAAAAAACpU/PcdpezxLQhA/s1600-h/2566_64221092329_512112329_2075969_1093436_n%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318971491228584706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SdDIY-EcCwI/AAAAAAAACpU/PcdpezxLQhA/s400/2566_64221092329_512112329_2075969_1093436_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Photos taken by Fazil, an amazing photographer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Vicky&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Su Mei&lt;/span&gt; had their housewarming last Sunday. They live on cardigan/waterloo street, a 2 storey apartment.. really cosy and i liked it straight away. When you walk in, a garden greets you and it makes you like home. Or Alice in wonderland, as I put it :) Thanks for inviting, girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318973698270737602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 359px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SdDKZb8StMI/AAAAAAAACpk/igzRbVghcF8/s400/P1090259.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;part of the group&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SdDDe3e2qJI/AAAAAAAACo0/07iz7yxan7k/s1600-h/2576_145494075693_692520693_6441502_6862613_n%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318966094981408914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SdDDe3e2qJI/AAAAAAAACo0/07iz7yxan7k/s320/2576_145494075693_692520693_6441502_6862613_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Su Mei &amp;amp; I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Ken, remember Su Mei? Hehe.. we took a few pictures and had to choose the best because i told her that i was gonna show ken and she was like 'oh okok must take a nice cause ken is gonna see it!' haha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;OK, am gonna start on my mandarin essay now.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;'wo hen xi huan xie zuo wen' :)*&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-3939750879936143746?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/3939750879936143746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=3939750879936143746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/3939750879936143746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/3939750879936143746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2009/04/we-should-always-do-things-that-makes.html' title='we should always do things that makes us happy'/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_0z9JWflLUvg/SeBZYDZiOqI/AAAAAAAACuE/ghQB4tHN7SI/s72-c/1-04-gossip-girl-5306319-400-600%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921077308466356084.post-8703778163867321288</id><published>2009-03-30T22:19:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T23:57:23.026+11:00</updated><title type='text'>To the most incredible lady in my life-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SdByq4YHZ_I/AAAAAAAACok/v0FXHWKnAjM/s1600-h/n668094056_787936_9987%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318877240938162162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 326px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SdByq4YHZ_I/AAAAAAAACok/v0FXHWKnAjM/s400/n668094056_787936_9987%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Happy &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;5&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;h &lt;/span&gt;Birthday, mummy :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words need not describe how&lt;strong&gt; fortunate&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;grateful&lt;/strong&gt; I am to have you by my side in all I that I do.. I remember you telling ken, shaun &amp;amp; I how the only one wish you have is for us to be good children. well, we are good kids so don't worry k mummy? will bring you out for breakfastS when i come home in june! :) Love you..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-8703778163867321288?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/8703778163867321288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=8703778163867321288' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/8703778163867321288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/8703778163867321288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-most-incredible-lady-in-my-life.html' title='To the most incredible lady in my life-'/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_0z9JWflLUvg/SdByq4YHZ_I/AAAAAAAACok/v0FXHWKnAjM/s72-c/n668094056_787936_9987%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921077308466356084.post-543395954946595644</id><published>2009-03-29T01:50:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T03:58:12.064+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Save tonight- eagle eye cherry ;)</title><content type='html'>*sore feet, but twas a &lt;strong&gt;good saturday night spent&lt;/strong&gt;! my first saturday night since i got back not out for drinks or partying, instead i was doing something i've been wanting to do. :) what i've learned today? we make mistakes, and it feels so much better saying 'i'm sorry it's my fault' (with a smile) rather than giving all reasons to defend yourself. people have different moods at different point in time, and if they look angry or are angry at you, don't &lt;strong&gt;take it personally to your heart&lt;/strong&gt;. put ourselves in their shoes, you'd want people to emphatise with you too, no? :) lastly, always put on a smile wherever you go, a smile is sweeter than any flowery words, a smile brings out the warmth in people, a &lt;strong&gt;smile&lt;/strong&gt; will &lt;em&gt;never go wrong&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was trying to start on my mandarin essay this afternoon, or more like looking at the topic for the first time. i was lost. mandarin in uni is different from high school (PMR and SPM), in terms of essay-writing wise. i'm sure we malaysians were taught to choose 'pembincangan' or 'fakta-fakta' topics right back in those exam days? 'cause writing stories and fictions are just not easy, especially if you don't have a knack for imagination and a chunk of superb vocabulary. over here, all topics are on stories-alike!! *sigh* you give me a topic on 'how to curb crime' or 'put a stop to fraud' can la, but a topic on &lt;strong&gt;'my first outing with a friend'&lt;/strong&gt;?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't even speak a proper sentence to my mandarin coordinator now, had to re-think it over in my head and repeat it to myself a few times before i actually talk. that's what not-using-a-language-for-years does to you. despite this, i am glad that i am &lt;strong&gt;rekindling&lt;/strong&gt; with the language i love now! plus, just now, i actually put this to good use when communicating/taking orders from china people! :) was pretty proud of myself, i'd say. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh, i really have to start on my marketing assignment and mandarin essay tomorrow. not to mention there's a business finance test too next week. how i'm looking forward to the&lt;strong&gt; end &lt;/strong&gt;of next week already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighty, off to bed now, if you hear from me soon meaning i'm procastinating yet again with my assignments! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-543395954946595644?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/543395954946595644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=543395954946595644' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/543395954946595644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/543395954946595644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2009/03/sore-feet-but-twas-good-saturday-night.html' title='Save tonight- eagle eye cherry ;)'/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921077308466356084.post-3570237188602617868</id><published>2009-03-26T02:34:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T03:07:39.948+11:00</updated><title type='text'>can't keep my hands out the cookie jar-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;One of the &lt;em&gt;few&lt;/em&gt; things to be happy about today :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Teehee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gosh, it really doesn't take a lot to make me excited and happy.. Not a good thing sometimes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-3570237188602617868?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/3570237188602617868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=3570237188602617868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/3570237188602617868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/3570237188602617868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2009/03/cant-keep-my-hands-out-cookie-jar.html' title='can&apos;t keep my hands out the cookie jar-'/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7921077308466356084.post-7043383523028206740</id><published>2009-03-24T23:45:00.005+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T01:28:59.316+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeps gettin' better</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look what I conjured up for dinner tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/Scjq88IhrWI/AAAAAAAACoU/NfUwJVHUW4Y/s1600-h/P1090237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316757692765810018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/Scjq88IhrWI/AAAAAAAACoU/NfUwJVHUW4Y/s400/P1090237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; papa, mummy, and mama will be so proud of me i know ;) even ken, shaun and kakak would.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;come on, give me some credit! :p you're talking to a girl who's never stepped foot into the kitchen!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-7043383523028206740?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/7043383523028206740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=7043383523028206740' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/7043383523028206740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/7043383523028206740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2009/03/look-what-i-conjured-up-for-dinner.html' title='Keeps gettin&apos; better'/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_0z9JWflLUvg/Scjq88IhrWI/AAAAAAAACoU/NfUwJVHUW4Y/s72-c/P1090237.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921077308466356084.post-216404412264751447</id><published>2009-03-24T23:13:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T00:41:58.116+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Where there is love, there is life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Absolutely love this saying! Came across it when I was at Borders 2 days ago. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This goes to show that, whatever we do, we should do it with love! A heart filled with love can do wonders.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I attended an amazing concert last Friday. &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Fray&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was playing, with &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Secondhand serenade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and this other new band as the opening acts. I mainly went for SHS, but when The Fray came out, the grounds and atmosphere transformed into a whole different level. They were that good. I especially love &lt;em&gt;'never say never'&lt;/em&gt;, which was recommended by Hil the day before. But my favourites are still &lt;em&gt;'look after you'&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;'you found me'&lt;/em&gt; ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not to mention that SHS was equally good as well, what with them playing 'your call' and 'fall for you' making the crowd go wild! I recorded these songs but I'm too lazy to post them up :p &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To be honest, I'm really not much of a gig person as opposed to chings and hil who really, really appreciate their music and will pay to see their favourite bands perform! But I had no regrets at all watching shs &amp;amp; the fray perform! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S. Thank you Kai for inviting! And to May for lining up hours earlier just to get front line. She's pretty hardcore :D hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316339799607958418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/Scdu4WznW5I/AAAAAAAACm8/gJ9fXA1beiE/s320/P1090207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Hil &amp;amp; his cousin- Donna!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's really funny and nice and I like her :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316348214783091570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/Scd2iLxto3I/AAAAAAAACnc/j4tu502MicE/s320/P1090218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Lead singer of SHS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/Scd8uEEeVhI/AAAAAAAACns/eNYWK-MtsA8/s1600-h/P1090227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316355015942493714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/Scd8uEEeVhI/AAAAAAAACns/eNYWK-MtsA8/s320/P1090227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Fray- Isaac Slade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/Scd5wn2cfBI/AAAAAAAACnk/e7slQEkOKAU/s1600-h/P1090231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316351761372183570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/Scd5wn2cfBI/AAAAAAAACnk/e7slQEkOKAU/s320/P1090231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The cute guitarist :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;finally&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316332596496666370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/ScdoVFIDjwI/AAAAAAAACms/p1p5ZIeilIU/s320/P1090212.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Kai, Hil, Donna &amp;amp; I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headed to PJ's housewarming after that. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yi Ting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; celebrated his 21st birthday at Universal, Lygon Street on Saturday night :) I've known him for.. 10 years already. Wow, we really do go wayy back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316342717930444322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/ScdxiOZ6liI/AAAAAAAACnE/L8JKKXR4f_c/s320/P1090233.JPG" border="0" /&gt; B'day boy with his 21 glowing candles. Cake was bought by Lynn Li, a sweet gal!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/Scd12nkyKcI/AAAAAAAACnU/TCNmnr76qR8/s1600-h/2659_62507117410_729852410_2000466_4639819_n%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316347466330810818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/Scd12nkyKcI/AAAAAAAACnU/TCNmnr76qR8/s320/2659_62507117410_729852410_2000466_4639819_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Group pic :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316663406576756034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SciVMwtTZUI/AAAAAAAACoE/NUTR0uCu1No/s320/n596675416_6312784_7675863%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The girls @ Fazil's place- where we had drinks after dinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/Scd1hYA6JZI/AAAAAAAACnM/aTZb4RpsPNI/s1600-h/n596675416_6312779_7700641%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316347101376554386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/Scd1hYA6JZI/AAAAAAAACnM/aTZb4RpsPNI/s320/n596675416_6312779_7700641%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lynn Li&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a happy girl with all the drinks! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That night I encountered something I thought I'd never be able to pull through, but I did. Though I must admit that it still wasn't easy sometimes seeing it with your eyes, but when you think far beyond that, on how if one can be happier with another, and how good people do deserve the best, then it's all worth it. After all, &lt;strong&gt;'where there is love, there is life'&lt;/strong&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have a good week ahead, everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-216404412264751447?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/216404412264751447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=216404412264751447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/216404412264751447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/216404412264751447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2009/03/where-there-is-love-there-is-life.html' title='Where there is love, there is life'/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_0z9JWflLUvg/Scdu4WznW5I/AAAAAAAACm8/gJ9fXA1beiE/s72-c/P1090207.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921077308466356084.post-5764830793193900490</id><published>2009-03-15T22:55:00.008+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T18:01:02.711+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's Sunday night again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I had a pretty eventful weekend! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As opposed to last weekend which was equally eventful, this time &lt;strong&gt;however&lt;/strong&gt;, I put my camera to good use... ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*first time bringing my camera out since I touched down Melb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, 13th March&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I tried out, or rather, went for a training session for the womens futsal team. It was only my second time playing futsal, and I love it, but I don't think I will go on with the consequent sessions. The girls there were sooo good, and I'm lazy to pick up a new game now.. Probably will just stick to badminton or something. Sigh, boring right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After that, rushed to &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Khai's birthday BBQ thingy&lt;/span&gt; @ &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Milano apartments&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SbveQhTK5tI/AAAAAAAACmc/4R3PLZj-6UQ/s1600-h/P1090150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313084560811681490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SbveQhTK5tI/AAAAAAAACmc/4R3PLZj-6UQ/s320/P1090150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Su Lynn, birthday boy, yours truly, Yi Ling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;p.s. Su Lynn and I have heard of each other's names wayy before and we finally met! A very adorable girl she is ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313089103143268114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SbviY6zabxI/AAAAAAAACmk/C36JrOyHJ8o/s320/P1090155.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The girls :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;At bout 9 ish, I headed over to &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Jwaw Bar @ QV&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Shin's 21st celebration&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313079645733616770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SbvZybNPfII/AAAAAAAACmM/9UDdgFZnf-Q/s320/P1090157.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;the &lt;strong&gt;gorgeous&lt;/strong&gt; birthday girl &amp;amp; I got caught doing a candid :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313082123792724194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SbvcCqsksOI/AAAAAAAACmU/29ysSSIgTko/s320/P1090158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;... and, another candid ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this time with Keith. Such a small world, bumped into brandon &amp;amp; him there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I left pretty early back to Khai's thing, which they proceeded to a drinking session at Khai's place itself, Franklin Loft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313077869623439842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SbvYLCrk8eI/AAAAAAAACmE/Vlk7wJOZULQ/s320/P1090161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I love this group pic! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look how &lt;strong&gt;red &lt;/strong&gt;Khai's face is! Like lobster only. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And that's how my Friday night ended, was good meeting up with old peeps and made a few new friends as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday, 14th March&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A night of house warmings! which started off with..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313071549878696594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SbvSbLzA-pI/AAAAAAAACl0/m8uJy1Mp0yw/s320/P1090191.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hui hui&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Hannah's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They're the nicest and loveliest girls you will ever meet. Both ex-IHers, they live just right opposite Vic Mart now.. Thank you for inviting me, girls :) Got to catch up with many, many IH peeps that night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SbvVq7KjLvI/AAAAAAAACl8/ETIKQab-Bcc/s1600-h/P1090190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313075118826794738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SbvVq7KjLvI/AAAAAAAACl8/ETIKQab-Bcc/s320/P1090190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some were very engrossed in &lt;em&gt;Twister&lt;/em&gt; that night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The catching up didn't end there! Lu xian &amp;amp; I proceeded to &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Zach, KK, Aaron &amp;amp; Jae's house warming&lt;/span&gt; @ &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;IH&lt;/span&gt; itself! And we got to see more IH people :) So happy!! The experience we have having stayed in a residential college will always stick with us, somehow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SbvQVlW229I/AAAAAAAACls/aM0Q9Ha0E_Q/s1600-h/P1090193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313069254637444050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SbvQVlW229I/AAAAAAAACls/aM0Q9Ha0E_Q/s320/P1090193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zach &amp;amp; his girl, Kristina :)&lt;br /&gt;*Ooh I'm so happy for you zach!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313065835723183234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SbvNOk6LVII/AAAAAAAAClc/Oka-umFZexw/s320/P1090195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Miss Jae whom everyone loves! If you have yet to meet her, you should...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hanging around for abit, rushed over to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Red Hummingbird&lt;/span&gt; @ Russel Street for &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Audrey's 21st thank you drinks&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm glad I dropped by, even for a little while.. Audrey looked gorgeous! Lol.. And what caught me by surprise was.. I bumped into my A-levels mate, Serene! Ahh, was soo good to see her! Haven't seen her in ages..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SbvOkYCnZUI/AAAAAAAAClk/9ySd7lXvXW4/s1600-h/P1090197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313067309737665858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SbvOkYCnZUI/AAAAAAAAClk/9ySd7lXvXW4/s320/P1090197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Serene (another serene, not my alevels mate lol), Ca Li, Audrey!, me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we got hungry at half past 12.. Which shops actually open at that time besides Hungryjacks and Mackers? Nowhere but &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Chillipadi&lt;/span&gt;! A very famous spot among all the party people who needs a bite after partying.. not us, of course..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SbvJIVbViuI/AAAAAAAAClM/e_MnKsvxtX4/s1600-h/P1090200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313061330441571042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SbvJIVbViuI/AAAAAAAAClM/e_MnKsvxtX4/s320/P1090200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This guy here &lt;strong&gt;made my night&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See that 3 words bolded. His singing was &lt;em&gt;amazing&lt;/em&gt;. What more when he sang 'i'm yours' by jason mraz so perfectly, I swear I almost went to heaven :p Too bad I didn't get his name, he was surrounded by his bunch of friends the whole time! But trust me, he was amazing. And so was this other guy actually, but he didn't sing 'i'm yours' laa ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;** &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To top it off, I just came back from a gooood dinner with &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Vern Chui&lt;/span&gt; @ &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Mercadante&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Lygon Street&lt;/span&gt;. Finally got to catch up with her!! Yay yay. We went in at 8 and left at 10. Boy can we talk :D Missed her so, as we used to spend almost every lunch together back in PwC days! Lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In a blink of an eye, yet another week has passed. Can't believe I've been back in Melbourne for 2 weeks already! I've learned to adapt and love Melb once again. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-5764830793193900490?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/5764830793193900490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=5764830793193900490' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/5764830793193900490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/5764830793193900490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-sunday-night-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_0z9JWflLUvg/SbveQhTK5tI/AAAAAAAACmc/4R3PLZj-6UQ/s72-c/P1090150.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921077308466356084.post-1110636218252077525</id><published>2009-03-12T22:49:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T18:03:17.479+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't read a book in ages and I'm glad I just finished one tonight! Reading always makes me happy. :D A few of my favourite authors are &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J.K. Rowling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with the infamous HP series, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Sidney Sheldon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with his most &lt;em&gt;amazing &lt;/em&gt;ideas ever, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dan Brown's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; which will absorb you into a totally different world, &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;John Grisham&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sophie Kinsella's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; shopaholic series but it was 'Can you keep a secret?' which totally stood out, in my opinion. Even my brother, my mom &amp;amp; her friends loved it! But, of course, my reading is nowhere near Sammy's, or Suyi's... They read a wide range- just about anything, which makes my girls so knowledgeable :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 'off the computer' book I just read was by &lt;em&gt;Nicholas Sparks&lt;/em&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;A Bend in the Road&lt;/span&gt;. Lol, I got it off &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Vern Chui&lt;/span&gt;, who very kindly passed it to me through her pendrive during our internship stint. THIS, was &lt;strong&gt;one&lt;/strong&gt; of her entertainments at work- to read online books!! Gosh, that girl ar. ;) ALSO not to mention what she does with GOOGLE when she's bored.... Haha, kidding, girl!! Of course I won't tell the whole world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently addicted to this song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Run the Show&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Kat DeLuna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pvwy8MdUB64&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Pvwy8MdUB64&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;/p&gt;Do you like it? I swear, if that song is played in a club, I'll go &lt;em&gt;crazy&lt;/em&gt;. Other songs i'll go crazy for: Cookie Jar, Forever, Disturbia, Lollipop, Love in this Club, Poker Face, Right na na na, Dangerous, What you got (Akon ROCKS!!)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312292883514100498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SbkOO1ixixI/AAAAAAAAClE/BxRSG-6axhE/s320/flower.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes in life, we just need a little reminder, of who we are; a little nudge, to make us more aware; a little more effort and time to get deep into the roots of what lies beneath us.. And it's good friends who will do just that. And sometimes in life, good friends is just what we need. It takes time to build friendships, so don't think it can just come by easy..&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I'm glad I had the talk with you last night, xx. Just so you know, you are a very good friend of mine and I'm grateful for that. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-1110636218252077525?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/1110636218252077525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=1110636218252077525' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/1110636218252077525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/1110636218252077525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-havent-read-book-in-ages-and-im-glad.html' title=''/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_0z9JWflLUvg/SbkOO1ixixI/AAAAAAAAClE/BxRSG-6axhE/s72-c/flower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921077308466356084.post-1520349252937102621</id><published>2009-03-10T23:02:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T23:06:50.227+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;aarghh I don't understand why some people can be so fake and be someone whom you're not! why can't you just be yourself? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;xx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-1520349252937102621?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/1520349252937102621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=1520349252937102621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/1520349252937102621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/1520349252937102621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2009/03/aarghh-i-dont-understand-why-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7921077308466356084.post-8304099936333217591</id><published>2009-03-10T21:56:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T21:56:27.971+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bad luck is really throwing itself on me these days. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;First&lt;/span&gt;, of my displease-&lt;em&gt;ment&lt;/em&gt; with my unit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Second&lt;/span&gt;, I &lt;strong&gt;lost&lt;/strong&gt; one whole box of &lt;strong&gt;shoes!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; 4 pairs of boots, 2 heels, 2 to 3 flats, a sports shoes&lt;/em&gt;.. all inside. One pair of boots cost me a bomb mind you, so does my nine west heels and flats. I am devastated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Third&lt;/span&gt;, I locked myself out today of my unit!! It was outside office hours, so it's either paying the locksmith $160 or stay over at a friend's place. Called the caretaker and paid 50 bucks instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seee what I mean?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-8304099936333217591?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/8304099936333217591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=8304099936333217591' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/8304099936333217591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/8304099936333217591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2009/03/bad-luck-is-really-throwing-itself-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921077308466356084.post-2234280627255509566</id><published>2009-03-05T23:27:00.009+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T00:04:49.575+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm currently in &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Franktate&lt;/span&gt;, using the internet that I still do not have at my new place. For those Melbourne Uni students, you would know how peaceful Franktate is at night, with its slow, classical music playing in the background, and the many many desktops it offers. Anyhow, coming here to blog, I have so much to say I just needed to let it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far staying on my own is great. I love it. Waking up to making my own breakfast, taking my own sweet time to get ready, and go to uni and run activities for the whole day, come home at night and unwind, sleep. This part, is ok. The other part- my accomodation- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not so ok.&lt;/span&gt; The unit I got was pretty small, still, no matter. It's the weirdly shaped unit with the large beam from the ceiling that is so annoying! Well if you believe in &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;feng shui &lt;/span&gt;(my dad does), it's not good to sleep or study or do anything under a beam. I have a huge beam in the middle of my room and it's making me difficult to move my furnitures around to 'get away' from the beam seeing as my unit is already small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, I have to blame my bad decision making skills. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My indecisiveness&lt;/span&gt;. I have actually chosen a better unit before I chose this unit, but because I kept changing my mind, eventually I settled with this unit which was the least good choice. So many times this has happened to me and yet I have not changed. Really, one of my resolutions this year, and for being 21, is to be able to be steady in making decisions and move on with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quote my mom &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sometimes in life, we want to get the best, but  we really don’t know what is the best.. if can get close to the best, and it  will give us much peace of mind, we should decide early and make the most of it,  and more importantly use the extra time we have to live life more rather than  keep thinking about it.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;There are no other available units for me to move to. But if I happen to come across a good 2 bedroom accomodation, I will break this lease and go on with the new one... I really hope to settle down quick so I can focus on my studies and other curricular activities. Then again, somtimes I think I dawn this upon myself, for being so indecisive, reckless that I think I deserve this as a punishment, to actually &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;hit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; me, will then I learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting all these aside, Uni has been great. Despite missing home so much on the first day I arrived here, the consequent days have been really good. Seeing so many familiar faces as you walk from one end of the campus to the other end, exchanging hugs and catching up, going to lectures, taking part in this and that, I really love being a student. Not forgetting that me taking an &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Advance Mandarin&lt;/span&gt; subject this sem is an added bonus to the excitement of my academic life!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 12 a.m. now and I should head home.. Please let it not be raining. The weather these days is so erratic. And cold. I don't like. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-2234280627255509566?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/2234280627255509566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=2234280627255509566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/2234280627255509566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/2234280627255509566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-currently-in-franktate-using.html' title=''/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7921077308466356084.post-4833101190145985729</id><published>2009-02-23T23:29:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T22:02:09.136+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sitting on my brothers' bed now blogging as my brother, Ken watches his Greys on his desktop intently. Shaun is away at boarding school, and fortunately, I will be seeing him still this Saturday before I fly back to Aussie..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Two little things&lt;/span&gt; here that makes me feel.. happy. Lol.. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;One&lt;/span&gt;, that I am writing this while being in quite close proximity with my brother. Despite us doing our own respective thing, the fact that you have someone close by to you just provides that extra comfort, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Second,&lt;/span&gt; that I finally have wi-fi at my place. ;p Before this was fixed, only internet was accessible in my parents' room. Goes to show that we have to 'not have' something to only treasure that something..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe time flies so, so fast. In a blink of an eye, 3 months has passed and in a few days time I'm leaving M'sia once again. This time, however, is a bit different. I do not look forward to going back as much as I looked forward to last year. I guess, after one and a half years in Melbourne, I've learned to realize that home, is home. As much as I enjoy Melbourne, &lt;em&gt;KL is where my heart lies. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong- I still look forward to a new semester in Aus, my heart just feels a little &lt;em&gt;heavier&lt;/em&gt; this time. The main reason I am looking forward to this sem is- I am moving out of IH, where it's grown to be my comfort zone for the past one and a half years. No more food being placed in front of me every meal time, no more dishes being washed by others, no more any problems being solved by the administration of IH without me worrying of anything. And most importantly, no more paying the bill in one go where electricity, rent, water, food, internet is all included. Basically, say hello to the world of independence, Wei Lynn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wanting to move out and yet I just never got to. This time, I really am! And &lt;strong&gt;I am excited! &lt;/strong&gt;I've already visions of how to beautify my tiny little studio.. Yes, I'll be living on my own. :) After much thought, I thought moving out alone would be best as I really treasure and enjoy my privacy. I would like to keep myself as occupied as I can be yet not till the point of having too much to do.. For starters, no more positions in any clubs/socities for me after this fiscal year.. well, maybe, just one. And I'd LOVE to get a job this sem! Waitressing, barrista.. etc. Anything! Well a girl can't be picky now can she?? Oh please, hire me, melbourne.. allow this girl a chance to grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I totally gave up on my 3-4 meals a day with only 1-2 portions for each meal mantra. I've been hitting the gym about twice a week for Body Pump class and yet as much as I feel my tiny biceps and triceps have toned up *a little*, my tummy's as flabby as it was 3 months ago. But I told myself, I am in M'sia now and where else to whack the awesome food but here. So I kissed this diet-which-is-not-really-a-diet goodbye. Back to 5 meals a day with lots and lots of snacks in between?? No wonder still single lah. Hehe.. jokingggg :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which... Last Friday I attended the most enjoyable class in the gym ever! It was &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Body Jam/Latino Jam&lt;/span&gt; class which I've been wanting to attend since forever but never had the chance to.. I was 10 mins late and was contemplating if I should join the rest of the ladies (since they were.. at least 1 to 2 generations older than I am). Paiseh lah, all old ladies shaking their booty there, some more they all shake better than I do. Anyways I told myself to scr** it, and I joined them :p No regrets at all!!!!! The instructor played 'Buttons' by PCD when I joined and boyyy, the moves were &lt;em&gt;hot!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we proceeded to more&lt;strong&gt; IN&lt;/strong&gt; songs like 'feedback' by janet jackson.. one of my favourites :) Then some other latino songs where we did some mambo/salsa (which I sucked). And we ended with the perfect 3 songs combination, the first which I can't remember, Low and In the Ayer by florida.. wooot woot! The moves were &lt;strong&gt;sizzling&lt;/strong&gt; and to be honest, it was my first proper dance class! Did some krumping, is that how you spell it btw?? Some hip hop stuff, yo! and lots of hips booty shaking. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*I wonder if he started putting these songs on when he sees a young girl joining in lol*&lt;/span&gt; Man I really wished I went for dance classes last time... hope it's not too late now. I've always been very shy when it comes to dancing. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today! Mummy, Mama &amp;amp; I went to Capital Square to search for paintings for the house. I suddenly felt like &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Lily Vanderwoodsen&lt;/span&gt; :p Lol!! Except that I know nothing of paintings la. More like the eye-ing and commenting part onlyy. Haha.. It was fun, I'm sure with a few paintings, it would make the house look even better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I'm gonna miss home.. Of the comfort of being with family members, of throwing tantrums and being spoilt and still they'll love you; of having the luxury of home cooked food and getting almost anything that we want (with limits of course); of hanging out with friends whom I feel so, so &lt;em&gt;at home&lt;/em&gt; with; of having pizza and movie nights at my place; of playing mahjong with familyy which I just started recently; of driving to the gym and back and attending my favourite body pump class; of fetching my brother to college and my grandma to her mahjong sessions even...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am ready to face a whole new chapter of my life now. As much as people tell me I'll be lonely living alone, I'd like to think that embracing loneliness enables me to do things that I like, e.g. reading, writing, and a whole lot of other stuff. And you're not lonely if you have things that keep you on your toes all the time; if you have self-assurance, if you love and enjoy being on your own. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*easy to say only lol hope i'll really feel this way!* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-4833101190145985729?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/4833101190145985729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=4833101190145985729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/4833101190145985729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/4833101190145985729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2009/02/im-sitting-on-my-brothers-bed-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7921077308466356084.post-1618694369464455216</id><published>2009-02-17T21:30:00.009+11:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T00:52:09.193+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Auspicious Friday- 16/01/2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This auspicious day would be exactly &lt;strong&gt;a month&lt;/strong&gt; ago. It was the day my family &amp;amp; I shifted house. (again). I finally have internet at my new place yesterday so I shall finish where I started! Can you believe it, I actually started writing this post 3 weeks ago but never got to finish it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyways! Some moving house rituals.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SX7BDpkDyqI/AAAAAAAACkk/auhP-RawRj4/s1600-h/P1070855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295882480275147426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SX7BDpkDyqI/AAAAAAAACkk/auhP-RawRj4/s320/P1070855.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My dad 'fanning' the chacoal. You'll see why later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SX7Ao7XqFsI/AAAAAAAACkc/Vac8Rd7MnBQ/s1600-h/P1070857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295882021198501570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SX7Ao7XqFsI/AAAAAAAACkc/Vac8Rd7MnBQ/s320/P1070857.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My brother and maid pouring one whole pack of rice into the bucket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SX6-pCldysI/AAAAAAAACkU/tu77WFTSv8Q/s1600-h/P1070858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295879824112208578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SX6-pCldysI/AAAAAAAACkU/tu77WFTSv8Q/s320/P1070858.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And there you go- &lt;strong&gt;a pail of water&lt;/strong&gt;, the &lt;strong&gt;fire burning intensely&lt;/strong&gt;, and a &lt;strong&gt;bucket full of rice&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The reason/meaning behind all these?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, the pail of water is to ensure that everything we venture in will be smooth sailing; the fire is to ensure that we will always have a burning passion in all that we do; the rice to ensure that we will always have rice to eat at home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite makes sense, right??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I took half a day leave from work and not a full day because I had a presentation thing going on at the office. They call it &lt;em&gt;'the intern get-together'&lt;/em&gt; or something like that. My partner put my name down without asking me, you see. I was damn stressed the nights before because I was so not prepared as opposed to other interns from other departments who were presenting. The chairman and 200 other interns from the september, december and january intakes were gonna be there. My powerpoint slides were, let's just say... too simple, nothing fantastic. I saved myself by trying to talk like how I normally do, and thank goodness from reviews I heard, it went quite well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At night I thought I deserved to party a bit! And I did, thanks to Sammy for invites. :D It was her dad's new club opening- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Metropol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295875287576864450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SX66g-rJ5sI/AAAAAAAACj8/cr0BYTAjrA0/s320/P1070862.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sammy &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;darling!&lt;br /&gt;*hotness*&lt;br /&gt;absolutely love partying with her..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This person, &lt;em&gt;on the other hand&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SX674nwoqtI/AAAAAAAACkE/izQnkGbUOhY/s1600-h/P1070876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295876793254324946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SX674nwoqtI/AAAAAAAACkE/izQnkGbUOhY/s320/P1070876.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hehe, joking, &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;andrew&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;At least he was quite happy with his beer la right? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SX65i-0XiNI/AAAAAAAACj0/aM2EZG1p_0Q/s1600-h/P1070865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295874222463617234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SX65i-0XiNI/AAAAAAAACj0/aM2EZG1p_0Q/s320/P1070865.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I invited &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;'mr.choo'&lt;/span&gt; too! (the one on the left, his real name is actually kwok thye)&lt;br /&gt;this was taken at the open bar outside.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SX64LbX8OOI/AAAAAAAACjk/uAXF0IH0SQM/s1600-h/n508532326_1842303_4529[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295872718300526818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SX64LbX8OOI/AAAAAAAACjk/uAXF0IH0SQM/s320/n508532326_1842303_4529%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Not forgetting the person who drove me that night, &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;teng jun&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;we're childhood friends and i'm glad we still keep in touch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295878363195150322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SX69UAPsj_I/AAAAAAAACkM/M2ssQjQVnDg/s320/P1070870.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ze ladies ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I had sooo much fun that night! Life's too short to be uptight and once in a while we should let go off ourselves and just.. enjoy. With a lil' alcohol, great company, great music, everything is perfect :) Of course, we should know our limits and never do something against our conscience.. this is what i call &lt;em&gt;party clean. &lt;/em&gt;And I'm glad I do that, except for the &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ocassional a little too much of alcohol.. which hardly even happens anymore :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So this ends my auspicious Friday because we finally moved house (no more living out of a suitcase), my presentation went surprisingly well much to my delight, and i had one of the happiest times clubbing with sammy! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-1618694369464455216?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/1618694369464455216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=1618694369464455216' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/1618694369464455216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/1618694369464455216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2009/01/auspicious-friday-16012009.html' title='Auspicious Friday- 16/01/2009'/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_0z9JWflLUvg/SX7BDpkDyqI/AAAAAAAACkk/auhP-RawRj4/s72-c/P1070855.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921077308466356084.post-7095693670134808758</id><published>2009-01-13T22:16:00.010+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T02:54:04.106+11:00</updated><title type='text'>An update :p</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey all! My gosh I've been delaying this post for the past 2 weeks, I'd better get it done now and move forward :) I will not blog about every event but some random events which I find worth remembering :p ok, here we go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290084253674109170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SWonmcQh-PI/AAAAAAAACiQ/ZsZyEZOKApU/s320/P1030977.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;1. My darling &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Siew Mei&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; I @ &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Finnegan's, Hartamas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I am so, so happy to see her after one and a half years. And even happier to know that one of the main reasons she came back (even if it's only a month break for her) was to see her aussie friends, like me :) Albeit a short time, we still had fun in our own ways, didn't we, dear? From sipping our martinis (mine) and baileys (yours) at laundry, to clubbing at MOS, to meeting up with our college peeps (which I'll mention soon below :p) and to talking about ANYTHING under the sky :D you know what I mean right? hehe. Love u so much ok!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SWolH4k3tTI/AAAAAAAACiA/cVreSBMvs-c/s1600-h/P1030979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290081529676412210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SWolH4k3tTI/AAAAAAAACiA/cVreSBMvs-c/s320/P1030979.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thank you, &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Pin&lt;/span&gt; for coming by despite such short notice i gave you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I remember that this time it's my turn to call, sigh we have this 'this-time-i-call-next-time-you-call' thing between us. i had to call again because he called last week and i couldn't make it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290048217820464466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SWoG04PghVI/AAAAAAAACho/G2bOWZeibgM/s320/DSC00809%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;2. My 2 babes &amp;amp; I at &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;the Apartment, the Curve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;:) Ooh aren't they gorgeous?? &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sizzling&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is the right word for it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;One in London, the other in New York, both having something very in common... and we know what it is... hehehe!!! Oh oh!! And I promised SM that I most probably will visit London end of this year! She's gonna be my personal tour guide... Sammy seemed excited at the idea too, and I really hope we can make this happen :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SWoObjZ8m0I/AAAAAAAACh4/6tyzejUHqVk/s1600-h/P1070816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290056578823396162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SWoObjZ8m0I/AAAAAAAACh4/6tyzejUHqVk/s320/P1070816.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When you go out with girls like these, it's a must to pose and camwhore a bit... ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S. Thank you patrick for being our cameraman that night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One random moment I remember: When the bill came, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sammy&lt;/span&gt; asked: &lt;em&gt;Hey Lynnie, your sex on the beach was very cheap ah&lt;/em&gt;... hahaha. I really, really miss Sammy!! She's the &lt;em&gt;most amazing&lt;/em&gt; girl you'll ever find I tell you! Sexy (oozing from the inside AND the outside), intellectually challenging (i like), beautiful, HILARIOUS, and oh the list goes on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We haven't gone out one on one yet! We should ask Andrew along, he cracks me up :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290052806819496674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SWoK__mIwuI/AAAAAAAAChw/pF2vE0l2h3o/s320/P1070839.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. The garfield above is now the keychain for my handbag :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;given by &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Miss Ng vern chui&lt;/span&gt;, or more like I asked her to give me, haha... thanks ya girl! she's a new friend I met at work, and she's really nice. one day i'll take a pic with her and post it up okay? ;p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290083279074755778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SWomttl8BMI/AAAAAAAACiI/Ebacm3gi9FI/s320/P1070826.JPG" border="0" /&gt;4. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Badminton game&lt;/span&gt; with my &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;primary school mates&lt;/span&gt; last week!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And the lady you see in that picture is my mom. I brought her along 'cause I knew she'd enjoy playing baddy with my friends, seeing that she always brings me to play with hers. The boys were amazed at her skills, and never stopped praising her the whole night. I'm proud of her, because, like mother like daughter, right? :) hehe. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Si Yi&lt;/span&gt; for inviting me. Though we study miles apart, you in india and me in aus, each time we come back we'll still meet up. &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Wei Ping&lt;/span&gt;, his brother (&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Wei Keat&lt;/span&gt; i think), &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Caroline&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Wei Er&lt;/span&gt; were there as well! Really haven't seen them in ages... So happy to have seen them that day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SWn62j4i2wI/AAAAAAAAChY/35KvlLusPzw/s1600-h/P1030843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290035052575644418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SWn62j4i2wI/AAAAAAAAChY/35KvlLusPzw/s320/P1030843.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 5. Met up with &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;childhood friends&lt;/span&gt; (whom I haven't seen in YEARS) for Dim Sum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On top: &lt;em&gt;Samantha, Ken, Matthew, Shaun and I&lt;/em&gt;. It's been way too long! Ever since they migrated to the States, which was 7 years ago, we don't see each other anymore. You know the feeling of seeing some people again after so long when you were close to that someone years back? The feeling's nice! Curious, anxious, excited all mixed up! I'm glad we got to meet up during their short trip back to KL 2 weeks ago... They are currently living in Seattle, and hearing such good reviews about Seattle from them makes me wanna visit there!! Pls, pa and mummy, book a cruise for it sometime next year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SWn445adCfI/AAAAAAAAChQ/iYGM32DONqc/s1600-h/P1030849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290032893691496946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SWn445adCfI/AAAAAAAAChQ/iYGM32DONqc/s320/P1030849.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Both families at the Dim Sum place :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289603297744028514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SWhyLHzEg2I/AAAAAAAACgo/jQofrKm53-w/s320/P1030866.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. My grandma's room-turned-necklace-making-display room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This used to be my grandma's room back in my Idaman house... after renting it out to a Holland couple, the whole house has turned into an even more beautiful house. This room being converted into a necklace making and display room because the tenant simply loves collecting beeds etc worldwide and the necklaces she makes are the prettiest ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289598659087652290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SWht9HdNVcI/AAAAAAAACgY/vmriXAq-YX4/s320/P1030877.JPG" border="0" /&gt;What mummy &amp;amp; I bought that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From a merely 2 necklaces purchase (1 each), to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4 necklaces, a bracelet and keychains... some given as presents to friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SWhzP70Nw8I/AAAAAAAACgw/TgXyMthEXAA/s1600-h/P1030878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289604479938577346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SWhzP70Nw8I/AAAAAAAACgw/TgXyMthEXAA/s320/P1030878.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The most passionate and creative lady, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Irene Moose&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She remembers the origins of every single beed of every necklace she makes. From China to Middle east countries, to everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289607735840333442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SWh2Nc_r3oI/AAAAAAAACg4/scIQxxhYqZ8/s320/P1070760.JPG" border="0" /&gt; And the present she gave me- a scrapbook she made:) it's lovely and i really like it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so thoughtful of her...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289602109367125202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SWhxF8v8BNI/AAAAAAAACgg/IPfqaIQQ-YA/s320/P1070799.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;7. &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Victoria&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; I on our very own 'wearing tie' day at the office :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We came up with the silliest, craziest idea ever! Why wear the same old boring clothes to work everyday, right? Must spice up a bit mah... So we decided to imitate the boys and wear ties. Haha. And Ching calls me avril lavigne wannabe, please la... I'm wei lynn, not avril lavigne, okay?? Anyways victoria, we must do something like this again! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289595156048870626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SWhqxNnrfOI/AAAAAAAACgI/yEGa_XFsL00/s320/P1070806.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Vicky &amp;amp; Chris Woo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Why look so stoned, chris? :) he and his insights, wisdom, teachings, i tell you, can drive anyone crazy. nevertheless, i did learn a few things from him la. funny dude. when's it gonna be askchris.com eh? ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;**&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;OK, that was quite a long post... I did it! :p haha. If you've read till this far, thank you for being so patient :) I miss writing and blabbing and I hope to do it more frequently now! Good night, peeps :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-7095693670134808758?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/7095693670134808758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=7095693670134808758' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/7095693670134808758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/7095693670134808758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='An update :p'/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_0z9JWflLUvg/SWonmcQh-PI/AAAAAAAACiQ/ZsZyEZOKApU/s72-c/P1030977.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921077308466356084.post-3730956506804861317</id><published>2009-01-05T02:15:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T03:10:57.771+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quote of the day: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The beauty in life is to give, and keep giving, and expect nothing in return&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways! There's so much to blog (and so many pictures to share!) about but I'm just so lazy! Will make a proper update soon, when I have the whole day free =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287469483364912946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SWDdexyvDzI/AAAAAAAACgA/hfdRInpBav0/s400/P1030989.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sending Shaun back to KTJ in Seremban today. (he's the one in pink; mummy was the photographer)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;He's so grown up already!! So proud of him and Ken.. I know I don't tell them this face to face because I'm a shy sister.. but yes, I am truly proud of them!! And I can't ask for better brothers. If there's one thing I love about them, it's that they're so pure, down to earth, and sincere! And not to mention, the funniest too! They never fail to make me laugh :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Will update soon, promise. :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-3730956506804861317?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/3730956506804861317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=3730956506804861317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/3730956506804861317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/3730956506804861317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2009/01/quote-of-day-beauty-in-life-is-to-give.html' title=''/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_0z9JWflLUvg/SWDdexyvDzI/AAAAAAAACgA/hfdRInpBav0/s72-c/P1030989.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921077308466356084.post-8769711555169958357</id><published>2008-12-23T22:26:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T22:32:01.780+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just saw/read something, and it really disturbed me. for a while at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many questions I asked myself, &lt;em&gt;why, why? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't like this. And I'm not gonna hold back, stay away or stop being my carefree self anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. This is a totally random post and none of you will understand it, just needed to get it out my chest. There, out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-8769711555169958357?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/8769711555169958357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=8769711555169958357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/8769711555169958357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/8769711555169958357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-just-sawread-something-and-it-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7921077308466356084.post-945678098936566433</id><published>2008-12-22T13:02:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T14:11:44.483+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cookie Jar- Gymn Class Heroes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A damn good song! :p not to mention, &lt;strong&gt;addictive&lt;/strong&gt; too...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-945678098936566433?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/945678098936566433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=945678098936566433' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/945678098936566433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/945678098936566433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2008/12/cookie-jar-gymn-class-heroes.html' title=''/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921077308466356084.post-9038311265094638297</id><published>2008-12-11T23:56:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T03:35:05.454+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Home :)</title><content type='html'>Oh man I'm so, so tired. Got back from work today at &lt;strong&gt;10.30 p.m&lt;/strong&gt;. Super overtime!!! It was my first time working on a proposal! More like I did the keh-leh-feh stuff.. ;) hehe. Nevertheless it was a good experience! Got to know my buddy better yesterday &amp;amp; today, and we're beginning to treat each other like buddy buddies now.. He reminds me so much of my brother cause he's so patient and cin-cai!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I've been back in KL for a week already, to be exact. I arrived KL last wed late night, and went to work the next morning right away :( didn't even have time to unpack, or groom myself, etc etc! Then on Sat early morning, whole family drove down to Singapore and stayed there for 3 days 2 nights. Visited grandma, relatives, and i met up with some IH friends as well. Came back Monday late evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking my time to settle down here this time, not rush to meet everyone the moment I come back. I'm happy so far because I got to meet up with &lt;em&gt;Lainey (and 2 of her friends- Tzu Siang and Vince) &lt;/em&gt;on Tues night and we went to &lt;strong&gt;Luna Bar&lt;/strong&gt;! :) :) my first time there and I totally loved the view! for those of you who have not been there, you should! then last night, i met up with another very good friend of mine, &lt;em&gt;pin&lt;/em&gt;. he brought his girl aubrey along and i'm happy i met her! she's very nice :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I foresee very exciting weeks ahead!! Friends from U.K. and everywhere are cominggg back and some already did :D haha!! So it's gonna be work during the dayy and play during the night for me. &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Movies at One U&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;offee at the Curve&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;home cooked food&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;dinner/supper with family at my favourite places&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;mamak sessions&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;hawker stall food&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;partying with my girls from kdu&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;favourite gym classes&lt;/span&gt; (i'll start soon), &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;cheap karaoke sessions&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;badminton with mommy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;meeting up with my favourite people here (soon, soon ok!!). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this is home. And nothing beats home. I'm happy to be back =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-9038311265094638297?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/9038311265094638297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=9038311265094638297' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/9038311265094638297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/9038311265094638297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2008/12/oh-man-im-so-so-tired.html' title='Home :)'/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921077308466356084.post-4554430509010997330</id><published>2008-12-01T20:27:00.007+11:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T19:59:54.954+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today, Eric, KK &amp;amp; I went to the Thai Office &lt;strong&gt;at&lt;/strong&gt; the airport to settle our flight documents. Yes, we took a cab all the way to airport, and all the way back to the city. All for one piece of paper. Anyhow it's all confirmed now- I will be arriving KL on the &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;3rd (Wed) night&lt;/span&gt;! And sad to say I start work the very next day itself :( hopefully missing the first 2 days won't kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seriously I need some compensation of some sort. Extra accomodation costs, food, etc. Not to mention that the longer I stay in Melb, the more I will tend to spend. For instance:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/STOtc-HxcWI/AAAAAAAACfA/Uk8ETkDNnb8/s1600-h/P1070585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274750301804523874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/STOtc-HxcWI/AAAAAAAACfA/Uk8ETkDNnb8/s320/P1070585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How I spent my afternoon today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Most of it are for family :) and friends back home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am so, so, happy because I finally got the &lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gladiators &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(be it sandals, wedges or heels) I wanted for agesss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274750445921223970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/STOtlW_3xSI/AAAAAAAACfI/sxK-zt7xSN4/s320/P1070568.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274750667672325810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/STOtyRFdDrI/AAAAAAAACfQ/7Tfiqs_6Eus/s320/P1070562.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Teehee, nice?? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Actually I kinda appreciate the unexpected extra days I have here in Melbourne.. It gives me time to be alone and do things that I want, though I must admit that coming back to IH now feels different as 90% of the people has gone back home. The corridor now is sooo quiet, I don't hear anyone in the showers/washroom, the common room is empty. I guess this is what I will be experiencing when I move out next year. Talk about &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt; being a blessing in disguise :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last Friday, a few of us IH-ers went to the city to have &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Korean dinner&lt;/span&gt;! Zach &amp;amp; Sang kyu (a korean) planned it.. It was good! I particularly loved the miso-soup-alike.. "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dengjang chigae&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" that's what they call it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/STOpeNkhGPI/AAAAAAAACew/KcCRExGM2wo/s1600-h/P1070527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274745925084977394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/STOpeNkhGPI/AAAAAAAACew/KcCRExGM2wo/s400/P1070527.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Part of the group @ &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;By Korea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Zach, Harsh, me, Sang Kyu, Chris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/STOpXS4SpvI/AAAAAAAACeo/y6mvhjfnBIg/s1600-h/P1070529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274745806251009778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/STOpXS4SpvI/AAAAAAAACeo/y6mvhjfnBIg/s320/P1070529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was my first time tasting &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;soju&lt;/span&gt;- one of the top korean alcoholic beverages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday before going for my badminton social session, I sent the 2 indians and 1 singaporean off who lives on the same floor as I am off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/STOpFO8sDyI/AAAAAAAACeY/yOnH4-HXRGo/s1600-h/P1070533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274745495958064930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/STOpFO8sDyI/AAAAAAAACeY/yOnH4-HXRGo/s400/P1070533.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A group picture at the entrance! Noticed the 2 indians?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For dinner, it was &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;jae's birthday gathering&lt;/span&gt; @ &lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Docklands&lt;/span&gt;. 2 of her very good friends planned it. Thank you for inviting me :) She only came in mid-year but I'm glad I got closer to her lately when we were studying as we have 2 of the same subjs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/STOnis7Ux1I/AAAAAAAACeQ/BQv3e5oLuOE/s1600-h/n871505083_4921730_2232%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274743803198359378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/STOnis7Ux1I/AAAAAAAACeQ/BQv3e5oLuOE/s400/n871505083_4921730_2232%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The gorgeous girls @ the tram stop :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/STOnXkPoi7I/AAAAAAAACeI/DPBC7swBH5g/s1600-h/P1070541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274743611889060786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/STOnXkPoi7I/AAAAAAAACeI/DPBC7swBH5g/s320/P1070541.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haha, my dish for the night! Caesar salad :)&lt;br /&gt;'cause I had dinner at IH beforehand already. want to lose weight ma people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/STOm846TAbI/AAAAAAAACeA/P6QkojURzrU/s1600-h/P1070546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274743153580245426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/STOm846TAbI/AAAAAAAACeA/P6QkojURzrU/s400/P1070546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All of us outside &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Medici Bar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then headed back to IH to cut the cake for Jaee! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274749880461962002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/STOtEcf4KxI/AAAAAAAACe4/VF7ibAShFxw/s400/P1070558.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Happy Birthday again, girl! :P&lt;br /&gt;The Guess necklace we all got her (mel bought it as jae mentioned that she liked it) was GORGEOUS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, I finished a post with proper pictures! That's what having so much time for youself does to you. :p &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-4554430509010997330?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/4554430509010997330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=4554430509010997330' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/4554430509010997330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/4554430509010997330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2008/12/today-eric-kk-i-went-to-thai-office-at.html' title=''/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_0z9JWflLUvg/STOtc-HxcWI/AAAAAAAACfA/Uk8ETkDNnb8/s72-c/P1070585.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921077308466356084.post-1892108385371087040</id><published>2008-11-27T23:10:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T01:33:14.476+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I dread packing, so I blogged :p</title><content type='html'>I'm going &lt;strong&gt;crazy&lt;/strong&gt;! I really doubt that I can finish packing the things in my room. So many pieces of clothes that I wonder, where did all these clothes come from. I told myself, &lt;em&gt;by hook or by crook&lt;/em&gt;, I am going to finish packing tonight. As I'm writing this out, I'm shaking my head in dismay as I know I have a long night ahead of me to pack. Oh god. And blogging seemed to be the best option I have now, to 'dump' everything out, instead of always dumping to my brother and my mom :p And, at least I have 2 companions joining me in this, Michelle Cai and Luxian, whom are leaving tomrorow. Both whom are worse than me, MC has 16 boxes in total! Crazy!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so sad seeing people leave one by one. Especially when you're living in a residential college, you see people on your floor pack and leave, and part goodbye. Though you may not be that close to them, somehow you'll still feel a little sad. I don't know, I feel that way. Last Sunday, before &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Riyan&lt;/span&gt; left, he gave me a &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;letter&lt;/span&gt; with a &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;note &amp;amp; poem&lt;/span&gt; inside. He gave this to all his good friends here. I'm glad I'm one of them, despite me not being in his circle of friends he hangs out with most of the time. I play baddy with him. It's such a heartfelt and meaningful poem, and I want to share it with all of you. Maybe the next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more days till I touchdown KLIA. Well, that depends on the situation in Bangkok. Please lah, let me go back can? I want my dim sum brunch with family. I want to drive my mom's new Golf GTI. I want to annoy the hell out of my brothers. I want to taste my grandma's awesome home cooked food. I want to meet up all my beloved friends back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273341263357827650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SS6r8I3aWkI/AAAAAAAACdo/8PsfZI0UvYg/s320/P1070522.JPG" border="0" /&gt;seeee the pictures I posted on my wall to rememberr all of you :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;December is definitely a month to &lt;strong&gt;look forward&lt;/strong&gt; to! Dad and Shaun's birthdays, &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Riyan&lt;/span&gt;'s coming to visit (all the wayy from Indonesiaa!), &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Monica&lt;/span&gt;'s coming to visit as well (all the way from Phillipines), my darling &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Siew Mei&lt;/span&gt; is coming back for holidayss from the UK!, so are other peeps like &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yng,&lt;/span&gt; Jiat, DS etc, kinda disappointed that Fan &amp;amp; Keat are not coming back thou. Hmm, what else? Oh yeah, to party and hang out as much as possible with Foong before he goes to the states in Jan, to meet up with all my beloved high school friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, besides all fun &amp;amp; joy, I will be interning as well in December and January. Not Accenture this time, but PWC. So I'll be hopping the LRT once again. BUT, those of you back home, please ask me out still ok! I'm only busy during the day, but nights and weekends, I'm free :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My past week has been very chilling and that was just exactly what I needed. Haven't been putting my camera to good use... so I'll just make do with a few pics I took:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272198323540932242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SSqccSQRNpI/AAAAAAAACcw/vsaSPukE-cI/s320/P1070497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Smith Street with &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Mr.Lee Jia Wei&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272198703475129378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SSqcyZno_CI/AAAAAAAACc4/EYj1SGS4yko/s320/P1070495.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SSqeNf4fPiI/AAAAAAAACdI/T2YoXvgxKGI/s1600-h/P1070503.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And the DELICIOUS choc cookie cake we had :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272825476642460210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SSzW1ZnnUjI/AAAAAAAACdQ/6tAjVFgzz-4/s320/P1070498.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Clubbing last Fri with friends.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Ken, do you remember Su Mei? :) Bumped into her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SSqdiHJhZyI/AAAAAAAACdA/JSzHT6dYxIU/s1600-h/P1070501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272199523150685986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SSqdiHJhZyI/AAAAAAAACdA/JSzHT6dYxIU/s320/P1070501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Jo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273340363008704274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SS6rHuzc_xI/AAAAAAAACdY/ftXrRIUJGsw/s320/P1070517.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Working the yeemin with Rachel in JW's apartment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273340785588207026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SS6rgVCQfbI/AAAAAAAACdg/Qi5ZBfgJjDg/s320/P1070508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;with another Jia Wei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm meaning to be at a drinking party now. And I &lt;em&gt;really appreciate it&lt;/em&gt; when you invite me all the time to everything. And I'm sorry for not turning up. I do feel bad. Just wanted you to know, Chings. I will see you back in Malaysia? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, time to continue packing. SIGH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-1892108385371087040?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/1892108385371087040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=1892108385371087040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/1892108385371087040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/1892108385371087040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='I dread packing, so I blogged :p'/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_0z9JWflLUvg/SS6r8I3aWkI/AAAAAAAACdo/8PsfZI0UvYg/s72-c/P1070522.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921077308466356084.post-4234164390038233304</id><published>2008-11-16T23:19:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T23:30:33.759+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was just thinking in the library today (Sigh I've been going to the library quite a lot these days),&lt;strong&gt; 2 weeks as of today&lt;/strong&gt;, and I will be &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;hom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;! :) &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;3 days&lt;/span&gt; as of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;today&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and I will be freeeee! Say byebye to exams then hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the mean time, I have one more day to study for my intermediate financial accounting paper on tuesday. And QM2 the next day. I really wish it weren't back to back. How to focus on both papers like that :( Sighhh, nvm, look on the bright side wei lynn! You can do this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to leases, asset revaluations, foreign currency transactions, and CONSOLIDATIONS whatnot. I love, love, love, accounting. Yes, I do. Yes, just keep telling yourself that wei lynn. But it's truee, I do, okay, when I get the answers &lt;strong&gt;right&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you all soon in a bit! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-4234164390038233304?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/4234164390038233304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=4234164390038233304' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/4234164390038233304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/4234164390038233304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-was-just-thinking-in-library-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921077308466356084.post-6843695668431353835</id><published>2008-11-14T22:45:00.011+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T23:20:41.929+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Because tonight will be the night...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was at the library just now whilst listening to my ipod, and this song came up and hit me there &amp;amp; then. I have always loved this song, but you know how sometimes when you listen to songs, it &lt;em&gt;hits&lt;/em&gt; you at a certain point? So immediately when I came home, I youtube-ed it to search for the original video. I was shocked (in a good way of course!) at the amount of people out there who can sing this song SO WELL, all accompanied with the guitar. What more is that- most of them are GIRLS! I am so, so, amazed. I also want to play the guitar &amp;amp; sing like that! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who have yet to listen to this amazing song, here you go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rA7x2PpZNgg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rA7x2PpZNgg&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Fall for you'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;by &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Secondhand Serenade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing about tonight's that we're not fighting&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Could it be that we have been this way before?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know you don't think that I am trying&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know you're wearing thin down to the core&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hold your breath&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because tonight will be the night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That I will fall for you over again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't make me change my mind &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's such an amazing song. Don't you all agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Go youtube videos by other people as well :) I particularly like the one by &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;juliajulay, &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;silentview &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;krista nicole&lt;/span&gt;. Their voice... I have no words to describe so &lt;strong&gt;please&lt;/strong&gt;, go listen and tell me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;did it melt your heart like how it melt mine? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-6843695668431353835?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/6843695668431353835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=6843695668431353835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/6843695668431353835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/6843695668431353835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-was-at-library-just-now-whilst.html' title='Because tonight will be the night...'/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7921077308466356084.post-2145303810226977888</id><published>2008-11-12T23:45:00.000+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T00:37:18.587+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back on high demand! (hehe bet you guys missed my self-praises too right) Anyway, I'm so happy and amazed that many of you still drop by my blog every now and then, and for some (almost all the time?), and question me why did I privatise it, and to invite you as readers. Haha. Thanks, guys! It's always good to know that your friends back home are thinking of you still. :p And rest assured that I'm thinking of you all too! Really can't wait to go back!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So for starters, let's do some updates. My exams are going on mid-way now, hence the last emo post. I know, I talk as if some major drama has happened, right? Quite major ok, I blew away my 1st question in OB today just like that just because I skipped that part in the lecture notes, thinking it was &lt;em&gt;unimportant&lt;/em&gt;. Silly me, &lt;strong&gt;everything&lt;/strong&gt; is important, especially when your lecturer asked you to particularly read &lt;strong&gt;just&lt;/strong&gt; that week's lecture notes. It's ok, it's over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, my beloved (ahh, yes) Corporate Law paper is over &amp;amp; done with, on Monday. Can't believe we made and compiled notes so neatly, and didn't even come close to using them in the exam. I didn't have time to open and flip the textbook, mind you! It was a very, very interesting subject nonetheless and I'm glad I took it. No regrets. Despite me whining about it all semester, I actually enjoy reading the book because it's a whole new thing to me! Now when I look at company and business transactions, I look at it in a whole new perspective. So ppl, don't try and cheat me ok!! Don't even try.... haha. Or I might 'outsmart' you all instead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267758155451546818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SRrWIfJbPMI/AAAAAAAACcI/k6HDiUA4LiM/s320/P1070473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thank you, for being such an amazing companion for the 2 weeks before exams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(still amazing, nonetheless)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267758445209032994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SRrWZWk_mSI/AAAAAAAACcQ/-D1hWb8EXmc/s320/08112008262.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the 'best friend' &amp;amp; I in one of the tute rooms in IH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(I took a pic of this room because it reminded me so much of those old, traditional rooms in harry potter movies)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267759889096811250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SRrXtZeqovI/AAAAAAAACcg/aUVQGVG6o5Y/s320/chuck%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Don't you all agree with me that he's... &lt;em&gt;insatiable&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And that's how I'll end this post- by saving the best for last. Hahaha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-2145303810226977888?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/2145303810226977888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=2145303810226977888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/2145303810226977888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/2145303810226977888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-back-on-high-demand-hehe-bet-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_0z9JWflLUvg/SRrWIfJbPMI/AAAAAAAACcI/k6HDiUA4LiM/s72-c/P1070473.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921077308466356084.post-6175323553976218842</id><published>2008-11-12T19:26:00.008+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:39:35.238+11:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And after a &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;call from my mom&lt;/span&gt;, some &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;retail therapy&lt;/span&gt; (which I regretted later), a &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;talk with Monica&lt;/span&gt;, a dose of &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Gossip Girl&lt;/span&gt; episode 10 aaand, &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;instant noodles&lt;/span&gt; for dinner (i skipped IH dinner), I feel so much better! Also not forgetting, some really really sweet &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;sms-es&lt;/span&gt; from 2 people :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like all we need is family, friends, food, and fun and all's good. :) It's true!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-6175323553976218842?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/6175323553976218842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=6175323553976218842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/6175323553976218842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/6175323553976218842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2008/11/and-after-call-from-my-mom-some-retail.html' title=''/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7921077308466356084.post-7737351139140841545</id><published>2008-10-31T07:39:00.008+11:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:31:53.210+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Mornings like these</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Heck, morning has got to be the prettiest time of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And I started off today quite differently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I woke up at 7 (can't believe it right? i know, everyone knows i wake up at 12pm everyday, without fail), took a warm satisfying shower, and took my time to blow dry my hair. I then headed down to the dining hall for breakfast. The dining hall seemed so empty, with only a few students chatting away. I had cereals in peace, as I read the papers... I read on how Bill Clinton now supports Obama. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I then made sandwiches and packed it for lunch, as my classes will last till 2 today and I will be skipping lunch in IH. Again, I took my time to make sandwiches. I had all the time in the world, it was only 7.50 a.m. And my first class today starts at 10 a.m. Joy! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263059385515057890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SQokoFFpIuI/AAAAAAAACbo/DGWYnwR6qOY/s320/P1070451.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the style in IH- melted cheese on tomatoes with mushrooms on top ;) &lt;strong&gt;I love!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I only wish I could keep this waking up early thing up. :) it definitely feels good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-7737351139140841545?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/7737351139140841545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=7737351139140841545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/7737351139140841545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/7737351139140841545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2008/10/mornings-like-these.html' title='Mornings like these'/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_0z9JWflLUvg/SQokoFFpIuI/AAAAAAAACbo/DGWYnwR6qOY/s72-c/P1070451.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921077308466356084.post-8615787100882853944</id><published>2008-10-17T21:22:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T21:24:57.792+11:00</updated><title type='text'>I almost wept reading this...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There was once this guy who is very much in love with his girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This romantic guy folded 1,000 pieces of paper cranes as a gift to his girl.Although, at that time he was just a small fry in his company, his future didn ' t seem too bright, they were very happy together. Until one day, his girl told him she was going to Paris and will never come back. She also told him that she cannot visualize any future for the both of them, so they went their own ways there and then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heartbroken, the guy agreed. But when he regained his confidence, he worked hard day and night, slogging his body and mind just to make something out of himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally with all the hard work and the help of friends, this guy had set up his own company..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never fail until you stop trying. One rainy day, while this guy was driving, he saw an elderly couple sharing an umbrella in the rain walking to some destination. Even with the umbrella, they were still drenched. It didn't take him long to realize they were his girl's parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a heart in getting back at them, he drove slowly beside the couple, wanting them to spot him in his luxury sedan. He wanted them to know that he wasn't the same any more; he had his own company, car, condo, etc. He made it! What he saw next confused him, the couple was walking towards a cemetery, and so he got out of his car and followed...and he saw his girl, a photograph of her smiling sweetly as ever at him from her tombstone and he saw his paper cranes right beside her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her parents saw him. He asked them why this had happened. They explained, she did not leave for France at all. She was ill with cancer. She had believed that he will make it someday, but she did not want to be his obstacle... therefore she had chosen to leave him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to, doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have&lt;/strong&gt;. She had wanted her parents to put his paper cranes beside her, because, if the day comes when fate brings him to her again...he can take some of those back with him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once you have loved, you will always love. For what's in your mind may escape but what's in your heart will remain forever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy just wept...The worst way to miss someone is to be sitting right beside her knowing you can't have her, see her or be with her ever again.... hope you understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Find time to realize that there is one person who means so much to you, for you might wake up one morning losing that person who you thought meant nothing to you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-8615787100882853944?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/8615787100882853944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=8615787100882853944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/8615787100882853944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/8615787100882853944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2008/10/there-was-once-this-guy-who-is-very.html' title='I almost wept reading this...'/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7921077308466356084.post-4307993528876886939</id><published>2008-10-13T20:01:00.006+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T21:15:51.686+11:00</updated><title type='text'>Voulez vous coucher avec moi (ce soir) ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Translate that into english and it means: Do you want to sleep with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lol! Only just found that out ;) Oh btw, it wasn't an indication or anything. Just thought I'd enlighten those who didn't know the meaning of it! Since...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that famous line (in the song &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lady Marmalade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) is used in conjunction with none other than the... ICSS &lt;strong&gt;Moulin Rouge&lt;/strong&gt; Ball 2008!!! :) :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Held at Rydges Hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Of all the hard work, months of preparation, meetings after meetings, table duties, it finally paid off. And we're all very glad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SOdJX-s-mcI/AAAAAAAABqk/HbgcaditkF4/s1600-h/n670390251_4489406_2381[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253248166668442050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SOdJX-s-mcI/AAAAAAAABqk/HbgcaditkF4/s400/n670390251_4489406_2381%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Suyan &amp;amp; I in-charge of ticketing &amp;amp; registration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SOdFWm0WUUI/AAAAAAAABqU/HWztQlvK6Tc/s1600-h/P1070190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253243745030525250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SOdFWm0WUUI/AAAAAAAABqU/HWztQlvK6Tc/s400/P1070190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Mr.Publicity who's probably the most self-less guy I've known, he forego his seat that night for our unexpected increase in number of people who turned up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SOdCDuafDpI/AAAAAAAABqM/F2nY-Pshyyo/s1600-h/P1070195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253240122117131922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SOdCDuafDpI/AAAAAAAABqM/F2nY-Pshyyo/s400/P1070195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Now guys, please don't drool here, I know my girls are HOT!! =P&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253925394336763810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SOmxT0XYz6I/AAAAAAAABrM/EP-BqU_yYPY/s400/P1070193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The sexy dance crew we hired :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SOdBvzvbGiI/AAAAAAAABqE/clQ4mG5mOOM/s1600-h/P1070201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253239779949746722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SOdBvzvbGiI/AAAAAAAABqE/clQ4mG5mOOM/s400/P1070201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SOdApIl-oGI/AAAAAAAABp8/KEqSFdYA21s/s1600-h/P1070218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253238565776564322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SOdApIl-oGI/AAAAAAAABp8/KEqSFdYA21s/s400/P1070218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;IH-ers I bumped into at the after-party!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What I learned from this event- being in the organizing commitee, is that in order for something to work, a whole lot of preparation is needed. It's easier said that done of course. There's a chinese saying which goes, 'being on stage for 5 minutes, takes up 10 years of work &lt;em&gt;behind&lt;/em&gt; stage'. (direct translation) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's a whole new experience for me because all these while I've only attended balls and parties, not knowing the effort behind it to make it happen. Through this I also see many of the commitee members, who self-lessly contributed their time and effort to making this ball a success. Without them, the ball wouldn't have been a blast. For this, I &lt;strong&gt;thank you&lt;/strong&gt; my dear commitee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256568228948525538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SPMU9CgUweI/AAAAAAAABrU/GsHulfqTStA/s400/P1070220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;champagne toast&lt;/span&gt; for a job well done!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-4307993528876886939?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/4307993528876886939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=4307993528876886939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/4307993528876886939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/4307993528876886939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2008/10/voulez-vous-coucher-avec-moi-ce-soir.html' title='Voulez vous coucher avec moi (ce soir) ?'/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_0z9JWflLUvg/SOdJX-s-mcI/AAAAAAAABqk/HbgcaditkF4/s72-c/n670390251_4489406_2381%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921077308466356084.post-2213854677455929379</id><published>2008-10-05T17:11:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T17:28:53.878+11:00</updated><title type='text'>To the 'longchamp' girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... who got the &lt;em&gt;prettiest&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tiffany &amp;amp; Co's&lt;/span&gt; necklace instead. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SOmst6DPTnI/AAAAAAAABq8/OpFQ6BcIT3c/s1600-h/P1070310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253920344981327474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SOmst6DPTnI/AAAAAAAABq8/OpFQ6BcIT3c/s320/P1070310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;surprise&lt;/strong&gt; we all gave her when the clock ticked twelve. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's her beau :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SOmsT1IB-gI/AAAAAAAABq0/VED1GBf-wOk/s1600-h/P1070331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253919896982649346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SOmsT1IB-gI/AAAAAAAABq0/VED1GBf-wOk/s320/P1070331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And dinner @ &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Hardware lane&lt;/span&gt; on the night of her birthday with none other than close friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;where we proceeded to &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Carlton Bar&lt;/span&gt; after that for drinks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253921597744811586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SOmt209VDkI/AAAAAAAABrE/F9xcAy3fSJA/s320/P1070328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And of course, my main course of Grilled Fish&lt;/span&gt; @ &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vialetto's, Hardware lane :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Happy 20th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; once again darling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You're a friend in many ways, and despite the disagreements that we may have at times, I can see that you are the kind who will stand by your friends through thick &amp;amp; thin, and treasure them with your heart. For this, I'm glad I have known you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I hope this birthday will be a memorable one. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lots of love, lynnie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(see I don't simply give my lovee too! =p)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-2213854677455929379?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/2213854677455929379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=2213854677455929379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/2213854677455929379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/2213854677455929379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2008/10/to-longchamp-girl.html' title='To the &apos;longchamp&apos; girl'/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_0z9JWflLUvg/SOmst6DPTnI/AAAAAAAABq8/OpFQ6BcIT3c/s72-c/P1070310.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921077308466356084.post-7573586861985316633</id><published>2008-10-03T22:57:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T23:03:16.351+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was contemplating whether to go clubbing tonight&lt;strong&gt; or&lt;/strong&gt; just chill at home. Clubbing at se7en with the cross dress theme sounds fun, especially if its free entry and i already have what to wear in mind ;) BUT staying at home and just chill with cereals and watching sex and the city on my laptop sounds equally fun too :( You guessed it, I chose the latter. I-games today totally worn me out as I only had 4 hours of sleep the night before. Will blog about i-games soon. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyways, on Wednesday, I went to Monash Clayton to support our baddy team in uni games for a while.. then, Elaine dear picked me up and we (Sue ann &amp;amp; Yee leng) headed to her Uncle Andy's place for BBQ dinner =) She's been wanting me to meet her 'truly wonderful uncle andy', as quoted Elaine. :) haha! Indeed, he's a really nice dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SOSAJf-kvBI/AAAAAAAABpU/WLHkPp_P6vA/s1600-h/P1070253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252463966111972370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SOSAJf-kvBI/AAAAAAAABpU/WLHkPp_P6vA/s320/P1070253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; we love each other! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SOR_7HMgM-I/AAAAAAAABpM/tvVh4E99LG4/s1600-h/P1070256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252463718941340642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SOR_7HMgM-I/AAAAAAAABpM/tvVh4E99LG4/s320/P1070256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; i love this woman too man! been ages since we saw each other :) so happy to see you that night!&lt;br /&gt;- uncle andy's place had a pool table! hence the stick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SOR_a4QINaI/AAAAAAAABpE/HalOke0jDJY/s1600-h/P1070260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252463165174199714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SOR_a4QINaI/AAAAAAAABpE/HalOke0jDJY/s320/P1070260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; the girls :) far right's yee leng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SOR_SFZdUjI/AAAAAAAABo8/aWtQ8nYHpAo/s1600-h/P1070261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252463014084170290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SOR_SFZdUjI/AAAAAAAABo8/aWtQ8nYHpAo/s320/P1070261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;heaven :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we had bbq-ed chicken, lamb, beef, salad, corn, sausages, mushrooms. omgg it was sooo good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;all i could remember was elaine's daddy teasing me and pushing me to eat ALL the food left on the plate. i did :D hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253248859063987106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SOdKASE8K6I/AAAAAAAABqs/p2siM-lXcvQ/s320/n670390251_4471240_1048%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Food prepared by these men :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;About 15 of us went to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Torquay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for 3 days 2 nights last week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252465917669922354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SOSB7GGP1jI/AAAAAAAABp0/arGp4LbxiGA/s320/P1070237.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Peanut &amp;amp; I in PJ's carr :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;thank you PJ for the ride!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252464982901217154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SOSBEr0BV4I/AAAAAAAABpk/v17ztdc6RgA/s320/P1070238.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; At the beach house- jengaa! Boy I miss that game :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252464367810673346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SOSAg4bAesI/AAAAAAAABpc/ksw2iJDTLqI/s320/P1070245.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Everyone's happy when the drinks are out ;) just look at ming's big gleeful smile man haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252465113953774754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SOSBMUBYrKI/AAAAAAAABps/NEidzFBG8bs/s320/P1070251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;people who used my cam to camwhoree :] adui.. hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I didn't bring my camera to the beach so no pictures there.. but basically most of them went surfing and a few of us just chilled at the beach and played futsal :) :) my first time ever and i loved it! like instant love kind you know.. could feel a connection with the ball.. and want to kick more that kind.. I was as excited as a 5 year old girl in barbie dolls yes. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sex and the city's calling me now, update soon! :) at least now i have some pictures up, my blog doesn't look so boring la ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-7573586861985316633?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/7573586861985316633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=7573586861985316633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/7573586861985316633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/7573586861985316633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-was-contemplating-whether-i-should-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_0z9JWflLUvg/SOSAJf-kvBI/AAAAAAAABpU/WLHkPp_P6vA/s72-c/P1070253.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921077308466356084.post-289137154706633571</id><published>2008-09-27T20:08:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T20:59:47.661+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can still remember this time around last week, when our ICSS ball ended smoothly, everyone enjoyed themselves thoroughly, we were happy, and had a great after-party. The next day, I was on duty for &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Melbourne Uni Open badminton tournament&lt;/span&gt;, and turned up 2 hours late (due to lack of sleep and mild hangover). Since I arrived late, the schedules and games were already going on so all I did was umpiring. My first time being an umpire :) It was a very exciting experience! Haha.. It was so funny because I didn't think players would actually flirt with umpires.. I was horrified.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I was umpiring B grade mens doubles, and I came across this pair. Okay la, both of them quite good, won their match when I was their referee. One HK guy, one Thai. Later on, I had to call them for their semis match. One of them asked if I was their referee, I said no, and he said he wanted me to referee. But I was already gonna referee the other semis match. So I passed. Anyway, it so happened that I was the umpire for the finals and that pair got through. When they were warming up on the courts, again that guy 'attempted' some sweet talking. He said he almost lost his semis because I wasn't there refereeing his match. I was thinking, was he trying to make me make biased judgements ah? Damn pressure you know that match, if one side hits the shot and they claim it's in, but the other side claims it's out, I have to make a call. Either way, one party will be unhappy and show me the 'look'. Adui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The next day, that dude was playing A grade. He said I look like the main actress in Jay Chou's movie- bu neng shou ni de mimi. He said he asked his HK friends and they all agree. Wah, I damn happy. Hehehe. People say I look like a star you know. And apparently, the star's not those artificial beautiful kind, but more of a inside out beautiful kind. Oh gosh I'm syok sendiri now lol. Anyway, the president bought us commitee lunch and dinner that day. Dinner at Papa Gino's was gooood :) I was knackered, both days being at the courts till 8 p.m. I lost my voice the next day due to exhaustive shouting at the courts for players.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Anyway, on Saturday, I also played &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;mixed doubles B grade&lt;/span&gt; in the evening. I didn't want to take part in anymore tournaments after last year, so when a few asked this year if I wanted to partner them, I said no straight away. But it was &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;mr.jason tan&lt;/span&gt; who asked, how can i say no, parterning him has got to be the most-not-pressuring-fun thing :p so when he asked 3 days before the tourney, i answered okay, though still a bit hesitant. Anyhow, when the draw came out, I was shocked that we were no.1 seed. Pressure. We lost our first match by 4 points (all my mistake) and proceeded to consolation games and won all of it there. So we were consolation champions! But I feel so bad lah, he's at least an Open and A grade standard, and we had to play B grade. Putting that aside, I really had fun that day. He's truly an awesome person, kept on encouraging me and all, he's the man of the show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;AUG (australian uni games) starts tomorrow! Good luck Melbourne Uni team!!! So excited for the baddy team lah. Really hope they can go kick some ass and make us proud :) Last semester, I was put in 2nd division for the team. I was ecstatic. Too bad we don't have enough girls for 2nd team, so we're only sending the first team to compete this year :( the guys have 2 teams though.. &lt;em&gt;It'd be such an amazing experience to play in AUG&lt;/em&gt;, what more &lt;strong&gt;representing your Uni&lt;/strong&gt;. The feeling's just... indescribable. It's okay, maybe next time. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sighs, I know my blog's so pic deprived, tried uploading pics but i'm afraid to eat up mich's gb, so next time okayy :) Went to &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Chapel Street&lt;/span&gt; with a few Ih-ers today, oh gosh the clothes there are way out bounds for me.. too pricy for my own good. Tell me, are you willing to spend 100 over to 300 dollars for one dress? Or 80 dollars for one simple top? However, I managed to settle for one very cute (as quoted Kelly) &lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;high waist button skirt&lt;/span&gt; for 35 dollars! =p it's something different, and i like it very much. Also, got myself &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;2 necklaces&lt;/span&gt; from Sportsgirl. What a bargain it was, original price being 29.95 and 19.95 being cut down to 4.95 each! Woohoo!! So girls, if you wanna get good bargains, wait till sales, they really cut the price down! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Had TGI Fridays for the first time in Melb today. :) Reminds me of the times I visited my brother Ken when he was working in Friday's last time... good times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have so much to catch up on studies it's not even funny. Seriously. Why am I so slack?!? I promise to start on my OB assignment tonight. Promise promise promise... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-289137154706633571?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/289137154706633571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=289137154706633571' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/289137154706633571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/289137154706633571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-can-still-remember-this-time-around.html' title=''/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921077308466356084.post-6893838125001418764</id><published>2008-09-26T19:46:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T20:19:30.137+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Once you start, you can't stop</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Shopping on a high babyy :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bought a rip curl shorts, bikini top and cult handbag at Torquay yesterday. I had to- it was surfers' paradise and of course I had to leave with some beach goodies ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today, I bought a party top, hair band and baige shorts from Valleygirl. A pair of sandals from Novo, a spaghetti from Supre. And exchanged my hand bangle thingy from Diva for a pair of golden necklace; and my black shorts from supre for a strip long jacket/hoodie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tomorrow, I'm going chadstone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aduiiiii......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I never thought shopping could make a girl so happy, but clearly, the saying of 'retail therapy' proves to be true now :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In case my parents are worried that I'm spending a lot, don't worry I bought everything on good deal :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Will write a proper update soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-6893838125001418764?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/6893838125001418764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=6893838125001418764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/6893838125001418764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/6893838125001418764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2008/09/once-you-start-you-cant-stop.html' title='Once you start, you can&apos;t stop'/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7921077308466356084.post-2172611901828668443</id><published>2008-09-19T01:03:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T01:12:36.895+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Did I mention that packing my room is such a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pain in the ass&lt;/span&gt; task?&lt;br /&gt;It's even worse than assignments. :(&lt;br /&gt;I've got so many unnecessary, insignificant things in my room it's driving me crazy!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Will be moving out of IH tomorrow for the spring break :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Coincidentally, my family's moving house tomorrow as well!!! Lol.. moving to a temporary house for a few months while waiting for the new house to be ready. :D will be moving in during CNY, so you all back in msia can come visit me ya? :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So sorry for the lack of pics &amp;amp; boring posts... I promise a proper update after this crazyy weekend!&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: Didn't manage to find anything to wear for the ball. Die la tomorrow night!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-2172611901828668443?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/2172611901828668443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=2172611901828668443' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/2172611901828668443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/2172611901828668443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2008/09/did-i-mention-that-packing-my-room-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921077308466356084.post-4170613716744389162</id><published>2008-09-18T01:37:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T01:51:02.022+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In IH's computer lab now- just completed and submitted my OB take home exam, what a relief. Silly me spending an hour trying to cut words when I actually can afford to write more words. Read the instructions wrongly. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for the Ball this friday! Really, really hope it'll turn out well. Fruits of our labour :D Gonna scout for my dress/corset tomorrow. Hehe. If only I had the body I once had back in highschool or college.... okay okay, stop reminiscing the good ol past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, am not going back to Malaysia this spring break... gonna stay here in melbourne. have a few exciting trips planned out, hopefully it'll work out. Wrote a long list of things to achieve this break, with headings like studies, fun and entertainment, committee commitments, i-games, earning money etc. Doubt I'll achieve all but i'd be happy to achieve slightly more than half!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, it's 1.40 a.m. and I'm the only one left in the lab. Soo tired. The only thing's that holding me back from going back to my room's chatting with my friends on msn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Eh pin, miss talking to you la! always see ur partying pics back in malaysia, happening eh! better save one session for me! hehe. and i can't wait to see your girl ;) And u too, su yi! can't wait to plan our hugeee birthday bash next year! have so many things in mind already, will send u an email. and thanks for your sms today, u're such a thoughtful friend! love ya!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night all. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-4170613716744389162?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/4170613716744389162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=4170613716744389162' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/4170613716744389162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/4170613716744389162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2008/09/in-ihs-computer-lab-now-just-completed.html' title=''/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921077308466356084.post-3457118546856823171</id><published>2008-09-14T22:19:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T22:41:02.747+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sigh, really indecisive about something now. Should I go back home (home as in Malaysia) in the September break? Which means, in a week's time! It's true that we worry when we don't have options, but when we &lt;em&gt;do &lt;/em&gt;have options, we also worry. How la like that??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've got the best parents ever. I swear. I was sick for the past week and really missed home during that period.. I guess they sensed it, and they kept sms-ing me telling me that they'd be very happy to have me back. Quoted my dad, 'Wei Lynn you can always come back for a week or 10 days during your spring break. We miss you too. Think about it in the next few days and let us know.' Quoted my mom, 'Girl, papa and i discussed. if you want to come back during your break, we'd be very happy. We can afford. Go online and check jetstar fare ok?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But going back and coming back is going to cost RM5000 at least. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I used the cost-benefit analysis! Pros- get to see my beloved family whom I missed terribly, get to see alllll my loving friends back home, and friends who are about to go back to the UK (hopefully i'd get to catch them before they fly back), the FOOOOD. Cons- costly, gonna miss on OB group assignment discussions, might miss out on I-games ICSS is organizing, missing out on AUG badminton games (I wanna watch!), and catching up with friends here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When I messaged my brother Ken about how much I miss asia cafe's fried kuay teow, hawker stalls siu yuk fan, mamak food, raja laut's oysters, du's hokkien noodles and fried rice, cheap japanese food etc etc, he replied: "Haha tang wei lynn. :) don't worry you'll be home very soon. And I'll be your personal driver when you come home. We'll whack the food and grow fat together k?" THEN.. he ended it with "Haha no la your not fat just a lil over weight (="&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aiyo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;He will always be my darling brother la. Oh, and I can't wait to visit Shaun in his new school too!!! Mmmm :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Decisions, decisions. Guess I'd have to make one by tomorrow. Help me decide please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sigh Wei Lynn, got options also so fan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-3457118546856823171?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/3457118546856823171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=3457118546856823171' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/3457118546856823171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/3457118546856823171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2008/09/sigh-really-indecisive-about-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921077308466356084.post-5783631588197353308</id><published>2008-08-29T00:06:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T01:15:52.267+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've been meaning to blog since... forever. But haven't found the time. I have so much to say but each time I am about to get to blogging, I feel tired. Anyway I made it a point to blog tonight since I am staying in on a Friday night :) yes, I am. As surprising as that may sound. I realised that my blog has been deprived of pictures.. so here goes a few, enjoyy! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Can you believe that one year has passed already? I almost couldn't. It's insane, how time flies by so quickly. I can still remember this time around the year &lt;em&gt;last year &lt;/em&gt;during Uni's Open Day and Colleges' Open Day. Haha, in fact, I started my blog with posts of me going on a college-hop! Remember, readers??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, about 2 weeks ago was the &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Open Day&lt;/span&gt; for both Uni and Residential Colleges. I signed up to be a&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; tour guide&lt;/span&gt; for the college I'm living in. For the mere 3 hours of work that I put in, I get paid (or rather, reduced from my accomodation fees) 65 dollars. A pretty good deal, eh? Some of the locals were really friendly and I really like them! They make you feel appreciated :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239600727324150802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SLbNGdUIzBI/AAAAAAAABnc/sPTF301RaaA/s320/P1070041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Outside IH- free BBQ sausages for visitors! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We were wearing the IH rugby jersey.. Oh I love it and am gonna get one! despite it costing 70 dollars. crazy man. but it's for memories, and plus i get to use the 65 i earned to subsidize this merchandise :) hehe! &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Luke &lt;/span&gt;and I visited a few other colleges that day as well, reaping free doughnuts from Whitney College and free coffee from University College. It was so fun because Luke and I pretended to be high school students inquiring about the college indicating we might want to stay there next year. Reminds me of last year when I toured around colleges with Ben!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, and I remember feeling so tired that day. Only slept at 6 a.m. the night before. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Jo darling&lt;/span&gt; cooked a few of us a marvelous dinner, and we headed to &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;karaoke&lt;/span&gt; after that. My 2nd time karaoke-ing in Melbourne! I had a blast. I must, must go again one day soon :) I miss singing 'zhi shao hai you ni' and all the other chinese, english oldies. I'm such an old-fashioned girl, some people even say I belong to the older generations. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, yes. I remember now... on the night of the Open Day itself, it was the &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Olympics badminton finals&lt;/span&gt; between Lee Chong Wei &amp;amp; Lin Dan. I walked all the way to College Square Lygon at 10.30 at night with Luke (thank you, Luke!) just to watch the match as they've got Foxtel there. Some IH-ers were trying to stream from the net the match which I highly doubted they could. To my dismay, Foxtel did not show the match! In fact, the IH-ers managed to stream ittt!! Sigh, quite disappointed la that night. Oh well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A few weeks back, &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Alvin,&lt;/span&gt; my Sri KDU class mate, celebrated his 20th at &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Eve, Southbank&lt;/span&gt;. It was good meeting up with old old pals whom I love and missed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239944388501937954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SLgFqK91nyI/AAAAAAAABn0/-ZypUlwBrsA/s320/n590331285_1162625_3545%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The girls who went :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Other College events:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SLgFxqJzIKI/AAAAAAAABn8/4kUVdQbLKL4/s1600-h/n670390251_3954191_3282%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239944517132689570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SLgFxqJzIKI/AAAAAAAABn8/4kUVdQbLKL4/s320/n670390251_3954191_3282%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt; Mexican Night&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Monicaa&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239944658246945938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SLgF532DzJI/AAAAAAAABoE/r5XYhrMGyuU/s320/n759950380_3951251_2393%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Winter Dinner with&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; yee von&lt;/span&gt;, a beautiful girl inside out! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lastly, presenting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SLfPrkvZa5I/AAAAAAAABns/d3i3qnT9SX8/s1600-h/Poster_(FINAL_FINAL_2).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239885038972660626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SLfPrkvZa5I/AAAAAAAABns/d3i3qnT9SX8/s320/Poster_(FINAL_FINAL_2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc6600;"&gt; ICSS Moulin Rouge Ball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yes, organised by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;ICSS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- the society I'm in! Those of you in Melbourne, please please make it! We're putting a lot of effort making this this ball the bomb. Support okay people? :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S: Through having a post in a society that I realize that with power comes responsibilities. To make something work, the whole process counts, from planning, to delegating, to having meetings and meetings and meetings, to finalizing things, to actually carrying out the tasks, it's not easy! But when you imagine how beautiful the end product's gonna be, it's all worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239955752630147922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SLgP_ppI21I/AAAAAAAABoM/J8r7PDKKXxs/s320/P1070054.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yuet &amp;amp; I in one of our &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;chalk-runs&lt;/span&gt; outside Union House. Beautiful, right?? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SLfM3a6oTTI/AAAAAAAABnk/_AFualjFl38/s1600-h/P1070061.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239881943958965554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SLfM3a6oTTI/AAAAAAAABnk/_AFualjFl38/s320/P1070061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god, haha. I was on &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;High Table&lt;/span&gt; last night and that was on my table seat :) just felt like posting it up for memories! Been to High table three times so far. First was last year, when I just got to IH, and called by the office. Second time was for the badminton team who went to the finals. And third time (last night) was for the people who helped out in Open Day. I love high tables, why? 'cause we get nice nice pastries and winee during pre-drinks. And more wine during dinner. And we get to sit one level higher in the dining hall with the head of college and tutors. I drank too much wine last night and fell asleep straight after dinner. I'm a terrible drinker :p then again it's no surprise to many ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night, hope to update soon! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-5783631588197353308?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/5783631588197353308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=5783631588197353308' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/5783631588197353308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/5783631588197353308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2008/08/ive-been-meaning-to-blog-since.html' title=''/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_0z9JWflLUvg/SLbNGdUIzBI/AAAAAAAABnc/sPTF301RaaA/s72-c/P1070041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921077308466356084.post-5238944236239247721</id><published>2008-08-24T20:35:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T20:41:55.891+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Ken&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SLE5hCB4PzI/AAAAAAAABnE/mZyg-nwf6hw/s1600-h/n670390251_3094143_5619%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238031081251815218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SLE5hCB4PzI/AAAAAAAABnE/mZyg-nwf6hw/s320/n670390251_3094143_5619%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jie loves you so, so, much! And the thought of you never fails to make me smile. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Have a great one my darling bro, so happy to see you grow up to be a fine gentleman. Japs later with jieun &amp;amp; family ya? hehe. Email me soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-5238944236239247721?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/5238944236239247721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=5238944236239247721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/5238944236239247721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/5238944236239247721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2008/08/h-p-p-y-b-i-r-t-h-d-y-ken.html' title=''/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_0z9JWflLUvg/SLE5hCB4PzI/AAAAAAAABnE/mZyg-nwf6hw/s72-c/n670390251_3094143_5619%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921077308466356084.post-8102235330819866712</id><published>2008-08-15T22:06:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T22:21:18.652+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just realised one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many things we get involved in this life is because of the &lt;em&gt;company&lt;/em&gt;. Company being the &lt;strong&gt;people&lt;/strong&gt; and&lt;strong&gt; friends&lt;/strong&gt; we like and enjoy being with that prompt us to join.. Say, a society, a club, a company, a job or even a volunteer work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's because we are most happy when we are with people who are sincerely nice and concerned, people who we can be ourselves, and people who believe in us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just thinking about it after receiving a message from a friend who's doing the 40 hour famine thingy. She's such a self-less girl and I think everyone should emulate her. I would gladly sponsor her out of my own pocket money, which I think I will do so. As compared to other people who may not be that nice in life (this is entirely up to one's judgement for everyone's judgement differs), would you sponsor them, or would you sponsor people who are genuinely nice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol I'm getting nowhere here! Anyway, my point is, we should just be nice to everyone in this life (and extra nice to people you treasure). Note: we not necessarily have to be nice to people who are mean to us, but i guess just don't do any harm to them and it's all good. For we won't know what's installed for us in the future. We might just need them ya know ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-8102235330819866712?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/8102235330819866712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=8102235330819866712' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/8102235330819866712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/8102235330819866712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-just-realised-one-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921077308466356084.post-6271077194100238196</id><published>2008-08-13T20:04:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T22:25:47.361+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I got tagged by &lt;strong&gt;Marcus&lt;/strong&gt;, he always tags me lol. And I've never done any of them (so sorry, marcus!) Even when I promised him I would! So, I decided to complete his latest tag as a start. And yes, it's my first! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;6 Things I'm &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Passionate&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;About&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Eating&lt;/strong&gt; (give me food anytime of the day and I will gladly accept)&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Learning new things everyday&lt;/strong&gt; (I'm a very curious person and I tend to ask one too many questions)&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Singing &lt;/strong&gt;(omg i really, &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; love singing!!! esp singing with mummy &amp;amp; friends who love the same songs as u do!)&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Having fun!!&lt;/strong&gt; (doing anything at all- movies, mamak-ing, chilling)&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Badminton&lt;/strong&gt; (haha I like cheering and shouting with my mom while watching games at home)&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Making people around me laugh&lt;/strong&gt; and of course, making myself laugh too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6 Things I &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Say Too Much&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Eh, I’m hungry la. Got anything for me to eat? *hehe*&lt;br /&gt;- Omg this is so boring, I feel like sleeping already. (in some of the lectures)&lt;br /&gt;- Aiyo, my tummy so huge already. I'm so fat!&lt;br /&gt;- I must wake up early tomorrow for breakfast!! (this was for &lt;em&gt;last sem&lt;/em&gt;, and it never happened hehe)&lt;br /&gt;- Ooh I'm so happy for you!! (for friends who are happy in relationships)&lt;br /&gt;- Oh my god!! Really??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;6 Books I've &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Read Recently&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Morning, Noon and Night by Sidney Sheldon&lt;br /&gt;- The Monk who sold his Ferrari by Robin S.Sharma&lt;br /&gt;- Doomsday conspiracy by Sidney Sheldon&lt;br /&gt;- Commercial Applications of Company Law by Pamela Hanrahan&lt;br /&gt;- My OB textbook I guess?&lt;br /&gt;... I can't think of anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;6 Songs I &lt;strong&gt;Listen&lt;/strong&gt; to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Again and Again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Your Guardian Angel by Red Jumpsuit Apparutus&lt;br /&gt;- Closer by Joshua Radin&lt;br /&gt;- Zhi shao hai you ni by... omg i forgot!!&lt;br /&gt;- Boston by Augustana&lt;br /&gt;- Free Loop by Daniel Powter&lt;br /&gt;- Qi li xiang by Jay Chou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;6 Things I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Learnt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Over the Past Year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Always be grateful for what you have in life, no matter where you are and what you have.&lt;br /&gt;- People treat you the way you treat them, be nice to them and they will too, in return.&lt;br /&gt;- Prioritising what’s important in life, e.g. always ask myself where I am and where I'm heading. Also, spending time with close and loved ones should be priority.&lt;br /&gt;- Never to believe exactly what people tell you unless it’s their own experience; always give the other the benefit of the doubt.&lt;br /&gt;- Never to be too attached to material things (ah, screw my lost watch lah! What’s the point in stressing about it?? though I must admit that it wasn't easy letting it go. such a beautiful watch it was)&lt;br /&gt;- Money is so, so, so important and sometimes we don't realize the importance of it. That's why it'd be good if we can earn our own money. And to save as much, if possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;6 &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peeps &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;to &lt;strong&gt;Tag&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sammy&lt;br /&gt;- Jac Kee&lt;br /&gt;- Yuet&lt;br /&gt;- Luke&lt;br /&gt;- Lindy&lt;br /&gt;- Chien Loong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*if any of the above still reads my blog :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-6271077194100238196?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/6271077194100238196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=6271077194100238196' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/6271077194100238196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/6271077194100238196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-got-tagged-by-marcus-he-always-tags.html' title=''/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921077308466356084.post-8247862080074770867</id><published>2008-08-10T00:19:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T22:36:31.362+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I just saw some facebook pictures of a childhood friend who has just graduated from &lt;strong&gt;LSE Law&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;first class honours&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her wearing the graduation grown; going up the stage receiving the cert. That special moment. All the effort and hard work put in being paid off, it was all worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I wanna be like her too!! Wait, I am going to be like her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine how proud her parents are of her. Her dad's my dad's childhood friend as well, and recently he was telling me he was gonna go london for her convocation. Just by saying that I can imagine how excited and overjoyed he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From today onwards, she'll be my role model. U can be involved in many things, party hard, but studying is of utmost priority in uni. I am &lt;strong&gt;determined&lt;/strong&gt; now! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-8247862080074770867?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/8247862080074770867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=8247862080074770867' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/8247862080074770867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/8247862080074770867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-just-saw-some-facebook-pictures-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921077308466356084.post-3272767162723152805</id><published>2008-08-07T21:23:00.010+10:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T22:22:35.275+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#0066cc;"&gt;Just got back from Brunswick, bought some Oreos and a box of Easy Macs for snacks purposes just in case IH food doesn't satisfy my insatiable appetite, which is usually the case. Decided to have KFC for dinner and dump my late meal aside, how 'thrifty' would that make me =( Also, I got myself a Sidney Sheldon book for only 5.75 dollars- despite me having read all of his series. I just absolutely &lt;em&gt;adore&lt;/em&gt; Sidney's books. His work is a piece of art, hence I didn't bother thinking twice spending that money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#0066cc;"&gt;Had a short and great chat with Jia Wei during dinner. He told me that he's aiming to spend only 300-400 dollars this whole semester, which is about 4 months. To many that may seem like a very small amount, but to think again, it's actually possible to spend only that amount of money. Firstly, all our meals are provided already in IH. Plus, electricity and water bills are included in the IH bill our parents paid for. So, the money that we'll be spending are just on outings during the weekends. That made me re-think. If he can do it, why can't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#0066cc;"&gt;Starting tomorrow, I shall spend only when I really need to, since buying the Sidney book has deducted major points from this new goal of mine. I'm going to eat in as much as I can, and only spend when I go out during the weekends. I'm aiming for a total of 500 dollars until I return Malaysia end of the year. And that does not include the Corporate Law textbook I'm going to purchase, which is gonna cost me a whopping 100 aussie dollars. If only it wasn't an open book exam, I'd gladly just borrow from IH library- but it isn't and thus I need to highlight and make my own notes in the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#0066cc;"&gt;Did I mention that I can't find my watch? My precious stainless steel watch my mom presented me when I was 15, when I scored straight A's in my PMR. I still remember what she told me, that the watch will last me for a very, very long time, and I will wear it during my first job interview. It's a pretty watch. I miss it badly now. I really hope it will surface one of these days. One thing I don't quite like about myself now is that I tend to be disorganized. I wasn't like this last time, I'm not sure when it got to me. Now, my things are just everywhere and I tend to take for granted the things that I have. Texted my mom yesterday about my watch. She replied saying it's okay, get a new one if it doesn't turn up in 10 days. It's ok to have two watches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#0066cc;"&gt;Speaking of which, I really feel blessed and loved to have a family like mine. I was just unpacking and decorating my room the other day, and boy, looking at the things I told family to get me, made me feel... like a princess. It's little things like, I want the sticking board I had in my room back home, and they got me two. I emailed my mom that I wanted an ipod and speakers, and she gave me her ipod and this edifier thing to stick my ipod in. I mentioned I wanted this ralph lauren perfume, this kerastase hair masque, this and that, and they got me, everything. And a few days back, I sms-ed my mom and asked her why am I majoring in Finance and Accounting again- it being my choice solely. She emailed me promptly the next day and made me realize things in perspective. You see, sometimes I wish my parents didn't give me that many choices and lets me decide what I want most of the time. Sometimes I wish they'd decide for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#0066cc;"&gt;A few days ago, I received this parcel from the front office:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SJgq_htilAI/AAAAAAAABmE/gT8XnL3wbwI/s1600-h/P1060971.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230978238060336130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SJgq_htilAI/AAAAAAAABmE/gT8XnL3wbwI/s400/P1060971.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; A photo frame from my mom; now displayed on my bedside table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It means a lot to me, thank you mummy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SJgqaPdBEzI/AAAAAAAABl8/sWRxvRcHXUg/s1600-h/P1060971.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S.: I chopped off my almost-going-to-be-long hair; and now it's back to how it was in form 1-3, short boy-cut hair like. Not sure if it's a good thing. I really did want to leave it long this year. Fate just wasn't on my side, hasn't been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SJgqKTnRomI/AAAAAAAABl0/Wz_BB7TkdjM/s1600-h/P1060971.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-3272767162723152805?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/3272767162723152805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=3272767162723152805' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/3272767162723152805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/3272767162723152805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp2.blogger.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SJgq_htilAI/AAAAAAAABmE/gT8XnL3wbwI/s72-c/P1060971.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921077308466356084.post-1709791852497081085</id><published>2008-07-22T14:55:00.009+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T17:16:51.098+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Some recaps of what happened during last semester. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SH4Vuc3DByI/AAAAAAAABlU/CwWSlNIfm2I/s1600-h/n218102684_31201984_8198%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223636505561597730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SH4Vuc3DByI/AAAAAAAABlU/CwWSlNIfm2I/s320/n218102684_31201984_8198%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;MUOSS's &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Amazing Race&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- this was my group, we were supposed to dress up as eccentricly by making use of fashion items in a shop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Not only was it a new sem in Uni, it was a whole new semester at &lt;strong&gt;college&lt;/strong&gt; as well:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SH4EJAi9N5I/AAAAAAAABk0/jxJ0j6P3x-s/s1600-h/IMG_0668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223617170608306066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SH4EJAi9N5I/AAAAAAAABk0/jxJ0j6P3x-s/s320/IMG_0668.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Chilling with floor mates in Chris's room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SH4D2rOkH3I/AAAAAAAABks/Rzjk5lChRj4/s1600-h/IMG_0667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223616855647985522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SH4D2rOkH3I/AAAAAAAABks/Rzjk5lChRj4/s320/IMG_0667.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The famous Ice Kacang made by Chris &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SHxuj0zA9HI/AAAAAAAABjk/YngC8tU9984/s1600-h/P1060286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223171229590025330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SHxuj0zA9HI/AAAAAAAABjk/YngC8tU9984/s320/P1060286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Cultural dinner- Spain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Then there was &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Cafe 2008&lt;/span&gt;, a huge annual performance by the IH community to raise funds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SHxuVyuVqgI/AAAAAAAABjc/9TGHxTbhYS8/s1600-h/P1060026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223170988515371522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SHxuVyuVqgI/AAAAAAAABjc/9TGHxTbhYS8/s320/P1060026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SHxtvz4XNmI/AAAAAAAABjU/930svO_HX7w/s1600-h/P1060165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223170335990822498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SHxtvz4XNmI/AAAAAAAABjU/930svO_HX7w/s320/P1060165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, not forgetting my &lt;em&gt;favourite &lt;/em&gt;game. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SHxtiq3oDZI/AAAAAAAABjM/8DSBU419XII/s1600-h/P1060111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223170110233513362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SHxtiq3oDZI/AAAAAAAABjM/8DSBU419XII/s320/P1060111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eunice, Kat &amp;amp; I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kat's an awesome captain of the baddy team; well she IS the girls sports rep in IH and I think she did a great job putting our team together! Well done, Kat. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223609527766404418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SH39MIvczUI/AAAAAAAABkc/hoc4ZEf2ahc/s320/P1060104.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One of the groups of IH who came to watch &amp;amp; support :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SHxtWLplazI/AAAAAAAABjE/pcfaEW1kYEE/s1600-h/P1060113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223169895694691122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SHxtWLplazI/AAAAAAAABjE/pcfaEW1kYEE/s320/P1060113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh most importantly, my darling uni mates who came to support. Love you girls much much!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Occassional House parties:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223625726414377202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SH4L7BaFUPI/AAAAAAAABlE/zIbrB5V0vfs/s320/n690955561_2822360_9143%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223619586685032722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SH4GVpIiWRI/AAAAAAAABk8/bzyoMBsiPXU/s320/n670390251_2876562_568%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;@ Elaine's- ANZAC weekend party&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223165326114571090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SHxpMMoyQ1I/AAAAAAAABiM/sk7O7eOaG_g/s320/n890335656_3113879_2356%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Williamstown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;... And some random parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SHxs3WQYjOI/AAAAAAAABi8/HO3HBwbTrmc/s1600-h/IMG_3346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223169365965835490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SHxs3WQYjOI/AAAAAAAABi8/HO3HBwbTrmc/s320/IMG_3346.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;June's 21st&lt;/span&gt; @ the apartment lounge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SHxsea-P9JI/AAAAAAAABi0/BPYosrXyX-o/s1600-h/yuet+%26+i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223168937735222418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SHxsea-P9JI/AAAAAAAABi0/BPYosrXyX-o/s320/yuet+%26+i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Fiesta Latina&lt;/span&gt; with miss.siah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SHxsH67CJQI/AAAAAAAABis/X5vobyy5SAc/s1600-h/n218101619_31309369_5084%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223168551174677762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SHxsH67CJQI/AAAAAAAABis/X5vobyy5SAc/s320/n218101619_31309369_5084%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;@ Seven with Liyen- it was lingerie night (only got closer to her this sem! :p )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223616122815501970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SH4DMBNr1pI/AAAAAAAABkk/AvgrXOgUWaI/s320/IMG_3415%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Not forgetting my babes in Uni.. it was the end of exams party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;(next one u better come mich!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223635795932690194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SH4VFJSVNxI/AAAAAAAABlM/mXI989beg-g/s320/n576500514_3417372_6293%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Primary school mates! :) Jeat &amp;amp; Caleen. so happy to see them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SHxr6LBrD8I/AAAAAAAABik/j7aPnmFVMlg/s1600-h/n774845435_2824231_6917%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223168314979323842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SHxr6LBrD8I/AAAAAAAABik/j7aPnmFVMlg/s320/n774845435_2824231_6917%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;@ Eve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Travelling &amp;amp; sight-seeing wise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SHxrlrB51VI/AAAAAAAABic/PRKX3wsJxPY/s1600-h/P1050793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223167962792973650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SHxrlrB51VI/AAAAAAAABic/PRKX3wsJxPY/s320/P1050793.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt; Grampians...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223637071712011650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SH4WPZ70xYI/AAAAAAAABlk/lFWm5yAFgag/s320/P1050764.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;... with the &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ICSS &lt;/span&gt;crew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SHxq-wpQ41I/AAAAAAAABiU/vTUuaerCM0s/s1600-h/P1050810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223167294285341522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SHxq-wpQ41I/AAAAAAAABiU/vTUuaerCM0s/s320/P1050810.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How can I not forget our "P" &amp;amp; "VP" post ;) hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Another trip; one the way to &lt;strong&gt;Mildura&lt;/strong&gt; with floor mates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SHxoYGBsXKI/AAAAAAAABiE/thl-SBYuQsA/s1600-h/P1050864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223164430986796194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SHxoYGBsXKI/AAAAAAAABiE/thl-SBYuQsA/s320/P1050864.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When we were almost half-way through. (whole trip took us 7 hours drive!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SHxn-23Z31I/AAAAAAAABh8/_lodP8QVOWc/s1600-h/P1050881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223163997420379986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SHxn-23Z31I/AAAAAAAABh8/_lodP8QVOWc/s320/P1050881.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;In front of Zach's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;A&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; volunteering programme&lt;/span&gt; I took part in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SHxnFgi9hlI/AAAAAAAABhs/6PLjsPRR1lI/s1600-h/IMG_0741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223163012176512594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SHxnFgi9hlI/AAAAAAAABhs/6PLjsPRR1lI/s320/IMG_0741.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223163488763000674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SHxnhP-CN2I/AAAAAAAABh0/Mkt9EOqpLbY/s320/IMG_0800.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Run for the Kids&lt;/span&gt; marathon&lt;/em&gt;- I was a sector Marshall standing at the sides of the road, 'guiding' people. It was an experience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Some who are leaving us to further their studies in an exchange programme. Among the 3 I know of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SHxmX8SEXfI/AAAAAAAABhk/ewqhHtg5vbE/s1600-h/CIMG6851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223162229347868146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SHxmX8SEXfI/AAAAAAAABhk/ewqhHtg5vbE/s320/CIMG6851.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Miss Chiau Lin who's going to Uni of Edinburgh! Wah, so proud of her I tell you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And Liyen's who's going to a uni in U.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I wish both you all the best there. Gonna miss both of you alottt! Only gotten close to both of them last sem.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-1709791852497081085?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/1709791852497081085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=1709791852497081085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/1709791852497081085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/1709791852497081085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2008/07/some-recaps-of-what-happened-during.html' title=''/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp0.blogger.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SH4Vuc3DByI/AAAAAAAABlU/CwWSlNIfm2I/s72-c/n218102684_31201984_8198%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921077308466356084.post-2437143381859944770</id><published>2008-07-15T23:10:00.012+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T00:54:24.805+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I'm currently quite obsessed with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SHyyDMbArVI/AAAAAAAABkU/G3g-bHpDDFY/s1600-h/Robert+Hoffman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223245435786800466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SHyyDMbArVI/AAAAAAAABkU/G3g-bHpDDFY/s320/Robert+Hoffman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SHyxrHakcHI/AAAAAAAABkM/awigcF7Yzto/s1600-h/Rob1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223245022125912178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SHyxrHakcHI/AAAAAAAABkM/awigcF7Yzto/s320/Rob1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SHyuumegmII/AAAAAAAABj0/MSRge3KfuDA/s1600-h/2008_step_up_2_the_street_006%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223241783468660866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SHyuumegmII/AAAAAAAABj0/MSRge3KfuDA/s400/2008_step_up_2_the_street_006%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Robert James Hoffman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Please tell me you think he's hot. 'cause he sure IS!!! i've got an eye for gorgeous men (i'd like to think so), and I just know that this guy's gonna go very far in his acting career!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;there were so many scenes where he showed expressions like he was all over andie west, like a puppy longing for its owner kind. like when he kept staring at her with those eyes when she auditioned, and when they kept bumping into each other, and when they were up on missy's house roof doing the lights.. oh and when andie got kicked out of the crew and he asked her with pure, genuine concerned eyes if she wants to talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Lol. See, I'm obsessed. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Kept replaying Step Up 2 scenes all over! Just can't get enough of it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Now this is my dream guy! Totally nice (not only to you but to all your friends and to older people), cares for you and shows that he really means it, loves you more than you love him, believe in his own principles, stand strong for himself, smart, intellectual, hot buff body, tall, good looking (this not so important though)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;but most importantly, i must be able to be myself when i'm with him. like, i can be as lame as i wanna be.. and can talk nonsense like there's no tomorrow! hehe. and also, able to make him laugh, and laugh earnestly at his jokes in return.. of course, it'd be a plus point if we shared the same vision for the future now that we're all older and more mature.. as much as u think it's unnecessary, i feel it's a strong point for a relationship to hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;eh why am i talking about all these!! ok, i should go off now.. robert hoffman is one sexy thing =) nights!! hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-2437143381859944770?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/2437143381859944770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=2437143381859944770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/2437143381859944770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/2437143381859944770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-currently-quite-obsessed-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://bp2.blogger.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SHyyDMbArVI/AAAAAAAABkU/G3g-bHpDDFY/s72-c/Robert+Hoffman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921077308466356084.post-3998007354648092536</id><published>2008-07-15T20:47:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T20:54:37.101+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Sigh, I've got so many things to update e.g. family coming over to Melbourne, family trip to sydney, semester recaps etc but i'm just so lazy! Partly because there are a million and one pictures to choose from to upload and I am just so indecisive! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently at Elaine's place now (a getaway house to me) in the far far away suburbs.. I love it here, it's so quiet and peaceful. For the first time this year I went for a 10 mins jog! then pampered myself in the hot tub with these theurepeutic stones i found on her bathtub.. Ahh, of the simple pleasures in life which makes me happy! :p Then i cooked some dinner for myself. An hour later, I got hungry again. So now, two pieces of toasted bread with butter spreadings and a cup of warm camomile tea accompanies me as I lay on the bed with a book and laptop in hand. Ahh, I am happy! It's not hard to make me happy :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw, I downloaded i-tunes and transferred all my songs from media player to i-tunes itself and to my ipod, my new baby! Told mom i wanted an ipod so she gave me hers. So today I jogged with my ipod on! yayy! hahah another little pleasure in life ;p alright, will head off now to wonderland (a book in hand on the bed + a cup of warm tea). will update soon!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. elaine's gone to phillip island with her nieces, decided not to follow as i desperately needed to rejuvenate myself with sleep and some time alone. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-3998007354648092536?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/3998007354648092536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=3998007354648092536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/3998007354648092536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/3998007354648092536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2008/07/sigh-ive-got-so-many-things-to-update-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-7921077308466356084.post-5862930158948220377</id><published>2008-06-25T17:43:00.008+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T18:52:22.195+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was browsing through some old pictures... and these was what I found :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Year 2004:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202479453519445378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SDLrf8JLfYI/AAAAAAAABZ0/fi89OedDGCk/s400/friends1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At Sofia's open house when us girls were only 16 then; I remembered us joining the older people on the dance floor! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215729445086122098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SGH-S9LnUHI/AAAAAAAABgU/TFTPhB5JZ-U/s400/13639985658653l%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; At Alicia's mansion on one of the gatherings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SDT2sQANDII/AAAAAAAABas/von779ESGg4/s1600-h/onthebed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203054709590264962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SDT2sQANDII/AAAAAAAABas/von779ESGg4/s400/onthebed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another one of those gatherings and sleepovers (naturally) at Mandy's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;... and us acting silly! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Year 2005:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202476605956127954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SDLo6MJLfNI/AAAAAAAABYc/d2Eg_KJXEuw/s400/yumm.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One of the last few days in school where we went around the whole school taking pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203055207806471314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SDT3JQANDJI/AAAAAAAABa0/I8E-aA1n6tc/s400/happy2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Field trip with 5 Mozart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SDT2fwANDHI/AAAAAAAABak/LkYD_s-wHYU/s1600-h/prom11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203054494841900146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SDT2fwANDHI/AAAAAAAABak/LkYD_s-wHYU/s400/prom11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; During the year end Prom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SDT2MAANDGI/AAAAAAAABac/lR4qB3PiqNI/s1600-h/%3D).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203054155539483746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SDT2MAANDGI/AAAAAAAABac/lR4qB3PiqNI/s400/%3D).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Doesn't everyone look so happy? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Year 2006&lt;/span&gt;- when we're all a lil more grown up :p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215730017622757474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0z9JWflLUvg/SGH-0SC_EGI/AAAAAAAABgc/tVM6xCAMCV4/s400/the+gurls1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Oh how I &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; you girls! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*missing Suyi, Vonney, Yng- the other KDU girls in this pic though :(*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;BUT.. I'll be seeing you Su yi dear in Sydney in less than 2 weeks time!!! Yayyy so happpyyy... :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Looking back at these pictures brings back good old memories, and I know for sure that these memories will be forever etched in my heart :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Other girls like siew mei, fan, sammy, theresa, sheue yng, yvonne chua.. you're being &lt;strong&gt;missed&lt;/strong&gt;! So sad that I won't be back in Msia in July to reunite. :( Not to mention others like keat, kelvin, pin, jiat, foong, eiran, kelvin, cal, hou, kenneth, cloong, marcus, ds, dh. Sorry if I missed out any!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Last paper on Friday. BRING IT ON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-5862930158948220377?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/5862930158948220377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=5862930158948220377' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/5862930158948220377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/5862930158948220377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title='Memories :)'/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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/_0z9JWflLUvg/SDLrf8JLfYI/AAAAAAAABZ0/fi89OedDGCk/s72-c/friends1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921077308466356084.post-1223983888438816076</id><published>2008-06-23T14:16:00.008+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T14:31:42.704+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Feeling&lt;em&gt; terrible&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thought I could ace this subject.. was aiming for a high H1, now I'd be more than happy with just a pass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't understand. The paper wasn't hard, in fact anyone could have done it if you've re-read your tutorials and attempt past years.. it's just that I wasn't sure entirely sure of certain concepts and so I didn't complete a few questions, and by the time I went back to those uncompleted ones, boom! time's up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Honestly, I can't remember the last time I feel so s*** after exams. &lt;br /&gt;Maybe 'cause it always ends up well for me, but not this one!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I feel sooo s*** because I &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I can do the damn paper, and yet I didn't give my all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And not to mention that I was soo tired my brain just wasn't at its best, blame my sleeping habits. Been waking up soo late everyday that's why. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texted my mom, and thank goodness she called back. She's so understanding.. I remember asking her, 'What if I fail, mummy?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She replies, 'Then fail lor.. What can you do? Nothing you can do now right. It's ok la girl, it's over already.. concentrate on your other papers. I just don't want you to look at the past, I want you to look forward. How many times mummy taught you already?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I actually expected her to reply, 'Please lahh girl, of course you won't fail! Since when you fail wan?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Omg, maybe she thinks I will, this time.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Choiiii!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*touch wood*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Or maybe I sounded like I was really going to fail lah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sighs, going to take a nap now... Hopefully I won't oversleep, gotta wake up and study for another paper tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-1223983888438816076?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/1223983888438816076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=1223983888438816076' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/1223983888438816076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/1223983888438816076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2008/06/feeling-terrible.html' title=''/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921077308466356084.post-383322532246752928</id><published>2008-06-17T00:06:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T00:23:56.892+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt; Mayonnaise Jar &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;2 Cups of Coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar and the 2 cups of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, he wordlessly picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with an unanimous 'yes.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;'Now,' said the professor as the laughter subsided, 'I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the &lt;strong&gt;important things&lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;your family, your children, your health, your friends and your favorite passions&lt;/strong&gt;- and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house and your car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The sand is everything else- the small stuff. 'If you put the sand into the jar first,' he continued, 'there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life.&lt;em&gt; If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff you will never have room for the things that are important to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness&lt;/strong&gt;.. Spend time with your children. Spend time with your parents.. Visit with grandparents. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your spouse out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal. Take care of the golf balls first-the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented. The professor smiled and said, 'I'm glad you asked.'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The coffee just shows you that no matter how full your life may seem, &lt;strong&gt;there's always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;**&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Received this email (article) from my dad a while ago.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I've got a question.. teehee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Can we then refer &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;exams&lt;/span&gt; as &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sand &amp;amp; pebbles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, perhaps?? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;... If you get what I mean ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And besides, I was just joking ok!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-383322532246752928?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/383322532246752928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=383322532246752928' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/383322532246752928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/383322532246752928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2008/06/mayonnaise-jar-2-cups-of-coffee-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921077308466356084.post-1603076799091737925</id><published>2008-06-12T22:34:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T22:43:21.532+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Mmmm... it's raining now. So &lt;strong&gt;nice&lt;/strong&gt; to sleep!!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So happy I managed to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;get that coffee thing for uncle tan today in vic mart. lol. almost wanted to give up! and ended up it was sold in a utilities shop, not one of those stalls! anyways it's been ages since i've gone to vic mart! will definitely bring my family there when they come over in july =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Night people!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Today onwards, i'm gonna "zao shui zao qi" because: &lt;em&gt;shen ti hao :) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;P.S. reason why I am sooo tired now and I'm going to bed is because I slept at 3 a.m. last night and forced myself up at 9 a.m. today! And no naps for me in the afternoon/evening. So you can imagine how tired I am now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-1603076799091737925?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/1603076799091737925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=1603076799091737925' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/1603076799091737925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7921077308466356084/posts/default/1603076799091737925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/2008/06/mmmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Wei Lynn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15241673678110319296</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7921077308466356084.post-7177475609684714373</id><published>2008-06-10T23:50:00.006+10:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T01:19:38.413+10:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not&lt;/strong&gt; a productive day today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Slept &lt;em&gt;so much&lt;/em&gt; in the evening. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Looked at the textbook for an hour, but nothing went in. My god. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Tomorrow will be a better, more productive day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7921077308466356084-7177475609684714373?l=wei-lynn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wei-lynn.blogspot.com/feeds/7177475609684714373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7921077308466356084&amp;postID=7177475609684714373' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='app
