<?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-5606943909516705686</id><updated>2012-02-02T13:44:19.545+08:00</updated><title type='text'>K square.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>143</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-3218106080562150430</id><published>2008-06-04T15:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T17:31:57.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SWITCH.</title><content type='html'>I'm switching from blogspot to wordpress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RELINK ME PEOPLE! Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;And no cbox over there, drop comments, k? &lt;3 size="5"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)" href="http://karyn813.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;*click here*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/5606943909516705686-3218106080562150430?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/3218106080562150430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=3218106080562150430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/3218106080562150430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/3218106080562150430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2008/06/switch.html' title='SWITCH.'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-7144864658458929456</id><published>2008-06-01T00:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T01:00:25.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Swollen eyes.</title><content type='html'>Finally, letting out all my pent up emotions.&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since I last had a good cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606943909516705686-7144864658458929456?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/7144864658458929456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/7144864658458929456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2008/06/swollen-eyes.html' title='Swollen eyes.'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-4915931665975347004</id><published>2008-05-30T10:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T11:09:24.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When life gives you a lemon,</title><content type='html'>Ask for tequila and salt and call me over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lame, I know. Howen's worse. Just in case you didn't know. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know for a first when I said yes to this dance thing, I'm getting myself into trouble. There we go,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; body ache.&lt;/span&gt; Pfft. Ning ah, tummy pain ah!!!!!!!! Now, hello, counter pain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was NOT a good day. Not for me anyway. My day started to turn sour about 10ish. (some you know, i know, we know stuff) Christ got into accident so ppk-ed me for Econs class at 11. Tania ppk me mpw (which mean I'm left alone in class alone!) cause it was raining and she didn't felt like going to college. 2hours plus of mpw, alone, in front of the full blast air con with Sumitra right smack in front of me. As if its not good enough, my phone nearly KO on me-so I didn't get to wifi much. And dunno why blogger didn't wanna let me sign in. &gt;=( And during (with Kel and Ben) dinner, I saw &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;things&lt;/span&gt; that I shouldn't. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Things&lt;/span&gt; that should be left in the past and never be brought up again. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Things &lt;/span&gt;that ticks me off the moment I saw &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt;. Thanks Kel, for listening to me whine in the car. Usual de la, kan? ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I'm ppk-ing Christ and Tania because I'm left home alone without notice. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy working, Ning. I'll see if I can make it. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606943909516705686-4915931665975347004?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/4915931665975347004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=4915931665975347004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/4915931665975347004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/4915931665975347004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2008/05/when-life-gives-you-lemon.html' title='When life gives you a lemon,'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-7961434531547389375</id><published>2008-05-29T00:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T00:28:12.712+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance dance.</title><content type='html'>Since when am I into it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got home. Been out since morning. College, home, McD, Ben's place, McD again, home. Only came home to shower in the evening then out again till now. Ugh. Not that I'm complaining or anything cause its fun actually; being busy and all (read: nonsensical things). :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mood have been like a roller coaster ride. Happy and emo- it goes on and on. Wth lar. Yang ah, you got the powerrr to spread emo-ness wan is it? LOL. Kidding. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, just a shop update before people think my blog is dead. Gtg now. Driving tomorrow. Funny how I'm not having em' jitters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nighty-night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps-Ning, he is cute. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*grins* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606943909516705686-7961434531547389375?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/7961434531547389375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=7961434531547389375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/7961434531547389375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/7961434531547389375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2008/05/dance-dance.html' title='Dance dance.'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-475779915559464827</id><published>2008-05-27T21:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T21:24:50.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dum de dum.</title><content type='html'>Happy happy joy joy that my stupid psychology test that consist 10% overall is OVERRR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I was guilty for not studying ok. I mean its Biology like hello since when does Karyn study Bio? Anyway, to make up for it I studied last minute in the library. At least something la haiyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, college is not gonna be so free anymore from now on. Assignments, tests, presentations, midterm etc. Everything is starting to pile up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday driving test.&lt;br /&gt;Friday Cheong Fat Tze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I need a day to bury myself into &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chapter 6-Consciousness.&lt;/span&gt; Christ, does it ring a bell to you? Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606943909516705686-475779915559464827?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/475779915559464827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=475779915559464827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/475779915559464827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/475779915559464827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2008/05/dum-de-dum.html' title='Dum de dum.'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-7708006029821967880</id><published>2008-05-25T22:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T22:38:51.858+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh.</title><content type='html'>I'm gonna die. I'm gonna die. I'm gonna die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I procrastinate? I told myself I would study after my driving test. Now what is this? I've been out 2 days straight-Friday and Saturday. Staying home today did me no good either. I slept till noon, eat, bum around, blog, eat, bum around, watch gossip girl and now blog again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't even finish my homework, I just realized. Piaget's theory not done yet and I still have Kohlberg's. Mami Christ ah!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Double yay me. Or nay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skipping an hour of Psychology tomorrow. And Econs better not kill me. Please God, I beg Thee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606943909516705686-7708006029821967880?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/7708006029821967880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=7708006029821967880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/7708006029821967880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/7708006029821967880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2008/05/sigh.html' title='Sigh.'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-2288278411974903827</id><published>2008-05-25T14:53:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:04:04.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I is lazy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;After Indiana Jones at GSC, in the car,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;heading for dinner :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDkPGGO0S9I/AAAAAAAAAdg/OTwawAjEXjI/s1600-h/P5240005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDkPGGO0S9I/AAAAAAAAAdg/OTwawAjEXjI/s320/P5240005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204207441829710802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDkPGWO0S-I/AAAAAAAAAdo/n2aZ-MF5J6M/s1600-h/P5240031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDkPGWO0S-I/AAAAAAAAAdo/n2aZ-MF5J6M/s320/P5240031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204207446124678114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Subaidah for dinner, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;meet up with mao mao and kiao kiao : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDkPGWO0S_I/AAAAAAAAAdw/8sRC2y1hEv8/s1600-h/P5240033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDkPGWO0S_I/AAAAAAAAAdw/8sRC2y1hEv8/s320/P5240033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204207446124678130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gossip Guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDkPGmO0TAI/AAAAAAAAAd4/9WfnvTbSxVI/s1600-h/P5240045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDkPGmO0TAI/AAAAAAAAAd4/9WfnvTbSxVI/s320/P5240045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204207450419645442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And they decided to act cute. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*shudders*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDkPGmO0TBI/AAAAAAAAAeA/EbC5FSONlNA/s1600-h/P5240047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDkPGmO0TBI/AAAAAAAAAeA/EbC5FSONlNA/s320/P5240047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204207450419645458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And we show them how pros do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDkOOmO0S6I/AAAAAAAAAdI/rqxWya88Rek/s1600-h/P5240060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDkOOmO0S6I/AAAAAAAAAdI/rqxWya88Rek/s320/P5240060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204206488346971042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDkOOGO0S4I/AAAAAAAAAc4/jgbloj-dwKg/s1600-h/P5240049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDkOOGO0S4I/AAAAAAAAAc4/jgbloj-dwKg/s320/P5240049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204206479757036418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trying very hard to be as pro as us but cannot quite make it.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDkOOWO0S5I/AAAAAAAAAdA/rYHpQO970SI/s1600-h/P5240052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDkOOWO0S5I/AAAAAAAAAdA/rYHpQO970SI/s320/P5240052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204206484052003730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Effortlessly act cute in front of the pro.&lt;br /&gt;T___________________T&lt;br /&gt;He really never die before la. Champion sial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beach; for the fun of it :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDkOOmO0S7I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/_59f7BH5YVY/s1600-h/P5240063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDkOOmO0S7I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/_59f7BH5YVY/s320/P5240063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204206488346971058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sweaty from all the running, laughing and screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDkOO2O0S8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/Y0TDctcpIZQ/s1600-h/P5240067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDkOO2O0S8I/AAAAAAAAAdY/Y0TDctcpIZQ/s320/P5240067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204206492641938370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh look, burger seller!!!&lt;br /&gt;He happens to be the dvd seller's friend. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then the must have-pool session :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDkNcGO0S3I/AAAAAAAAAcw/GcjL8G10tKc/s1600-h/P5250074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDkNcGO0S3I/AAAAAAAAAcw/GcjL8G10tKc/s320/P5250074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204205620763577202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As Ben and Kel would put it,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'kissing the air'&lt;/span&gt; shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDkNb2O0S0I/AAAAAAAAAcY/EtGHiJMSh90/s1600-h/P5250080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDkNb2O0S0I/AAAAAAAAAcY/EtGHiJMSh90/s320/P5250080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204205616468609858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kel's juicy butt. Picture courtesy of Ben.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(thats why it is blur. tsktsk. ;P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDkNcGO0S1I/AAAAAAAAAcg/8GN0EltzLnA/s1600-h/P5250076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDkNcGO0S1I/AAAAAAAAAcg/8GN0EltzLnA/s320/P5250076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204205620763577170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Swimming swimming swimming.  :D&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDkNcGO0S2I/AAAAAAAAAco/_9BXnszE0Fo/s1600-h/P5250075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDkNcGO0S2I/AAAAAAAAAco/_9BXnszE0Fo/s320/P5250075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204205620763577186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is how the dvd seller would do it. T_T&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDkNbmO0SzI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/hOTwEcXNxMQ/s1600-h/P5250083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDkNbmO0SzI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/hOTwEcXNxMQ/s320/P5250083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204205612173642546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mmmm, gaya sial. And thats, Glacius. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*hugs youze*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There there, me done updating.&lt;br /&gt;I should study for my test. Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;Taa.&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/5606943909516705686-2288278411974903827?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/2288278411974903827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=2288278411974903827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/2288278411974903827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/2288278411974903827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-is-lazy.html' title='I is lazy.'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDkPGGO0S9I/AAAAAAAAAdg/OTwawAjEXjI/s72-c/P5240005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-6600827276319873468</id><published>2008-05-23T13:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T13:52:33.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hahahalolhahaha.</title><content type='html'>Halfway doing Math and this bugger came kacau. Here's a snippet of our conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karyn says:&lt;br /&gt;ask kel and aaron keluar la&lt;br /&gt;warRen says:&lt;br /&gt;they go visit grandpa in hospital&lt;br /&gt;Karyn says:&lt;br /&gt;you didnt follow?&lt;br /&gt;warRen says:&lt;br /&gt;=.= noh?&lt;br /&gt;Karyn says:&lt;br /&gt;whyyy?&lt;br /&gt;Karyn says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;warRen says:&lt;br /&gt;coz the grandpa will b like ' lu si hami lang'&lt;br /&gt;Karyn says:&lt;br /&gt;wa si lu eh sun&lt;br /&gt;Karyn says:&lt;br /&gt;then the granpa terus die&lt;br /&gt;Karyn says:&lt;br /&gt;thinking in his after life since when i got dvd seller as my grandson&lt;br /&gt;Karyn says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;warRen says:&lt;br /&gt;LEMA&lt;br /&gt;warRen says:&lt;br /&gt;I GOT CAR NOW OK U DON WAN ME GO THERE KILL U ! O&lt;br /&gt;Karyn says:&lt;br /&gt;i got car also&lt;br /&gt;Karyn says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Karyn says:&lt;br /&gt;CAN I POST THIS UP?&lt;br /&gt;Karyn says:&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;warRen says:&lt;br /&gt;so not like u can drive aso mayb u go pass a bump den slide down&lt;br /&gt;Karyn says:&lt;br /&gt;ITS TOO DAMN FUNNY&lt;br /&gt;warRen says:&lt;br /&gt;fuck u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is funny, right right? ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you do see me cursing extra often, you know who to be blame. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606943909516705686-6600827276319873468?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/6600827276319873468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=6600827276319873468&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/6600827276319873468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/6600827276319873468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2008/05/hahahalolhahaha.html' title='Hahahalolhahaha.'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-8419713383451312692</id><published>2008-05-22T18:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T18:07:19.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Next Thursday.</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I didn't passed driving this time. But fret not, I didn't fail both. (I'm not so champion k) I failed in the circuit. The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;damn bukit&lt;/span&gt; that I never had any problems with. Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed on the road though. Pretty happy with that since the stupid JPJ officer ask me to use jalan C like wtf, I don't even know the route la!!! But I passed anyway. Nyehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wait was awful. I reached about 9am and only got things done about 5pm. Next trip there should be shorter, I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can't wait to get my hands on my license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By then, another reckless driver on the road. Look out! teehee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606943909516705686-8419713383451312692?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/8419713383451312692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=8419713383451312692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/8419713383451312692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/8419713383451312692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2008/05/next-thursday.html' title='Next Thursday.'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-1427744404492089114</id><published>2008-05-21T22:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T22:58:33.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow is THE day.</title><content type='html'>Now keep me in your prayers. Whatever God you are praying to. Make sure I pass tomorrow, k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come I'm already feeling the jitters? Die lar if it gets worse tomorrow. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need chill pill!!! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606943909516705686-1427744404492089114?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/1427744404492089114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=1427744404492089114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/1427744404492089114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/1427744404492089114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2008/05/tomorrow-is-day.html' title='Tomorrow is THE day.'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-7711176365381025114</id><published>2008-05-20T18:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:04:04.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn shy.</title><content type='html'>Guess what? Dr K (my psycho lecturer) showed the damn class &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MY MASTERPIECE!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We were doing some assignment(first one yaw!) and since its draft work, I just scribble whatever points i need on a small piece of paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Scribble.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Small piece of paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Dr K: You can always ask me for paper. I've got lots of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: No no, just drafting. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*shy smile*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Dr K: Good one actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*all smiles until she took up my masterpiece and show it to the class*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_________________________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Dr K: You see.. yaddi yadda.. She manage to cram the everything into this tiny little paper... Get what I mean? ... yaddi yadda....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_________________________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a compliment but I just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;CANNOT&lt;/span&gt; be proud of it. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;CANNOT&lt;/span&gt; man, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cannot&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDKs07zx6OI/AAAAAAAAAbs/iYdB0Qa20PU/s1600-h/P5200042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDKs07zx6OI/AAAAAAAAAbs/iYdB0Qa20PU/s320/P5200042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202410544974391522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I know la, so not a girl's work la but what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Its mine hor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I'm&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; shy&lt;/span&gt; lor.&lt;br /&gt;But alas, since the whole class saw it de, no difference for me to post it up here la.&lt;br /&gt;Cause Mr Smiley doesn't know I own a blog so no harm done. ;)&lt;br /&gt;And Ning's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt; saw also. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*double shy*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, as long as my teacher likes it, so be it. Hohum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The English presentation thing went ok. Got good luck wish some more! LOL. Christ know, I know, we know. LOL. 'Twas funny. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a totally unrelated note, I think I'm subconsciously a very pathetic person. No, not as in crazy over guys pathetic pathetic. This is different. I am thrilled when I get gastric these days. I dunno why. The pain... actually feels good. Hmmm. Dunno. Something wrong. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm sorry about what I said because I didn't think twice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-style: italic;"&gt;I didn't know that hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-style: italic;"&gt;And I got annoyed because I was/am PMS-ing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm sorry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-style: italic;"&gt;Just to let you know, you'll never come second. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-style: italic;"&gt;Yes you, you know who you are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-style: italic;"&gt;I had enough-you should know that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-style: italic;"&gt;It better tone down already or I'm gonna burst, again.&lt;br /&gt;Less than 3 hours of sleep didn't do me any good, either.&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/5606943909516705686-7711176365381025114?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/7711176365381025114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=7711176365381025114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/7711176365381025114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/7711176365381025114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2008/05/damn-shy.html' title='Damn shy.'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDKs07zx6OI/AAAAAAAAAbs/iYdB0Qa20PU/s72-c/P5200042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-7765222538972201508</id><published>2008-05-20T00:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T00:53:31.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There we go again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Procrastination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How the hell do you stop it, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ah&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me 4 hours of procrastination to get 1 miserable question done. Sigh. ONE ok! I'm gonna die now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has gotta stop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606943909516705686-7765222538972201508?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/7765222538972201508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=7765222538972201508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/7765222538972201508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/7765222538972201508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2008/05/there-we-go-again.html' title='There we go again...'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-9209905805243032744</id><published>2008-05-19T01:30:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:04:09.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance whaaa?</title><content type='html'>Went over Kel's place in the afternoon and while away time talking nonsense and you tube-ing. Our supposed dance session. PFFT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's some pictures. Yes, my blog is lacking of it therefore the spamming. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDBoubzx56I/AAAAAAAAAZM/7PbMu5dQu4I/s1600-h/P5180001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDBoubzx56I/AAAAAAAAAZM/7PbMu5dQu4I/s320/P5180001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201772716561131426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Patches. The girls' favourite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDBourzx57I/AAAAAAAAAZU/gQvON4r77II/s1600-h/P5180003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDBourzx57I/AAAAAAAAAZU/gQvON4r77II/s320/P5180003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201772720856098738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;THE GIRLS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDBp0rzx6FI/AAAAAAAAAak/BRryg_nCooE/s1600-h/P5180041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDBp0rzx6FI/AAAAAAAAAak/BRryg_nCooE/s320/P5180041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201773923446941778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Karen. Garfield look alike. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDBpz7zx6EI/AAAAAAAAAac/HdwqQNUC9J0/s1600-h/P5180039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDBpz7zx6EI/AAAAAAAAAac/HdwqQNUC9J0/s320/P5180039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201773910562039874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Twinkle cannot stop barking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDBovbzx58I/AAAAAAAAAZc/hNvAgkHSPmQ/s1600-h/P5180002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDBovbzx58I/AAAAAAAAAZc/hNvAgkHSPmQ/s320/P5180002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201772733741000642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Delta. The dog that deverginized Ning's shoes. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tao chooi bonding session  before picking Juls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDBovrzx59I/AAAAAAAAAZk/1xjS8jDydwk/s1600-h/P5180013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDBovrzx59I/AAAAAAAAAZk/1xjS8jDydwk/s320/P5180013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201772738035967954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDBov7zx5-I/AAAAAAAAAZs/meSqOJ7txoY/s1600-h/P5180014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDBov7zx5-I/AAAAAAAAAZs/meSqOJ7txoY/s320/P5180014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201772742330935266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dvd seller slash driver. Tee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDBpTLzx5_I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/-pVYK-psVuw/s1600-h/P5180015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDBpTLzx5_I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/-pVYK-psVuw/s320/P5180015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201773347921324018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fatty that eats non stop.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDBpTbzx6AI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/JDP2x8n1io4/s1600-h/P5180020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDBpTbzx6AI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/JDP2x8n1io4/s320/P5180020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201773352216291330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDBpTbzx6BI/AAAAAAAAAaE/7OTNGxil2QA/s1600-h/P5180021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDBpTbzx6BI/AAAAAAAAAaE/7OTNGxil2QA/s320/P5180021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201773352216291346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDBpTrzx6CI/AAAAAAAAAaM/A8iEeSLHxDE/s1600-h/P5180025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDBpTrzx6CI/AAAAAAAAAaM/A8iEeSLHxDE/s320/P5180025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201773356511258658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Junk food and some awful tasting popiah. Pfft. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDBpT7zx6DI/AAAAAAAAAaU/616sSsv3K_k/s1600-h/P5180033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDBpT7zx6DI/AAAAAAAAAaU/616sSsv3K_k/s320/P5180033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201773360806225970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Spots on Patches.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday's pictures stolen from Ning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDBqobzx6GI/AAAAAAAAAas/ejDFdECBOg0/s1600-h/P16-05-08_23.12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDBqobzx6GI/AAAAAAAAAas/ejDFdECBOg0/s320/P16-05-08_23.12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201774812505172066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The super long cue stick.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDBqobzx6HI/AAAAAAAAAa0/T-HLYrbY5go/s1600-h/P16-05-08_23.36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDBqobzx6HI/AAAAAAAAAa0/T-HLYrbY5go/s320/P16-05-08_23.36.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201774812505172082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Invading Ben's phone.  Posing with it too. ;P&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDBqorzx6II/AAAAAAAAAa8/IzEyYSksKDs/s1600-h/P16-05-08_23.38%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDBqorzx6II/AAAAAAAAAa8/IzEyYSksKDs/s320/P16-05-08_23.38%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201774816800139394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nokia E65 promoters. Harhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ben : Come, act cute act cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ryn : Okok!!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Warren : =.=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDBrrbzx6LI/AAAAAAAAAbU/CYxKYzida3A/s1600-h/P16-05-08_23.51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDBrrbzx6LI/AAAAAAAAAbU/CYxKYzida3A/s320/P16-05-08_23.51.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201775963556407474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MACHA! xD Warren, Ning &amp;amp; I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDBqorzx6JI/AAAAAAAAAbE/f68rmb5N9R8/s1600-h/P16-05-08_23.51%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDBqorzx6JI/AAAAAAAAAbE/f68rmb5N9R8/s320/P16-05-08_23.51%5B2%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201774816800139410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Plus Ben.&lt;br /&gt;Look!!! My face not round!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDBqorzx6KI/AAAAAAAAAbM/cAxoicb1qcQ/s1600-h/P16-05-08_23.51%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDBqorzx6KI/AAAAAAAAAbM/cAxoicb1qcQ/s320/P16-05-08_23.51%5B3%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201774816800139426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Minus Ben plus Su Yang.&lt;br /&gt;And here too!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDBrrrzx6MI/AAAAAAAAAbc/B7uv6N9moXA/s1600-h/P17-05-08_00.21%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDBrrrzx6MI/AAAAAAAAAbc/B7uv6N9moXA/s320/P17-05-08_00.21%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201775967851374786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what we do when the guys are playing pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDBrr7zx6NI/AAAAAAAAAbk/GxLq-QDUaB0/s1600-h/P17-05-08_01.25%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDBrr7zx6NI/AAAAAAAAAbk/GxLq-QDUaB0/s320/P17-05-08_01.25%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201775972146342098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Northam Cafe.&lt;br /&gt;Last picture, and we call it a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm nice. I post up many pictures. But with the same people in it wan. Bored or not ah you people???!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606943909516705686-9209905805243032744?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/9209905805243032744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=9209905805243032744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/9209905805243032744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/9209905805243032744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2008/05/dance-whaaa.html' title='Dance whaaa?'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDBoubzx56I/AAAAAAAAAZM/7PbMu5dQu4I/s72-c/P5180001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-3352426012962063376</id><published>2008-05-18T13:57:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T14:18:59.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy happy joy joy.</title><content type='html'>So yesterday, I went out with the parents and their friends for lunch. Yummy bah kut teh! *slurps* Then it was to Gurney since my dad needs to get his laptop check. Cause something went haywire yadda yadda. After all that nonsense, my dad and I went impulse shopping. He got himself a camera and I got some clothes, shoes and some other nice stuff. Wahahaha. Then tea break at Coffee Bean for my daily dose of caffeine fix and then it was dinner at Chilli's. Yummy Molten Chocolate Cake-damn bloody sinful. I'm so gonna get fat. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, dropped by my dad's pub cause my dad's friend was there. So it was quite boring since I was bonding with some lecturer from USM. LOL. Till one phone call from Warren. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Happy happy joy joy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys (yes kiddies. BOYS!) drop by to surprise me. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sho nice wans.&lt;/span&gt; But stupid dvd seller &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;phua kang tao.&lt;/span&gt; Wanna bluff people also dunno. Pffft. And Ben's car window didn't like me. :(It hit my lower lips and it hurt like a bitch. Hmmm. Met new friend, Benson-he's 15 wokay! And he's out till so late. Bad ben influenced him to be bad. Hohum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we sit, drink a bit and talk and laugh at how fat Kel is and how pariah looking that dvd seller is. And we watched Peng Chew's yoga video clip. Damn hilarious can die. And I was busy sms-ing till at one point, I felt nostalgic and wanna cry. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Good night baby. Sweet dreams. I love you. Mwah."&lt;/span&gt; Ughhhhh. Jiwang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they all went back around 1 cause Ben got work in the morning. So there, me is happy cause they were there to keep me company. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good boys they were. *big fluffy hugs* :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606943909516705686-3352426012962063376?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/3352426012962063376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=3352426012962063376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/3352426012962063376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/3352426012962063376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-happy-joy-joy.html' title='Happy happy joy joy.'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-4432203778678063435</id><published>2008-05-17T02:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T02:19:00.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good fun.</title><content type='html'>6 people-car racing, pool, yum cha, pictures, screams and laughters. Can anyone ask for more? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god I went. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More tomorrow or something. Dead tired. And almost voiceless. Thanks to Ning and Kelvin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606943909516705686-4432203778678063435?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/4432203778678063435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=4432203778678063435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/4432203778678063435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/4432203778678063435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2008/05/good-fun.html' title='Good fun.'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-1777996065445513166</id><published>2008-05-14T09:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T09:38:29.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The joy of having wifi.</title><content type='html'>In math class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher's discussing answers. I'm not copying. Cause i'm a good girl i finish my homework last night. Yes, i know i'm a good girl like that. Hoho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half an hour more. 5 more questions left. I cant wait to get out of class and rot for another 3 hours before my next class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T______T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall get back to yakking with wei jia. She's my primary school mate k!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cannot talk de. Need to pay attention. Boo. Cause she is explaining some nonsense i dont understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babai everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606943909516705686-1777996065445513166?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/1777996065445513166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=1777996065445513166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/1777996065445513166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/1777996065445513166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2008/05/joy-of-having-wifi.html' title='The joy of having wifi.'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-174995392549165208</id><published>2008-05-13T14:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T14:29:44.857+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A quick update!</title><content type='html'>Sorry for MIA. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't do that on purpose. I was bored and my life isn't all that interesting to blog about now since everything is back to the routine style. You know, wake up, go to college, hang around college, lunches with friends, go to class, home etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I was away during the weekends. Went to Cameron Highlands to celebrate dad's birthday and mother's day with a couple of dad's friend. Nothing much to do over there except I MISS THE WEATHER!!!! 'Twas like summer in Leeds back in 2006. Ah, good times. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok lar, at least this is proper enough, no? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS-Wei Fen, me update you tonight. tee hee. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS-Psycho suck bight time. Me no study. Me going to class. Me going to die. 3 hours wokay, don't pray pray ah. Some more me gonna study about the brains. Pfft. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wokay, me going for 3 hours lecture now! Babai! ;) *waves*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606943909516705686-174995392549165208?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/174995392549165208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=174995392549165208&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/174995392549165208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/174995392549165208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2008/05/quick-update.html' title='A quick update!'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-2935094487283992521</id><published>2008-05-12T10:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T10:06:28.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nah!</title><content type='html'>Since people think my blog is dead.... There. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in class, waiting for my teacher. Dunno where's she. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, she's here. Ta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606943909516705686-2935094487283992521?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/2935094487283992521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=2935094487283992521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/2935094487283992521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/2935094487283992521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2008/05/nah.html' title='Nah!'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-6750053312120877194</id><published>2008-05-06T10:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:04:09.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SB_C5DSqDvI/AAAAAAAAAZE/oj6VFFxUViM/s1600-h/06052008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SB_C5DSqDvI/AAAAAAAAAZE/oj6VFFxUViM/s320/06052008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197086780400733938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told ya. BOREDNESS OVERLOAD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606943909516705686-6750053312120877194?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/6750053312120877194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=6750053312120877194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/6750053312120877194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/6750053312120877194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2008/05/d.html' title='=D'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SB_C5DSqDvI/AAAAAAAAAZE/oj6VFFxUViM/s72-c/06052008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-8389647096098110902</id><published>2008-05-06T10:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T10:12:36.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6hours of nothingness in college.</title><content type='html'>Hello from inti library. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have about an hour more to waste. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My english lecturer decided to not teach today cause its our first day. She gave us homework though. Write an essay about anything. At least 1 full page of A4 size paper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm already done with it. Listening to songs on my ipod cause cant watch gossip girl. My battery will KO on me if i do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now attempting to read psycho but of course its not working. If not why would i be doing this. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy Christ is sleeping beside me. Psycho is annoying like crazy. Ah the joy of being online with my cute little phone. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, need to get back to flipping pages. If not i prolly wont get what my teacher is blabbing about later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had lots of sleep last night thats why i cant sleep now. Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very very bored Ryn, signing out. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606943909516705686-8389647096098110902?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/8389647096098110902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=8389647096098110902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/8389647096098110902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/8389647096098110902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2008/05/6hours-of-nothingness-in-college.html' title='6hours of nothingness in college.'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-526808476909910882</id><published>2008-05-05T19:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T19:57:45.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The beauty of biological clock.</title><content type='html'>I'm dead tired but when I lay on my bed trying to fall asleep, I can't. My eyes are getting heavier with each passing minute but my mind just won't shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is great, I tell you. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;GREAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out in a bit to get some stuff. After this, no matter what-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I NEED TO SLEEP. &lt;/span&gt;Even if that means counting sheep. Pfft.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606943909516705686-526808476909910882?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/526808476909910882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=526808476909910882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/526808476909910882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/526808476909910882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2008/05/beauty-of-biological-clock.html' title='The beauty of biological clock.'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-4937525184696712577</id><published>2008-05-05T17:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T18:03:01.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to school.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;College&lt;/span&gt;, I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more sleeping at the wee hours and waking up in the evening. Sigh. Though my biological clock isn't quite working, yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I finally decided to kill myself. I took up &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Econs&lt;/span&gt;. Yay me. The teacher was damn entertaining but the subject was rather dry. Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"US is the land of oppurtunity, Japan is the land of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;earthquakes&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My teacher quite lame also wan k. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maths&lt;/span&gt; was ok lar. But I forgotten lots and lots of it already. Skipped an hour cause of orientation so when I went in, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blur like sotong&lt;/span&gt;. My lecturer (shit la, not used to it ok. last time always say teacher this, teacher that. blah.) was teaching index lar. But she used some canggih terms so I can't make out what is it till this very nice guy in front of me borrowed me and my friend the text. Hehe. And first day got homework already lar dunno why my teacher like that wan. x( Some more right, my Maths class got 12 miserable students only. Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Psychology&lt;/span&gt;. Dunno de. Seems hard. Beh syok. But got lotsa familiar faces in that class. Seniors lar. Damn happy. Cause not Christ and I only. :) Tomorrow, 3 hours, gonna &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DIE&lt;/span&gt;. And Howen so nice can. He found the psycho textbook and is gonna photocopy it for me, Christ and Jo when he gets his student ID. Which I dunno when. Still, I owe you a drink mister! ;) But he skipped Econs wan. xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Er, psycho was nothing actually. Cause one hour only. The teacher was nice lar but she likes to criticisize Malaysians wan. But not in a bad way though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, thats it. College was fine despite getting only 3hours of sleep last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, 8am to 6pm. Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606943909516705686-4937525184696712577?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/4937525184696712577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=4937525184696712577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/4937525184696712577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/4937525184696712577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2008/05/back-to-school.html' title='Back to school.'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-5592187337825661146</id><published>2008-05-05T04:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T04:54:24.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>可惜.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"  lang="ZH-CN" &gt;我想了很多&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"  lang="ZH-CN" &gt;也想了很久&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"  lang="ZH-CN" &gt;我们曾经拥有的&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"  lang="ZH-CN" &gt;我已失去了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"  lang="ZH-CN" &gt;我很怀念&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"  lang="ZH-CN" &gt;也很想挽回&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"  lang="ZH-CN" &gt;可能吗&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"  lang="ZH-CN" &gt;我们之间的距离&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"  lang="ZH-CN" &gt;像山一样高&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"  lang="ZH-CN" &gt;我们之间的感情&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"  lang="ZH-CN" &gt;像海洋一样宽&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"  lang="ZH-CN" &gt;机会&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"  lang="ZH-CN" &gt;还存在吗&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"  lang="ZH-CN" &gt;如果&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"  lang="ZH-CN" &gt;有一天&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"  lang="ZH-CN" &gt;我跌倒了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"  lang="ZH-CN" &gt;你会扶助我吗&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"  lang="ZH-CN" &gt;还是你会一脚把我踢下去&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"  lang="ZH-CN" &gt;我累了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"  lang="ZH-CN" &gt;我&lt;i&gt;知错&lt;/i&gt;了&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:100%;"  lang="ZH-CN" &gt;回来&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;,&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span  lang="ZH-CN" style="font-family:SimSun;"&gt;好吗&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-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/5606943909516705686-5592187337825661146?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/5592187337825661146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=5592187337825661146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/5592187337825661146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/5592187337825661146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post_05.html' title='可惜.'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-5246208219157151886</id><published>2008-05-02T01:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T01:15:55.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irritated.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fucking&lt;/span&gt; irritated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask. Ning, &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shut up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stomach churning. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fuck.&lt;/span&gt; Pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606943909516705686-5246208219157151886?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/5246208219157151886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=5246208219157151886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/5246208219157151886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/5246208219157151886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2008/05/irritated.html' title='Irritated.'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-1742988016267061280</id><published>2008-05-02T00:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T00:31:22.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little shopping.</title><content type='html'>So ppk-ed Ting (sorrry, couldn't wake up and the parents wanna go out since its labour day) and slept in till 2pm. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up, got ready and went &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Queens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T________________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought the parents wanna go somewhere else. Pfft. Never mind that cause I did shop a bit in Esprit. (SALES OK!!! how can anyone resist) Since Forever 21 have &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nothing. &lt;/span&gt;Nothing that I wanna buy lar. =/ Killed my dad's pocket a wee bit though. You know lar, the day before I paid fees and stuff, enough to kill him for the time being thats why I didn't get shoes and headed home after that. LOL. I'm good right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats basically it. Driving tomorrow. Yay. But no yay cause have to wake up early.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606943909516705686-1742988016267061280?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/1742988016267061280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=1742988016267061280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/1742988016267061280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/1742988016267061280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2008/05/little-shopping.html' title='A little shopping.'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-7826264218703795731</id><published>2008-04-30T20:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T20:12:12.752+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I......</title><content type='html'>Take an extra subject to kill myself? Cause my time table is way too free. But I don't know if I could manage. Was thinking about econs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606943909516705686-7826264218703795731?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/7826264218703795731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=7826264218703795731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/7826264218703795731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/7826264218703795731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2008/04/should-i.html' title='Should I......'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-863289053505919562</id><published>2008-04-30T15:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T16:01:01.334+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I'm gonna enjoy college.</title><content type='html'>Just got back from a laughter-filled lunch with em INTI people. ;) Really got my mind off things then. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I kao tim-ed everything I'm supposed to. Pay the fees, got my schedule, attended the oh-so-boring orientation in the Lecture Theater,  ronda the new campus  etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting college this Monday yaw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy happy. Though I was quite scared at first seeing so many &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UN&lt;/span&gt;familiar faces. Sheesh. That was before I met Ning's friends of course. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part is I won't be having classes on Friday. :) And I have 8am classes on 2 days only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YAY!!! :) :) :) :) :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh right, adtp no cute guys wan. Boo hoo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok damn tired de. Had less than 4 hours of sleep last night. heh. Going to sleep liao cause I'm a pig like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random note-I just downloaded a whole list of emo songs last night. Yum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606943909516705686-863289053505919562?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/863289053505919562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=863289053505919562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/863289053505919562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/863289053505919562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-think-im-gonna-enjoy-college.html' title='I think I&apos;m gonna enjoy college.'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-5542528374527543211</id><published>2008-04-29T17:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T17:55:31.728+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEED to shop.</title><content type='html'>What? I haven't been shopping for ages. And that's a good sign. This time I need to shop for necessities. Contact lens, new glasses (should I? cause my current one is quite um, geeky) and um, other stuff. I don't know what stuff but stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need to buy la ok. I'm a girl, don't question me ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some more right, college starting next week OMFG so soooooooooon. Hmmm. Lazy to study lar. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orientation tomorrow at 9am. Shit, I can't remember the last time I woke up before um, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*shameless*&lt;/span&gt; 1pm. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*shy away*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm busy downloading Gossip Girl. I know I'm damn slow la but its so so so nice. Thanks Fen. That helps a lot in easing up my boredom. Since I can't go out for nuts (no cash) so yeah, home all day, downloading and watching. And blogging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606943909516705686-5542528374527543211?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/5542528374527543211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=5542528374527543211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/5542528374527543211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/5542528374527543211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2008/04/need-to-shop.html' title='NEED to shop.'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-3667119901464859090</id><published>2008-04-28T17:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T17:56:18.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy bar.</title><content type='html'>I need em fully charged. Waiting for it to turn&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt; green&lt;/span&gt; then I'll be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a-okay&lt;/span&gt;. ;) Really looking forward to college.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606943909516705686-3667119901464859090?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/3667119901464859090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=3667119901464859090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/3667119901464859090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/3667119901464859090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-bar.html' title='Happy bar.'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-2579804614559715138</id><published>2008-04-28T16:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T16:29:22.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk it out.</title><content type='html'>Certain things, you have to. Like last night/this morning, I had one of the best conversation ever. 1 and a 1/2 hours of giggles and laughter, and it couldn't get any better. And to think of it, the conversation started really awkwardly from I cannot tell I cannot tell to... We know what we said. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes its so hard to spill it out you think its best kept inside. But how would you know if you never tried? I think there was a surge of relief (for you la) after mumbling out whatsoever you need to (to me). Even if it hurts you and me at that moment, we somehow, or more like me alone manage to pick things up and make the most out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, this is a good thing when you let down your damn ego a bit. If its so hard to let it down for a moment then, I don't know what to say. Cause I remember not giving face to&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at all after what &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; said. I went on and on, bombarding &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; so much (to think back it was quite mean) and we ended up &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Shit la, 5.30 de. Damn no life wei.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the heart-to-heart, no hard feelings, happy clappy talk that I don't think I ever had with any of my girls. Wei, you seriously becoming a girl meh? Or did I become a man overnight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we have is precious. And I don't wanna lose it at the end of the day.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;deserves someone much better&lt;/span&gt;. And please start believing in God. Please. ;) Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, let me fall for someone I can never have and slowly pick up those broke pieces. After all, what is there to lose just to give it a try?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606943909516705686-2579804614559715138?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/2579804614559715138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=2579804614559715138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/2579804614559715138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/2579804614559715138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2008/04/talk-it-out.html' title='Talk it out.'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-162864542048472636</id><published>2008-04-27T20:20:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:04:11.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emo at Momo.</title><content type='html'>Oooohhh, it rhymes. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was bloody cannot make it last night. One thing leads to the other so by the end of the night, I was drunk. Gone. And worse yet, not happy clappy drunk ok. It was grumpy frumpy drunk. Grrrr.   Threw tantrum at all of them except Kel, Alvin and Farid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might come out with an emo post later or something. If I feel like it that is. Now I'll just spam pictures. :) Happy clappy pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SBRyYzSqDlI/AAAAAAAAAX0/RLRZL5QigJk/s1600-h/P4260020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SBRyYzSqDlI/AAAAAAAAAX0/RLRZL5QigJk/s320/P4260020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193902040675913298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Super model search contestants.&lt;br /&gt;Now send &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;GM 15 to 36212 &lt;/span&gt;cause he is in the finals. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;BEFORE :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SBRyYjSqDkI/AAAAAAAAAXs/FfX1re0cP_o/s1600-h/P4260004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SBRyYjSqDkI/AAAAAAAAAXs/FfX1re0cP_o/s320/P4260004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193902036380945986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SBRyZjSqDoI/AAAAAAAAAYM/fP7ZMpqUV9s/s1600-h/26th%2B005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SBRyZjSqDoI/AAAAAAAAAYM/fP7ZMpqUV9s/s320/26th%2B005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193902053560815234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SBRyZDSqDmI/AAAAAAAAAX8/_isJdlfhNZk/s1600-h/26th+038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SBRyZDSqDmI/AAAAAAAAAX8/_isJdlfhNZk/s320/26th+038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193902044970880610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;AFTER :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SBRzFjSqDrI/AAAAAAAAAYk/TL2YtZPNZPE/s1600-h/26th%2B052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SBRzFjSqDrI/AAAAAAAAAYk/TL2YtZPNZPE/s320/26th%2B052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193902809475059378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Farid. My penghulu at kem syruz. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SBRyZTSqDnI/AAAAAAAAAYE/ohlzTMnHAVE/s1600-h/26th+045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SBRyZTSqDnI/AAAAAAAAAYE/ohlzTMnHAVE/s320/26th+045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193902049265847922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chee mui&lt;/span&gt; damn drunk. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(kidding ok)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lookee that, I am tall I can reach! Whee! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SBRzFzSqDtI/AAAAAAAAAY0/ySyiVBpxbRI/s1600-h/26th%2B057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SBRzFzSqDtI/AAAAAAAAAY0/ySyiVBpxbRI/s320/26th%2B057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193902813770026706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SBRzFTSqDqI/AAAAAAAAAYc/r6CS5HkTQ5M/s1600-h/26th%2B041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SBRzFTSqDqI/AAAAAAAAAYc/r6CS5HkTQ5M/s320/26th%2B041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193902805180092066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SBRzFjSqDsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/VnyMHtDs6dE/s1600-h/26th%2B061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SBRzFjSqDsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/VnyMHtDs6dE/s320/26th%2B061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193902809475059394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Everything ended at Ryan's place. harhar. Crashed over his place a while for a wee bit of extra booze for me. ;) Hey, its good ok, whatever brandy that is! Its sweeeeeeet! Yummers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Can someone teach me how to while away a week without spending more than rm 5? Cause that's all I left after last night. Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SBRzFDSqDpI/AAAAAAAAAYU/ViUqqZEagIo/s1600-h/26th%2B009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SBRzFDSqDpI/AAAAAAAAAYU/ViUqqZEagIo/s320/26th%2B009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193902800885124754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If anything, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;nothing&lt;/span&gt; is gonna beat this.&lt;br /&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/5606943909516705686-162864542048472636?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/162864542048472636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=162864542048472636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/162864542048472636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/162864542048472636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2008/04/emo-at-momo.html' title='Emo at Momo.'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SBRyYzSqDlI/AAAAAAAAAX0/RLRZL5QigJk/s72-c/P4260020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-5179794635681775950</id><published>2008-04-27T05:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T11:28:08.607+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe...</title><content type='html'>At this stage, what I'm doing is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;What I'm doing is outta my mind.&lt;br /&gt;But at least, it felt&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It felt good not knowing what its all about.&lt;br /&gt;It felt good that I drank over at Ryan's not giving a care at all who's gonna take advantage of me cause I know they won't.&lt;br /&gt;They are prolly disgusted by how I act/reacted.&lt;br /&gt;So be it; cause I know, I'm good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drunk?&lt;/span&gt; Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Ryan, for making a total fool outta myself. But you know, certain things, I couldn't be bothered that much. Next week aye? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Mich, thanks for bringing me in. Should have took a pic with you but I didn't bring my cam. :) Thanks babe! Owe you much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitten. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Never ever ever&lt;/span&gt;, I think that's the best anyway. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for some shut eyes, night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606943909516705686-5179794635681775950?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/5179794635681775950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=5179794635681775950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/5179794635681775950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/5179794635681775950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2008/04/maybe.html' title='Maybe...'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-2410368242972603074</id><published>2008-04-23T22:00:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:04:12.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something NEW.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SA9BsTSqDeI/AAAAAAAAAW8/P20WcL220YE/s1600-h/P4230040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SA9BsTSqDeI/AAAAAAAAAW8/P20WcL220YE/s200/P4230040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192441124730047970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SA9GMTSqDiI/AAAAAAAAAXc/t-D3zq_goc0/s1600-h/P4230039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SA9GMTSqDiI/AAAAAAAAAXc/t-D3zq_goc0/s200/P4230039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192446072532373026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SA9GMTSqDjI/AAAAAAAAAXk/hV3YDgYGP8Y/s1600-h/P4230041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SA9GMTSqDjI/AAAAAAAAAXk/hV3YDgYGP8Y/s200/P4230041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192446072532373042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause I'm a show off like that. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what was all those crying and wailing about last Saturday again?&lt;br /&gt;I totally forgot. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's red, I'm adding it to my pink/red collection of gadgets.&lt;br /&gt;Yayness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New number too. To those that don't have it yet, ask me k?&lt;br /&gt;I lost everyone's number la, which is quite a bummer. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, there! Updated.&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/5606943909516705686-2410368242972603074?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/2410368242972603074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=2410368242972603074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/2410368242972603074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/2410368242972603074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2008/04/something-new.html' title='Something NEW.'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SA9BsTSqDeI/AAAAAAAAAW8/P20WcL220YE/s72-c/P4230040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-4284181654375887104</id><published>2008-04-23T21:05:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T21:59:57.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Short kid.</title><content type='html'>Ning is ze anorexic kid,&lt;br /&gt;Warren is ze rich kid,&lt;br /&gt;Kelvin is ze.... um.... I forgotten what kid. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short kid is me la dammit I'm always short like that what. Sigh. My best friend is heels now. They are fab, they make me tall but they occasionally like to kill my feet. Grrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so yesterday I woke up at 2pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MSN :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Warren- wanna go prangin with me and Kelv?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ryn- but I just woke up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Warren- faster la wanna go or not, Kelv is bugging me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ryn- pick me up at 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another MSN convo :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ryn- oi, wanna go prangin with me and warren and kelv?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ning- uh, can also. Since I'm bored at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ryn- get ready at 3. We come pick you up&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was our outing to prangin only to find out we go there for nothing. BISH. Headed over to Queens to meet up with Jack Jack and Juls for movie. They came so much later though. We ate early dinner at some toilet bowl place. LOL. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Short people use short plate"&lt;/span&gt;-KELVIN YOU NOT DAMN TALL OK! Grrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because all the while we were at Queens, HE &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cannot&lt;/span&gt; stop calling me a kid or calling me short. Pfffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-2.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warren - Director.&lt;br /&gt;Kel, Ning and Ryn - Scriptwriter for Congkak, Gasing and Wau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats also another ROFLMAO incident. We were learning how to curse in BM but fail kao kao. Ended us making ourselves look foolish cursing in BM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T____________________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, thats what we no-lifers do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting up with Leonard was damn fun also cause of him and his car/aunties fettish. Can die laughing lar. Some more Kelv and his kiam piah but no money buy.  LOL.  And TIAMO too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_____________________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-3.jpg" alt="" /&gt;We watch Over Her Dead Body which was OK lar. Nothing much. Then headed home after that.&lt;br /&gt;And supposedly knock out straight cause pre test next morning but kinda fail due to certain reason. Time flies and by the time I realised, its nearly 1am. Tried to sleep but failed again. So ended sleeping around 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pre test was okay. No fail or whatever nonsense but my L license picture is SO GODDAMN UGLY. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*cringe*&lt;/span&gt; The real thing is in one month's time so yeah should be fine by then. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*skips off*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606943909516705686-4284181654375887104?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/4284181654375887104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=4284181654375887104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/4284181654375887104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/4284181654375887104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2008/04/short-kid.html' title='Short kid.'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-2353600592534579029</id><published>2008-04-21T14:07:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T14:07:57.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DISCLAIMER!</title><content type='html'>I WAS NOT DRUNK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606943909516705686-2353600592534579029?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/2353600592534579029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=2353600592534579029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/2353600592534579029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/2353600592534579029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2008/04/disclaimer.html' title='DISCLAIMER!'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-1680111482273111401</id><published>2008-04-21T13:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T13:39:01.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hohoho.</title><content type='html'>I have no better title. Doesn't matter cause Friday pre test yaw!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I still suck with lots and lots of hesitation dunno bout what but ya, PRE TEST! Ohmygod damn happy didn't think I could make it. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(like I got some award only. xD sampat but true, I was really really really bad at driving no joke.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D:D:D:D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ya, wish me luck ok. After pre test is another 2 lessons extra to make sure I am damn stable. My instructor doesn't want me to fail. Niceness. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray that I don't fail pre test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I am quite happy bout this but there's still something bothering me. Something very &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;omgwtfknnmcb&lt;/span&gt; wan. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;"He's one airhead using his parents' cash and thinks he owns everything in the  world. Well he definitely missed out respect and dignity." - Quote Ngiap Li.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I love her to smithereens. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606943909516705686-1680111482273111401?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/1680111482273111401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=1680111482273111401&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/1680111482273111401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/1680111482273111401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2008/04/hohoho.html' title='Hohoho.'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-2132977296763188036</id><published>2008-04-20T18:24:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:04:14.667+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously,</title><content type='html'>do not believe what Ning said about me being drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WAS NOT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tipsy but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And neither did I went all touchy feely on Teik Hong. Don't believe can ask him. I was just... leaning against him cause I can't stand still for nuts. LOL. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*shy*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna know who are drunk, I tell you- Julia and Warren. Super drunkards. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Jack Jack have to take care of Juls but seems like he is more interested in his roti canai when we were at the mamak. And Ning took over his babysitting job and let him eat. LOL. And me? I bugged Kayin cause I was emo-ing. Ask him to take out his barcadi lime cause I wanna drink. LOL. He didn't la of course. If he did, Ning would've murdered him. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warren was so drunk and he still insisted on driving. Tsk tsk. Some more got a few people in his car. Woi, people's life at stake la!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Siew Li too. Puke 3 times. And she still drove us back. Thanks ya. And sorry for dirtying your car with lots and lots of sand. :) One word, she drives damn GENG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PICTURES&lt;/span&gt;! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SAsfLRlCiXI/AAAAAAAAAVU/NldxENGGPWQ/s1600-h/P4190007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SAsfLRlCiXI/AAAAAAAAAVU/NldxENGGPWQ/s320/P4190007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191277274032408946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Juls changing in the car! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SAsfLRlCiYI/AAAAAAAAAVc/w48IKBZDTgs/s1600-h/P4190015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SAsfLRlCiYI/AAAAAAAAAVc/w48IKBZDTgs/s320/P4190015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191277274032408962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SiewLi. Our driver for the night/morning.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SAsfLhlCiZI/AAAAAAAAAVk/B5qbnhQeiDQ/s1600-h/P4190019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SAsfLhlCiZI/AAAAAAAAAVk/B5qbnhQeiDQ/s320/P4190019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191277278327376274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Juls and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SAsfLhlCiaI/AAAAAAAAAVs/uCPtJb0hJYE/s1600-h/P4190021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SAsfLhlCiaI/AAAAAAAAAVs/uCPtJb0hJYE/s320/P4190021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191277278327376290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Black-Red-Black. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SAsfLxlCibI/AAAAAAAAAV0/wdHonWNMLj4/s1600-h/P4190022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SAsfLxlCibI/AAAAAAAAAV0/wdHonWNMLj4/s320/P4190022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191277282622343602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blacks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SAsf3hlCicI/AAAAAAAAAV8/ptKiWq47mns/s1600-h/P4190023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SAsf3hlCicI/AAAAAAAAAV8/ptKiWq47mns/s320/P4190023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191278034241620418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The compulsory must have picture when in gurney.&lt;br /&gt;Before Wen Ching came to join us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SAsf3xlCieI/AAAAAAAAAWM/cOrUZNZ_pDM/s1600-h/P4190025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SAsf3xlCieI/AAAAAAAAAWM/cOrUZNZ_pDM/s320/P4190025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191278038536587746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With Wen Ching.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SAsf4BlCifI/AAAAAAAAAWU/kvsXZfdKmvw/s1600-h/P4190033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SAsf4BlCifI/AAAAAAAAAWU/kvsXZfdKmvw/s320/P4190033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191278042831555058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am still the shortest. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*mumbles mumbles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fyi, I was wearing a tunic as a dress. Champion ok. Cause it was damn short. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SAsf3xlCidI/AAAAAAAAAWE/7k4MECwA_Po/s1600-h/P4190028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SAsf3xlCidI/AAAAAAAAAWE/7k4MECwA_Po/s320/P4190028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191278038536587730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Uh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SAsf4BlCigI/AAAAAAAAAWc/YSO9x3uOfqg/s1600-h/P4190034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SAsf4BlCigI/AAAAAAAAAWc/YSO9x3uOfqg/s320/P4190034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191278042831555074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At momo.  Before the raid. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SAsgoRlCihI/AAAAAAAAAWk/o2jO1D_qJ7Q/s1600-h/P4190036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SAsgoRlCihI/AAAAAAAAAWk/o2jO1D_qJ7Q/s320/P4190036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191278871760243218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I lost one side of my hoop earrings last night. :( Ning too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SAsgohlCiiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/6WE2AOsRKgc/s1600-h/P4190037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SAsgohlCiiI/AAAAAAAAAWs/6WE2AOsRKgc/s320/P4190037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191278876055210530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And that, was before the raid.&lt;br /&gt;And before any of the guys came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not forgetting I bumped into Michelle and Farid at Gurney. Such coincidence. :) Damn happy. Cause I haven't see Michelle for ages. And Farid, well, he is the penghulu. Of course miss him lar. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606943909516705686-2132977296763188036?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/2132977296763188036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=2132977296763188036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/2132977296763188036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/2132977296763188036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2008/04/seriously.html' title='Seriously,'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SAsfLRlCiXI/AAAAAAAAAVU/NldxENGGPWQ/s72-c/P4190007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-7149797305683168505</id><published>2008-04-20T08:04:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T08:33:03.635+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First for everything.</title><content type='html'>First time clubbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time got held up in a raid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time I lost my damn cellphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time I lost RM50 cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time I went tipsy I can't stand still for nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time having bottoms up every drink i had except for beer within a time span of less than 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had raid an hour or so later after we were in the club. Mega suayness I tell you. Scare the shit out of me. But good experience lar. :) 'Twas fun. Everyone scared and all. Heh. And I hate the officer for not letting me go to the toilet. Hmph. Lucky Wen Ching (is that how you spell her name she is so pretty and TALL) and Julia and a few of the guys were out of the club when they police came to raid. Meh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, I dunno if I was being suay or anything. So MANY unfortunate events. Though i manage to had fun with them also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so sorry to Anna and Ryan and those that took care of me when my phone got lost/when I was tipsy high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you very much people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tipsy part was too damn funny I cannot recall much. I know I wa tripping over everyone and stepping at their feet. LOL. Had Ning, Madeline, Ting En and a lot more asking &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'dear, you ok or not? Come, rest.'&lt;/span&gt; I didn't know I failed so bad at drinking. And thank you Aric, for calling me a loser cause of that. :( And Ning, for forcing plain water on me. Pffffffft. But I remembered I grab the beer instead when I got back from the dance floor. Wahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I dance. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Eh, seriously my memory isn't that bad. I can remember little things like that which means I'm not gone yet. The only thing I couldn't remember was the amount of drinks I had-brandy, vodka, beer and shots)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The card game was hilarious can die. Loved it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went hysterical when i found out my phone got lost when I was in the car. Dragged Anna, and Ning followed me back to the club to check for it. NADA! Got shooed out by people cleaning up in there. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fuck you&lt;/span&gt;. Then the manager said he'll call if the phone's found yada yada. Anna and Ryan being too nice trying to console me. Ended up I yelled at them like&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; ohmygod-I-don't-wanna-remember&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was being so mean ok. Dunno for what also. But I just burst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ended around 4ish? Supposedly go mamak to sober up. Not likely to me la. I went mamak to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SANE &lt;/span&gt;up. I was damn scary ok, one moment crying, another wimpering, then sobbed and kept quite till we reach subaidah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to go cause Juls super cannot make it. Like dunno how many times worse than me. She was drunk la. Puke once outside momo then start talking gibberish. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After mamak, we went to the beach. Nyahahahaha. Ning and I can't stay still for nuts and we stroll along the beach (except I wish 'twas not her and its &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; else. LOL) and start throwing sand at people. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So just got home all sandy and dirty. Boo. There's a few pictures we took. Update later. I just need to jot this down before I forget everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, time to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear this is by far the most eventful day I had ever since I got back from camp. Damn shit. Need to go out more. Though this is definitely NOT healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm itching to try flaming. Thank you Ryan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_______________________T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606943909516705686-7149797305683168505?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/7149797305683168505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=7149797305683168505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/7149797305683168505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/7149797305683168505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2008/04/first-for-everything.html' title='First for everything.'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-3277115918836074032</id><published>2008-04-18T00:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T01:07:32.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Third.</title><content type='html'>Third driving lesson that is. After I got a hang of it, its not actually &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parking in the circuit was so bloody easy I couldn't believe it. Nyehehehe. The instructor taught me once and leave it to me already. As in no where in sight leave me alone to drive ok! He actually trusted me with his car. Waahahaha. I damn power also. Ok kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing is, everything went perfectly inside the circuit except for on the road. He taught me jalan B and I screwed up. *shy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T__________________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No la, I got damn panicked cause cause THERE WERE SO MANY CARS ON THE ROAD!!!! The road already so narrow, some more so many cars-I totally freak la. Damn lousy I know. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T__________________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after that, I calmed down and still manage to drive back home safely and didn't get me nor my instructor killed. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to celebrate de. Wahahahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College in 2 weeks. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TAN TING TING! NAH, UPDATED DE!!!!!!! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606943909516705686-3277115918836074032?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/3277115918836074032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=3277115918836074032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/3277115918836074032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/3277115918836074032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2008/04/third.html' title='Third.'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-9057851644514401803</id><published>2008-04-09T22:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T23:09:14.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged my Ames.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INSTRUCTIONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Remove ONE question from below, and add in your personal question, make it a total of 20 questions, then tag 8 people in your list, list them out at the end of this post. Notify them in their chat box that he/she has been tagged. Whoever does the tag will have blessings from all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do you believe in love at first sight?&lt;br /&gt;Uh, it depends. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you were to be stranded on a deserted island, who are the 3 blog buddies you would take with you, and why?&lt;br /&gt;Ning (her blog died but still counted right?) - we can talk about everything under the sun so she'll keep me entertained.&lt;br /&gt;Yuh Ting - she's silly and i love her. she can bring me lots of nice chic lit too. :)&lt;br /&gt;Adelyn - she supplies me with more than enough saccharine sweetness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.What place do you want to go the most?&lt;br /&gt;Anywhere that provides me with lots of good food and places to shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do you live to eat or eat to live? (Lame, I know.)&lt;br /&gt;Live to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What do you feel like doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;Going out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What are you afraid to lose the most now?&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing to lose now, is there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If you win $1 million, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;Spend. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If you meet someone that you love, would you confess to him/her?&lt;br /&gt;Depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.List out 3 good points of the person who tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;Short, smart and helpful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What are the requirements that you wish from your other half?&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to know. ;) (to ning-that model will do. xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.  Are you a shopaholic or not?&lt;br /&gt;Harhar. That's pretty obvious isn't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Which do you prefer from your other half? A hug or a kiss?&lt;br /&gt;Hugs and kisses. I'm greedy, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. If you have faults, would you rather the people around you point out to you or would you rather they keep quiet?&lt;br /&gt;Point out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What do you think is the most important thing in your life?&lt;br /&gt;Faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Are you more afraid of failure or loss?&lt;br /&gt;Loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If given a choice, which animal would you opt to be, and why?&lt;br /&gt;A cute puppy. Small one will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. If you had the chance, which part of your character you would like to change?&lt;br /&gt;I'm good like that. I don't wanna change. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What makes you feel disappointed?&lt;br /&gt;Broken promises and fail to get something I really really want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. If given a chance, do you want to see your future?&lt;br /&gt;Nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What do your friends label you as?&lt;br /&gt;Ask them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People to tag:&lt;br /&gt;Yuh Ting&lt;br /&gt;Yench&lt;br /&gt;Joel&lt;br /&gt;Sung Ching&lt;br /&gt;Daphnie&lt;br /&gt;Michelle&lt;br /&gt;Ve Wen&lt;br /&gt;Ling Yi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606943909516705686-9057851644514401803?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/9057851644514401803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=9057851644514401803&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/9057851644514401803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/9057851644514401803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2008/04/tagged-my-ames.html' title='Tagged my Ames.'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-7396709749105309538</id><published>2008-04-06T00:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:04:15.065+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A change.</title><content type='html'>Bored of my sleek straight jet black hair. So I drop by Kez boy's place after lunch for a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/R_esLhlOAYI/AAAAAAAAAUc/Yg7MWKZeA6c/s1600-h/P4050458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/R_esLhlOAYI/AAAAAAAAAUc/Yg7MWKZeA6c/s200/P4050458.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185802809933431170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/R_esMRlOAZI/AAAAAAAAAUk/H9M6jFlQNn8/s1600-h/P4050468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/R_esMRlOAZI/AAAAAAAAAUk/H9M6jFlQNn8/s200/P4050468.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185802822818333074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta-daa. :D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The colour in real life is not as bright as the pictures. So me likey likey. :D Its supposed to be brown+purple but I dunno what happen. Lol. Thought of getting curls actually, but nah, I just straighten my hair 4 months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I cam-whored quite a bit with my new hair. Tee hee. But don't worry, I won't give you people eye sore by putting up all of them. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving lesson this Monday. Wish me luck, people!! I'm really really really gonna need it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606943909516705686-7396709749105309538?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/7396709749105309538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=7396709749105309538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/7396709749105309538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/7396709749105309538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2008/04/change.html' title='A change.'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/R_esLhlOAYI/AAAAAAAAAUc/Yg7MWKZeA6c/s72-c/P4050458.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-274575196260719760</id><published>2008-04-03T00:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T00:23:44.721+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have...</title><content type='html'>an OKU friend. And that silly girl asked when will I be free when she is still in the hospital. For christ sake, she has not even recover! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;T_________________T&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She said, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'accompany me out to unwind.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, I will of course. WHEN YOU ARE FEELING BETTER, MISS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I'm eyeing on this sony ericsson phone. Problem is, how am I suppose to get it? Sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm bored. Ok, going to sleep. Tarra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Glad that things are back on track now. Like how it used to, like how its gonna be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/5606943909516705686-274575196260719760?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/274575196260719760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=274575196260719760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/274575196260719760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/274575196260719760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-have.html' title='I have...'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-5756740780489814889</id><published>2008-04-01T14:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T15:21:30.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Applied for job.</title><content type='html'>Yep. :) But I don't think I'll be hired lar since I haven't got any phone calls yet. Sigh. Wasted my energy only. LOL. Was walking up down left right center at Queens in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HEELS&lt;/span&gt; (heels cause I was out with Ting and I needed them to compensate for my lack of height, geddit?) yesterday to apply for 3 jobs and not get any. Meh, no next time. &gt;=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was supposedly out with Ting Ting to watch 27 dresses ONLY. But she dragged me to find jobs cause we were too bored at home. Anyway, the movie was damn typical lar. Happy ending and all that jazz but but, still nice. :D   Since I'm a sucker for chic lit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I'm bored. More like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lazy&lt;/span&gt;. *shamefaced* I'm supposed to go find a job today so that at least I can work at pc fair but looking at my state now, forget it. I rather die rotting at home. Some more I can die happy because I'm happy like that. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dum dee dum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really pointless. Ah, what the heck..... Tarra!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606943909516705686-5756740780489814889?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/5756740780489814889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=5756740780489814889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/5756740780489814889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/5756740780489814889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2008/04/applied-for-job.html' title='Applied for job.'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-6579867097603889618</id><published>2008-03-29T20:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:04:15.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>May fifth.</title><content type='html'>Yes, my course will start on May 5th. Just registered this afternoon at INTI. The new building is damn new I like. :D Will be taking only 3 subjects so get to relax a bit. I think lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda looking forward to it cause I've been a bum at home and no, it isn't fun! Its like I rather go to school than staying at home during the holidays feeling. Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know Christ is taking the same course as I am but prolly different subjects so its gonna be hard making new friends all over again. Meh. You know, like how I was worried I won't get any friends before going to NS, this is the same I suppose. Haiyo, I'm really gonna hate the whole 'hello, my name is Karyn and what's yours? Nice meeting you' that kinda nonsense lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ughhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEEEELPPPPP!!! x(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheng beng tomorrow. Was out with the parents to get some last minute stuff and I realised that the dead people are kinda lucky nowadays. Those people sell everything! From cars to clothes and shoes (the more common ones) to bags and brollies etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And those bags and shoes are designer stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T__________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still so cool la, kan? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, damn pek chek. My parents and their friends will be going down Spore without me!!!!&lt;br /&gt;They are so bloody nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T______________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/ADMINI%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ok, nuff for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/R-5yyxlOAXI/AAAAAAAAAUU/5PXU2yRek1c/s1600-h/DSC00285+%281%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/R-5yyxlOAXI/AAAAAAAAAUU/5PXU2yRek1c/s320/DSC00285+%281%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183206437778489714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In camp. At DM. Sleeping on the couch outside Bilik Pergerakan on a Rainy day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When those involved in performance were busy running everywhere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm such a good helper. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ps&lt;/span&gt;-I've been deprive of fast food lately. So kfc and pizza anyone? Cause I just had mcdizzies with the parents just now and I can't believe I wolfed down a double cheeseburger and nuggets all by myself.  No wonder I is going sideways. Hmm. Still,  cannot resist fast food kan. xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606943909516705686-6579867097603889618?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/6579867097603889618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=6579867097603889618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/6579867097603889618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/6579867097603889618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2008/03/may-fifth.html' title='May fifth.'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/R-5yyxlOAXI/AAAAAAAAAUU/5PXU2yRek1c/s72-c/DSC00285+%281%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-2932519069065456668</id><published>2008-03-25T12:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T13:46:35.141+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First driving lesson.</title><content type='html'>OMG I swear to god I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"world worst driver"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nearly banged into the same motorcyclist TWICE!!! And the curbs A LOT OF TIMES. And my engine died on me THREE freaking times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I went onto the main road, I'd prolly be dead by now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T__________________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I lousy like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T__________________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it me or is everyone else like that too on their first attempt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I manage to do bukit twice cause I went to the wrong lane. LOL. I did the round-a-bout too, and my hands got tangled up. If thats not bad enough, when I'm supposed to hit clutch and break, I &lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;accelerated&lt;/span&gt;. Not to mention I'm always damn kan cheong in changing gears and letting go of the clutch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY AM I LIKE THAT!!! YORRR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could definitely crash if it wasn't for my instructor to pull up the hand break many many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I could pass. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, laugh all you want. I don't mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606943909516705686-2932519069065456668?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/2932519069065456668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=2932519069065456668&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/2932519069065456668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/2932519069065456668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2008/03/first-driving-lesson.html' title='First driving lesson.'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-3925219800905593920</id><published>2008-03-23T20:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T21:17:14.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I is lucky today.</title><content type='html'>Hahahahaha. I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;am &lt;/span&gt;lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point is, when I went for the 3hours damn boring can die theory thing for driving, Belinda was there!! I was not alone. My NS friend from Bravo was there. Same driving school some more. Such coincidence. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, throughout the 3hours we were talking like no one's business. From camp to the people there to other stuff. Thank god she was there if not I'll be bored to death like the other time when i went for the 5 hours kursus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Twas nice to talk about those stuff again. She told me lotsa gossips too. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And happier stuff, got my cd from cikgu Arul. :) And met ah duck too. Aww, missed him lar. Haven't heard him said the word 'rancak' for so long de.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched the video clips too. Quite nice la. Joel, you got the cd or not? I know you don't miss that place but, but... Damn nice lor. I miss those physical activities lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been talking so much about camp today. Miss it, but I'm kinda looking forward to college. And for now, being able to drive. Dammit, i needa wait for a month! NOT COOL! &gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606943909516705686-3925219800905593920?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/3925219800905593920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=3925219800905593920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/3925219800905593920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/3925219800905593920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-is-lucky-today.html' title='I is lucky today.'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-6265533423138528364</id><published>2008-03-21T16:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:04:15.582+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*edited*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was talking to mom,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;'you see, my camera and ipod are both pink. missing one thing to complete my...'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;'ya, pink laptop lo.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;'eh, no. i was about to say pink phone lar.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, in order to complete my pink gadget collection i need a pink lappie and a pink phone. harhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got it. Finally. :) And its in my favourite colour. Not my favourite shade but oh well, still its PINK! PEEENK! :D Happy happy joy joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D :D :D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/R-N38hlOATI/AAAAAAAAAT0/nH36q4ofUBg/s1600-h/P3210392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/R-N38hlOATI/AAAAAAAAAT0/nH36q4ofUBg/s320/P3210392.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180115878096535858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to replace the old one. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/R-N38RlOASI/AAAAAAAAATs/7q8dH7wKY_Y/s1600-h/Image056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/R-N38RlOASI/AAAAAAAAATs/7q8dH7wKY_Y/s320/Image056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180115873801568546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lookeeee that. P-I-N-K!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now wouldn't it be nice if I get myself a pink phone. Then the pink gadget collection would be complete. tee hee. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, undang tomorrow. DIEEEEEEEEEE! Pray that i pass k? Study study...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ps-I had peanut butter and jelly sandwich at 4 in the morning. Now I know why I'm growing sideways. Sigh. And I finished a whole bowl of linguini in mushroom cream sauce by myself for lunch. Oh noes. I should start to exercise. Sigh.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606943909516705686-6265533423138528364?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/6265533423138528364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=6265533423138528364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/6265533423138528364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/6265533423138528364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2008/03/pink.html' title='Pink.'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/R-N38hlOATI/AAAAAAAAAT0/nH36q4ofUBg/s72-c/P3210392.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-8872883767486918546</id><published>2008-03-20T22:00:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:04:20.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kem Syruz.</title><content type='html'>Finally i decided to get my lazy butt to do this. (read: procrastinating in studying undang. What? my test this Saturday la. I know I damn slow, hush now.) So here's  how my camp looks like. :) Credits to Vincent from Bravo (whoever he is cause i don't really know him) cause i stole most of his pictures. harhar. Was suppose to wait for Ang ang's but well, it took ages. So there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/R-JudRlOACI/AAAAAAAAARs/0RadBWAsICw/s1600-h/P3100162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/R-JudRlOACI/AAAAAAAAARs/0RadBWAsICw/s320/P3100162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179823970644262946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; This is padang kawad. We would gather there every morning at 6.30 for senaman pagi/senamrobik. And of course, it is for marching too. Simpulan kasih night was held there too-damn touching night. Long story. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/R-JudhlOADI/AAAAAAAAAR0/m2NZGDM4sRA/s1600-h/1_537532943l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/R-JudhlOADI/AAAAAAAAAR0/m2NZGDM4sRA/s320/1_537532943l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179823974939230258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the medic. Poor sickies have to walk up a slope whenever they lapor sakit. And the place where the car is parked-we sit there and wait for our turn. Which sometimes can be damn long. This medic is temporary, the permanent one is built beside the classes. Lucky 2nd batch cause when camp ended, the new medic is almost done. Bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/R-JudxlOAEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/-pepIZjY9Ek/s1600-h/1_831322443l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/R-JudxlOAEI/AAAAAAAAAR8/-pepIZjY9Ek/s320/1_831322443l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179823979234197570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;View from wira's dorm I suppose. You see the lake, where we did our water activities there and you see the green roof-its our dewan makan. The empty space beside DM is padang sukan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/R-JueBlOAGI/AAAAAAAAASM/hwrkm7l3GBo/s1600-h/1_458209990l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/R-JueBlOAGI/AAAAAAAAASM/hwrkm7l3GBo/s320/1_458209990l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179823983529164898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this is the inside. A stage and empty space. Ceramah and all those nonsense held here. Ro-call too.  :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/R-JuzBlOAHI/AAAAAAAAASU/jZ6T1V7nSxE/s1600-h/1_587684812l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/R-JuzBlOAHI/AAAAAAAAASU/jZ6T1V7nSxE/s320/1_587684812l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179824344306417778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Makan place. Wirawatis table la.  Wira's another side. And yes, we have to arrange our  stuff like that. harhar. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/R-JuzRlOAII/AAAAAAAAASc/rjEN8P1Pkr0/s1600-h/1_284196989l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/R-JuzRlOAII/AAAAAAAAASc/rjEN8P1Pkr0/s320/1_284196989l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179824348601385090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Washing area/water splashing area.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/R-JuzhlOAJI/AAAAAAAAASk/1E7FYa1JLlU/s1600-h/1_621985014l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/R-JuzhlOAJI/AAAAAAAAASk/1E7FYa1JLlU/s320/1_621985014l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179824352896352402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Behind DM-guys territory. They play volleyball and sepak takraw there during riadah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/R-JudxlOAFI/AAAAAAAAASE/y0ecGfO_KSk/s1600-h/1_767102932l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/R-JudxlOAFI/AAAAAAAAASE/y0ecGfO_KSk/s320/1_767102932l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179823979234197586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Classes-character building, kenegaraan, integrasi, ppsb etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/R-JuzxlOAKI/AAAAAAAAASs/PubVqzD7ees/s1600-h/1_662340704l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/R-JuzxlOAKI/AAAAAAAAASs/PubVqzD7ees/s320/1_662340704l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179824357191319714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is FLYING FOX! Wheee. Damn fun, although I was a bit scared while cmlimbing up the stairs. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/R-Ju0BlOALI/AAAAAAAAAS0/rceycFUh4JA/s1600-h/345427318156l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/R-Ju0BlOALI/AAAAAAAAAS0/rceycFUh4JA/s320/345427318156l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179824361486287026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this.... is Alpha's flag. Alpha is my company so I'd say its the nicest flag among all. *proudproud* xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/R-J1phlOAMI/AAAAAAAAAS8/sO74cLSpEdQ/s1600-h/P3070141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/R-J1phlOAMI/AAAAAAAAAS8/sO74cLSpEdQ/s320/P3070141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179831877679055042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is MY dorm during layout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/R-J4NBlOARI/AAAAAAAAATk/x9OnBbvbsDY/s1600-h/P3070142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/R-J4NBlOARI/AAAAAAAAATk/x9OnBbvbsDY/s320/P3070142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179834686587666706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is MY bed-before. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/R-J4MxlOAQI/AAAAAAAAATc/swO3wsfNlbs/s1600-h/P3110344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/R-J4MxlOAQI/AAAAAAAAATc/swO3wsfNlbs/s320/P3110344.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179834682292699394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is after. :(&lt;br /&gt;Snap this pic when I woke up on the last day. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/R-J2IhlOANI/AAAAAAAAATE/Z_I3MAEyGiE/s1600-h/P3070142.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So this is camp. I miss camp. Camp doesn't look that bad now, does it? And I just bloody gained another kilo. 43kg. OMFG. I am gonna eat and be fat and die ugly. Oh noes. (walau, since when am I so bimbotic?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna get myself an iPod tomorrow, I guess. Second one in less than a year. What happened to the last one better not happen to the new one. If not.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still sick. Almost 3 weeks now. Can anyone tell whats wrong with me. Dammit. The throat is killing me. Grrhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, thats it. Taa for now. I'm hungry... Die la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606943909516705686-8872883767486918546?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/8872883767486918546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=8872883767486918546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/8872883767486918546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/8872883767486918546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2008/03/kem-syruz.html' title='Kem Syruz.'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/R-JudRlOACI/AAAAAAAAARs/0RadBWAsICw/s72-c/P3100162.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-1867020116111435883</id><published>2008-03-18T17:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T17:30:38.778+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sien kao kao.</title><content type='html'>Eat, sleep, hog on the pc &amp;amp; tv is what I do now. And occasionally going to queens when my driver-friends are free and when they are nice enough to spare some time for me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except for yesterday which was quite fun since I was out from noon till midnight. :) Out with Ames after her class. Ya lar, she damn nice to come all the way from Disted to fetch me out lar. And all we did was bum around the mall criticizing how ugly clothes are nowadays.. which was fun. Right, mimi? :P (damn no life, too I might wanna add)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last minute decided to watch Ah Long resulting in that dodo head fella wanting to check my IC. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;meng&lt;/span&gt;-siasui-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kan&lt;/span&gt;. Tsk. Thank god not many people around lor. If not I'm gonna dig a hole and bury my face there and then. Dammit, I'm legal already la. (not quite yet, but soon) I know I look young and that's a compliment but don't do that to me in public mar, I shy wan ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We chao-ed after the movie. Mimi dropped me home as usual. :D Showered and went out again with the folks. Got some occasion la dunno what but I know I was there for the food, that's suppose to be it but my uncles and aunties all damn nice, they let me start drinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not good I tell you. When I hear glass clicking, it means happy happy joy joy drinking but my uncle pandai-pandai mengajak me, my mom and aunties to bottoms up. So we kena quite gai lar. Was damn high after downing wine as if its Ribena. My mom's worse but my dad remain sober throughout the night. Harhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember coming home and took up a good half an hour showering before hitting the hay. And I woke up at 5.30am this morning cause I cannot sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_________________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn off I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I'm gonna kill my liver very badly if this continues. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T__________________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I suppose being an alkie runs in the genes. ;P har har.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606943909516705686-1867020116111435883?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/1867020116111435883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=1867020116111435883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/1867020116111435883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/1867020116111435883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2008/03/sien-kao-kao.html' title='Sien kao kao.'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-718733112923785985</id><published>2008-03-13T22:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T23:09:59.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suffering from boredom.</title><content type='html'>Bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back from camp on Tuesday and went Gurney in the afternoon with mom. Got results yesterday and went to Queens with Ting to catch a movie. Today? Rot at home. I seriously have nothing better to do. I so regret for not learning how to drive before NS. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day of doing nothing productive. Other than eat, sleep, online and watch tv, I did nothing else. If going to the clinic counts. Cause I am damn sick. Dammit. I'm gonna cough my lungs out soon. Have been sick ever since wirajaya ended. that's like more than a week already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why la I always fall sick till so gai wan. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that aside, I actually am missing camp. Heh. At least I have better things to do there than rotting at home like now. And my friends... I miss them. Ah well. And definitely that cute guy. *squeals*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone (preferably can drive) wants to go out? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606943909516705686-718733112923785985?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/718733112923785985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=718733112923785985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/718733112923785985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/718733112923785985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2008/03/suffering-from-boredom.html' title='Suffering from boredom.'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-8107022303538889624</id><published>2008-03-11T21:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T22:25:08.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello world!</title><content type='html'>I'm back from camp for good now. Took lots of pictures and will upload them soon. That aside, SPM results coming out tomorrow. I'm so damn screwed cause I did so bloody badly and I totally slacked last year though I did buck up a bit after that, not much help though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results gonna be a bitch, that I know but currently, I'm on cloud nine sms-ing with somebody. At the same time, a bit dumbfounded about the things &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Everything is so mixed up lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More about camp soon. I'm really gonna miss it. 10.30pm now, supposedly having ro-call in DM. Sigh. Good times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606943909516705686-8107022303538889624?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/8107022303538889624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=8107022303538889624&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/8107022303538889624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/8107022303538889624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2008/03/hello-world.html' title='Hello world!'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-1328053621630419370</id><published>2008-02-15T00:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T01:10:07.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peek-a-boo!</title><content type='html'>So our request for going home to 'pai-thee-kong' was accepted by the atasan people. Double L said the atasan people hardly approve this type of request I wonder got into their mind this time. Lucky us, I s'pose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been hectic. Shooting on Monday, class Kenegaraan on Tuesday, Community service on Wednesday and home it is today! Back on Friday and we'll be having some presentation at night which I'm currently clueless about, Saturday the guys will be having futsal (should be free for me) and Sunday, out to temple. Doubt my parents coming over for a visit since I'm back now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we had our gun training. Awesomeness. ;) 25 shots. 5 trials shots. Another 20 was given points if you hit the target which I think I miss heaps cause I only got 40/100. Among my friends the highest was 88, 2 girls and a guy. Min, Del and Ter. And my pengasuh was nice. She's pretty. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's this Ribbon Bocor game we played at 2.30pm under the scorching hot sun. I swear I'm darker than before now. So much darker. I can very pass as a Malay the last time and I guess when I'm back, I can pass off as an Indian already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_____________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game was a-okay. Looks easy but challenging. It needed teamwork which my group shared &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;none&lt;/span&gt;. Ok fine, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not much&lt;/span&gt;. So it was a whole yelling process throughout and miraculously, Alpha won. Yes, we won. Credits to Bella of course, she was a good leader for team 1. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys played Tarzan swing and another I don't know what is it called. Saw them play, looks fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can't wait for Flying Fox. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went for community service at some old folks home somewhere. Cute cute guy was there. *swoons* xD Had gotong-royong. Girls in the house, guys out in the garden. So its pointless having the cute cute guy there anyway. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'd be 25 days before I leave camp for good. Time flies. And daddy is making us sing Kenangan Terindah and Seasons in The Sun every night during ro-call. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this is getting boring. The next time I blog it'll be full of pictures, promise. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taa for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606943909516705686-1328053621630419370?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/1328053621630419370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=1328053621630419370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/1328053621630419370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/1328053621630419370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2008/02/peek-boo.html' title='Peek-a-boo!'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-8681144112131065203</id><published>2008-02-09T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:04:20.968+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There goes my week.</title><content type='html'>I'm going back to camp tomorrow. A week of being in the comfort zone makes it hard for me to get out of it. A week is a tad too long I'd say; 5 days would be just nice. I've gotten so lazy within a week and the next thing I know, I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MUST&lt;/span&gt; wake up at 5 am on Monday  to be the discipline self again. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss camp, I do. I miss the people, the activities even. But the fact that I would be deprive of sleep once again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am such a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PIG. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(of course, it's Karyn we are talking about.)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T______________________T&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, this week have been quite productive. CNY cum camp necessities shopping,  had supper with the fantastic 5 and some others, yum cha-ed, had barbecue session at Uncle Johnny's , steamboat at my uncle's, drinking sessions with the adults, gambling with the kids, movie with Ting and not forgetting the most important one, collecting ang pows!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Class kenegaraan starts on Monday. And I'm gonna start my M-16 practice too. Whee, gun! After that would be flying fox, kayaking, canoing, survival camp, kembara halangan etc. Doubt we get to finish everything but pray for the best la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp is not too bad so to the fifth formers of 2008, though it is wasting quite a lot of time but I guess the experiences and companies are worth it. :) Don't worry lar, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a totally different note, I might not be going to Disted. Wasting 300bucks on registration yadda yadda.. I don't care. I can't even decide on what to study now. If the moolahs is not a problem, I would love to study in KL. After all, I've got friends there. And my brother and cousin is there to keep an eye on me. Bah, why am I not rich enough. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KL aside, it's either INTI or Disted. INTI is like 10minutes drive from my place and Disted is so goddamn far. If its not for SAM, I would've go to INTI. The problem is HSC doesn't have 2nd intake. Bah. My brother is so not encouraging me on taking up pre-U.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, whatever la. I have a month's time to think it over and my mom can settle it for me. I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only picture I could find for company Alpha,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/R63LoIEV85I/AAAAAAAAARk/CdJk0-oKcpI/s1600-h/1_270351334l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/R63LoIEV85I/AAAAAAAAARk/CdJk0-oKcpI/s320/1_270351334l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165008237884732306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I know you can't spot me. Don't bother. :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken on the 3rd day of Class Intergrasi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Che Nat&lt;/span&gt;... harhar! Inside joke.&lt;br /&gt;And that is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;us&lt;/span&gt; in our class uni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ok, that's it. I'll be back in a month's time. Miss me! Till then, take care everyone and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY CNY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; once again. Oh, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY&lt;/span&gt; in advance. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606943909516705686-8681144112131065203?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/8681144112131065203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=8681144112131065203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/8681144112131065203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/8681144112131065203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2008/02/there-goes-my-week.html' title='There goes my week.'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/R63LoIEV85I/AAAAAAAAARk/CdJk0-oKcpI/s72-c/1_270351334l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-2602345560598369230</id><published>2008-02-04T01:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T01:49:40.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 week.</title><content type='html'>I'm back from camp for a week-Chinese New Year break. Us chinese get to come back 2 days before the rest cause our Daddy appealed for us. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost my blogging skill. I have nothing to blabber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, bed time. Whee, no waking up at 5am and drag myself for PT. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606943909516705686-2602345560598369230?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/2602345560598369230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=2602345560598369230&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/2602345560598369230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/2602345560598369230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2008/02/1-week.html' title='1 week.'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-2379484932576101957</id><published>2008-01-19T15:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T16:12:58.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from NS!</title><content type='html'>For a day that is. :) Cousin's wedding tonight which is also the small one's birthday. I AM back on YOUR birthday. harhar. Have to be back at camp by 10 am tomorrow which I don't quite mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, NS. NS is fun. We are having character building classes now. First module was about SAYA and now we're halfway in the second module which is KITA. After that we would be doing physical activities which means FLYING FOX &amp;amp; SURVIVAL. (3days2nights in the forest) The latter is kinda scary if you ask me. Forest, all sorts of things are in there. Sheesh. We gonna kayak too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've gain some weight-6 meals a day, duhhh! And not to mention my face is 2 tones darker than my body from all that standing under the hot sun. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite used to showering using cold water now but waking up at 5am is still a problem to me. We would be very tired on weekdays but weekends we will be damn bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learned new stuff, met lots of new friends, became less racist, eat more, sleep less, more independent but still dimanjakan by a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss camp already though I'll be back by tomorrow MORNING. I'm sleeping alone tonight. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way, improved BM and Mandrin too. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606943909516705686-2379484932576101957?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/2379484932576101957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=2379484932576101957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/2379484932576101957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/2379484932576101957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2008/01/back-from-ns.html' title='Back from NS!'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-2959341398202884268</id><published>2007-12-30T03:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:04:22.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Till then.</title><content type='html'>This will be my last post for 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How time flies. Now, 7 more hours later I'll be leaving for NS. Although I won't be leaving for good, I'll still be leaving lots and lots of things and people behind. For instance, the new bunch of friends that I got close to within a month. My high school buddies. My study mates. My parents. My home. My room. My everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never left home for so long before. I remember staying over at a cousin's place which lasted a month and the furthest I went was UK, and thats only 2 weeks. This time, I'll be leaving for 3 months. 3 whole months for good-without luxury. 3 whole months being independent. 3 whole months to make new friends. Not that I mind but, I'm already used to having certain people within this short period of time and this sudden change isn't much needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember counting down with them. I remember how they would laugh at me because I'll be leaving. I remember the times when we said, 'Who cares about ns. There's a month left. We can have plenty of fun.' Indeed, we had lots of fun. It was so fun I would love time to stop there and then. Then it was a week left. They teased and I laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our last supper together was loud chatter and guffaws. Snapping pictures away and being nice to each and every.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, since when are they nice? They were that night. They really were. No sarcasm, no awful teasing. Just plain nice. I thought I was gonna cry, but I didn't because on the day I'm leaving, they'll be sending me off. Well, only 3 of them though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/R3aeZIJg4aI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Zf9F0hUo8iw/s1600-h/PICT0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/R3aeZIJg4aI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Zf9F0hUo8iw/s320/PICT0019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149477378466046370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The fantastic 5 (harhar, sounds poser-ish xD) at Kayu. Supper=Kayu. Most of the times anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/R3aeYoJg4YI/AAAAAAAAAQs/cdzyKJbyYAs/s1600-h/PICT0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/R3aeYoJg4YI/AAAAAAAAAQs/cdzyKJbyYAs/s320/PICT0011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149477369876111746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jia Li. My only girl companion among the lot. Which means my act cute partner too. The one that would tease me kao kao alongside them  every single time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/R3afVIJg4bI/AAAAAAAAARE/uhNIn9tdLW4/s1600-h/PICT0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/R3afVIJg4bI/AAAAAAAAARE/uhNIn9tdLW4/s320/PICT0024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149478409258197426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Bastard. He had to wear that shirt.) If I stop fighting with him one day, well, that one day the world would become upside down and have no peace at all. I'm gonna miss Borders and your colleagues for getting sick of me. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/R3aeYoJg4ZI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/z-Ph7ZLWXM4/s1600-h/PICT0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/R3aeYoJg4ZI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/z-Ph7ZLWXM4/s320/PICT0014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149477369876111762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They are far to gay for any descriptions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Warren has been a really nice driver. he would fetch me around without grumbling. Just the occasional&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'How are you going back later ah?'&lt;/span&gt; in a super duper sarcastic tone. Kuok Tjun on the other hand, has been quite mean to me although he CAN be nice but I don't think he wants to. That high ego fella can hardly accept defeat with his head held high therefore the constant arguing between us. The arguments are pointless most of the times but its fun seeing him all worked up to defend himself. harhar!! I'm gonna miss you both because only you guys would do that 'brotha thing' with me. :) Much appreciated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here's a very cute picture of Kuok Tjun that everyone has to agree with me that he IS cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/R3aeYYJg4XI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SxWp26LX1UA/s1600-h/PICT0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/R3aeYYJg4XI/AAAAAAAAAQk/SxWp26LX1UA/s320/PICT0004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149477365581144434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;See, no acting cute whatsoever. I just took up my cam and he very layan smiled at me. And that picture turn out pretty good. :) You can steal it if you want! Don't worry so much about your undang test. I'm sure you'll pass it. And when I'm back for holidays, you can drive me around. xD Happy working in Dome and be nice to all your customers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;"Sunday morning time to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;But I'll be holding you soon&lt;br /&gt;Though I'm leavin', girl don't start to cry&lt;br /&gt;I'll be thinkin' of you .... yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a lonely ride on the midnight train&lt;br /&gt;I'm countin' down the days 'til I'm home again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can i say when my words ever dry&lt;br /&gt;How can I smile with the tear in my eye&lt;br /&gt;Summer's so lost with rainin' in June&lt;br /&gt;That's how it feels when I'm missin' you..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fuck blogspot. Another half of my long post went poof, just like that! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make things short, fantastic 5 will be sorely missed. Fen, Ames, Ngiap Li and Janice too. Not forgetting Yench. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my new year resolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1# Buck up on studies after camp.&lt;br /&gt;2# Spend less.&lt;br /&gt;3# Start saving $$$.&lt;br /&gt;4# Cut down on late night outings.&lt;br /&gt;5# Be a good girl to the parents.&lt;br /&gt;6# Get along with everyone and stop getting myself into any sort of dramas. (harhar, lame)&lt;br /&gt;7# Grow taller. (meh, doubt it.)&lt;br /&gt;8# Start exercising.&lt;br /&gt;9# Stop procrastinating. (you think so? xD)&lt;br /&gt;10# No more liao la. Can't think of any. Will add more if I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, time to hit the bed. Now bye everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR 2008!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Have a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606943909516705686-2959341398202884268?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/2959341398202884268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=2959341398202884268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/2959341398202884268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/2959341398202884268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2007/12/till-then.html' title='Till then.'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/R3aeZIJg4aI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/Zf9F0hUo8iw/s72-c/PICT0019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-6302308069166833419</id><published>2007-12-26T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:04:22.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiking.</title><content type='html'>Whee, finally we went hiking. Happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our plan to reach Penang Hill by 7 ko-ed thanks to Kuok Tjun because he couldn't wake up. We were already at his place when he was about to get ready. He damn potong steam right? We were about to scold him when he gets into the car but he called me, '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; eh 5 minutes ok, alarm clock punctured.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is he so funny like that. I couldn't help laughing when teasing him. xD Anyway, we reached around 7.30am cause he potong steam again. He gave us the wrong direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#$%^&amp;amp;*@!&amp;amp;%*!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started our journey at 7.45 ish and ended at 1.45. I know right, we took so darn long. But what can you expect from mall rats? 14km isn't that short you know. What more, we took our own sweet time dragging ourselves up the steep steep road and walking backwards when we were coming down. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun overall albeit a bit tiring. Quite worth the walk also lar with Kuok Tjun's lame jokes and gossiping about other people. It would be fun if there were more people since Adrian decided to potong steam too, by not joining us cause he had to work.  While walking down, we thought about inviting so many more people that we left out last night. harhar. Maybe next time, when I'm back from NS; with better endurance, stamina, muscles and all those shit. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuok has a nice body I must admit. No, I didn't peep. xD He was walking around topless cause according to him, it was damn hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_____T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, got lucky and bump into my big sister while resting. Of all places, Penang Hill. A bit salah right. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had 2 hours of sleep last night after all. I won't be going tuition later yayyyyyyy and there will be no more. Too bloody exhausted and now my legs are aching shit. Sigh. Some more I needa start packing my stuff. Haven't touch a single bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/R3IEx4Jg4VI/AAAAAAAAAQU/p4GHHpPU5ug/s1600-h/image028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/R3IEx4Jg4VI/AAAAAAAAAQU/p4GHHpPU5ug/s320/image028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148182578970288466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is what happens when the girlfriend whines about being tired.&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo shweet, don't you think? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And trust me, this is the first time I see Kuok so loving it almost seems wrong. He had always been harsh about everything to his girlfriend and all of a sudden,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; this.&lt;/span&gt; Cannot take it lar. Oh well, I guess everyone has their soft spot after all. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wokay, needa go list down things to bring for NS now. Gosh, I can't believe its so soon. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606943909516705686-6302308069166833419?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/6302308069166833419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=6302308069166833419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/6302308069166833419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/6302308069166833419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2007/12/hiking.html' title='Hiking.'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/R3IEx4Jg4VI/AAAAAAAAAQU/p4GHHpPU5ug/s72-c/image028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-8428558428448580479</id><published>2007-12-25T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T00:49:15.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>Christmas eve was alright I guess. It was tuition in the morning, bumming around the mall in the afternoon and a friend's barbecue party at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to update. I'll be leaving in 5 more days and before I leave I'll post up pictures to make this blog not so dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yay, my hiking plan is gonna work out! xD After hiking is brekky and after that is movie! I think. Whoop-dee-doo. And tuition in the evening. Grrhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sleeping tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Merry Christmas all!! And Happy boxing day. ;)&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/5606943909516705686-8428558428448580479?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/8428558428448580479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=8428558428448580479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/8428558428448580479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/8428558428448580479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-4068410426719749117</id><published>2007-12-23T00:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T00:14:57.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 days left.</title><content type='html'>How time flies eh? Remembering very well that I got so so upset when I had to find out about it a day before school prom and having all the people 'congratulating me' during prom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now? 7 more days till I leave. Kinda sad that I haven't meet up with people I'm supposed to meet. Although I am having lots of fun with the current bunch of people but you know, I'm not the type that will leave my old friends behind. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, I got lucky today cause I bumped into my larling while doing some Christmas shopping. Jolly happy crazy. xD It has been a while since I last saw her. I've already received 2 since yesterday! :) Still having a headache on what to get for certain people though. Meh, never mind that. And I saw someone cute today. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realised that I have tuition on christmas eve. How depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the christmas mood didn't hit me like how it normally would. I think the mood sort of died. I no longer sing christmas carols at the top of my lungs anymore. harhar! I still cannot feel it lar. Why like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna do more shopping, but there's nothing to buy. Bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606943909516705686-4068410426719749117?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/4068410426719749117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=4068410426719749117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/4068410426719749117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/4068410426719749117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2007/12/7-days-left.html' title='7 days left.'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-1525696879404623977</id><published>2007-12-21T03:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T04:15:18.938+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Accounts can be a...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not whining or anything but why la can't my trial balance tally. Very very annoying can. I did 2 long questions and non were balanced. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ARGHHHHHHHH!&lt;/span&gt; 1 more question to go-double entry and trial balance that means another 45 minutes to go. Means sleeping at 5am and I'm waking up at 8.30 later. Tuition is at 10.30 am. Woo-hoo. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;champion already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally went for supper after 3 days of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT GOING OUT AT ALL&lt;/span&gt;. Warren does come in handy as a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;chauffeur&lt;/span&gt;. (After all, his place and mine is just a stone throw away so not as paise to him as to Jia Li or Ames or Adrian. har har.) When he was down in Kl for the past 3 days, I nearly died of boredom at home. Rotted, or almost. He finally messaged me when I finished watching a movie with the parents. I was more than thrilled to receive a message from him cause I'm going out!!! Yay!!!! Out with the same bunch of people because I haven't see them all for 3 long days and I guess I missed them, a bit. xD (This is 3 days I'm talking about, I'm not gonna imagine 3 months. Of course I miss Jan and Ngiap but there's always &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the email&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the usual, Warren pick me and Kuok up then off to Queens to wait for those working people then to mamak. Seeing them again means lots of arguing session. xD All ego maniacs. har har. So yeah, lotsa things to laugh about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm kinda glad that he won't be leaving for the states since his visa got rejected. :p Means he'll be in Penang when I come back from NS means lots more going out and less transportation problems. LOL. Ok, now I really take him for granted. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bad, Karyn. BAD.&lt;/span&gt; LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just kidding lar. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MNG sales was madness. The long queue to the fitting room was a tad annoying. Other than that, was fine. For the first time, most of the clothes I picked fitted me. And they are cheap. Say rm20 for tank tops and rm30 for tees? Its a bargain, no? (when it comes to SALES, everything &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; a bargain. lol.) Normally it would be no size, not worth the price or something like that. But this time was different laaaaaaaaaa. Man, I'm gonna go back and grab more stuff. Maybe tomorrow. :) The problem is, I'm kinda broke from all that KL splurging. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe mommy might be kind to give me a bit of allowance. Can't possibly drag her there since I just bought 5 items there today. Meh, this sucks. When you are out of cash during sales season.  Buhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LONG&lt;/span&gt;. I think I better get back to finishing my work and have some shut eyes before I die in class tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606943909516705686-1525696879404623977?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/1525696879404623977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=1525696879404623977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/1525696879404623977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/1525696879404623977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2007/12/accounts-can-be.html' title='Accounts can be a...'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-338480010534520173</id><published>2007-12-17T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T21:02:14.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling princess-y.</title><content type='html'>:D :D :D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 dudes drop me to tuition just now. Both of them came to fetch me back too. Definitely out of their way-one has a ManU match to catch and another is leaving to KL tomorrow morning. Yet they were so very kind, which was very unlike them. I'm so touched ok. :) Seriously, they went all the way upstairs to my sir's house to wait for me. Where got such guys now you tell me. Wait for me with an umbrella cause it was raining some more. They are rarity already but too bad lar, both taken. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like a princess, no? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I finally found Prozac Nation. Some more I buta-buta get 20% off. (thanks to ze Borders guy! xD i doubt you know who I am but thanks laaa. :)) Am I lucky or what. :p Its actually fun when you get to know people working in Borders. After all, I frequent there. Wait, that didn't sound right. I go there everyday, yeah. That's more like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling damn hyper today. No tuition until Warren comes back from KL but lots of homework though. Oh well, can't complain since I wanted it (tuition) myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole Scherzinger ft Will.I.Am's Baby Love is so so nice. Heard it on Fly fm just now and I got hooked onto it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday with Adelyn.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (hopefully)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday with Ames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I am dota-ing tomorrow. (no, I'm not addicted to it ok!!) I just learned and its nice when people give face and don't pawned you. xD and CS too. Oh gosh, don't go KL la Warren!!!!Peter Ong and Warren can be nice to me during dota but the other.... Hmm, don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, see how things go tomorrow. After all, Peter Ong has his off day tomorrow! xD When his girlfriend is busy working. Sigh. Probably visiting again I'd say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to sleep. I'll do the tag soon, Mich darling. Couldn't find a proper B&amp;amp;W picture of myself. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;**edited**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys went dota without me la. Babiness. More like they went with a bunch of jakuunish people. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rotted at home. I miss Warren, my driver already. har har.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;**edited**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606943909516705686-338480010534520173?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/338480010534520173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=338480010534520173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/338480010534520173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/338480010534520173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2007/12/feeling-princess-y.html' title='Feeling princess-y.'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-5091573864724118197</id><published>2007-12-15T17:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T17:23:33.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day off from Queens.</title><content type='html'>Have been going to Queens from Monday to Friday and today, Saturday, I'm stuck at home completing my homework. I have tuition tomorrow night lar. Parents are out at Queens, I think. I don't know, didn't bother to call. I woke up seeing cash on the table and nobody else. So yeah. If they are not at Queens, they are probably out somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And later, I don't feel like going for the campfire at Frees. Lazy. What more with my unfinished work. Cannot la, if I go I'll feel damn guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I'm half rotting now. 2 more questions which is about an hour and a half more till I can rot entirely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week's routine would be different. Warren will be down at KL for some interview thingy majig, Peter (har har!) starts working 10 hours (started today actually) and the other 2's job remains the same. Ames will be at camp for 3 days some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh, I'm gonna rot like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho hum. I wonder when will our hiking plan work out. Seems impossible with everyone buzzing like a busy bee. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'll be leaving in exactly 2 weeks time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Meh, I'm gonna miss supper, and all of them. :) Although they tease me a bit too much sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AM&lt;/span&gt; actually leaving. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, procrastinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit. Shit. Shit.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Get back to work, Ryn!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606943909516705686-5091573864724118197?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/5091573864724118197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=5091573864724118197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/5091573864724118197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/5091573864724118197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2007/12/day-off-from-queens.html' title='A day off from Queens.'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-5141972563284105017</id><published>2007-12-13T07:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T09:35:14.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lifeless.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;**edited**&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Infinity now after dim sum. Champion la no life until like that. Ames faster come back and bring me out. I'm about to die hanging out with the same people here. And the guys are super &lt;strong&gt;CHILDISH&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;*coughs*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored. Jia Li is bored too. Infinity is so cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I uh, watching movie later. Yay!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dim sum was fun. Like old people like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;**edited**&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, really. Or almost lar. Mixing with the same people, at the same place-Queens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out from 9.30am last night, got back around 1am. Now, going out soon for yum cha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dim sum, yummers! :D It has been a long long time since I had dim sum with the family, what more this is the first time with friends. Haha, I know, like jakuun. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta run. Driver's downstairs. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606943909516705686-5141972563284105017?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/5141972563284105017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=5141972563284105017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/5141972563284105017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/5141972563284105017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2007/12/lifeless.html' title='Lifeless.'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-3343287549014945771</id><published>2007-12-12T09:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T09:17:33.425+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuition...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;After SPM.&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karyn is champion la. Tuition after SPM. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Champion&lt;/span&gt;. :D Waiting for Warren to pick me up in about half and hours time. And I'm kinda happy I'm actually attending tuition... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;after SPM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, I won't have a chance anymore next time and this is one way of killing time. 2 and a half hours for I don't know how much. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I feel a surge of nostalgia and agreed on having tuition without a second thought. Not that I mind waking up at such ungodly (read : 8.00 am) hours, but the whole process of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;going to tuition.&lt;/span&gt; Not getting enough sleep, feeling lazy etc. Yeah, that. Wait, that's supposed to be the fun of it! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, 6 hours of sleep is sufficient for 2 and a half hours of tuition, right? :p Hopefully tuition won't drain the wee bit of energy left in me lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, i had supper nearly every night after I'm back from KL. Which is not a good sign. LOL. I had lok-lok last night. I can't quite remember the last time I had it cause mommy doesn't let. Dirty wor. Oh well, couldn't be bothered when you have kick ass company. :) (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have to puji, if not no need to go home lar!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wokay, 15 more minutes left. Gotta go get ready. See yas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Champion, I went Borders 4 times yesterday and I practically know most of the workers there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T____________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a sign of no life-ness.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Cham.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606943909516705686-3343287549014945771?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/3343287549014945771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=3343287549014945771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/3343287549014945771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/3343287549014945771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2007/12/tuition.html' title='Tuition...'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-9143874602656941495</id><published>2007-12-11T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T14:51:58.709+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I cooked.</title><content type='html'>:D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After such a long time. The last time was uh, was, I can't even remember. My skill haven't deteriorate though. Considering the insufficient ingredients, my food was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ok-lah&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passable. Edible. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wheee. Cooking is fun. Now I can start cooking all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now do not underestimate the small one here. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606943909516705686-9143874602656941495?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/9143874602656941495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=9143874602656941495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/9143874602656941495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/9143874602656941495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-cooked.html' title='I cooked.'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-5953997964685238868</id><published>2007-12-11T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T03:24:07.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Limits.</title><content type='html'>What do I know of it? Why did I let&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; it&lt;/span&gt; happen. Limits, so much so for saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. I could do with a tight slap right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck. This is worse than I thought. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If only there is a backspace button in life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;**edited**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't have any idea what I'm talking about, please don't bother asking. After all, this is MY blog and I'm allowed to write anything I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep. I stoned watching series. I feel bad. I need a booze. I need to go out tomorrow. Get more books. Get more caffeine. Things will be better... somehow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/5606943909516705686-5953997964685238868?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/5953997964685238868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=5953997964685238868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/5953997964685238868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/5953997964685238868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2007/12/limits.html' title='Limits.'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-8933633501220515627</id><published>2007-12-08T03:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T03:54:14.931+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dum de dum.</title><content type='html'>I nearly got banged by a car just now after mamak. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Har har&lt;/span&gt;. No joke. Champion okay. I was looking at my phone instead of the road. Seriously, if I wasn't pulled back.... I dare not imagine. Ho hum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same ol' same ol'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CANNOT SLEEP&lt;/span&gt;. Grrrhhhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606943909516705686-8933633501220515627?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/8933633501220515627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=8933633501220515627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/8933633501220515627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/8933633501220515627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2007/12/dum-de-dum.html' title='Dum de dum.'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-8137678826763732371</id><published>2007-12-07T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T01:55:35.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless night.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Another one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I couldn't sleep. I was up till 8 am watching Romantic Princess. And I woke up at 10.30 am after that. I tried going back to sleep, which worked; because I was too lazy to get up for lunch. Hence waking up at 4.30 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, my sleeping time is getting haywire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffee's fault? Doubt it. I never had problems sleeping after taking coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My biological clock is killing me too. I'm waking up before 11 am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everyday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;after SPM&lt;/span&gt;. It would be a miracle for me to get up so early during the weekends &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;before SPM&lt;/span&gt;. I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always always&lt;/span&gt; sleep past noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to sleep. I wanna go out tomorrow. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606943909516705686-8137678826763732371?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/8137678826763732371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=8137678826763732371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/8137678826763732371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/8137678826763732371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2007/12/sleepless-night.html' title='Sleepless night.'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-1332851767267237361</id><published>2007-12-06T03:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T04:21:32.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven.</title><content type='html'>Tagged by ames and ting ting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Seven things to be done before my death:&lt;br /&gt;- Get rich.&lt;br /&gt;- Get married.&lt;br /&gt;- Have a collection of designer bags. (yes I'm dreaming, cannot is it!)&lt;br /&gt;- Get more piercings.&lt;br /&gt;- Not be so dumb.&lt;br /&gt;- Be good.&lt;br /&gt;- Get a tattoo. (most probably lar. hah.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things I will not do even if it kills me:&lt;br /&gt;- Join fear factor kinda stuff.&lt;br /&gt;- Get close with any sort of cold blooded animals.&lt;br /&gt;- Search for ghost.&lt;br /&gt;- Shave bald. :p&lt;br /&gt;- Re-sit for SPM.&lt;br /&gt;- I don't know already lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things I do when I'm away from public:&lt;br /&gt;- Sleep&lt;br /&gt;- Poop&lt;br /&gt;- Bathe&lt;br /&gt;- Pee&lt;br /&gt;- Obsess with myself&lt;br /&gt;- Vain&lt;br /&gt;- Dig my nose? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven favourite sentences/quotes/expressions:&lt;br /&gt;- Dum de dum.&lt;br /&gt;- Uh oh.&lt;br /&gt;- Yep.&lt;br /&gt;- Dash-underscore-dash.&lt;br /&gt;- Go die.&lt;br /&gt;- You stupid.&lt;br /&gt;- You very tall is it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven songs:&lt;br /&gt;-Bu Xiang Dong De&lt;br /&gt;- Wo Bu Pei&lt;br /&gt;- Ruang Rindu&lt;br /&gt;- Yue Ya Wan&lt;br /&gt;- Perhaps Love&lt;br /&gt;- Si Ben Dao Yue Qiu&lt;br /&gt;- Tu Amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things I'll make you wish you didn't do if you did:&lt;br /&gt;- Have a rebound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven people to tag:&lt;br /&gt;- Anyone that wanna do this tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy smokes. Its 4 am and I couldn't sleep. Probably thanks to the Iced Caramel Macchiato I had after dinner just now. Great, now I sudah dijangkiti ames punya penyakit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go out tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wokay, back to watching Romantic Princess. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I CANNOT SLEEP LA WOI!!! HOW???????!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606943909516705686-1332851767267237361?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/1332851767267237361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=1332851767267237361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/1332851767267237361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/1332851767267237361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2007/12/seven.html' title='Seven.'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-4449336706770253403</id><published>2007-12-05T10:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T21:25:04.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BACK!</title><content type='html'>Back at 10 last night. Supper at 11. Home at almost 1. Died after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KL was fun. I shopped a lot. A bit regret for not getting some things. I think I bought almost everything I wanted. :) That also means I'm broke. I came back with 15 bucks. There.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Total damage done: 12 tops, 3 shorts, 1 skirt, 1 jeans, 1 bag, 1 purse, 1 pair of shoes, 1 pair of heels, M&amp;amp;S shower gel, perfume, make up, under garments, kawan's presents, necklace and donuts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, thats all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, wait. I didn't get myself a boyfriend lar. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ames can't stop liking cab drivers. Ee yer. And we both love that cute golden retriever puppy at Mid Valley's Pet Wonderland. So adorable. And my 1U guy that hugged a girl, Mei's very cool guy in front of Cititel and another, my Roxy super gaya-ness guy.  XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met up with Adelyn when I was at klcc. Nice catching up lar. Now get your butt back here love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wokay, gonna go sort things out. I wanna dye my hair. And sleeping after supper is gonna make me fat. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok damn random. Toodles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606943909516705686-4449336706770253403?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/4449336706770253403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=4449336706770253403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/4449336706770253403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/4449336706770253403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2007/12/back.html' title='BACK!'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-1541957099078173462</id><published>2007-12-01T08:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T08:54:12.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paranoid.</title><content type='html'>Oh so it has finally sink it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today. When I'm leaving for my jolly happy trip. Mm hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;happy birthday big sister Wei Fen!&lt;/span&gt; It has been a good 5 years that we got to know each other. How time flies eh? Remember the time we would hog on the phone for hours? The times when I was still a kid and you, all grown up giving me advise on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stuff&lt;/span&gt;. :p I think you are one of the very few seniors that I'm close to now. If not I won't be calling you BIG SISTER right? Although you are still that small in size. tee hee. Have a great one! And take care ok? Don't party too much. I will see you soon. Love ya! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606943909516705686-1541957099078173462?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/1541957099078173462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=1541957099078173462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/1541957099078173462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/1541957099078173462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2007/12/paranoid.html' title='Paranoid.'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-1898078203971226301</id><published>2007-12-01T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T00:51:08.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving in 10 and a half hours.</title><content type='html'>And some people decided to make me feel so so guilty because I wanted more money from my dad. Made me realized that I'm spoilt rotten. Like really really spoilt because I get things I want by just asking. I mean, of course my friends lecture me from time to time but couldn't help it la. I do listen to them, I already cut down on impulse buys, I can't possibly cut down shopping on necessities now, can I? Some more this time, its shopping after SPM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUST BUY! Lol. How can I possible not? Hahahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No la, not at this time to lecture me. I'm about to spend so much on everything and anything i could and I'm told about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hard earned money&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh. This is bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Champion la, hog on the phone so long now only wanna pack my stuff. And &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ames&lt;/span&gt; just asked me what to bring. That one lagi champion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is gonna be a girly bonding, impulse shopping trip for us. We deserve it, no? &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(I admit I don't la cause I didn't study hard enough but its over mar, couldn't be bothered. :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Its December!&lt;/span&gt; let's all enjoy this jolly happy festive season!! :) Sad to say, I have no plans whatsoever for christmas eve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606943909516705686-1898078203971226301?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/1898078203971226301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=1898078203971226301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/1898078203971226301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/1898078203971226301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2007/12/leaving-in-10-and-half-hours.html' title='Leaving in 10 and a half hours.'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-874861739680377738</id><published>2007-11-29T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T00:17:50.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enchanted.</title><content type='html'>Enchanted is a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MUST MUST MUST&lt;/span&gt; watch okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minus the good looking Patrick Dempsey which is to drool over, the movie albeit very fairytale-ish which won't come true, the storyline is just perfect la!! Like how they blend cartoon and reality so well together. Even the animals are so adorable-Pip the chipmunk. :D Even guys said it was a nice movie, better than Beowulf! Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, now it would be nice if such a fairytale befall on me. Which means, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;keep on dreaming, Ryn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T______T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. Sweetness. Romantic Princess also so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T______T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna die of diabetes lar. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the super down side, I CAN'T BELIEVE I ACTUALLY LOST IN DAYTONA. LIKE ONE FREAKING ROUND BEHIND EVERYONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheesus, so freaking paise ok! And I got shoot kao kao. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean of course I cannot beat the guys lar but 1 freaking round behind them? My maruah gone kao kao lar. Now I swear I won't touch Dayotna for the longest time. Ohmycheesuscrust lar, one freaking round behind them, really champion lar. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Champion.&lt;/span&gt; Although the real champion was right beside me during the race. Ugh, the thought of it is so so pek chek. I can kill myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went out today after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;happy birthday Kuok Tjun.&lt;/span&gt; Doubt you read my blog but happy birthday anyway. :) You seriously need to stop tembak-ing me when there's opportunity lar. You are gonna khek me till I got heart attack one day if you don't stop. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KL in 2 more days yo! Can't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606943909516705686-874861739680377738?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/874861739680377738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=874861739680377738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/874861739680377738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/874861739680377738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2007/11/enchanted.html' title='Enchanted.'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-777440251541362676</id><published>2007-11-28T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T13:49:23.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm bored.</title><content type='html'>I couldn't sleep anymore so I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sekarang very very bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hogged on the phone with larling for almost an hour then had lunch. While waiting for ames to pick me up, here I am lor. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Bored la.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;bored&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;bored.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bored.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;bored. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'll be nice if I can drive &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NOW&lt;/span&gt;. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched The Kingdom. Very very nice lar. At least its ending was meaningful. heh. Anyone's up for the Bee Movie? Cause I bet the guys won't want and the girls, well the girls all dunno fly where already. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I can watch Romantic princess to kill time. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mehhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, Kem Syruz doesn't sound fun anymore. Not even with people I know around. That kem is right smack in the middle of no where la!!!!! HOW AM I GONNA SURVIVE???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_______T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning, we will go jogging and we'll march and activities include dumping you in the forest and expect you to find your own way out... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with a compass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO GONNA DIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ning&lt;/span&gt;, you up for this? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there isn't a bright side to this. Oh god, you love to torture me, don't you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606943909516705686-777440251541362676?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/777440251541362676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=777440251541362676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/777440251541362676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/777440251541362676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-bored.html' title='I&apos;m bored.'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-7867505007685595485</id><published>2007-11-26T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T21:28:25.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Over, over, over.</title><content type='html'>SPM is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;O-V-E-R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! Like&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; TOTALLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was good. Everything was good. From breaks in between the papers, to finishing the papers anticipating for the chief to say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'you may leave the hall now'&lt;/span&gt;; from coffee with the parents to shopping with mom at Queens in school uniform. And the very last minute pestering and going to Queens again for movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was super last minute and it took hell lots of pestering from Kuok Tjun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_____T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was damn bising I can't shop in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_____T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I get to know more Frees people and guess what? They were all not that bad after all. My misconception on them being cocky(which some are super duper ultra mega cocky) was not so true with this bunch la. I had fun, OK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of them decided to flatter me kao kao by saying I'm skinny. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*blush;grin*&lt;/span&gt; I'm skinny ok! And of course they were all being nice letting me win when I argued with them lar. Hahahahaha. Jia Li dropped me home after the horrible movie and her bf went dota with the gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh, NO LIFE! Like seriously, some rather NOT club and go Dota.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T________________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough bout that. Beowulf was crap. The creatures scare the shit out of me and I was shocked a couple of times which was very embarrassing. Besides, the ending was awfully pathetic. As expected la the hero died but the final touch was shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. And as if those creatures didn't scare me enough, when we walk out from the cinema, power failure outside pulak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wah, Adrian so nice lor. When we were at the basement car park to get the car-which was empty, he said&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 'eh, I heard this place is haunted wan.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#$%^&amp;amp;*@*!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can cekik till he die man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPM finally over, did I mention? LOL. Yes its over and done with. One whole month for me to slack and enjoy which I had started today. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total damage done today : 2 tops, a pair of shorts and 3 pairs of coloured contacts. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I left 8bucks in my wallet. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow getting my hair straighten. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, tired like crazy de. Should hit the hay soon. No nap at all today, champion lar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606943909516705686-7867505007685595485?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/7867505007685595485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=7867505007685595485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/7867505007685595485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/7867505007685595485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2007/11/over-over-over.html' title='Over, over, over.'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-37132422220915938</id><published>2007-11-26T00:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T00:16:32.128+08:00</updated><title type='text'>8 more hours.</title><content type='html'>Till my last paper starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what facts about Biology do I have in mind? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Nil&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Perfecto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting for my Biology paper in less than 8 hours and I know nuts about Bio. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Way to go, Ryn. Way to go. &lt;/span&gt;I'm gonna do so bad, I'll cough blood when I see my results. No joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, why do we have to take Bio lar. Huh? Huh? Huh? I'm not gonna become a doctor or something for I know I would probably be killing souls if I ever become one. So can I just skip tomorrow's paper? Please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goddamit, this is so not helping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Note to self: Of course this is not. YOU HAVEN'T BEEN STUDYING WHAT. HOW IS THIS GONNA HELP?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh right, I forgot. I slept Friday away, had lots of chitty chatty fun in the library on Saturday and I practically slept half my Sunday away and now, I'm going to get F9 for Biology. Of course I will, F9, Biology and I are really good friends. Like really really good friends since I never passed Bio in my entire form5. Pn Chang is gonna be so very sad. Oh wells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahai, I'm gonna do 1 set of objective paper, speed read through uh, menstruation, go to sleep, wake up, go to school, sit for test, died in paper 2, died again in paper 3 and hello holidays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die liao lar. Kill Mendel, kill whoever that came up with Biology. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SCREW!!&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/5606943909516705686-37132422220915938?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/37132422220915938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=37132422220915938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/37132422220915938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/37132422220915938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2007/11/8-more-hours_26.html' title='8 more hours.'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-5422737434011912501</id><published>2007-11-24T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T22:07:14.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Biology stinks.</title><content type='html'>Woke up at 9 to spend hours in the library laughing like jakuuns. Our supposedly STUDY BIOLOGY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were very random that is, talking about flowery language (read:vulgar) and then about CK underwear that cost RM137.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had kfc for lunch, stuffed ourselves silly with a variety bucket. Wait, I was the only one stuffed lar. Aimy and Jin still have space for other food. And that's because we had an extra large coleslaw. Jin dared me to finish it because my look already super cannot make it. And I always hated it when someone dare me to do stuff, more of teasing me to do it. So I forcefully stuff myself lar. Didn't finish it at last also. Sat pai lar. :p Thinking bout it now makes me wanna hurl. Bleh. I swear I won't touch it for a few weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ew coleslaw, ewwwwwwww!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I still can't believe I didn't study much today. Looks like my hope to get myself a credit for Bio is going down the drain already. Let's just hope I don't fail gila babi. I give up de lar, last paper de also. Its like, IM DONE WITH SPM LAR! Now I just can't wait to do all those stuff I've stated in the previous post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manicure, hair, shopping. Mmm, bliss. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are out dating lar, how old already. sheesh. I'm home alone, bored and lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, OUT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606943909516705686-5422737434011912501?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/5422737434011912501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=5422737434011912501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/5422737434011912501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/5422737434011912501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2007/11/biology-stinks.html' title='Biology stinks.'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-6819399933512326735</id><published>2007-11-23T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T19:20:24.304+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One more.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;1. BM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;2. English&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;3. History&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;4. Maths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;5. EST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;6. Add Maths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;7. Physics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;8. Chemistry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;9. Moral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; 10. Biology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho hum. 1 more freaking subject left. Then I'll be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FREE&lt;/span&gt;! woop-dee-doo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already have list of things to do like for one, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHOPPING&lt;/span&gt;! XD That can never be off my list. The last time I shopped was  at KL during the raya holidays. WHICH WAS WAY WAY BACK IN SEPTEMBER! I"M SO PROUD OF MYSELF THAT I DIDN'T SHOP FOR 2 WHOLE MONTHS! If you haven't know yet, I shop a lot&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; lar&lt;/span&gt;. I shop as if my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the greens&lt;/span&gt; fall from heaven like that, or that's how my dad claims it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_____T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh. Quite shy also lar but that's in my genes mar and I'm a girl, what to do. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm gonna get my hair straighten this Tuesday. Screw NS lar, I WILL BE STRAIGHTENING MY HAIR. WHEEEEE! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some more right right, my mom is bringing me for manicure session which I don't know when. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some more some more I'm going down to KL for shopping ohmigosh, so so so many things to get lar. I will revamp my wardrobe... I think. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that my last paper is on the 26th is getting me all hyped up. Remember 2 Sundays ago, I was at home, nervous like crazy NOT anticipating my first SPM paper but now, IT'S GONNA BE THE LAST ONE. Last one for me, at least, and last one too for all the Science students that are not from chinese school. Aimy, Jin, Karyn, Yuh Ting... harhar, GOT ACCOUNTS SOME MORE! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I'm gonna catch up with lots of stuff before I head off for NS lor. Sigh, damn annoying lar. Kacau my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;happy happy joy joy&lt;/span&gt; holiday only. sheeesh. I'm gonna catch up with all my friends, BIG SISTER especially, coop up at home a few days watching series and reading storybook. Ohmigosh, so fun so fun! Some more I can diss people kao kao on my blog then nobody is gonna emo with nobody in school cause I won't be going anymore. HAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so cannot wait. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the mean time, let me dwell on Biology. Sigh. Before I know it, it'll be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I just stumble upon a shopping site asos.com. The things are very $$$$$ lar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T_________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is by far the longest minus the dissing people ones. tee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the down side, A1 for Add Maths bye bye lar. Paper 2 is a piece of shit lar and I heard that paper leaked yadda yadda. Sigh. A1 no more. The one I'm quite sure of getting &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;N-O M-O-R-E&lt;/span&gt;! Sigh. Now left with 2As. SO BLOODY MISERABLE CAN DIE DOT COM. I just realize I'm so dumb. Now they can laugh at my face straight. I need to dig a hole to hide my face when March is around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T____________T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, really wan. I can't ace any other subjects anymore. Unlike cough certain people cough, got boyfriend help de so bloody stuck up walk pass me as if I'm made up of thin air like that. Then the other one is sucking up to them as if they are some goddess. tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or am I just too dumb for them? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heehee. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606943909516705686-6819399933512326735?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/6819399933512326735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=6819399933512326735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/6819399933512326735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/6819399933512326735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2007/11/1.html' title='One more.'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-3337190269905443026</id><published>2007-11-18T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T21:50:58.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SICK-part II.</title><content type='html'>The war is about to begin and I'm sick like dunno what. Really like dunno what only. Went to the doctor last night; but a different one. The one I normally go to is not open so no choice la. Went to some cheaplak wan. 5 different type of tablets. Fine. Down em all, the next morning feeling wonky. -_- Down em again in the morning after breakfast and konked off till lunch. Woke up, as wonky as ever. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the clicnic after lunch. Got myself 1 cough mixture, (which taste so so so bad) 5 different types of tablets and lozenges. Came home, took the medicine and konked off again. Before I went to sleep right, I felt as though I'm on ecstasy like that. I walk also steam steam wan. Really bo lat wan. My legs were wobbly like jelly! -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I practically slept through the day. So much so for I'll study Chemistry. Roar. I can still continue sleeping if I want cause my head is still damn heavy. Drug overdose de lar I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, My Sunday 'well' spent ok!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad is so so 'nice' he bought Big Mac and ask me if I want some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom went shopping too. She wanted to bring me along cause she thought vitamin S (vitamin shopping lar) is gonna help me but I can't even crawl out from bed how to go! But she was nice to get me cream puffs unlike my dad lor. Big Mac I cannot eat lar!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents a bit off also wan right? Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall shower and start studying something lar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606943909516705686-3337190269905443026?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/3337190269905443026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=3337190269905443026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/3337190269905443026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/3337190269905443026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2007/11/sick-part-ii.html' title='SICK-part II.'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-7164423050347457745</id><published>2007-11-17T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T10:38:41.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SICK.</title><content type='html'>Pray that my flu, fever, cough, head and body aches go away before Tuesday. I'm feeling so wonky now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blehhhhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606943909516705686-7164423050347457745?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/7164423050347457745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=7164423050347457745&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/7164423050347457745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/7164423050347457745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2007/11/sick.html' title='SICK.'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-5712200673477453200</id><published>2007-11-17T10:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T10:35:03.794+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NS doesn't stink.</title><content type='html'>For &lt;a href="http://ning235.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ning&lt;/a&gt; and I would be in the same camp!!!! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tahniah, anda telah terpilih untuk mengikuti Program Latihan Khidmat Negara Siri 5/2008.&lt;br /&gt;                      &lt;table border="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                           &lt;td valign="top" width="100"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No KP&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90081307****                           &lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;        &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;                           &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                             &lt;td bgcolor="#666666" height="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.khidmatnegara.gov.my/images/spacer.gif" height="1" width="1" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;/tr&gt;                         &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                      &lt;br /&gt;                      &lt;table border="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                           &lt;td valign="top" width="100"&gt;Nama&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;td&gt;KARYN KHOR WEI-LIN                           &lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;        &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;                           &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                             &lt;td bgcolor="#666666" height="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.khidmatnegara.gov.my/images/spacer.gif" height="1" width="1" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;/tr&gt;                         &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                      &lt;br /&gt;                      &lt;table border="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                           &lt;td valign="top" width="100"&gt;Nama Kem&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;td&gt;KEM SYRUZ, BUKIT MERTAJAM                           &lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;        &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;                           &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                             &lt;td bgcolor="#666666" height="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.khidmatnegara.gov.my/images/spacer.gif" height="1" width="1" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;/tr&gt;                         &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                      &lt;br /&gt;                      &lt;table border="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                           &lt;td valign="top" width="100"&gt;Alamat Kem&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;td&gt;NO 14020&lt;br /&gt;MACHANG BUBUK&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;14000&lt;br /&gt;BUKIT MERTAJAM&lt;br /&gt;PULAU PINANG                           &lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;        &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;                           &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                             &lt;td bgcolor="#666666" height="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.khidmatnegara.gov.my/images/spacer.gif" height="1" width="1" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;/tr&gt;                         &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                      &lt;br /&gt;                      &lt;table border="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                           &lt;td valign="top" width="100"&gt;Pusat Berkumpul&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;td&gt;PENANG INTERNATIONAL SPORT ARENA, BUKIT JAMBUL (PISA)                           &lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;        &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;                           &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                             &lt;td bgcolor="#666666" height="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.khidmatnegara.gov.my/images/spacer.gif" height="1" width="1" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;/tr&gt;                         &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                      &lt;br /&gt;                      &lt;table border="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                           &lt;td valign="top" width="100"&gt;Kumpulan&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;td&gt;1                           &lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;        &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;                           &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                             &lt;td bgcolor="#666666" height="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.khidmatnegara.gov.my/images/spacer.gif" height="1" width="1" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;/tr&gt;                         &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                      &lt;br /&gt;                      &lt;table border="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                           &lt;td valign="top" width="100"&gt;Tarikh Daftar&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;td&gt;30/12/2007                           &lt;/td&gt;                         &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;        &lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;                           &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;                             &lt;td bgcolor="#666666" height="1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.khidmatnegara.gov.my/images/spacer.gif" height="1" width="1" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;/tr&gt;                         &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                      &lt;br /&gt;                                                 &lt;table style="width: 677px; height: 24px;" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" width="100"&gt;Masa Daftar&lt;/td&gt;                           &lt;td&gt;9.30 Pagi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606943909516705686-5712200673477453200?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/5712200673477453200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=5712200673477453200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/5712200673477453200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/5712200673477453200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2007/11/ns-doesnt-stink.html' title='NS doesn&apos;t stink.'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-7359386602447323301</id><published>2007-11-16T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T19:50:47.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Give it up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"shit happens, life goes on."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not the first time, and I bet I can deal with it just fine. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606943909516705686-7359386602447323301?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/7359386602447323301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=7359386602447323301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/7359386602447323301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/7359386602447323301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2007/11/give-it-up.html' title='Give it up.'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-650497493581293874</id><published>2007-11-14T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T20:09:07.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 to go.</title><content type='html'>Sejarah&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BM &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;half-died. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a-okay&lt;/span&gt; but Cambridge level cannot get A de. Language super not flowery enough. Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths is still&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; the best&lt;/span&gt; but... SO MANY &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SILLY&lt;/span&gt; MISTAKES! T______T &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*pukes blood die*&lt;/span&gt; I so can kill myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, that's all so far. Give me a week more, Imma diss people kao kao! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the people in Starbucks are super nice ok! My parents went for coffee just now and my mom bump into Eric (asst manager), my mom told him &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'my daughter was the one that lost her iPod here'.&lt;/span&gt; He said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'should tell me earlier, everything would be on me!' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;har har. Not bad, eh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606943909516705686-650497493581293874?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/650497493581293874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=650497493581293874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/650497493581293874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/650497493581293874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2007/11/6-to-go.html' title='6 to go.'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-8094718766259696473</id><published>2007-11-13T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T00:50:21.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sejarah not my thing.</title><content type='html'>It never was and never will be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;I'm giving up and hitting the bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I know, its SPM, the last time you'll be sitting for this Sejarah exam yadda yadda but harlooo, I'm sick(flu, cough and duckie voice ;p) so let me be! I give up, my problem lar. As long as there is no &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F9&lt;/span&gt;, I'd so damn contented. har har!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, let's just hope English doesn't kill me. I'm having a bad feeling about it. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 down, 9 to go!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Good luck, horses!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606943909516705686-8094718766259696473?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/8094718766259696473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=8094718766259696473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/8094718766259696473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/8094718766259696473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2007/11/sejarah-not-my-thing.html' title='Sejarah not my thing.'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-4383655926453021074</id><published>2007-11-11T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T01:02:51.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heck.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SPM IS TOMORROW WOI!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, CAN DIE PANICKING ALREADY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;People, I need luck!!!!!!!!! :S&lt;/span&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/5606943909516705686-4383655926453021074?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/4383655926453021074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=4383655926453021074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/4383655926453021074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/4383655926453021074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2007/11/heck.html' title='Heck.'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-2706036312986807397</id><published>2007-11-09T20:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T21:17:02.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear iPod...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;disclaimer&lt;/span&gt; : contain lots of profanities below. If you are holy, please don't read this post because I don't wanna contaminate you holy people la. I will feel very guilty wan, so be good, listen to me k? Cheerios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOST IT! I left it at Starbucks yesterday and when I realized that the iPod wasn't with me I was already in the library. To console myself, I told myself that i MIGHT left it at home, but the fact that I didn't open that bag when I was home... Hmmm. A bit worried but I made it through in the library studying and having fun. When clock strike 5.45pm, we decided to leave the library. And since ames was fetching me home, I asked her to drop by e-gate so that we can ASK if the staff in Starbucks saw my iPod and have dinner before dropping me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starbucks it was after ames get her car wash. And the conversation pissed me off so damn bad. eff.&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;ryn&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;ames&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;the staff in starbucks&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;hi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;uh hi, did you guys saw an iPod nano...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;yeah, it has a black cover wan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;oh yeah, we did but.. a lady in her mid twenties wearing specs claim it this morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*WTF* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;uh, you sure?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;yeah, the one that size about this big, has a black leather cover and its white right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;um, yeah. its silver actually but never mind that. you mean someone took it already?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*rushes off to start calling*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;yeah. i'm sorry we can't do anything at the moment but can you leave your name and number for us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;oh ok. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*scribble down phone no and name on the piece of paper*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*look at ames -_-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heard a bit of gossiping among the staff and we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMGWTF LA!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T LET ME FIND OUT WHO SHE IS OK! I JUST HOPE THAT MY IPOD WILL CRASH ON HER OR MAYBE SHE WILL DIE IN A HORRIBLE CAR CRASH. WTF LA NO MONEY DON'T ACT LIKE DAMN RICH CLAIM OTHER PEOPLE'S STUFF AND ACT LIKE IT BELONGS TO YOU LOR. BEEEETCH. I GOT THAT IPOD FOR LESS THAN 4 MONTHS ONLY LA AND ITS MY EFFING NIRTHDAY PRESENT LA! I DAMN SIM THIA NOW OK AFTER THE DAMN FEELING FINALLY SETS IN. MCH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGHHHHHHHHHHH. GOD, WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME? SPM IN 3 DAYS THEN I LOST MY PRECIOUS? YOU SERIOUSLY THINK I WILL SUAK SUAK KI WITH EVERYTHING WAN IS IT? WHY ARE YOU PLAYING ALL THIS PRANKS ON ME? ONE AFTER ANOTHER, DAMN FUN MEH? ITS TORMENTING LEH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGHHH. PISSED OFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I've lost it. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606943909516705686-2706036312986807397?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/2706036312986807397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=2706036312986807397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/2706036312986807397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/2706036312986807397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2007/11/dear-ipod_09.html' title='Dear iPod...'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-6423201121514307758</id><published>2007-11-08T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:04:23.525+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unproductive.</title><content type='html'>Har har. It was, wasn't it ames? Thanks to me, half the time distracting you from your Sejarah. Sorry la, the thought that the 4 of us going down to KL is just so happifying! The thought that we would do so much shopping and eating and gossiping. Bliss ok? Now its pre-SPM stress. Next up, post-SPM fun! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before fun begins, lemme tell you something. I'M SO DEAD FOR SPM. Like literally. Maybe except Maths and Add Maths. The rest all &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kantoi&lt;/span&gt;. Sejarah is first to begin with. Ya allah please help me I don't wanna get a 9. :( If not damn memalukan la since Karyn memorized everything about Sejarah already. Shy wan ok!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canceled Add Maths tuition today, was a tad lazy. Now thats a vary rare sight. Will probably have a hardcore session next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing big girls stuff-studying in the library. That's the thing I thought I need not experience, yet I'm doing it now. Going there in the morning, study, joke around, study, stone a bit and then its dinner time with a bunch of people. Never have I thought it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my time&lt;/span&gt;. Now what? 3 days? How time flies. 11 years of schooling and in another 2 weeks time, I'll be free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then its KL!!!! xD Aimy just had to get me all excited. Grrhh. I'm coming for you my dear Lacoste shoe and Lesport sac bag. Wheeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/RzMDl5TwK-I/AAAAAAAAAQM/UORFH3dAvUI/s1600-h/PICT0055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/RzMDl5TwK-I/AAAAAAAAAQM/UORFH3dAvUI/s320/PICT0055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130448350078839778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the tall one and the small one. the car, har har har!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606943909516705686-6423201121514307758?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/6423201121514307758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=6423201121514307758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/6423201121514307758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/6423201121514307758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2007/11/unproductive.html' title='Unproductive.'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/RzMDl5TwK-I/AAAAAAAAAQM/UORFH3dAvUI/s72-c/PICT0055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-1422919415603544292</id><published>2007-11-05T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T10:31:23.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A week.</title><content type='html'>How come I have this feeling that my patience is running out?? If so, my mom has gotta be careful. Throwing her tantrums at me&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; a week before SPM&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMFG NOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just hope I don't blow up, yeah? If I do, she is so dead, won't she?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606943909516705686-1422919415603544292?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/1422919415603544292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=1422919415603544292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/1422919415603544292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/1422919415603544292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2007/11/week.html' title='A week.'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-3900104477252607148</id><published>2007-11-03T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T22:49:42.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why make me cry?</title><content type='html'>Ning's post, Ngiap Li's letter, Janice's poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Why am I blessed with people like you girls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there were reasons why I would wanna go back to high school, it would be for you three. The times we spent together, the things we would do. The smarty pants Janke, The goody-two-shoes Ngiap Li and The evil and mean bitch Ning that has a soft spot for me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ning is the one that let me manja my way to get things done. She is the only one that can stand my I-want-this-and-I-want-this-now attitude. She force fed me with char koay teow huan cheo cheh and I forced her to be with Jon. She is the lousiest money controller for she would let me spend more that I intend to yet she is still the best person to go shopping with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngiap Li, the one that i sought comfort from, the one that is so frank her words hits hard on me. She's there to give me my reality check. She is there to give and listen. She is the best tuition companion I could ever ask for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janke, the one that I would walk to 5 Bestari for newspapers in the morning, the one that would read the newspaper with me from the back to the front in junior lab B-our form4 classroom, the one that would always tease me and tell me she hates me yet she is probably the one that loves me most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The threes that I cherish, the threes that I would do anything to have them in the same class with me again, the threes that I have learned to love through the years, the threes that love's so true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trios, they will always have a place in my heart. I love you girls. :) There's so much about you girls for me to write about, but you know words are not enough to describe our blissful friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I'll miss the days as years go by,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I'll miss the times we used to cry,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;And the laughters,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;That brings tears to my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I'll miss the fun we had in spring, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I'll miss the colours that autumn brings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I'll miss the times we used to sing, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;I'll miss the love that friends can bring,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;The time to part will come very soon,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;But lets let our friendship go beyond the moon,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;You gave me something that's so true,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;No doubt about it, I'll miss you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jan's)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;We laughed until we had to cry, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;We hugged until our final goodbye,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;We were the best we'll ever be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Call my number, you'll always have me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ning's)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Ngiap's, its for me and only me to know. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606943909516705686-3900104477252607148?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/3900104477252607148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=3900104477252607148&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/3900104477252607148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/3900104477252607148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2007/11/why-make-me-cry.html' title='Why make me cry?'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-2331050287410116016</id><published>2007-11-02T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:04:24.834+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It was MY turn.</title><content type='html'>So I cried. Nothing big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's funny how I thought the teachers that I'm close to would make me cry and the teachers that I couldn't care less wouldn't. I was wrong. I am so sure I was wrong. Of all people, Pn Salmah and Pn Hafizah made me cry. Harro??? The two's subjects that I HATE! One after another. The two's lessons, that's when I would start my day-dreaming sessions! Harro? Them? But it was all good except for uh, Pn Su force-hugged me. Maybe because I was crying that's why she hugged me to comfort me mar. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(keep consoling yourself that, Ryn. keep consoling yourself) &lt;/span&gt;I hugged most the teachers, Pn Gan, Pn Chang, Pn Salmah, (DUH! she was the first one!) Pn Sarimah, Pn Hafizah,(that made me cry again when I was about to stop) Ms Ho, Ms Chow and Pn Tan etc. Holy smokes, Pn Tan cried ok. :( I mean Pn Tan is the very cool one, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you'll feel very distant with her &lt;/span&gt;that type of person&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; cried&lt;/span&gt;. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took lots of pictures, rushing each other to sign the year book etc. From the assembly area to our classroom, to the canteen and the staff room. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;The girl that everyone loves,&lt;/span&gt; Pn Tan told me when I ask her for a picture. I was flabbergasted. Me? The one that hardly pays any attention in class, the one that would eat candy, chocolates and any sort of tidbits in class (except Pn Salmah's cause she caught me once last year), the one that is always sleepy and occasionally sleeps in class, the one that can be so very annoying... ME? :( I didn't know she likes me that much, I thought well, I thought I was just the girl that she would call for when she needed her mic or whenever she needed someone's to help carry the long books down to the staff room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She definitely likes me more than I thought. And Pn Gan let me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sit on her lap&lt;/span&gt; whilst taking pictures. I remember when I was in Kindy, Ms Yeap let me sit on her lap too during story-telling sessions. Everytime! Good ol' times. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this day has finally arrived. The day we bid our goodbyes to the teachers. (No goodbye to friends la ok, how can! I'll keep in contact with them, promise!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*offers pinky finger*&lt;/span&gt;) The day I never dared to imagine, the day when I only longed for when shit happens. High school... What can I say about high school? Hmmm. I look forward to stepping my feet into high school when I was in primary, then when I'm in high school, I hated it so much I want to get out from it. And now that I'm out from it (24 more day la till I AM really out from it) I think I'm starting to miss it. I have to admit, I have a lot of fond memories in CGL. :) There are some shitty ones too but there must be, no? If not, how can high school be high school? ;) It is through those memories/experiences that makes me who I am today, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, getting very emo. Let's not get into the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FRIENDS&lt;/span&gt; part, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;YET&lt;/span&gt;! They make me emo, so very very emo. Janke's poem, Ngiap Li's letter. *tear tear* I might start tonight though. And post up lots and lots of pictures too. I have great friends, no joke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All ends well. Jia Li dropped me home after dropping Gla at her Gramma's, Zati and gang off to McDizzies, fetching Kuok Tjun and Adrian from some kopitiam and then drop Adrian home. Kuok Tjun damn cheeky can die dot com when I thought he was the super quite can die dot com type. Sheesh, should stop judging la, Ryn!  Ah, cuteness. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*shifty eyes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/RyrHLHZ3yCI/AAAAAAAAAPU/-LKnpxeq7l4/s1600-h/PICT0110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/RyrHLHZ3yCI/AAAAAAAAAPU/-LKnpxeq7l4/s320/PICT0110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128130119494780962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till I step into school next next Monday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606943909516705686-2331050287410116016?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/2331050287410116016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=2331050287410116016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/2331050287410116016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/2331050287410116016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2007/11/it-was-my-turn.html' title='It was MY turn.'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/RyrHLHZ3yCI/AAAAAAAAAPU/-LKnpxeq7l4/s72-c/PICT0110.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-7576030690028858616</id><published>2007-10-31T23:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T00:11:51.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get it off my chest.</title><content type='html'>Eh? Not so hard hor. I was so brave. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, screw this. SPM more important. Besides, I'm not suppose to create problems like certain coughpeoplecough. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more days till I officially graduate from HIGH SCHOOL. 2 more days till I finally step out of this almost run down building. 2 more days, till I let my tears well up in my eyes and trickle down my face. :( Know pun la my waterworks work damn efficiently wan. Today was my last day to suffer from that smelly longkang beside the senior labs and tomorrow, last Physics lesson with Ms Chow.  Wait, why am I getting so emo here? Hmmm. Sigh, how time flies. I'm already 17 but unfortunately, I am trapped in a body of a 12 year old. Double sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, is anyone up for studying with me next week? *puppy eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back my blue colour book. I gained 5kg since std 6. Not bad eh? And my height, very saddening, 10cm in 5 years. :( At least I'm 158cm now. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(with shoes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606943909516705686-7576030690028858616?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/7576030690028858616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=7576030690028858616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/7576030690028858616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/7576030690028858616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2007/10/get-it-off-my-chest.html' title='Get it off my chest.'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-7883877327350097668</id><published>2007-10-30T23:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T23:18:32.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn shy kao kao.</title><content type='html'>What is this la Yang Wei Jin. As if I haven't bother your mom enough. You want her to teach me Maths now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-___-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know whether I'm suppose to thank you or to hate you lorrrrrrrrrrr. You tell me what to do la. Definitely no love ok!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO LOVE LA, you hear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shy shy shy shy shy shy shy shy shy*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maths also need private tuition, I'm not like coughyouknowwhocough ok. DIE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606943909516705686-7883877327350097668?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/7883877327350097668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=7883877327350097668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/7883877327350097668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/7883877327350097668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2007/10/damn-shy-kao-kao.html' title='Damn shy kao kao.'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-4376699873215175463</id><published>2007-10-26T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T21:14:00.787+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lame-O.</title><content type='html'>You : I'm downloading the whole season of Scrubs 1 to 6. We'll watch after SPM. Now how much do you love me?&lt;br /&gt;Me : From 1 to 6. =D&lt;br /&gt;You : ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have just brought lameness to a whole new level. Sheesh. I'm supposed to be studying. =S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606943909516705686-4376699873215175463?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/4376699873215175463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=4376699873215175463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/4376699873215175463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/4376699873215175463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2007/10/lame-o.html' title='Lame-O.'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-7780533237488132662</id><published>2007-10-23T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T22:45:02.422+08:00</updated><title type='text'>好事不出门，恶事行千里.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;好事&lt;/span&gt;不出门，恶事行千里' is equivalent  to  'the good deed does not leave the gate, wicked matter goes great distance'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Champion!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terror ok, I still can remember &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHINESE &lt;/span&gt;proverb but the translation is a bit off though. You still get what I'm trying to say, don't you? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to relate the title to my post but it seems like it should be vice-verse as in '恶事不出门，&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;好事&lt;/span&gt;行千里'. After all, being in a relationship is something good. No? *smug*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coughs. So here goes. I'm just being the usual kaypo-self so don't be offended, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I heard about the hooking up. Aww, so shweet. Holding hands, skipping youth to study together, buying each other little gifts and bringing em' everywhere, a holy Christian being with a Buddhist because of true love and supposedly being together after SPM but brought forward to being together now and all that mumbo jumbo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hypocrite indeed, which suits you. It takes one to be in another one's shoe to understand them. I heard you told someone before (well something alike la), so should I be in your shoes to understand you? Should I understand why all of a sudden you decided to put God second? Should I understand you why you would stone all day during lessons? Should I understand you, dimwit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that bullocks, 'afraid of falling into temptations'. You once said temptations are everywhere for a young/underage couple. If you can't control your temptations then you might regret what you did. HAR HAR! You can't even control your own, now don't preach! Don't do it EVER again. Don't say stuff like 'he is a strong Christian, even if you like him, you wouldn't stand a chance.' or somethings that condemns other's religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's getting me all pissed here is not because you have a boyfriend, don't be silly to think that way. I'm not so free la. Boyfriends are useless anyway. LOL. Now thats being sour. LOL. My point is, I'm mad because you preach others and act all that holey and you don't follow what you preach. It's like a pastor asking his followers to not do drugs and he himself is doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GEDDIT???????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any of us bombard you with questions, don't answer cliche stuff like how am I suppose to control my feelings and all that jazz. But wait, you won't be seeing me so soon so you won't get it from me YET. Boy, you're lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for once, I think I(WE) cared to much. Yeah, realized its in past tense right? Cause we no longer do now. 'Prevention is better than cure', we told you a gazillion times but if you don't listen, there's nothing we can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and all your nonsense shall end here. After all, this post is to spice things up on my blog. It's so dull and at least I have substance here. Har!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 freaking adults decided to cut my queue today. WHAT WRONG WITH LINING UP WEI! YORRRRR. SUPER POTONG STEAM OK. (even though I dunno what's potong steam, I just think it sounds suitable here so yeah) POTONG STEAM GILER! grrrrrrrhhhhhhhh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606943909516705686-7780533237488132662?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/7780533237488132662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=7780533237488132662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/7780533237488132662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/7780533237488132662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title='好事不出门，恶事行千里.'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-200462715806571209</id><published>2007-10-18T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T00:24:02.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>26 more days.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OH.MY.GODDDDDDDDDDDD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freaking &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;26&lt;/span&gt; more days only ok what am i doing here. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to blog about la actually. Just setting a reminder to self (kononnya la, I'm here wasting time if not what. xD) and all the fifth formers that read my blog. harhar! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;26&lt;/span&gt; more days only. :D &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;26 26 26 26&lt;/span&gt;. Eh, why &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;26 &lt;/span&gt;la. Dammit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is so not happening at all. All I do is eat, sleep, shit. I tried nerding but it doesn't last long which is quite saddening since its only &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;26&lt;/span&gt; more days left. I'm quite scared already(then what am I doing here why do I contradict myself wan. sheesh.) cause most of my friends are stuffing their faces into the books which I'm not doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can so fail SPM already. Anyone wants to bring me out to study? Cause at home lots and lots of temptation la. Anyone??? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*puppy eyes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't wait to go to KL after SPM. That time would be the sales season which means SHOPPING! wheeee. Lots and lots of shopping. Sweet. The pair of shoes from Lacoste, the bag from lesportsac, clothes for my iPod and me too. MmmmMmmmm. And visiting the new mall. After all that would be getting my car license. har har! Wait, have to pass my undang first. xD Then get myself a car, second hand will do la. Then its hanging out with friends till NS. Boo hoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, needa stop. Have to study. Too early to dream de. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mummy and Michelle darling's birthday falls on the 26 too. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606943909516705686-200462715806571209?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/200462715806571209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=200462715806571209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/200462715806571209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/200462715806571209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2007/10/26-more-days.html' title='26 more days.'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-1703324199033432430</id><published>2007-10-10T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:04:28.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmmm...</title><content type='html'>I have a secret reader. :D Wheee. Jin has one too. I'm flattered. :D I bet Jin is too, Jin is probably delighted since he thinks SHE IS OH SO &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B-E-A-U-T-I-F-U-L AND SMART.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, beautiful..... NOT! My butt is beautiful-er la double-u-tee-eff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats the reason for being so quiet in class? Act innocent ya? I thought so too. Or probably afraid that Ngiap Li and I will start bombarding you again. Either one doesn't matter. :) I SO ROCK! I mean having someone to be afraid of you is kinda cool don't you think? Because to me, it has always been the other way round-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me afraid of others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought my blog is so boringly pink that no one will bother reading about the content but hey, I'm wrong. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oowiee, all the more reasons for me to diss people. Double yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EYE CANDY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/Rwz3Q0IfwjI/AAAAAAAAAPE/1XJ94IeYtaM/s1600-h/goong_sh01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/Rwz3Q0IfwjI/AAAAAAAAAPE/1XJ94IeYtaM/s320/goong_sh01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119738744657658418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/Rwz2EUIfwiI/AAAAAAAAAO8/Jpqcjc0TVWU/s1600-h/goong_sh02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/Rwz2EUIfwiI/AAAAAAAAAO8/Jpqcjc0TVWU/s320/goong_sh02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119737430397665826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/Rwz0pEIfwhI/AAAAAAAAAO0/bqnbjCvxsH4/s1600-h/goong_sh03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/Rwz0pEIfwhI/AAAAAAAAAO0/bqnbjCvxsH4/s320/goong_sh03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119735862734602770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/Rwz0XEIfwgI/AAAAAAAAAOs/TqAZFcqw0yE/s1600-h/goong_sh04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/Rwz0XEIfwgI/AAAAAAAAAOs/TqAZFcqw0yE/s320/goong_sh04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119735553496957442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/RwzzfEIfwfI/AAAAAAAAAOk/tKpF5wP0Qv0/s1600-h/goong_sh05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/RwzzfEIfwfI/AAAAAAAAAOk/tKpF5wP0Qv0/s320/goong_sh05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119734591424283122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/RwzzFkIfweI/AAAAAAAAAOc/6hZvGiLhmPo/s1600-h/goong_sh06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/RwzzFkIfweI/AAAAAAAAAOc/6hZvGiLhmPo/s320/goong_sh06.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119734153337618914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/Rwzy5kIfwdI/AAAAAAAAAOU/qvMbK10VNpo/s1600-h/goong_sh07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/Rwzy5kIfwdI/AAAAAAAAAOU/qvMbK10VNpo/s320/goong_sh07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119733947179188690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/RwzyiUIfwcI/AAAAAAAAAOM/5tNz3XC-6p0/s1600-h/goong_sh08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/RwzyiUIfwcI/AAAAAAAAAOM/5tNz3XC-6p0/s320/goong_sh08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119733547747230146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/RwzyPEIfwbI/AAAAAAAAAOE/23i4Dp-gG24/s1600-h/goong_sh09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/RwzyPEIfwbI/AAAAAAAAAOE/23i4Dp-gG24/s320/goong_sh09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119733217034748338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/Rwzx7UIfwaI/AAAAAAAAAN8/34M7l8SilSk/s1600-h/goong_sh10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/Rwzx7UIfwaI/AAAAAAAAAN8/34M7l8SilSk/s320/goong_sh10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119732877732331938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/RwzxgUIfwZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/B7gnodH4in0/s1600-h/goong_sh11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/RwzxgUIfwZI/AAAAAAAAAN0/B7gnodH4in0/s320/goong_sh11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119732413875863954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joo Ji Hoon. *squeals*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D :D :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606943909516705686-1703324199033432430?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/1703324199033432430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=1703324199033432430&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/1703324199033432430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/1703324199033432430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2007/10/mmmm.html' title='Mmmm...'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/Rwz3Q0IfwjI/AAAAAAAAAPE/1XJ94IeYtaM/s72-c/goong_sh01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-4106489886339522326</id><published>2007-10-10T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T00:26:17.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep early.</title><content type='html'>But... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOW?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dapho told me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'I look like I didn't sleep last night'&lt;/span&gt; during Moral just now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aduh, are those eye bags really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; bad. :S&lt;br /&gt;Ok can cry already.&lt;br /&gt;........ REALLY BAD EYE BAGS. *cries*&lt;br /&gt;How to get it off ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I failed subjects that I predicted I will fail.&lt;br /&gt;I think I can be a fortune teller, how's that? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dapho, I watched the hair flip video clip. harhar! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Happiness is just a hair-flip away!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Now wouldn't it be nice if you, Ning and I are in the same class. I bet we rock! And we will annoy every single soul in class. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;10.10 is a very familiar date. anyone's birthday ah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606943909516705686-4106489886339522326?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/4106489886339522326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=4106489886339522326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/4106489886339522326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/4106489886339522326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2007/10/sleep-early.html' title='Sleep early.'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-6609673681835800496</id><published>2007-10-08T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T21:53:36.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disappointed.</title><content type='html'>A little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fine, I lied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ok fine, I lied again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;VERY DISAPPOINTED&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Add Maths paper 2.&lt;/span&gt; Screwed up piece of shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did worse than mid term. Triple the amount of time and effort put into it, I did worse than mid term. Sometimes, I can't believe I'm this smart. The disappointment, the dissatisfaction, the bitterness, the(put in whatever adjectives similar) is getting me. Before this feeling sunk in, nobody is gonna tell me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I did fairly well&lt;/span&gt; before I snap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was quite contented when I got back my paper 1 marks. Its like what Aimy said, your effort will be paid off. Was about to believe in it and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ta-daaa&lt;/span&gt;, my paper 2 decided to kill me just like how my BM paper 1 did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I AM SO ANGRY WITH MYSELF OK!&lt;/span&gt; Its not like I've never experience that before, but just this time, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;its different. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people might say for my standard, its good enough. I probably got the highest in class. In fact, I probably beat a couple of people from the second class. SO WHAT? Its doesn't matter to me if I beat people smarter than me or anything similar to it. I don't show off my marks unlike well, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;certain people&lt;/span&gt;. I don't. I just want to meet that damned standard that I've set because I know I can. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yeah, I can.&lt;/span&gt; I can already imagine some people smirking and that thought is not pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Effort gone to waste. Just like how some people spent their days doing Add Maths and Maths and nothing comes out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can be like them, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;officially&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the fact that there isn't any jolly happy things to cheer me up, this sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna start engrossing myself into a good book-to numb this bitterness till reality check tomorrow. And maybe I should take up lessons on the hair flip thingy from Dapho, it might come in handy. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606943909516705686-6609673681835800496?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/6609673681835800496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=6609673681835800496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/6609673681835800496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/6609673681835800496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2007/10/disappointed.html' title='Disappointed.'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-3523880420254439569</id><published>2007-10-06T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T00:03:13.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Determination.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lost it&lt;/span&gt;, totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone just kill me before I sit for my SPM. I'm so not gonna make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently going to read if lack of determination: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Thousand Splendid Suns&lt;/span&gt;. Yeah, the book I've been dying to read and Kim decided to lend it to me.&lt;br /&gt;Currently watching: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Goong&lt;/span&gt; episode 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will fail SPM la if this continues. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606943909516705686-3523880420254439569?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/3523880420254439569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=3523880420254439569&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/3523880420254439569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/3523880420254439569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2007/10/determination.html' title='Determination.'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5606943909516705686.post-2118909866356219053</id><published>2007-10-06T01:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:04:29.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am cute.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DISCLAIMER:&lt;/span&gt; SUPER PERASAN POST AHEAD! IF YOU CAN'T STAND MY PERASAN-NESS, KINDLY GO TO THE UPPER RIGHT HAND CORNER AND CLICK ON THE "X" BUTTON. THANK YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/RwZ3oUIfwWI/AAAAAAAAANc/Yi8c5E2asmo/s1600-h/Image000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/RwZ3oUIfwWI/AAAAAAAAANc/Yi8c5E2asmo/s320/Image000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117909561035964770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm cute, no? Looking at this picture, no wonder I pass for a twelve year old. I didn't know not layan-ing for cam-whoring pictures can turn out so good. *beams*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another, what suppose to be group study...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/RwZ3vkIfwXI/AAAAAAAAANk/m_swHZIlNNI/s1600-h/Image002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/RwZ3vkIfwXI/AAAAAAAAANk/m_swHZIlNNI/s320/Image002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117909685590016370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying out my phone's camera which SUCKS big time. :S Ah well, I still look cute and that's what matters most :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, new cam-whore partner found! :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/RwZ5IkIfwYI/AAAAAAAAANs/33MWYjnfV5o/s1600-h/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/RwZ5IkIfwYI/AAAAAAAAANs/33MWYjnfV5o/s320/Image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117911214598373762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD i'm still so much cuter. And for once, he is so damn layan. *pats*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps- please bear with the bad quality picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5606943909516705686-2118909866356219053?l=karyn17.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/feeds/2118909866356219053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5606943909516705686&amp;postID=2118909866356219053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/2118909866356219053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5606943909516705686/posts/default/2118909866356219053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://karyn17.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-am-cute.html' title='I am cute.'/><author><name>Karyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00281437481676243942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oxnas91YcOI/SDesR2O0SxI/AAAAAAAAAcA/6nrIFdpgnlA/S220/IMG_0024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oxnas91YcOI/RwZ3oUIfwWI/AAAAAAAAANc/Yi8c5E2asmo/s72-c/Image000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
