<?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-9036240876554568801</id><updated>2011-09-29T08:16:40.640+08:00</updated><category term='roberted'/><category term='principality'/><category term='old stuff'/><category term='funny'/><category term='complain'/><category term='tired'/><category term='new'/><category term='competition'/><category term='hosting'/><category term='Spiritual'/><category term='events'/><category term='wow'/><category term='christian'/><category term='pissed'/><category term='Ocean Butterflies&apos;'/><category term='hair'/><category term='motivation'/><category term='test'/><category term='daily'/><category term='bye'/><category term='dying'/><category term='Tiffany'/><category term='personality'/><category term='study'/><category term='family'/><category term='emo'/><category term='concert'/><category term='sorry'/><category term='my life'/><category term='sicked'/><category term='work'/><category term='innovations'/><category term='cries'/><category term='very pissed'/><category term='singing'/><category term='new song. inspiration'/><category term='exams'/><category term='rants'/><category term='argh'/><category term='school'/><category term='TGIF'/><category term='cutlinery'/><category term='movie'/><category term='new discovery'/><category term='wierd'/><category term='church'/><category term='the way I walk'/><category term='promises'/><category term='swimming'/><category term='very very pissed'/><category term='feared'/><category term='way too random'/><category term='sentosa'/><category term='sick'/><category term='Ocean Butterfly'/><category term='love'/><category term='choir'/><category term='Random'/><category term='strange'/><category term='grossed'/><category term='beach'/><category term='合音天使，Ocean Butterflies&apos;'/><category term='song'/><category term='skype'/><category term='inspiration'/><category term='vent'/><category term='announcement'/><category term='ycss'/><category term='hyts'/><category term='revelation'/><category term='new song'/><category term='beauty'/><category term='love楊宗緯'/><category term='sigh'/><category term='oppressed'/><category term='prayer'/><category term='help me'/><category term='friends'/><category term='occasion'/><category term='vision'/><category term='blessed'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='diet?'/><category term='bored'/><category term='happy'/><category term='papierily'/><category term='miss'/><category term='Passion'/><category term='quiz'/><category term='depressed'/><category term='KTV'/><category term='something funny'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='Friday'/><category term='food'/><category term='FAN'/><category term='serials'/><category term='suntan'/><category term='weird'/><category term='bento'/><category term='bunnies'/><category term='singer'/><category term='health'/><category term='management'/><category term='cg'/><category term='interest'/><category term='appreciation'/><title type='text'>A Second To SHY</title><subtitle type='html'>I'm Shyrlyn&lt;br&gt;
I'm Zirui =)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Shyrlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717413987792646699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/SKXQ8_1YXiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DtPrpCqFEfc/S220/what+she+looking+sial.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>338</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036240876554568801.post-2822708046754956878</id><published>2011-04-01T00:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T00:12:41.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It feels good to emo about a happy thing</title><content type='html'>I remembered when nobody used to believe you&amp;#39;re a faithful person, I do.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When people used to think of what you are on your appearance, I chose to look deeper in your heart.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I chose to feel for you. I try to understand your perspective. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When I know you so well.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But the moment I thought I was the happiest woman, I failed.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I also know you&amp;#39;ll be damn yaya papaya if you ever see this. But sadly, I got to admit. Not that I can&amp;#39;t find better guy. But at least till now, you&amp;#39;re the only weakness I accept happily. No one is perfect. Its how much you can accept about the person.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;That&amp;#39;s the main reason why I&amp;#39;m still very stubborn about not giving up. Even after so many that happened, its still something I feel about having.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Its ok if I lose you. At least I cherished this part of you and that&amp;#39;s where I find it fortunate. &lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry Wireless Handheld from M1.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036240876554568801-2822708046754956878?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2822708046754956878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036240876554568801&amp;postID=2822708046754956878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/2822708046754956878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/2822708046754956878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/2011/04/it-feels-good-to-emo-about-happy-thing.html' title='It feels good to emo about a happy thing'/><author><name>Shyrlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717413987792646699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/SKXQ8_1YXiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DtPrpCqFEfc/S220/what+she+looking+sial.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036240876554568801.post-4358588926112828474</id><published>2011-03-14T02:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T02:22:10.502+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook is a disaster</title><content type='html'>I so cannot post anything on fb now. Because of pride or whatever stuff. I just don&amp;#39;t feel like telling anyone my true feelings because of whatever that had happened to me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Even if I know that it is out of impulse, I tried so hard to think, if I had a second chance, I would make the same decision. Not that I really mean it but somehow, I just want to say it at that point. Like me always, I never regret what I do. But the point is, I totally got no idea why am I doing this. Like the whole point, it wasn&amp;#39;t just the usual self.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So, I&amp;#39;ll leave this to fate because I have no idea what is happening.  We&amp;#39;ll just take time to see if this would be a test or the outcome. I shall take awhile to observe before moving on. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Its just part and parcel of life. But I still need to cry under my blanket. Hahahaa.. Actually I just kept tearing the whole day today whenever I&amp;#39;m alone. Because where ever I go, I&amp;#39;m always reminded of him. I can always see his shadow everywhere. I didn&amp;#39;t want to believe he affects me so much. Since we got together not because one of us fell for the other. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I guess I&amp;#39;ll feel so much better after writing this. And if anyone is reading this, please don&amp;#39;t expose me. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I don&amp;#39;t like to quarrel because after some fucking incident that land me in hospital, I became not that able to express myself. So end up, I&amp;#39;ll just cry for 2 hours and forget it. I&amp;#39;m being like a kid I admit. But life is too stressful to keep up with the adults. I only hope that after work, I&amp;#39;ll be taken care like a kid. And yes, I successfully behaving like a kid whenever I&amp;#39;m with him. So, I&amp;#39;m quite thankful to have him.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Now I know how much he mean to me. But if he thinks that life would be better without me, then I&amp;#39;ll move on. At least I know how I feel now.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I didn&amp;#39;t know since when I became a cry baby.. Hahhahaha!&lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry Wireless Handheld from M1.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036240876554568801-4358588926112828474?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4358588926112828474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036240876554568801&amp;postID=4358588926112828474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/4358588926112828474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/4358588926112828474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/2011/03/facebook-is-disaster.html' title='Facebook is a disaster'/><author><name>Shyrlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717413987792646699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/SKXQ8_1YXiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DtPrpCqFEfc/S220/what+she+looking+sial.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036240876554568801.post-4015457192599372637</id><published>2011-03-13T16:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T16:11:04.226+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bunnies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>nobody reads this post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this will me an emo post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my mum wants to send winter and summer away ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;made me cried for days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but i can't let them just go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;because winter and summer loves me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;everytime i carry summer, she'd be very tame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when i talk to her she'll always seemed to understand how i feel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they are so much lovable than human beings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lastly, i can't help but to think that ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i hope i'm one of the victim for Japan's disaster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/9036240876554568801-4015457192599372637?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4015457192599372637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036240876554568801&amp;postID=4015457192599372637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/4015457192599372637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/4015457192599372637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/2011/03/nobody-reads-this-post.html' title='nobody reads this post'/><author><name>Shyrlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717413987792646699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/SKXQ8_1YXiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DtPrpCqFEfc/S220/what+she+looking+sial.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036240876554568801.post-4333372682996050938</id><published>2010-12-31T14:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T14:56:46.544+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='argh'/><title type='text'>What a New Year's Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just quit explaining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;because the left brain wont understand the right brain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;right brain just can't help it to feel this way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and nothing is explainable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;left brain will never understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and the reaction will forever be wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The more I try to avoid quarrels, the more it comes looking for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I shall just shut up and keep quiet till I snap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;whatever~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what a retarded thing to feel unhappy about!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bye 2010 hi 2011 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036240876554568801-4333372682996050938?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/SKXQ8_1YXiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DtPrpCqFEfc/S220/what+she+looking+sial.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036240876554568801.post-7944108363507193924</id><published>2010-12-17T03:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T04:18:27.121+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>human nature to challenge.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today, is kinda long day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Woke up early morning, as he head to work, me returning home to remind my mum of myself. I think she has forgotten her daughter because as usual, I'm always so occupied by my own stuff. Worse still, I think I'm really exhausted due to the previous job. Physically and mentally straining because I have to keep reminding myself to stay really strong and keep the drive going until it dies. And you know when anything start to deteriorate, you need to do something about it to not let it worsen. I thought I was so super strong, wonder woman, fly here fly there could take all these but I realised, I needed to break long ago. You can't just keep pushing yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- yup, this realisation came to me after the interview this morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;after interview, went back home again for lunch and laze around till evening and I head over to boon lay to meet my gf and my son!!! wahahaha... I had a great time playing him and with him. He kept smiling at my high pitch annoying noises. no, actually I kept talking to him in his language! hehehe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At night, head to OB, meet the 3bbbold2+1appleiphone3g...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;eat chill and talk cock. When we were leaving, we even craped for 30mins outside cine..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;how REEEEEtarded.. hahahha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ok, but its great meeting them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and back home. my home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Packed abit of stuff because tomorrow or rather today is friday and I won't be coming home till monday morn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and then, browse abit of net and read a few emo blogs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just feel that, life is more than just love, marriage, money and work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got to agree that they are the prime things people look at and vex about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I seriously have to admit that I'm in this category of love money work too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Certain group of friends, can only play. Certain group of them can talk. Certain group of friend can talk and relate. Certain group of friend can talk can relate and respected. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really want to give up talking about this but I guess, I can't change. I'm just more concern about friends and I'm not that kind of person that can "let them be" "mind my own business"... To me, as a friend, even if I know you don't like to listen, I still have to say my piece even when you long already understood this, even you have made your decisions clear. But rest assured, you still have my blessings. I'm not thinking that it cannot work out for you guys. However, as a friend, I respected you due to your passion, your drive and the amount of hardwork you commit in your career. I know how tough is your work already. It'll just be another challenging task for you to bear.. which i think its something worth  if its really something you want but you really don't have to do that. Plenty of alternatives but no idea why you taking the hardest way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/9036240876554568801-7944108363507193924?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7944108363507193924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036240876554568801&amp;postID=7944108363507193924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/7944108363507193924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/7944108363507193924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/2010/12/human-nature-to-challenge.html' title='human nature to challenge.'/><author><name>Shyrlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717413987792646699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/SKXQ8_1YXiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DtPrpCqFEfc/S220/what+she+looking+sial.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036240876554568801.post-522176009511445539</id><published>2010-12-10T04:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T04:26:14.685+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TGIF'/><title type='text'>annoying post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm blogging because its a happy day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;because TGIF.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't wait I can't wait to see my Apple..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so retarded like the apple!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and im so annoying like orange&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hey! hey apple!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAHAHAHAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but now, I need food.&lt;/div&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/9036240876554568801-522176009511445539?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/522176009511445539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036240876554568801&amp;postID=522176009511445539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/522176009511445539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/522176009511445539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/2010/12/annoying-post.html' title='annoying post'/><author><name>Shyrlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717413987792646699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/SKXQ8_1YXiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DtPrpCqFEfc/S220/what+she+looking+sial.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036240876554568801.post-3384610388739449835</id><published>2010-12-03T03:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T00:46:51.778+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>beautifully ugly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.9722px; "&gt;Alright, this would be a short post before I sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.9722px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.9722px;"&gt;I haven't been thinking much these days. I think I quite sick of the busy life or rather keeping myself busy life. I know I need to move to find motivation and desire to do anything. But it has come to a point that I just feel like not moving. I just feel like staying here and enjoy being taken care of and not care about anything. Don't think of money. Its not the first time that bad things happen to me. In fact, it happen all the time and I'm already used to it especially when it comes to friend(s). So, actually I'm not really feeling anything. So much that I wanted to express my frustrations, my left brain tells me there's nothing I can express. Scold, I also don't know what to scold. Its more like a norm actually. I should have expected long ago because it always happen. Not that I think highly of myself, but I refuse to think that the problem lies with me . I can only say people has different points of view and I can't expect people to appreciate me. However, I am still gonna change because its time I wake up my idea and (don't have to choose friends wisely) just protect yourself from from your own interest. Its so not me but I don't have a choice because (i just told Sam just now) "its not about what you want in life, its about how you accept and face reality." Desire will not bring you anywhere if you can't be realistic in facing the ugly world. I'm not being &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;pessimistic about life, I will still strive in whatever I want but I just want to emphasize you cannot depend on anyone to see and hear for you. You need to open your eyes yourself and be cautious to protect your own interest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its been some time that I reflect on myself because I was too incautious. I thought everything was ok when the reality hit me. However, I'd like to appreciate that person because it really made me learn and open my eyes BIG. A lot of things happen unknowingly and when it happen, you think people will really be there for you? Look at fb, that how many friends will be there kind of bullshit. Come on, open your mouth and say Money. See who will be there? I was the naive one that always pay and lend people money. I just can't help it but to keep sympathizing with people. All the upright values that I had, I think its gone. I know speaking like this, I'll call this superficial in the past. But, you can't deny that this is fact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At the end of the day, it still comes back to balance. How you balance the beautiful and ugly world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I shall continue the next time when I'm feel like it. yep, short post. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hahahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036240876554568801-3384610388739449835?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3384610388739449835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036240876554568801&amp;postID=3384610388739449835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/3384610388739449835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/3384610388739449835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/2010/12/beautifully-ugly.html' title='beautifully ugly'/><author><name>Shyrlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717413987792646699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/SKXQ8_1YXiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DtPrpCqFEfc/S220/what+she+looking+sial.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036240876554568801.post-4872823081576455559</id><published>2010-11-23T06:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T21:22:48.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Very early in the morning</title><content type='html'>I know its very early and I&amp;#39;m blogging. Because I&amp;#39;ve been idling. For your info, I&amp;#39;ve resigned and I&amp;#39;m so free now.. &lt;p&gt;The reason why I resigned because I didn&amp;#39;t love my job, it was super long hours, very very exhausting, I had a better offer and wanted to do my own business. &lt;p&gt;Talk about business first, its not progressing because I was failed by my good friend cum partner. She didn&amp;#39;t say anything and just went mia like this.. I went high and low, said everything I could but she apparently inhuman because she has no feelings. Because I took this step for her sake. Spent so much money for her passion. And she gave up a friend and her passion. I&amp;#39;ve got no idea what happened because she refused to tell me. But still I believe human don&amp;#39;t have a bad nature. But they react in a wrong way due to circumstances most of the time.. So much that I want to understand her, but I think my boy is right. Although I know her for a very long time, you cannot expect people for not taking you for granted, cannot expect people for failing you. I supposed to be so so so so so pissed but I guess I&amp;#39;m just controlling them and keeping my cool because I really don&amp;#39;t wish to flare. She told my friend you come back to me when she&amp;#39;s ready.. Come on what bullshit is this.. You just don&amp;#39;t know how much I feel like killing you.. But you mia-ed all the way.. The longer she keep me waiting, the more I think you treat me like a fool.. And I don&amp;#39;t wanna admit being a fool by making this matter big.. I&amp;#39;m not sure if you&amp;#39;ll meet a person like me in future.. But good luck. Because when I say give up, that&amp;#39;s it.. Please wait forever for me to trust you again.. And really.. Fuck your life deep deep.. &lt;p&gt;Now personal, same thing.. Fucking shit. I&amp;#39;m not trying to be calculative. But you&amp;#39;ve got no idea how much I spent on her.. To me money is not a problem.. So long its worth it.. But when things change, yes, I rake it up.. Because its not worth anymore. I put in so much effort.. And this is how she treat me.. I treat her better than anyone I swear. I made her so important that I skipped all my own fun to make sure she enjoy everytime we&amp;#39;re out.. And just spend on whatever she want.. If you call this a bad friend, then good for you. Because you won&amp;#39;t meet such person anymore. If you could just talk things out nicely in the first place, I won&amp;#39;t react this way.. And you just spoiled your own image. Fuck. Go and die. Fucking shit..&lt;p&gt;Lastly, today is a happy day because met my boy at bugis for dinner.. Xlbxlbxlb! Hehehe... And then we walked around bugis with koi for a couple of hours.. I thought walking around will be quite bored but not with him. Cause he&amp;#39;s damn cute.. Hahaha.. We headed to his parent&amp;#39;s shop at marina, waited for them and then supper at holland V&amp;#39;s crystal jade with baby&amp;#39;s family.. Its a damn full day cause we ate damn a lot a lot that he started ranting fat die us when his mum kept stuffing us with foood!!. Hahhaa.. I like his parents very much cause they&amp;#39;re very nice and friendly and funny. Hahaa.. (Unlike the previous one... Oops.. Shhh) hahahaha! &lt;p&gt;Wait and one last thing.. That stupid spammer E is here again.. Whatever I write, its about myself and its my life.. None of your business.. And before you spam, please open your eyes and read carefully with dictionary, MORON! &lt;br /&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry Wireless Handheld from M1.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036240876554568801-4872823081576455559?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4872823081576455559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036240876554568801&amp;postID=4872823081576455559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/4872823081576455559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/4872823081576455559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/2010/11/very-early-in-morning.html' title='Very early in the morning'/><author><name>Shyrlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717413987792646699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/SKXQ8_1YXiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DtPrpCqFEfc/S220/what+she+looking+sial.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036240876554568801.post-173947728356221284</id><published>2010-11-05T01:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T01:24:04.279+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>I suck</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, I suck. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stay away from me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I say but I don't fulfill them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know I suck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't do everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't do well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I won't be able to make it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hard work is so tough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the easiest thing on earth is the have talent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the hardest thing on earth is to be hardworking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you can work without talent but not without hardwork.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and that stupid facebook is so stupid because I can't post so much things up there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't love my job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't have passion in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have no motivation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know I always appear to be very strong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but no matter what, I am a human.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I cannot be strong forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the matter of fact is that I'm not strong at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm a weakling.. I only know how to cry....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate this!!! &gt;.&lt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036240876554568801-173947728356221284?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/173947728356221284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036240876554568801&amp;postID=173947728356221284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/173947728356221284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/173947728356221284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-suck.html' title='I suck'/><author><name>Shyrlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717413987792646699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/SKXQ8_1YXiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DtPrpCqFEfc/S220/what+she+looking+sial.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036240876554568801.post-6869621424687688878</id><published>2010-11-03T23:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T00:37:37.025+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='argh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Problems expressing frutrations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I seem to have problems expressing frustrations these days. Being so frustration but I just can't bring myself to express it out. Its a good thing because it shows that I am responding the right way by accepting things that frustrates me. However, this feels so terrible because everytime when I am frustrated with certain issues, I kept to myself. And after awhile, I'll just forget about it and move on. I'm not sure this is right or wrong. It sounds right, but it feel so wrong. The fact is, this cannot continue for long. Because man has emotions and it would only make me feel more terrible the way I am. Not that I want to throw tantrum or vent my frustrations but the problem is even if I've forgotten that issue and matter, the feeling hasn't go off. It is still there. Therefore I think I need to start ranting HERE!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and when its accumulated so much, you just want to forget it. let it go then.. So much so that I don't feel like writing but I know I need to let go somewhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pissed with the yayapapaya girl... so cocky nvm, but also not very good. I'm not trying to say that I'm better than her. but to me, I don't even want to bother about her wanting to win me or compete with me. I don't give a damn at ALL!! The matter of fact is that if she's really that good, then be an independent individual then. Always give that stupid expression that everyone owes you.. hey come on, you're here to learn things.. not being spoon fed. People protect you just because you are new.. don't take things for granted... no matter what kind of result you produce, I still don't think you are good because you don't have a good personality. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and then after complaining, Its just seemed like I'm jealous of her because she is good. Although I know I don't because I never thought she is good. and if I really want to do it, nobody can stop me. but that's also the reason why I refused to complain about her.. because I don't want people think that I'm jealous.. so I try my best to be very nice and communicate with how and in the end I realised I'm not the only one who can't communicate with her.. basically, everyone. Anyways, all the best then.. she'll will do well elsewhere. Just not here.. Anyway, actually.. this person has left... hahahaha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to do alot of self reflections on myself but I realised, I'm so not myself anymore... therefore I have no idea my own response.I hate this but I remained silent no matter where I go. Be it if people agree or disagree with me. let them win... I just don't have energy to fight with them. Where has my energy gone to? where has my principles gone to? the shyrlyn who embrace her principles and stood strong in her beliefs is gone.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shyrlyn only have all the self doubts and all the disbelief in her. I think I don't need to be positive. Because I try too hard. I probably just need a mean for me to let this all out and go. and start believing in what others say you can do instead of the disbeliefs. and everyday, bell and gongs to me seem to far ..............................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Last but not least my last emotion for the day..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I miss him... but I wonder how long can this be kept?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;how far can this go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;how much more can we do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;this should be a secret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;hahahah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036240876554568801-6869621424687688878?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6869621424687688878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036240876554568801&amp;postID=6869621424687688878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/6869621424687688878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/6869621424687688878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title='Problems expressing frutrations'/><author><name>Shyrlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717413987792646699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/SKXQ8_1YXiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DtPrpCqFEfc/S220/what+she+looking+sial.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036240876554568801.post-7704475850584388774</id><published>2010-07-20T02:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T02:26:47.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy of failure</title><content type='html'>Seems like I haven&amp;#39;t been blogging for some time.. Apparently I&amp;#39;m really like busy but not really.. And, ya.. I don&amp;#39;t quite like blogging when I&amp;#39;m in my good days....&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;m very happy because I haven&amp;#39;t been feeling sad... Hahaha.. Whatever.. Crap... Ok, its because bad times are over... And you can&amp;#39;t imagine how happy I am because I went through shits months ago for a few months.. But it made me stronger. And I always believe things happen for a reason and I know its to prepare myself for times like now.. To understand myself and being able to work harder.. And I said previously, I need new circle of friends.. So I&amp;#39;m in a new environment now facing different people.. And it feels great.. I just have to appreciate those people that let me down because they are my greatest teacher.. I learn so many things there that they don&amp;#39;t. And accepting life like never before..&lt;p&gt;So what worse can I face after this? This is what I learn.. I can&amp;#39;t be any worse than this.. So when you are down, ask yourself, what can be worse than this? Or have you already been through something worse? Then stop dwelling in that part.. You only need to go through it once.. Downfall is a reminder that you musn&amp;#39;t take life for granted.. it is how you understand the true meaning of life.. &lt;p&gt;And what is after downfall? You&amp;#39;ll surely achieve something right? Yes, I believe for most at least for myself. But the best part is, everytime during good times, I start to think negative. I start to fear about the next downfall.. Because my life wave has always been the extreme ups and downs.. So my next lesson is to learn how to not focus on negative part and yet not focusing on the results itself. How should you enjoy the process of achievement is another story.. hhahaha..&lt;p&gt;I wanna share a little more about bottleneck instead. This has been what I always been thinking. Because a lot of people can handle failure or rather they know what to do just that they don&amp;#39;t want. I gather that reaching a bottleneck in the things you do is always the hardest thing to breakthrough. Because you are neither here nor there. Like I said, when you are very sad, most people know how to go through it. But reaching bottleneck is a lesson I learnt recently reflecting on how I jump out of it. And, I gather that its a part and parcel of life but its hard. Because you just have no idea what went wrong since you alr follow closely to all that you should do. &lt;p&gt;You need to understand that reaching bottleneck is like standing right beside a tall wall. So you won&amp;#39;t be able to see anything across it. That is when people try too hard to climb up to see  what is across it. They keep falling because they are just climbing blatantly. If you step backwards or move further behind, you&amp;#39;ll probably see something more and the way to cross.. I&amp;#39;m not sure if you understand my illustration but what I&amp;#39;m trying to drive is that when you reach your bottleneck, don&amp;#39;t try too hard to improve or achieve what you wanted. Take a break, relax and think back. Or move back even if it takes you to do it all over again. You need to understand that sometimes when you&amp;#39;re moving too fast, you&amp;#39;ll miss out some things. And in this case - life, there are probably something you fail to understand in this process.. Moving fast is good but, true understanding is more important. Its better to know the purpose before you do something..&lt;p&gt;Lastly, life is not only about career, money, relationships and etc.. If you want to succeed in life, you need to bear the correct mindset, adopt the correct character and values. Because you&amp;#39;ll only succeed well with the right beliefs.... Be wise as the serpent but harmless as the doves..&lt;p&gt;Woooh.... A lot of reflections during better times... Right, this is good.. I&amp;#39;m on the right track... Hahahaha.. I hope I shared something great for you too.. Because I normally share inspiring stuff to motivate myself and also reminding myself in down times... Just like how I read through all posts from the past years. Hahhaa.. &lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry Wireless Handheld from M1.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036240876554568801-7704475850584388774?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7704475850584388774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036240876554568801&amp;postID=7704475850584388774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/7704475850584388774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/7704475850584388774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/2010/07/joy-of-failure.html' title='Joy of failure'/><author><name>Shyrlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717413987792646699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/SKXQ8_1YXiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DtPrpCqFEfc/S220/what+she+looking+sial.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036240876554568801.post-2407181366206493935</id><published>2010-07-12T21:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T21:44:39.002+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't want the antidote</title><content type='html'>I laid down my pride once again. It doesn't mean you fear after a failure. Failure supposed to be a process of learning. You learn from mistakes, from experiences. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For a moment, I want to be rational. The next moment, I want to be emotional. It only proved that you can't balance both. Its either you be super rational and do what is right. Or you just heck everything that what your heart tells you to. To trust and believe whatever you think and kill all the doubts. because doubts only prove how inconfident you are. To think about all the political correct doubts and possibilities only demoralise yourself. and since, I just can't get myself to be rational. then don't be. Since, I don't even care about the truth and only about what he say, then heck it. since, I'm already poisoned..... hahahaha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036240876554568801-2407181366206493935?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2407181366206493935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036240876554568801&amp;postID=2407181366206493935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/2407181366206493935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/2407181366206493935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-dont-want-antidote.html' title='I don&apos;t want the antidote'/><author><name>Shyrlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717413987792646699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/SKXQ8_1YXiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DtPrpCqFEfc/S220/what+she+looking+sial.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036240876554568801.post-5088984522397018286</id><published>2010-07-12T00:37:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T21:54:53.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>我，变成我口中的笨女人</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm seriously too bored.. I've been sleeping the whole day basically. I reached home at 7am+ this morning as I was drinking the previous night at my friend's restaurant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;High and tipsy, I'm so used to that feeling that I don't even feel it. And now, I hate the feeling of being sober. First time, in my life I felt so helpless. When so many things happened recently and I can't do anything about it. When I can't move on and feign ignorance like before. When I don't dare to face the reality and answer a lot of questions even knowing it. When I wish to cry so much but I can't. When I should get angry but I can't. When I thought turning to other people will make me feel better but it doesn't (because you made me felt it once). When I can't stop smoking and drinking even knowing that it doesn't make me feel better. When I can't sleep ever since then. When I don't think you suck but you really do! When I can't help it but to wish for the excuses. When I can't help it but willing to get hurt. When I forget every single unhappiness the moment I see you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I feel like shit...... because you ignored me and left me hanging there not knowing the truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;go away. go and die!!!!!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry Wireless Handheld from M1.&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/9036240876554568801-5088984522397018286?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5088984522397018286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036240876554568801&amp;postID=5088984522397018286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/5088984522397018286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/5088984522397018286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title='我，变成我口中的笨女人'/><author><name>Shyrlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717413987792646699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/SKXQ8_1YXiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DtPrpCqFEfc/S220/what+she+looking+sial.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036240876554568801.post-7163509278043320433</id><published>2010-07-10T21:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T21:33:44.504+08:00</updated><title type='text'>冷戰 - 楊丞琳</title><content type='html'>詞/蔣篤全　　&lt;br /&gt;曲/韋景雲&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你把我當成石膏 再不跟我吵; &lt;br /&gt;是不是一種預告&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;假裝都看不到 不再重要&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;我不會再跟你鬧&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;無言是一種毒藥 更像一把刀&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;切開我們的擁抱&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;到底愛剩多少 需要思考&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;承諾隨愛蒸發掉&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;不想再當配角 安靜讓我動搖 我想逃跑&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;我聽到 你冷戰的心跳&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;兩敗俱傷的記號 閃躲不了&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;我知道 莫名其妙求饒&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;也不會是解藥 不如棄權走掉&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;面對冷的空氣冷的牆壁冷到昏迷&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;冷到我真的快窒息&amp;#160; &lt;br /&gt;冷戰到何時能平息 放我離去(就讓回憶停止呼吸 成冰&amp;#160;)&lt;br /&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry Wireless Handheld from M1.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036240876554568801-7163509278043320433?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7163509278043320433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036240876554568801&amp;postID=7163509278043320433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/7163509278043320433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/7163509278043320433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/2010/07/sent-from-my-blackberry-wireless.html' title='冷戰 - 楊丞琳'/><author><name>Shyrlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717413987792646699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/SKXQ8_1YXiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DtPrpCqFEfc/S220/what+she+looking+sial.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036240876554568801.post-2433690824271058052</id><published>2010-07-10T02:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T21:55:35.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only for my faithful readers</title><content type='html'>Ok, I'm like out at Mac to study my marketing paper tomorrow.. Like, I think I'll be dead tomorrow.. Frigging sian.. So I'm her for a short post..&lt;p&gt;Hmm, special thanks to all my faithful readers. Even when this place is dead so long, I still have faithful readers who checks out this place. And thanks for all of your concerns! I'm fortunate to have people like you guys! Seriously!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Please do note that I can't elaborate too much about my personal stuff here.. So not everything is read as it is.. However, I still like to express my emotions here.. So.. I hope there won't be any assumption or discussion.. Feel free to show your concern if you'd like to lend me your ears..  Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry Wireless Handheld from M1.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036240876554568801-2433690824271058052?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2433690824271058052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036240876554568801&amp;postID=2433690824271058052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/2433690824271058052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/2433690824271058052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/2010/07/only-for-my-faithful-readers.html' title='Only for my faithful readers'/><author><name>Shyrlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717413987792646699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/SKXQ8_1YXiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DtPrpCqFEfc/S220/what+she+looking+sial.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036240876554568801.post-3207285887404998236</id><published>2010-07-06T07:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T08:09:23.453+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='way too random'/><title type='text'>but I can't believe it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know I'm super emo recently.. so I shall stop the emo momentum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hahhaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wow, I'm awake at such timing. How cool right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ya, cause I'm not asleep, like as usual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you know, every time early morning I'm very happy..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ya so this makes a happy post!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hahahahah!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;wheeeee!!!!~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't believe what I did......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;because I bought the mont blanc wallet with money clip..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like.. am I serious?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;omg.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hahahahha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036240876554568801-3207285887404998236?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3207285887404998236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036240876554568801&amp;postID=3207285887404998236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/3207285887404998236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/3207285887404998236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/2010/07/but-i-cant-believe-it.html' title='but I can&apos;t believe it...'/><author><name>Shyrlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717413987792646699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/SKXQ8_1YXiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DtPrpCqFEfc/S220/what+she+looking+sial.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036240876554568801.post-1520479379371456183</id><published>2010-07-04T19:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T20:52:57.284+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I speak from mind, feel from heart</title><content type='html'>I read so much of my past post and I realised I emo very often when I always tell people I'm not. I used to express all my emotions in the past. But in the reality, you can't really do that. Therefore, this is where I express my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, when I get drunk, I just don't want to hide my feelings and I'll just say what I want. I don't think before I speak. When I see certain people around, I almost blurted how much I missed him. So when your emotions are being stirred, you behave abnormally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I told him about it, he went, "same here". And he asked if I'd feel better this way but who does. Because it just proves that he takes it more easily than I do. When he asked me why do I feel sorry, that's when I feel "because I love you". But I didn't say that. I said the usual I don't know instead. But when he said "same here" which explained a lot of question marks in me. And all my hopes vanished instantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He once asked me "why you don't believe me?" Because I seemed to doubt almost every of his words, but deep down inside I trust all that he say. My mind says, guys cannot be trusted. My heart says, maybe he's the one you can trust? I'm not affected about what he did. It only matters to me on where his heart goes. That's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm happy at least I know it now. So I don't carry hopes anymore. So I can convince my heart that all guys are the same. (Although deep down, there's still hope. Hope that its not true). And its better I give up on the feelings now than later right? And as I grow older I understand that you cannot bu fu qi about relationships. You cannot believe in those agonies. And I accepted it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I once believed that he mend the hurts of my heart for that while but now, I see the light. I see the ugly truth. Perhaps, ignorance is still bliss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just laugh  about it and move on! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry Wireless Handheld from M1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036240876554568801-1520479379371456183?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1520479379371456183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036240876554568801&amp;postID=1520479379371456183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/1520479379371456183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/1520479379371456183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/2010/07/hide-my-heart-speak-from-mind.html' title='I speak from mind, feel from heart'/><author><name>Shyrlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717413987792646699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/SKXQ8_1YXiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DtPrpCqFEfc/S220/what+she+looking+sial.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036240876554568801.post-5853924087748777178</id><published>2010-07-02T20:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T20:30:02.328+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little bit of randomness...</title><content type='html'>I&amp;#39;m in cab on the way to OB.. So I&amp;#39;m blogging. Think I really roberted again!! I actually planned to club tonight and what? I realised I have a paper tomorrow at 9am!!! Oh, wtf... Ok, I promise to club to my heart&amp;#39;s desire tomorrow. Tomorrow will be the day.. Get high get high.. Wahahaahha!&lt;p&gt;And I&amp;#39;m being random! I so love Audi R8! Its damn cool!! I like!!! Hehehehe&lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry Wireless Handheld from M1.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036240876554568801-5853924087748777178?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5853924087748777178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036240876554568801&amp;postID=5853924087748777178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/5853924087748777178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/5853924087748777178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/2010/07/little-bit-of-randomness.html' title='Little bit of randomness...'/><author><name>Shyrlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717413987792646699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/SKXQ8_1YXiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DtPrpCqFEfc/S220/what+she+looking+sial.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036240876554568801.post-7650498367464448990</id><published>2010-07-02T03:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T04:10:40.442+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='old stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the way I walk'/><title type='text'>Some old Flashbacks...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was good reminiscing the good old days and laugh about what I used to blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I blogged so often in the past and often has interesting thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I thought &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16.2037px; "&gt;in the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16.2037px; "&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had so much confidence,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was so intellectual,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was so clear and certain of what I want,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I planned so much,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was so motivated and motivates others,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was so determined and persistent of what I want,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and what happened to me now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahahah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I realised, I used to sleep 4 hours a day..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now, 12 hours a day..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like, i think i will die young cause i'm so unhealthy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahaha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oh, and i also realised I used much better English in the past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe because there's no more comprehension to do.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok, since its been damn long since i blogged, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I promise a longer post today..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was reading some old post I posted in 2007... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wow, this is funny so i decided to repost this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahahahah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16.2037px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Intelligence V.S Unintelligence&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16.2037px; "&gt;Smart man + smart woman = romance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Smart man + dumb woman = affair&lt;br /&gt;Dumb man + smart woman = marriage&lt;br /&gt;Dumb man + dumb woman = pregnancy &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman worries about the future until she gets a husband. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A man never worries about the future until he gets a wife. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A successful man is one who makes more money than his wife can spend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A successful woman is one who can find such a man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Married men live longer than single men do, but married men are a lot more willing to die. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be happy with a man, you must understand him a lot and love him a little. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To be happy with a woman, you must love her a lot and not try to understand her at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman marries a man expecting he will change, but he doesn't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A man marries a woman expecting that she won't change, and she does. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman has the last word in any argument. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anything a man says after that is the beginning of a new argument.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old aunts used to come up to me at weddings, poking me in the ribs and cackling, telling me, "You're next." They stopped after I started doing the same thing to them at funerals. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Generally,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Smart woman + Dumb woman = Smarter women&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Smart man + Dumb man = Dumb-er men&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But men always think that they're smart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The problem is, dumb people thinks they're smart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whereas smart people are always eager to learn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And eventually there'll be an intelligence disparity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Smart become smarter, dumb become dumb-er.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hhahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope I don't offend anyone though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I realised alot of my recent post states how much I changed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yeah, I don't understand why I changed so much too..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like, I became can't be bothered with most stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like, I take everything easily when i used to take everything seriously..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like, I became so so lazy compare to the past.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I thought we should keep improving but why do I think that life was better?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why do I feel that my values and beliefs was better?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;why do I start feeling bad about myself?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but I have no idea how to change..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahahah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because there is no motivation in everything...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then I get emo every now and then but refuse to admit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe I should start doing some serious stuff and change the circle of friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Perhaps, I'm just way too stagnant.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and, walking is good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;walking changes my mood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;walking makes me happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;walking makes me refreshed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;walking makes me healthy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I walked 3.3km from Cine back home..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How cool!~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;woohoo ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036240876554568801-7650498367464448990?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7650498367464448990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036240876554568801&amp;postID=7650498367464448990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/7650498367464448990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/7650498367464448990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/2010/07/some-old-flashbacks.html' title='Some old Flashbacks...'/><author><name>Shyrlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717413987792646699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/SKXQ8_1YXiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DtPrpCqFEfc/S220/what+she+looking+sial.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036240876554568801.post-1273575310414804972</id><published>2010-05-14T06:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T03:40:56.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good writer good lover =D</title><content type='html'>I'll probably only blog more often this month because apparently I can't sleep.&lt;p&gt;I really don't wanna keep posting this but, I always miss the spoilt boy at such timing because nothing occupy me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nevertheless, I think its a good thing that we are being separated for awhile. Its a short break, at the same time a challenge. To test our relationship. An essay consist of introduction, contents and conclusion. But a story not only need these. The writer has to present in such a way that it is detail but not too draggy, interesting and catchy. But the most important point is the writer needs to manage well when to stop and go to the next paragraph. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I'll try my best to be a good writer this time.&lt;br /&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry Wireless Handheld from M1.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036240876554568801-1273575310414804972?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1273575310414804972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036240876554568801&amp;postID=1273575310414804972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/1273575310414804972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/1273575310414804972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/2010/05/good-writer-good-lover-d.html' title='Good writer good lover =D'/><author><name>Shyrlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717413987792646699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/SKXQ8_1YXiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DtPrpCqFEfc/S220/what+she+looking+sial.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036240876554568801.post-8660265477411620339</id><published>2010-05-12T04:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T03:41:56.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>better than counting Doremon</title><content type='html'>i just read my previous few posts... and... omg!!! did i post that? hahahha! yes i did when i was on the verge of sleeping and dozing off.. Now I believe when one is tired, they really will do things that they normally don't do. hahahah! ok, no doubt that, its still the truth. I was abit shock that i actually write such things... like after a while you feel like laughing.. hahahah! but i realised blogging is one of the way to fall asleep? at least its better than counting sheep. hahaha!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but please don't think that i'm emo after reading my posts. because i'm really not emo-ing. i know 20 days is very fast. hehehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight, It works better than counting Doremon.. hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036240876554568801-8660265477411620339?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8660265477411620339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036240876554568801&amp;postID=8660265477411620339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/8660265477411620339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/8660265477411620339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/2010/05/better-than-counting-doremon.html' title='better than counting Doremon'/><author><name>Shyrlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717413987792646699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/SKXQ8_1YXiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DtPrpCqFEfc/S220/what+she+looking+sial.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036240876554568801.post-858119520019255953</id><published>2010-05-10T04:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T04:28:39.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>不由自主的</title><content type='html'>Apparently, I can&amp;#39;t sleep again. I&amp;#39;m getting more and more lazy. Hahaha!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Its just the forth day when he&amp;#39;s away. And I feel damn lethargic and reluctant everyday. I don&amp;#39;t feel like going out, don&amp;#39;t feel like doing anything. And I&amp;#39;m always in a daze. My friends would ask me why I look so sad but I&amp;#39;m only dazing. I wasn&amp;#39;t thinking of anything and I&amp;#39;m not very sad. I know I posted a lot of emo status on fb but actually I&amp;#39;m not emo. I just feel very stone. As in, probably because I had nothing to expect for everyday. Or maybe deep inside, I am?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I do admit I seriously miss him but I never worry about anything (because my friend thought I would worry if he anyhow). Its just purely miss and sometimes thinking of what he&amp;#39;s doing. That&amp;#39;s all. And out of a sudden I miss our bickerings. I miss him doing stupid stuff. I miss him demanding me to do things for him. I miss carrying things for him. I miss him suaning me. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Although, sometimes I do feel that its probably quite one sided. And couldn&amp;#39;t really tell what&amp;#39;s he thinking. I probably mean differently from how he mean to me. 但是，我還是不由自主的想去繼續愛他。I don&amp;#39;t need to be the priority. I just need certain amount of the heart... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry Wireless Handheld from M1.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036240876554568801-858119520019255953?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/858119520019255953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036240876554568801&amp;postID=858119520019255953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/858119520019255953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/858119520019255953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title='不由自主的'/><author><name>Shyrlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717413987792646699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/SKXQ8_1YXiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DtPrpCqFEfc/S220/what+she+looking+sial.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036240876554568801.post-8913352471855229769</id><published>2010-05-08T06:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T06:00:50.949+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He left; a month . . .</title><content type='html'>Ahhhh, omg. Somebody please help me... This is the worst month! Days past so slowly and I totally have no means to contact my spoilt boy. And its only the second day. ))))):&lt;p&gt;This feeling is like shit when I totally have no idea what he is doing.. Is he enjoying? Or having a hard time? Of course I hope he&amp;#39;s having a good time! Everyday, so sleepy. But I can&amp;#39;t sleep! I feel like a zombie, so dead, so stone! So lethargic, so reluctant...&lt;p&gt;I miss you, baby!!!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry Wireless Handheld from M1.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036240876554568801-8913352471855229769?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8913352471855229769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036240876554568801&amp;postID=8913352471855229769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/8913352471855229769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/8913352471855229769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/2010/05/he-left-month.html' title='He left; a month . . .'/><author><name>Shyrlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717413987792646699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/SKXQ8_1YXiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DtPrpCqFEfc/S220/what+she+looking+sial.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036240876554568801.post-591015454419582488</id><published>2010-04-25T06:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T06:08:53.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When everything is fine, I worry about what's next hoping that it comes later</title><content type='html'>Start to think that I&amp;#39;m super boliao because I always blog at such time and I am at home but still posting via phone. How retarded.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I totally understand the fact that being nice wouldn&amp;#39;t change things much because people will just take it for granted ultimately. I&amp;#39;m also clear that if I don&amp;#39;t say a thing, nobody will know what I&amp;#39;m think. But the fact is that, under some circumstances, you know its hard to express them. And what if people disagree with you? What if people start blaming you for that? Ya, then you need to explain. But most of the time explaining will just make things worse. And therefore I choose to remain silence.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then after some time, I surely will feel like shit because I suppressed everything and all the anger accumulated. Better don&amp;#39;t ask me drink because I think if I get drunk, I probably cannot control my anger. That makes me recall of someone else. Perhaps this is the reason why things happened that way (I shan&amp;#39;t elaborate) is it like karma? Because I treated someone else like that then I meet someone like what I was?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Maybe I need to do self reflection again... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So, when I cry everything out, I feel better. And when everything is right now. I am really happy. And I hope I stay here forever because I know I&amp;#39;m not and I&amp;#39;m gonna start worrying and waiting for the next thing to come.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;All I can do is to avoid and ignore. Nothing else. Please don&amp;#39;t try me too hard. Because I can&amp;#39;t take it. I don&amp;#39;t have take kind of energy anymore.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry Wireless Handheld from M1.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036240876554568801-591015454419582488?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/591015454419582488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036240876554568801&amp;postID=591015454419582488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/591015454419582488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/591015454419582488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/2010/04/when-everything-is-fine-i-worry-about.html' title='When everything is fine, I worry about what&apos;s next hoping that it comes later'/><author><name>Shyrlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717413987792646699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/SKXQ8_1YXiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DtPrpCqFEfc/S220/what+she+looking+sial.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036240876554568801.post-3674303821518944235</id><published>2010-04-17T05:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T16:11:01.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Constructive critics not</title><content type='html'>I'm like lying on my bed and can't sleep again. Well, I just thought of some stuff that normal people should get defensive or even pissed. &lt;p&gt;Its about how you react towards criticism. I always believe that people are different, their environment being brought up, things they like and many other factors. In music, there are so many kinds of different genre and applies to people too. Therefore, different character, different interest makes different song. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The point is, I never think I'm good at anything because I know there are so many people out there that are better. So, I'm always open to criticisms to help myself improve. Be it if it is constructive or not. Because the public sees you. You can have 1001 excuses saying or thinking that you know more those who criticise. But you can never deny the fact that you need these people to define whether you are good or not. Even if they are not as good as you, you still need them. You need them to agree that you are good.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Therefore no matter what people say, it is a need to reflect and try to improve. But not getting affected by them, start being emo and stuff. Don't waste time emo-ing because you ought to meet people like this everywhere. Even if people doesn't support you, as long as you know what you want. People who put you down are people who mould you to become better. They are better than your teacher and they are greater credits to your future.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;People succeed because they look at things in different perspective. They accept comments openly. They are magnanimous. They are open to changes. They are flexible. And most importantly, they are not complacent after they achieve their goal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know people always say that don't take uncontructive critics seriously. But to me, if there is still that one person who says that you are not good, then you are not the best. If you are not the best, then you still need to improve because there is room for improvement. I'm not saying I want to be the best. I just want to emphasise that one should never stop having the desire to improve. Sounds really competitive but you need motivation like this to strive better lest you will remain stagnant. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I got a feeling I gonna reach my bottleneck again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry Wireless Handheld from M1.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036240876554568801-3674303821518944235?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3674303821518944235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036240876554568801&amp;postID=3674303821518944235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/3674303821518944235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/3674303821518944235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/2010/04/constructive-critics-not.html' title='Constructive critics not'/><author><name>Shyrlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717413987792646699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/SKXQ8_1YXiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DtPrpCqFEfc/S220/what+she+looking+sial.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036240876554568801.post-8550342411051275307</id><published>2010-04-16T00:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T00:39:55.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>当你爱一个人时，自己也不知道为什么</title><content type='html'>有时会觉得心酸因为知道自己的地位在那里。只想经心经历做好自己的本分。只想付出，不求回报。完全不知道自己那来的这些耐心，这些力量。完全不知道为什么会&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;可能人会比较珍惜那些得不到的东西。&lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry Wireless Handheld from M1.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036240876554568801-8550342411051275307?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8550342411051275307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036240876554568801&amp;postID=8550342411051275307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/8550342411051275307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/8550342411051275307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title='当你爱一个人时，自己也不知道为什么'/><author><name>Shyrlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717413987792646699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/SKXQ8_1YXiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DtPrpCqFEfc/S220/what+she+looking+sial.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036240876554568801.post-8640660991128658913</id><published>2010-04-14T15:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T15:36:21.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just random thoughts</title><content type='html'>would you rather know the truth and get hurt or would you rather being cheated and be happy?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;this has never been an definite answer before. because when one gets hurt, one would rather not know anything but when one gets cheated, one would rather know the truth. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;it has also became quite habitual that i don&amp;#39;t deliberately find out the truth. what do you gain from knowing more? sometimes i do feel stupid for thinking this way. but being too smart won&amp;#39;t lead to happiness. and therefore i tend to feign ignorance even when i know the truth. and to do that, i normally turn to excuses instead of finding out. then again, not many people are able to do it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;you can only accept the kind of society you live in. this is want you have then accept it and live with it. don&amp;#39;t blame anyone or take things for granted. because no matter how you blame the person, you cannot change things. but when you take things for granted, you&amp;#39;ll eventually lose it. this is life. life is practical, life is realistic.&lt;br&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry Wireless Handheld from M1.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036240876554568801-8640660991128658913?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8640660991128658913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036240876554568801&amp;postID=8640660991128658913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/8640660991128658913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/8640660991128658913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/2010/04/just-random-thoughts.html' title='Just random thoughts'/><author><name>Shyrlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717413987792646699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/SKXQ8_1YXiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DtPrpCqFEfc/S220/what+she+looking+sial.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036240876554568801.post-589211260428614359</id><published>2010-04-10T04:12:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T04:34:10.172+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>this would seriously be a short post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just wanted to blog for the momentum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since I haven't been blogging for like long long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, I've dl-ed the new app on BB.. as you can see below..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so, I can blog with my berry now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hmm, please note that berry also can whatsapp! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so I'm on whatsapp! who say only apple can?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hahahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, I'm just back from vocals today after that mac..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and played murderer till frigging 230am~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sounds retarded..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But its fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;because you totally can see the way people react.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;who is the higher EQ ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who play mind games better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and I really feel like saying..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#F2F0EC;"&gt;I don't know what else can I do .and I hate this feeling!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will do everything I can for your sake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#F2F0EC;"&gt;I don't know how long this can last.. I am going crazy ok!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/9036240876554568801-589211260428614359?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/589211260428614359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036240876554568801&amp;postID=589211260428614359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/589211260428614359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/589211260428614359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-would-seriously-be-short-post.html' title='this would seriously be a short post'/><author><name>Shyrlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717413987792646699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/SKXQ8_1YXiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DtPrpCqFEfc/S220/what+she+looking+sial.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036240876554568801.post-6561879010987409571</id><published>2010-04-09T16:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T16:43:39.837+08:00</updated><title type='text'>testing my new app!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/S77ouwkpdUI/AAAAAAAAArk/OxV-ln9JtKE/s1600/IMG00043-20100409-1540-719838.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/S77ouwkpdUI/AAAAAAAAArk/OxV-ln9JtKE/s320/IMG00043-20100409-1540-719838.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458055688429860162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is sent by alicia from harbour front when it is raining heavily at tanjong pagar just now. that piece of cloud only covered that area which is where tanjong pagar is. and point is, its totally not raining at harbour front! hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent from my BlackBerry Wireless Handheld from M1.&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.showmeblogger.com"&gt;Powered by ShowMeBlogger.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036240876554568801-6561879010987409571?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6561879010987409571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036240876554568801&amp;postID=6561879010987409571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/6561879010987409571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/6561879010987409571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/2010/04/testing-my-new-app.html' title='testing my new app!'/><author><name>Shyrlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717413987792646699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/SKXQ8_1YXiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DtPrpCqFEfc/S220/what+she+looking+sial.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/S77ouwkpdUI/AAAAAAAAArk/OxV-ln9JtKE/s72-c/IMG00043-20100409-1540-719838.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036240876554568801.post-5383738674865956363</id><published>2010-04-08T03:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T03:20:00.162+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='appreciation'/><title type='text'>I love my boyf</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Relationship is a state of connectedness between people involving mutual dealings.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Therefore, it is a commitment that needs to be maintained.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My friend came to my place the other day because she had a tiff with her boyf. The usual things girls do, she complained about him. and then I agree with her and so on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But as she was sharing, I was reminded of my own relationship. And I really appreciate her because I was reminded that I should be contented with what I have and cherish them. We all know this but who actually does that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm sorry friend, cause she's like so sad but I felt fortunate at that time. I started to think about my relationship and I thought this is what I have and I can only maintain it and improve it with my strength because I believe, when you are sincere, others can feel it. Be it relationship with boyf, family and/or friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So the thing is, relationship is mutual. You need to trust, believe and support what the other party do. Even if you don't understand his/her actions, you need to trust that everything they do has reasons behind it. I realised that it is rather difficult to express your feelings totally to the other party. Therefore, a lot of people experience in communication barriers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So how? when a couple is lack of communication? Then it need to be build on trust, understanding and mutual feelings. Every individual is different. They got different upbringing, grow up in different environments, different life experiences and many more other factors. Hence, when you meet a new person, you need to learn him/her in a new way no matter how experience you were. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As I grow older, I realised I don't really like to share my stuff especially emotions. It has become natural part of me to hide my feelings. And a lot of times, I have uncertainties but I choose not to clarify. Because I believe ignorant is a bliss. I refused to know the ugly truth because the truth always don't result good. So I had people asking me, "so you rather people lie to you?" Actually, to a certain extent yes. If truth hurts, I rather live in ignorant because I'll be happier this way. But after going through so much in life, I can already accept almost anything. Just that I'm too tired to care much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I came a long way and I know I don't need some sweet romantic relationship because I'm am too tired to do that kind of stupid stuff that I did when I was young. I have no energy to quarrel as well. I only want a peaceful and dependable relationship. No need a lot of ups and downs. No need a lot of interesting stuff. As long as I feel comfortable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Somebody told me, I'm not that kind of girl that my boyf would like. I know. hahaha! But many a times, reality is always what you think you want it to be. I have friends who got stumbled as well. Came to ask me why choose him? ok, not that he's not good. Just that, he's not that kind of guy I will like. &lt;b&gt;But I'm still very sure he is what I want&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I start to recall back the times when we just get to know each other, I think we were so much happier. Its always the best time when you don't understand the person well. We seem to reach the bottleneck and don't really know how to communicate with each other after some time. I'm trying my best to understand you more. Seriously, I don't really care what people tell me. Even though sometimes, I get really disappointed by your actions but I still choose to believe in you and thats why I didn't probe much about your stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm sorry for the things I did that annoyed you which I may not know and I really appreciate you for all these while that you're here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you Baby, I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036240876554568801-5383738674865956363?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5383738674865956363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036240876554568801&amp;postID=5383738674865956363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/5383738674865956363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/5383738674865956363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-love-my-boyf.html' title='I love my boyf'/><author><name>Shyrlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717413987792646699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/SKXQ8_1YXiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DtPrpCqFEfc/S220/what+she+looking+sial.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036240876554568801.post-9157375319093496751</id><published>2010-03-10T03:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T04:28:42.898+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bunnies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>because i'm too bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to blog because I'm too bored.&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting a bit emo because i see Winter(my male rabbit) emo.&lt;br /&gt;he has been separated from Summer(my female Rabbit)&lt;br /&gt;even though their cage is only side by side and they see each other every second&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Initially I thought Winter will be very happy because he always jump around in the small cage.&lt;br /&gt;now, I got him a new big cage. he emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, I'm giving away Summer and her 2 little bunnies a few days later.&lt;br /&gt;omg, I'm gonna be so sad. so is Winter.&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna miss them so much.&lt;br /&gt;I shall bring my Winter go visit them 2 weeks later.&lt;br /&gt;Wheee!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough of my rabbits.&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I've been thinking about friends.&lt;br /&gt;In the past, people used to put friends first.&lt;br /&gt;but i realised the world has changed a lot.&lt;br /&gt;male and female must have equality&lt;br /&gt;female does what male are doing.&lt;br /&gt;female getting possessively stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may have a lot of friends.&lt;br /&gt;but all of them(gfs) really throw me aside when they're attached.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not being jealous or what.&lt;br /&gt;I understand that you all have more commitments now.&lt;br /&gt;but I already stop receiving phone calls from them every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;Like i used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especially from the one... she should know.&lt;br /&gt;haven't I been understanding enough?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i think i shouldn't bear grudges with her.&lt;br /&gt;because she's different.. in some way.&lt;br /&gt;but, why would i talk in this manner if it only happen the first time?&lt;br /&gt;even if nothing happened, i believe you'll still forget to call me.&lt;br /&gt;i admit that you are very understanding at most times.&lt;br /&gt;like, you know i'm busy and stuff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you called me, talked to me.. in times of needs.&lt;br /&gt;when you had troubles.&lt;br /&gt;even in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;have i ignored you for once?&lt;br /&gt;i may not have important things to share..&lt;br /&gt;but it seems to me that you are doing so well now,&lt;br /&gt;you have someone with you already.&lt;br /&gt;so you don't need to call me anymore?&lt;br /&gt;you don't even seem to be interested in anything about me.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what type of friend you call this.&lt;br /&gt;no time to meet me, fine.&lt;br /&gt;don't bother to call me, fine.&lt;br /&gt;get so particular about the way i talk.&lt;br /&gt;you know me first day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my tone became like that basically because.&lt;br /&gt;if it were in the past, you will call me straight and tell me your worries.&lt;br /&gt;and now, you totally forget to call me even when i ask you to.&lt;br /&gt;i was relax because i didn't know you were so affected.&lt;br /&gt;i thought it was quite normal for pregnant woman to have disorders here and there.&lt;br /&gt;don't have to scold me vulgarity right?&lt;br /&gt;and i wasn't being sarcastic when i said sorry.&lt;br /&gt;then you became so sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;if your very good friend that know you for so long is complaining about this.&lt;br /&gt;its time you reflect.&lt;br /&gt;and you can continue to be the way like this.&lt;br /&gt;go stick to the kid's father&lt;br /&gt;because you will lose a friend.&lt;br /&gt;I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;situations like that guy don't allow you to talk to me..&lt;br /&gt;i was understanding to you right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently, now its your choice that you don't even bother.&lt;br /&gt;then please change our relationship status on FB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not have very good temper.&lt;br /&gt;I may not have very good attitude.&lt;br /&gt;but I've never leave my friend alone in times of trouble.&lt;br /&gt;please don't ever complain when i start having my own commitments too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and woohoo,&lt;br /&gt;i ended my post with rain!&lt;br /&gt;rain rain please don't stop&lt;br /&gt;i am gonna sleep with you!&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha!&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/9036240876554568801-9157375319093496751?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/9157375319093496751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036240876554568801&amp;postID=9157375319093496751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/9157375319093496751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/9157375319093496751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/2010/03/because-im-too-bored.html' title='because i&apos;m too bored'/><author><name>Shyrlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717413987792646699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/SKXQ8_1YXiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DtPrpCqFEfc/S220/what+she+looking+sial.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036240876554568801.post-2752290591789763861</id><published>2010-03-08T18:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T19:01:47.496+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Back to blogging</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After so long, I'm coming back blogging.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I'll update often though.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;but i realised blogging is already not an IN thing these days.&lt;br /&gt;blogs are getting quite dead recently.&lt;br /&gt;probably the result of people getting more active with FB?&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout these period when i didn't blog, i think i've changed quite a lot.&lt;br /&gt;I become less stubborn, less principles.&lt;br /&gt;I think i used to be very strong headed and lots of philosophy behind everything i do.&lt;br /&gt;but maybe as i grow older, i realised this is life.&lt;br /&gt;why are you so particular about everything when you know you can't change anything?&lt;br /&gt;I still stand strong in my beliefs but i become less particular about minor details.&lt;br /&gt;especially when people don't agree with me.&lt;br /&gt;I start to really accept the things people say.&lt;br /&gt;I do lesser self reflection.&lt;br /&gt;because i think, its good to improve yourself,&lt;br /&gt;but improving doesn't mean you lose yourself.&lt;br /&gt;your character and personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;therefore i blog lesser to complain and vent my anger.&lt;br /&gt;hahhaha!&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/9036240876554568801-2752290591789763861?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/SKXQ8_1YXiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DtPrpCqFEfc/S220/what+she+looking+sial.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036240876554568801.post-641019423586890550</id><published>2009-12-01T00:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T00:42:26.340+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hosting'/><title type='text'>sleeping is a waste of time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just realised i haven't been blogging since walking home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school started.&lt;br /&gt;and, i've just been wasting time because as usual i can't sleep at night and i'll end up sleeping after school like now.&lt;br /&gt;and i can't sleep again cause i just woke up.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.. i'm still procrastinating in doing my assignment.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;am i gonna be last minute again?&lt;br /&gt;whahaahha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently, i keep on quarreling with people.&lt;br /&gt;like don't know why.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(even got into fight)&lt;/span&gt; oops!&lt;br /&gt;wahahah!&lt;br /&gt;is it because people are more irritable these days?&lt;br /&gt;or is it me that is more easily frustrated?&lt;br /&gt;(i need................God.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, i'll be hosting for roadshows on weekends!&lt;br /&gt;and more singing events!&lt;br /&gt;and even make-up events!&lt;br /&gt;whooo!!~&lt;br /&gt;Hope everything goes well. (((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still believe God is with me. (((:&lt;br /&gt;Thank God!&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/9036240876554568801-641019423586890550?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/641019423586890550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036240876554568801&amp;postID=641019423586890550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/641019423586890550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/641019423586890550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-just-realised-i-havent-been-blogging.html' title='sleeping is a waste of time'/><author><name>Shyrlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717413987792646699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/SKXQ8_1YXiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DtPrpCqFEfc/S220/what+she+looking+sial.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036240876554568801.post-520496533930941208</id><published>2009-11-17T04:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T04:53:23.773+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='announcement'/><title type='text'>announcement</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've removed my links column.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;But i think its a hassle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036240876554568801-520496533930941208?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/520496533930941208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036240876554568801&amp;postID=520496533930941208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/520496533930941208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/520496533930941208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/2009/11/announcement.html' title='announcement'/><author><name>Shyrlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717413987792646699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/SKXQ8_1YXiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DtPrpCqFEfc/S220/what+she+looking+sial.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036240876554568801.post-7440483968960088952</id><published>2009-11-17T04:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T04:50:58.459+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='interest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>walking home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;its been some time since i blog anyway..&lt;br /&gt;think the past few posts all very emo..&lt;br /&gt;i shall stop posting emo stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm, recently i found a new hobby.&lt;br /&gt;I walked home from bugis the other day.&lt;br /&gt;and walked back from outram just now.&lt;br /&gt;it feels really good to walk home.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;i haven't been really spending on transport for your info. wahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;I spent 1 hour from bugis.. then as i walk, i just talked on phone.&lt;br /&gt;the thing is, i had very good sleep that night.&lt;br /&gt;I believe the same to day for the half an hour walk.&lt;br /&gt;as i walked home, i thought alot.&lt;br /&gt;so i was emo-ing about some stuffs and i reached home.&lt;br /&gt;hmm, but there a great sense of satisfaction after i walk though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shifting to bukit merah is so right.&lt;br /&gt;I become more healthy because i always walk.&lt;br /&gt;I'll slim down because there is nothing to munch at night.&lt;br /&gt;and i tend to drink milk everyday because of the convenience.&lt;br /&gt;I drink lots of water here too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at home, i seldom drink water and exercise because i have all sorts of entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;i saw a documentary the other day saying that watching tv will gain weight.&lt;br /&gt;which i think its true..&lt;br /&gt;i have cable tv at home.&lt;br /&gt;so i'll watch whole day and don't even walk 100steps a day.&lt;br /&gt;i will lie there and watch till morning?&lt;br /&gt;then i'll tend to grab stuff to munch.&lt;br /&gt;if not i'll cook instant noodles.&lt;br /&gt;its not like i can't cook here.&lt;br /&gt;but its just more troublesome because we're using stove in this house.&lt;br /&gt;whereas at my house, we use induction cooker.&lt;br /&gt;which means, i take only 3 mins to cook my instant noodles.&lt;br /&gt;here, i probably take 10mins or more. because the water take very long to boil.&lt;br /&gt;another thing is that i'm so super lazy to wash..&lt;br /&gt;(i can throw at basin and let my mother wash at home.. oops)&lt;br /&gt;wahhahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which means i should stay here for good.&lt;br /&gt;because i'll become healthier here.&lt;br /&gt;whahaha!&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/9036240876554568801-7440483968960088952?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7440483968960088952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036240876554568801&amp;postID=7440483968960088952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/7440483968960088952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/7440483968960088952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/2009/11/walking-home.html' title='walking home'/><author><name>Shyrlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717413987792646699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/SKXQ8_1YXiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DtPrpCqFEfc/S220/what+she+looking+sial.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036240876554568801.post-3861584220214085031</id><published>2009-11-14T12:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T13:26:40.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>一个不堪回首的过去</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before i reached here, I thought i have a lot of thoughts that i really wished to post up.&lt;br /&gt;But the moment i reached here, all my thoughts are gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i'm just someone i don't like to share my feelings and i just didn't wanna face most reality. and for the past 2 years, i tried so hard, done my part to leave. I succeeded physically, but whats in my heart? i never dared to face it probably till last night? i always say its a silly, dumb, stupid to have thoughts like this. and apparently, i just don't wanna admit that i'm that dumb. i always thought i am strong and i can control my feelings. indeed, i can. Mind over heart. I try not to feel sad or feel hurt or rather have any special feelings towards you. i did that for the whole 2 years. I damn good right. but i can't deny the fact that i still miss you. only my pillow knows what happen every night? only my blanket knows where the tears goes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after today, i know everything have to be back to normal. back to days before yesterday. and everything should officially end. no matter how much i don't wish to say, your decision is still right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterall, i don't regret all the decisions i made be it 2 years back, yesterday or now.&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/9036240876554568801-3861584220214085031?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3861584220214085031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036240876554568801&amp;postID=3861584220214085031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/3861584220214085031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/3861584220214085031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post_14.html' title='一个不堪回首的过去'/><author><name>Shyrlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717413987792646699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/SKXQ8_1YXiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DtPrpCqFEfc/S220/what+she+looking+sial.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036240876554568801.post-4228162174329486801</id><published>2009-11-06T09:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T11:01:58.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life and death</title><content type='html'>"Death rates from cancer continue to decrease because of prevention, early detection and treatment," Jemal added. "These have been decreasing from the early '90s and, really, because of this decrease, over half a million deaths from cancer have been avoided."&lt;br /&gt; Jemal is first author ofCancer Statistics 2008, which is published in the March/April issue ofCA: A Cancer Journal for Clinicians. The report has been an annual fixture since 1952.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everybody understands this simple word - prevention. but how many of you really maintain a healthy lifestyle? &lt;br /&gt;but, in this urban city, how healthy can you be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most people slogged their life for money. what is money when theres no health? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it that people in ancient times, people live to few hundred years? and now, the most 80years. i'm trying to say Earth is deteriorating and likewise for us who lives on it. and it'll continue to deteriorate. what if after another 5decade, human being can only live till 40years old. then you can imagine even faster pace life. and people would probably only sleep 4hours a day for more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a millionaire with a psle cert, took over his dad fail business, carrying the will of fulfill his dad wishes. he went all out. as a boss of a spa and wellness company - Aspara, he took charge of all big and small things. he then gradually put all his life in it. with all his hard work and never give up attitude, he succeeded and Aspara is well known worlwide - japan and america are one of the most wellknown. after slogging all his life, being so successful and reputable, he is now diagnosed with 3rd stage lung cancer and left with the last 1year. the cancer cells already started to spread at this point of time. and he wasn't even aware of it. there is no physical syntoms for cancer. how scary. and it is already the third stage. HE IS MY UNCLE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandmother died of skin cancer and kidney failure but she was 88years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another uncle of mine died of cancer too but at the age off 40 odds? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one died of diabetes and kidney failure in 40odds as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come on, cancer, diabetes, high blood pressure, kidney failure has already become as common as catching flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm urging you all young people to take prevention NOW! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait, now. alot of people don't know how. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no greasy and fried food. more veges, more fruits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drink more milk to take in more calcium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exercise 3 times a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleep 8hours a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drink lots of water. try to drink tap water because too much of distilled water is bad for your body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the basic. consistency is what that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know you'll be asking me things like "you sure you can do it?" &lt;br /&gt;no, i can't do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are always other ways to make it easier in this modern city if you don't mind spending $0.20 a day to maintain your health!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or you rather fall sick first the pay your huge medical bills with medisave or some people will tell me they have lots of cash. then perhaps you must be someone who love to take pills alot and love to visit hospital often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure you know what i mean. but apparently people don't do anything about it. so what are you waiting for?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036240876554568801-4228162174329486801?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/SKXQ8_1YXiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DtPrpCqFEfc/S220/what+she+looking+sial.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036240876554568801.post-9161730675845416293</id><published>2009-11-04T23:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T23:17:08.663+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivation'/><title type='text'>is to succeed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to succeed is to believe and desire.&lt;br /&gt;i thought i knew it long ago.&lt;br /&gt;well, apparently i'm still contemplating.&lt;br /&gt;that's why i am procrastinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know that you can do well in every market.&lt;br /&gt;its the matter of how well you do.&lt;br /&gt;and what is your desire for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i've decided to give myself at least 3 months to see how far i can go.&lt;br /&gt;without any source of support but i'm gonna do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like i say, how well do you know before experiencing yourself?&lt;br /&gt;every environment is different because person's character differ.&lt;br /&gt;and you cannot be so unfair to people.&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/9036240876554568801-9161730675845416293?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/9161730675845416293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036240876554568801&amp;postID=9161730675845416293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/9161730675845416293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/9161730675845416293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/2009/11/is-to-succeed.html' title='is to succeed'/><author><name>Shyrlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717413987792646699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/SKXQ8_1YXiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DtPrpCqFEfc/S220/what+she+looking+sial.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036240876554568801.post-8048762834730814188</id><published>2009-11-04T03:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T03:22:48.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>又到深夜</title><content type='html'>每当一到深夜，我就会睡不着。 我种会觉得很愤怒、很难过。 但是我无发把它说出来。 只能躲在被窝里哭泣。 有时候，我真的很想逃避和放弃一切。 但是我却不甘心。 不甘心就这样放弃一切。 所以不管多辛苦，我都会坚持到底。 我也只能靠自己！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;子瑞，你要加油！ (((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036240876554568801-8048762834730814188?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8048762834730814188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036240876554568801&amp;postID=8048762834730814188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/8048762834730814188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/8048762834730814188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='又到深夜'/><author><name>Shyrlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717413987792646699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/SKXQ8_1YXiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DtPrpCqFEfc/S220/what+she+looking+sial.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036240876554568801.post-2539713719339875328</id><published>2009-11-01T22:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T22:45:48.886+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sigh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pissed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='argh'/><title type='text'>i am learning not to be too emotional</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i shan't blog about halloween last night.&lt;br /&gt;it is basically.&lt;br /&gt;happening, eventful, frightening, tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just feeling super fucked up now.&lt;br /&gt;i really hate people who assume things.&lt;br /&gt;i hate people who don't know anything then anyhow think, anyhow say.&lt;br /&gt;you can blame me for hiding things.&lt;br /&gt;but why i want to hide?&lt;br /&gt;because whenever i tell you, you spread around.&lt;br /&gt;not only that.&lt;br /&gt;when i tell you things, you only know how to disagree.&lt;br /&gt;and you don't even talk reasonably.&lt;br /&gt;i'm someone who i don't like to say things.&lt;br /&gt;but you're someone who say everything.&lt;br /&gt;how do you expect me to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;i definitely know that i am in the wrong in certain ways and reaction.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm reacting like this because of the way you respond.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so pissed yet i'm so sad.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so sad because i was so pissed but yet i refused to argue/quarrel with you.&lt;br /&gt;but you continued saying saying and saying.&lt;br /&gt;and the things i go through since young, you'll never understand.&lt;br /&gt;i never blame anyone. because this is my life.&lt;br /&gt;the only thing i can do is to look forward.&lt;br /&gt;and i will strive hard to prove all of you wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's so many things i wished i could say.&lt;br /&gt;but i cannot.&lt;br /&gt;maybe if one fine day when i really cannot tolerate, i will burst out everything and throw you back with all the questions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but at the end of the day, i'll only be blamed.&lt;br /&gt;nobody will say is your fault.&lt;br /&gt;people will only say is my fault.&lt;br /&gt;so why do i bother saying out?&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/9036240876554568801-2539713719339875328?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/SKXQ8_1YXiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DtPrpCqFEfc/S220/what+she+looking+sial.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036240876554568801.post-1923827966582311738</id><published>2009-10-30T03:37:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T03:56:35.364+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>i just type what i recall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am just feeling reluctant.&lt;br /&gt;to blog, to talk, to think, to eat, to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;hahahah!&lt;br /&gt;ok, sound super retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is friday again.&lt;br /&gt;and another week past.&lt;br /&gt;i just received my timetable.&lt;br /&gt;and it super slack!!!&lt;br /&gt;i mean slack!&lt;br /&gt;I go to school 3 hours a day, 5 days a week.&lt;br /&gt;anybody has part time job to intro?&lt;br /&gt;i want long term ones.&lt;br /&gt;so i can work during school term.&lt;br /&gt;if not i'll be darn sian and darn broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading my past entries from previous years.&lt;br /&gt;and i thought, actually the stuff i used to blog are quite interesting.&lt;br /&gt;especially when it comes to criticizing people.&lt;br /&gt;i actually burst out laughing to myself at McDonald's.&lt;br /&gt;how retarded.&lt;br /&gt;i supposed to be criticizing people but the content is totally funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these two days are just bored bored.&lt;br /&gt;interviews and trainings and whatever.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure whether this line suits me.&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure whether i'm in the right path.&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna waste time.&lt;br /&gt;but when i was about to give up, its just something that tell me give it a try.&lt;br /&gt;no harm anyway.&lt;br /&gt;but, with the time i could do other things right?&lt;br /&gt;no, more like i'll be sleeping at home.&lt;br /&gt;I tried sharing with 2 friends.&lt;br /&gt;but both discouraged me.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm not gonna reveal what i'm doing unless i achieve something.&lt;br /&gt;but apparently, i need alot of discernment in this.&lt;br /&gt;and most people are skeptical about this.&lt;br /&gt;ME TOO....&lt;br /&gt;people only tell me not to waste time in this.&lt;br /&gt;yes, i do agree.&lt;br /&gt;but, there's alot of what ifs inside me.&lt;br /&gt;to find out the answer, i have to experience it myself.&lt;br /&gt;MYSELF.&lt;br /&gt;what people see or they say they see or they say their friends see or they say their friend say they see or their friend's friend see or their friend's friend say they see.. etc ...&lt;br /&gt;may not be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i shall go and sleep now and wake up earlier tomorrow go get down with it!&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/9036240876554568801-1923827966582311738?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1923827966582311738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036240876554568801&amp;postID=1923827966582311738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/1923827966582311738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/1923827966582311738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-just-type-what-i-recall.html' title='i just type what i recall'/><author><name>Shyrlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717413987792646699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/SKXQ8_1YXiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DtPrpCqFEfc/S220/what+she+looking+sial.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036240876554568801.post-896059007518461229</id><published>2009-10-27T22:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T22:58:20.974+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>this is a stupid bored post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life's getting more and more dull each day.&lt;br /&gt;and i've been sleeping most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;i sleep, wake up, eat, watch tv, play computer.&lt;br /&gt;and this routine continues.&lt;br /&gt;if this continues, life's gonna be dead.&lt;br /&gt;and i already feel like i'm dying.&lt;br /&gt;full of boredom, no existence, no fulfillment, no achievement, no satisfaction, no commitment.&lt;br /&gt;how possible can i live a life like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how am i able to adapt to my upcoming hectic schedule&lt;br /&gt;i better enjoy now.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha!&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/9036240876554568801-896059007518461229?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/896059007518461229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036240876554568801&amp;postID=896059007518461229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/896059007518461229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/896059007518461229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-is-stupid-bored-post.html' title='this is a stupid bored post'/><author><name>Shyrlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717413987792646699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/SKXQ8_1YXiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DtPrpCqFEfc/S220/what+she+looking+sial.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036240876554568801.post-2798085796256340826</id><published>2009-10-26T03:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T04:35:24.090+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christian'/><title type='text'>God is still here with me (((:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" id="refHTML"&gt;sorry. know i say i will blog regularly but i didn't.&lt;br /&gt;its like, too long never blog and i don't really have the habit to even visit my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i shall post something which i long wanted to but had no courage to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its nearing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nov&lt;/span&gt; and i have left church nearly a year. since then, i knew my life would be different and simplest thing like singing on stage which i used to think have became one of my fear. i became so unfamiliar and faithless in the things i used to have most confidence. and things in many areas just change. but i accepted this life because i made this decision. and this means i kind of feel how non-believers feel they meet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;christians&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i do feel unjustified for church and some good believers. when we meet some 'bad christian', we automatically relate them to church and i often hear people say "he still say he goes to church". so if this person is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;muslim&lt;/span&gt;, do you say "he still say he goes to mosque?" how should i put it? we are human beings and we are imperfect. the character and personality of a person is determined by its background and most importantly himself. the church can teach the best values and principles but it still depend on the person himself whether he adopt them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i hear people negative comments about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;christians&lt;/span&gt; and church. i do feel a little unjustified but i know certain things, we have to experience it before we understand it. and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; the reason why i refuse to argue or debate in such topic. but sometimes i don't understand why is it so unfair when is comes to church(not other religion). but to think about it, if the world can be fair, then Jesus won't be crucified on the cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not saying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; perfect and i don't give negative comments about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;christians&lt;/span&gt;. i know and i do admit that i do gossip or even criticise them. but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; against the person. or rather the particular issue that happened. i don't blame it on one's church or religion. what's more i understand so much about this religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in God because i have knowledge in it and i experienced it. Christianity is a relationship with God. It is not somebody physical that you can see nor touch. But you can feel and hear Him. throughout the pass one year, i know God is still with me, always reminding me that He's there in a more obvious and direct way than before. and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; saying this because i experience it myself. its more true having someone by my side. of course, you can choose to believe someone who doesn't go to church. if you never been to church then how well do you know about them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I certainly love God. miss His presence. and the reason why i refuse to go to church because probably i just know that i will stay there and don't bear to leave? then why leave? i have no idea. I'm just not ready to face all these yet. but i can only say, to stay with someone you love is easier or to leave someone you love is easier?&lt;br /&gt;maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; just someone who can only learn the hard way?&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/9036240876554568801-2798085796256340826?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2798085796256340826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036240876554568801&amp;postID=2798085796256340826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/2798085796256340826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/2798085796256340826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/2009/10/god-is-still-here-with-me.html' title='God is still here with me (((:'/><author><name>Shyrlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717413987792646699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/SKXQ8_1YXiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DtPrpCqFEfc/S220/what+she+looking+sial.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036240876554568801.post-2776419768112532604</id><published>2009-10-20T22:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T23:50:56.813+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hyts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ocean Butterflies&apos;'/><title type='text'>HYTSGMH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Apparently, my 同类 said that I didn't post about this so i am doing it now.&lt;br /&gt;wahahah!&lt;br /&gt;But first of all i want to officially announce that 我和 Regina 是同类！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I know i'm very random and i said that many times right? Well, I'm just writing it here for people who don't know lor. hahahah!&lt;br /&gt;ok, whatever~ I know its crap.&lt;br /&gt;wahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, we were just bored and talking random stuffs and thats how the 同类 thing comes about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I'm waiting for the photos before i blog lar.&lt;br /&gt;nvm, i'll just blog first before i post photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, where should i start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, its a super tired thing because regina and I planned almost everything.&lt;br /&gt;from deciding the dates, collecting songs, editing mmo, coordinating practices (I WILL DIE), emailing, forcing people to reply emails/mass sms, brainstorming the prizes, entertaining lame emails/pm/sms, arranging camera man and many other detailssssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we had real sleepless nights.&lt;br /&gt;As in, nights that we really couldn't sleep because of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And have to bear with some people's hurtful words the day before.&lt;br /&gt;but still have to continue to do the wonderful gift for the person when we all were so affected.&lt;br /&gt;And I walked 4 places around serangoon that midnight just to buy glue but all never sell!&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!!&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after so much hardwork, I'm happy with the results and it is indeed a success!&lt;br /&gt;Whoohoo~&lt;br /&gt;Although the crowd its a little quiet, but I think all of us did well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i won't go into detail about the performance itself. i shall let the photos and videos do its job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always believe you reap what you sow. and after so much hardwork. Our effort are not wasted. and I think we're more prepared now for other things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;ps: I'm not against anyone here. I'm only against the specific thing you do. I don't bear grudges. (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036240876554568801-2776419768112532604?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2776419768112532604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036240876554568801&amp;postID=2776419768112532604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/2776419768112532604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/2776419768112532604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/2009/10/hytsgmh.html' title='HYTSGMH'/><author><name>Shyrlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717413987792646699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/SKXQ8_1YXiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DtPrpCqFEfc/S220/what+she+looking+sial.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036240876554568801.post-2532872578853121624</id><published>2009-10-18T17:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T19:56:21.776+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diet?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Shyrlyn is back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finally, I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;cause I'm too bored. so I wanna blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, first of all I think the event yesterday was great!&lt;br /&gt;I hope we'll have more events like this! YAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching this Korean documentary about obsessed kids in korea.&lt;br /&gt;And they said, fat cells will only grow and will not die.&lt;br /&gt;So i was wondering how we burn fats?&lt;br /&gt;Many of us think that fats grow only at visible parts.&lt;br /&gt;But apparently, fats grow even in our body.&lt;br /&gt;When we exercise, the fats we burn are the fats right under our skin which is the visible parts. but the fats inside our body are the fats that we can't see and burn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The documentary talks about why korean kids a so fat. and result was kid watch tv too much, play computer too much. Hence, they exercise lesser and munch titbits more often. Before 20th century, there were alot of death due to lack of nutritient. but since 20th century, people suffer from illness due to obesity and gradually death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we having too good life? that people die of eating too much? Korean kids and in fact kids in many places are suffering from diseases due to obesity which only affected middle aged and above in the past but now, the kids are commonly affected.&lt;br /&gt;When i come about to know that i was a big baby that weigh 4kg (avg baby weigh 3.5kg), i thought i was lucky because i ran around at the playground everyday when i was young. and i was not overweight before even when i eat 5 meals a day. wahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what now?&lt;br /&gt;no. no more weight gaining plan.&lt;br /&gt;i shall proceed with my diet plan instead.&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna suffer from such diseases when i die.&lt;br /&gt;WAHAHAHA!&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/9036240876554568801-2532872578853121624?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2532872578853121624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036240876554568801&amp;postID=2532872578853121624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/2532872578853121624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/2532872578853121624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/2009/10/shyrlyn-is-back.html' title='Shyrlyn is back!'/><author><name>Shyrlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717413987792646699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/SKXQ8_1YXiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DtPrpCqFEfc/S220/what+she+looking+sial.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036240876554568801.post-9002904946793184638</id><published>2009-09-19T16:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T17:19:42.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fuckedup</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;after so long i'm back here just to complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a girl. so i'm petty.&lt;br /&gt;I bear grudges. I remember little things you do.&lt;br /&gt;I remember bad things more than good things.&lt;br /&gt;I can choose to forget.&lt;br /&gt;but apparently, i chose to remember.&lt;br /&gt;because i feel so fucked up that i couldn't sleep last night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not here to explain myself.&lt;br /&gt;because i've decided not to be over familiar with you.&lt;br /&gt;after all, i can't call you a friend.&lt;br /&gt;so, you can just think what you want to think.&lt;br /&gt;just assume whatever it is.&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what others think.&lt;br /&gt;I only care what my friends think.&lt;br /&gt;call me stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;call me childish.&lt;br /&gt;call me willful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i really hate people like you.&lt;br /&gt;so what if other people respect you?&lt;br /&gt;I don't!&lt;br /&gt;because you're fickle? can i say that?&lt;br /&gt;but, i just can't figure out what kind of person you are.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you are like this. sometimes you are like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what if i want to take the longer route?&lt;br /&gt;people take different means to grow and learn.&lt;br /&gt;i live once and i do whatever i want.&lt;br /&gt;i don't care what the rule is.&lt;br /&gt;what kind of standard life people go through.&lt;br /&gt;i don't believe in structure and formula in life.&lt;br /&gt;if you take other people as example,&lt;br /&gt;i will only say thank goodness my parents don't plan for my life.&lt;br /&gt;and give me freedom to do whatever i want.&lt;br /&gt;at least i think i'm happier than other people's planned life.&lt;br /&gt;even if i meet alot of obstacles,&lt;br /&gt;i can blame no one but only be strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you took someone who is totally different from me to compare.&lt;br /&gt;and that explains why we react differently from things.&lt;br /&gt;at least i love my family and appreciate them.&lt;br /&gt;at least they support me in whatever i want to do.&lt;br /&gt;at least i don't blame them about anything they do.&lt;br /&gt;even if i really don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;and this is the greatest happiness to me.&lt;br /&gt;[if i offended you, then i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;blame him for taking you as example.&lt;br /&gt;i'm just stating facts.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets just remain our relationship like before and don't cross the line.&lt;br /&gt;even if what i think about you is wrong, so be it.&lt;br /&gt;and so be it if what you think about me is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;because i don't give a damn.&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/9036240876554568801-9002904946793184638?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/9002904946793184638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/SKXQ8_1YXiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DtPrpCqFEfc/S220/what+she+looking+sial.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036240876554568801.post-153563795424089307</id><published>2009-08-17T07:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T07:22:10.505+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='announcement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bye'/><title type='text'>Last words ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;习惯一个人生活后，其实两个人时真的不习惯&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;既然如此，倒不如一个人更好。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;就当作是我自私。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;再见。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, I'm gonna officially let my blog die here to prevent people from lifting my words here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;apparently, I don't post everything here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so don't assume things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036240876554568801-153563795424089307?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/153563795424089307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036240876554568801&amp;postID=153563795424089307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/153563795424089307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/153563795424089307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/2009/08/last-words.html' title='Last words ...'/><author><name>Shyrlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717413987792646699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/SKXQ8_1YXiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DtPrpCqFEfc/S220/what+she+looking+sial.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036240876554568801.post-6903063681058117702</id><published>2009-08-08T03:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T04:08:56.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and she gets emotional again?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I totally forgot.&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally uncertain again.&lt;br /&gt;and I'm feeling the coldness again.&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;and everything changed again.&lt;br /&gt;back to square one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm calling out again.&lt;br /&gt;Who's there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, didn't get what i wanted?&lt;br /&gt;but i'm puzzled again?&lt;br /&gt;tell me why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, I should just feel contented.&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/9036240876554568801-6903063681058117702?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6903063681058117702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036240876554568801&amp;postID=6903063681058117702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/6903063681058117702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/6903063681058117702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-she-gets-emotional-again.html' title='and she gets emotional again?'/><author><name>Shyrlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717413987792646699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/SKXQ8_1YXiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DtPrpCqFEfc/S220/what+she+looking+sial.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036240876554568801.post-5329580416526718072</id><published>2009-08-07T15:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T15:10:37.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seems like my blog died on my 18th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;whahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036240876554568801-5329580416526718072?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5329580416526718072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036240876554568801&amp;postID=5329580416526718072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/5329580416526718072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/5329580416526718072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/2009/08/seems-like-my-blog-died-on-my-18th.html' title=''/><author><name>Shyrlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717413987792646699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/SKXQ8_1YXiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DtPrpCqFEfc/S220/what+she+looking+sial.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036240876554568801.post-1650496204216359007</id><published>2009-06-19T11:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T11:56:32.730+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today.&lt;br /&gt;is the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally 18!!!&lt;br /&gt;wahahahahha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every year, when it reach my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;I will say.. oh man.&lt;br /&gt;Time past really fast.&lt;br /&gt;Its alr half a year gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my birthday, its another half year for '09 to end.&lt;br /&gt;no more wasting time.&lt;br /&gt;Time to plan again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But today is the day!&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward for tonight.&lt;br /&gt;What will i become!&lt;br /&gt;wahahahha!&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/9036240876554568801-1650496204216359007?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1650496204216359007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036240876554568801&amp;postID=1650496204216359007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/1650496204216359007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/1650496204216359007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to me'/><author><name>Shyrlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717413987792646699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/SKXQ8_1YXiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DtPrpCqFEfc/S220/what+she+looking+sial.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036240876554568801.post-3815839144473321731</id><published>2009-06-11T14:27:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T19:44:01.568+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>whatever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;放弃是懦夫所为&lt;br /&gt;我没想过放弃&lt;br /&gt;只是我完全找不到推动力&lt;br /&gt;而我也不知道从何时失去了这份热忱&lt;br /&gt;这份热爱唱歌的热忱&lt;br /&gt;我不想参加比赛&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;其实自从我决定离开&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;他&lt;/span&gt;前，我已经知道会有这一天&lt;br /&gt;我知道一切会便&lt;br /&gt;当身边的人看到这些变化，当然就会觉得我便很多&lt;br /&gt;从始至中我都没有对我做的决定后悔过&lt;br /&gt;最多只是觉得亏欠&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;他&lt;/span&gt;吧&lt;br /&gt;但至少我现在比较轻松，比较快了&lt;br /&gt;不会像以前好想让很多东西限制一样&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;可能你们会觉得我便很多&lt;br /&gt;甚至是变坏&lt;br /&gt;但我只想说你们认识我那段时间是我改过自新的时候&lt;br /&gt;即使我怎样告诉你们我在那时之前是怎样的，你们也不会了解&lt;br /&gt;我经历过的挫折和点点滴滴&lt;br /&gt;是你们永远都不会体会到的&lt;br /&gt;我不想用这个来做借口&lt;br /&gt;我也不想显得很自我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally understand all your kind intentions&lt;br /&gt;but i seriously find it fake because you all only say it when somebody older initiate.&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; because if you don't agree with me from the beginning,&lt;br /&gt;why didn't you mention it earlier&lt;br /&gt;and make it seemed like you all are so ok with it?&lt;br /&gt;my change is not a just thing.&lt;br /&gt;didn't it happened long ago.&lt;br /&gt;or rather few months back?&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate the things you guys say and really wanting me to change.&lt;br /&gt;but seriously, I have toned down alot.&lt;br /&gt;I don't see why you guys didn't say a thing&lt;br /&gt;when I club and drink almost every night&lt;br /&gt;and only say it now?&lt;br /&gt;and yes, if you knew I smoke long ago, why didn't you say on the spot.&lt;br /&gt;yes, comparing to you all, I'm bad, rebellious 0r&lt;br /&gt;whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;comparing myself now from the past.&lt;br /&gt;I'm normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterall you all just like to make remark without understanding the whole picture.&lt;br /&gt;and for that person who actually understand most of the picture.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so disappointed in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I want to emphasize&lt;br /&gt;I'm not posting this because I'm angry of the things you all say.&lt;br /&gt;Its why people follow crowd.&lt;br /&gt;Its why wait until now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, my change may be drastic to you guys&lt;br /&gt;because you have not seen the real me.&lt;br /&gt;there is alot of thing you guys can debate with me&lt;br /&gt;like, why was i able to change for the better that time&lt;br /&gt;but I don't wish to explain stuffs from other realm to you guys.&lt;br /&gt;because you have to experience it before you understand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterall, I'm happy whith what I have now and I'm contented&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/9036240876554568801-3815839144473321731?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3815839144473321731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036240876554568801&amp;postID=3815839144473321731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/3815839144473321731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/3815839144473321731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/2009/06/whatever.html' title='whatever'/><author><name>Shyrlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717413987792646699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/SKXQ8_1YXiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DtPrpCqFEfc/S220/what+she+looking+sial.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036240876554568801.post-4916857719722035876</id><published>2009-06-02T10:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T11:20:47.523+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>The one I saw</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Sunday, met baby and char for dinner at bugis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So nice of baby to come from his work place which is at kallang.. all the way to my home which is at bt batok to fetch me for dinner just because i tell him i'm hungry. He's great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After dinner, baby have to rush back to work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so left char and i. we sit there crap abit then head to shop for baby's clothes. and I bought him 2 T from Praise, 1 Polo and Long sleeve from Topman. Price is reasonable. Then char and i began to crap again. until baby knock off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went around looking for AndyLWL &amp;amp; gf because that Hotel 81 is so established that there re too many of them and we don't know where are they.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally found them, head down to Cine as they are going for movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Char, baby and I then went to bt timah.. expecting some place to chill but ended up at the prata place again. But now I know.. Liquids Cafe! hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As usual, crap abit and went home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was a horrible night because i only fell asleep at like 5am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its like the old feeling and the old noises that made me think of so many things when my heart finally softens. When I realised and ask them to shut up because i want to sleep. I suddenly saw a bright light. so bright that i couldn't open my eyes. I closed them tight thinking that it would be darker. but it got brighter when my room was so dark. Then I saw a man wearing suit in his back view. I started asking in my mind. who are you. who are you. who are you. are you good or evil? That man then turned around to his side view but it was so bright that i couldn't see his face. I could only see moustache on his chin, his eyes was so bright and i couldn't see. Then sombody shouted Jesus and he's gone. Then it became dark as usual. I tried looking for him again. but I can't find him anymore. My room became quiet again and i fell asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036240876554568801-4916857719722035876?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4916857719722035876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036240876554568801&amp;postID=4916857719722035876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/4916857719722035876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/4916857719722035876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-i-saw.html' title='The one I saw'/><author><name>Shyrlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717413987792646699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/SKXQ8_1YXiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DtPrpCqFEfc/S220/what+she+looking+sial.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036240876554568801.post-8198780628404056918</id><published>2009-06-01T10:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T11:30:47.429+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='announcement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Birthday Celebrations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've decided to throw a mini party at 7th Haven on my birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please don't make it too big for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wahahahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Date: 19 June 2009, Friday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time: 6pm - 8pm &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Venue: Steamboat @ Bugis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Whoever can make it. you can come at 7. But you got to eat faster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time: 8pm - 3am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Venue: Kampong Bahru, 7th Haven&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Approx: 20 people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you can't make it for steamboat. Please make sure you make it for this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Exclusively once a year for you to sabo me. To those people who got cream all over by me on/not on your birthday. I know you're waiting for this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But still, although shyrlyn is brave, courageously and manly. Please be lenient on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You need to let me know how many of you are coming in order for me to make necessary preparations and resevations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who's invited?: Ashton, Alicia, Betty, Regina, Royston, Yikang, Tiffany, Chun Rong, Elyn(if you can make it), Yan Ming, Yi Xuan, Daniel, Winson, Eliz (mia so long alr, better come!), Julio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Char, Kexin, Queena, Seth Toh, Derek Lim, Andy LWL, Irene, Karen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Those who names stated here, you make sure you make it ok! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you think I've missed out your name, i give you permission to spam me, scold me. wahahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So please make yourself free that day. Also, if you want to ask your partner, your friend or whoever to come along, all are welcomed. But you have to let me know earlier. if not i can't make reservations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Latest by 8 June 2009, next monday.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks greatly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shyrlyn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036240876554568801-8198780628404056918?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8198780628404056918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036240876554568801&amp;postID=8198780628404056918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/8198780628404056918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/8198780628404056918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/2009/06/birthday-celebrations.html' title='Birthday Celebrations'/><author><name>Shyrlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717413987792646699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/SKXQ8_1YXiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DtPrpCqFEfc/S220/what+she+looking+sial.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036240876554568801.post-1941519641549150622</id><published>2009-05-28T10:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T12:18:47.756+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='announcement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Birthday Resolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My birthday is less than one month's time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm excited but not so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because, Tiffany will be back for my birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yay!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But not so excited because its my 18th birthday and i have no idea where should i celebrate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i don't wish to invite the whole world(as in alllll my friends). Probably just a few close ones? hahahha! Give me some idea please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought of chalet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but, its too troublesome. and not many can make it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Club? same lor, not all my friends can go in. I'm thinking for BRR, Regina, Betty, char and Karen(you better come!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The only place that i think is the most suitable is 7th Haven. Daniel, if you happen to read this post, you should know what to do. wahhaahah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or, shall we just go for buffet? wait, got 24hour buffet? How can i expect everyone's time to synchronise right? ahhhh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somebody! anybody! Plan for me can!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, once i planned everything. I'll post up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Back to my birthday resolution.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok, after my birthday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Will get into a new working environment. So i don't know what will it be like. I want to learn more things there and strive better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Take Driving License&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. Study next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. Revive my interest and passion for singing. Tell me, I cannot be contented. because I have not achieved something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. Finance my&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(&amp;amp; his)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; money better&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. Have a healthier lifestyle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340722205591535106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/Sh4OjLRS_gI/AAAAAAAAArI/YHXKT7vvWS8/s320/ixus990is-banner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Canon Digital IXUS 990 IS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340722207903154930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/Sh4OjT4bgvI/AAAAAAAAArQ/sRtrz2utKcA/s320/juicy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;8. Juicy Couture Wristlet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340722212883862514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 307px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/Sh4Ojmb7E_I/AAAAAAAAArY/CHnu51VQ73c/s320/aldo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Aldo Heels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;10. Many many many many dresses, dresses, dresses.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;New Wardrobe!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036240876554568801-1941519641549150622?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1941519641549150622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036240876554568801&amp;postID=1941519641549150622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/1941519641549150622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/1941519641549150622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/2009/05/birthday-resolution.html' title='Birthday Resolution'/><author><name>Shyrlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717413987792646699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/SKXQ8_1YXiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DtPrpCqFEfc/S220/what+she+looking+sial.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/Sh4OjLRS_gI/AAAAAAAAArI/YHXKT7vvWS8/s72-c/ixus990is-banner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036240876554568801.post-6226676280326511656</id><published>2009-05-26T13:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T14:30:55.629+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='complain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roberted'/><title type='text'>retard</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Went blading on Sunday at East Coast.&lt;br /&gt;It was so crowded!&lt;br /&gt;One hour blade is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;exhausted&lt;/span&gt;, sweaty sticky.&lt;br /&gt;But its fun!&lt;br /&gt;Seeing people fall down.&lt;br /&gt;*evil laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wahahaha&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blade was exceptionally heavy that left bruises on my legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;awwww&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Proceeded to the beach and chilled, did stupid stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;Went &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;IMM&lt;/span&gt; for dinner at pepper lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Proceeded to boat quay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I felt very insignificant.&lt;br /&gt;The fact is that I always put myself into other's shoes and think for them.&lt;br /&gt;But end up, no one actually spared a thought for me. I have strong belief and believe in whatever I do. As long as my conscience are clear, it doesn't matter how people look at me and think about me. But this time, I felt that my kind intentions were being jeopardise. I don't judge people. But one's impression in me will not be influenced by side talks. I observe little things myself. and I really see with my eyes. But apparently, most people are self centered and only think about themselves. I felt even more stupid when people interrogate me. Its like, yeah yeah. Who give me the rights and whatever shit. Why do I even have to answer you? Why don't you even look at the big picture and stop assuming things? It just seemed to me that you don't care how much mistakes you have done. But you just want to pin point at small things that others do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, you heartbroken? Doesn't mean that you have the RIGHT to be emotional and unreasonable. Do you think you even have the RIGHT to scream and shout at people like mad dog? Well, you were not the only one who is sad, heartbroken. Why do I see pity party within oneself. I'm not saying that everything i say is accurate and definite. But please, it still doesn't mean that the whole world owes you. You yourself knows what went wrong the most. You should to face the reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, you just wanted to vent your anger at someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I hope you truly understand who are the ones who treat you well. I hope no matter what you do in future, look at the bigger picture. Stop being a typical girl who only think about how people hurt you. Grow up and learn to think rationally and sensibly. Stop being so quick tempered (applies to myself too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Disclaimer: This is purely based on author's view. If anybody unhappy about this post, exit and don't read it. This place give me all the RIGHTS to write what I want. Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036240876554568801-6226676280326511656?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6226676280326511656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036240876554568801&amp;postID=6226676280326511656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/6226676280326511656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/6226676280326511656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/2009/05/retard.html' title='retard'/><author><name>Shyrlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717413987792646699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/SKXQ8_1YXiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DtPrpCqFEfc/S220/what+she+looking+sial.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036240876554568801.post-3201763704615559837</id><published>2009-05-25T16:56:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T18:03:06.359+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='complain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>MY TURN TO CRITICISE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This person. a man i knew few months ago.&lt;br /&gt;He's a fake freak. He's unreasonable. He's ass. He's big fat liar. He's coward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall start from the first time we meet.&lt;br /&gt;Wait.. his name is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ahpunehneh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ahpunehneh&lt;/span&gt; claims that he's rich man's son who has family business of a printing company. When I asked him which company, he said some name which i don't know and whatever &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lor&lt;/span&gt;. I don't work in this line either. My friend then ask him more as her mum needs to print a certain volume of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;namecard&lt;/span&gt;. He then gave super low quote and really present very well as if his dad really owned that company. He claims that he doesn't have to work.&lt;br /&gt;When he said that my heart was "depend on family. useless"&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I still entertained him and somewhat believed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Later on, he told me he used to gamble and lost lots of money and hence, has to work in his parent "printing company" to ear $1000 a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When he knew my friend and I was working in a car company, he tried to start a topic with us and ask us to check how much is Toyota MRS. And gave an impression that he really want to buy. Then he and his friends bragged about him taking his BMW or whatever shit deliberately &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;infront&lt;/span&gt; of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More lies coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. He say again.. that his license got confiscated due to drink driving and he really parked a MRS below his house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. He said he was a racer for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ferrari&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. There was one day when I kind of quarrel with my friend and he like to add salt add oil. like to follow crowd. Although there was already an issue with my friend and I but I all along knew he was the fire starter. Add salt add vinegar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. He's a coward because he only want to/will fight with guai guai people. This is an act of a bully!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. He is childish because he always want to fight, he has a 9 year old kid. Which he is very proud of it. Ok, its definitely good to be proud of your son. but the problem is, he is no capable in looking after his son, throw his son to his mother to look after him. And his son was born out of accident and he is really insensible to get married and gave birth to the kid at the age of 20. Mr Ahpunehneh, I really pity your son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. He's childish and immature to get married and divorce twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. He takes his friends for granted. He let his friends pay for almost everything. He is broke but still want to hangout. If his friends or whoever complains anything about it, he says that his friend is not being steady. If any of his friends ever reject his "request" or rather demand, he'll criticise the person saying that he is petty, selfish, not being steady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. He ask his friend's gf out because he says another of his friend's car is with him. He misused friendship and the word friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. He borrowed car from his friend and when he says no, he says again "you're not being steady."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. He wanted to borrow car from another friend an I told him, "you ask him yourself. I'm not sure if he's comfortable to lend." He replied with very confidence tone "He will lend me. He will not be calculative with me" He's right. Under that circumstance, that friend lent that car to him which brought us trouble! The car came back with broken windscreen, lost cashcard, $10+ worth of $1 coins was missing, one of the tyre has slight puncture, whole car was dirty and smelly, the car became a little shaky seems to be the suspension problem. The fuel was full tank that night when he borrow the car, came back in the morning left half tank. And he drove 300kmin one night. When the car came back with so many problem, his friend ask Ahpunehneh, how is it gonna be settled, Ahpunehneh said "calim your insurance lor" He is obviously not talking sense and suspected of taking drugs. This is a real shameful act but apparently he is not remorseful at all. He is shallow. he is superficial. he is dumb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A normal person will ask him to pay back. and a normal person who spoil friend's thing be it big or small will compensate. So it is only reasonable for his friend to ask him to compensate. And this shameful Ahpunehneh said "I have no money" but had the money to buy drugs. wow! great. Anyway, he dare not shout when we were faced to faced. He called me... and shouted like mad dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a shameful Ahpunehneh dog. If you don't feel so, I really think that you are 可怜 and 可悲! You have to face the consequences and be responsible for your actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever read this post, please do reflect on yourself. And your friends has done enough for you. If you're a man, stand up yourself and stop depending on others.&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/9036240876554568801-3201763704615559837?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3201763704615559837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036240876554568801&amp;postID=3201763704615559837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/3201763704615559837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/3201763704615559837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-turn-to-criticise.html' title='MY TURN TO CRITICISE'/><author><name>Shyrlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717413987792646699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/SKXQ8_1YXiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DtPrpCqFEfc/S220/what+she+looking+sial.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036240876554568801.post-5792220272856867373</id><published>2009-05-22T10:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T11:13:20.555+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>kiap kiap dum dum bring me gum gum</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Went &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Geylang&lt;/span&gt; with baby for dinner. We wanted to eat dim sum in the first place. Then he suggested crab. I was a little reluctant in the first place. because you know .. crab? must use hands &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;leh&lt;/span&gt;. nevertheless, we still head for the crab and I wasn't regret a single moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ma La Crab Ma La Crab is so so so so delicious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its more addictive than alcohol and nicotine! The moment you start, you won't want to stop!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't care! I want again! again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tiffany, we shall go there when you come back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you'll love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I personally think its way beeter than the one we ate at JB.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wahahahha&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then we head to PS for Night In the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Museum&lt;/span&gt; 2! This is freaking hilarious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and again like part 1, I like the dum dum bring me gum gum. like although he only appeared twice i think! and its not very predictable what will happen after the biggest museum in the world comes alive. I like the ka men ra. he's so stupid lar. But when they begin to fight, what was on my mind was... walao.. you all make until so messy, glass broke and everything... then what will happen when dawn.. how they clear the mess? ahahhaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ok, I think abit too much. In any case, it is too unrealistic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But do watch it! Its freaking hilarious, I promise!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wahahah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036240876554568801-5792220272856867373?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5792220272856867373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036240876554568801&amp;postID=5792220272856867373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/5792220272856867373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/5792220272856867373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/2009/05/went-geylang-with-baby-for-dinner.html' title='kiap kiap dum dum bring me gum gum'/><author><name>Shyrlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717413987792646699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/SKXQ8_1YXiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DtPrpCqFEfc/S220/what+she+looking+sial.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036240876554568801.post-7232239700149980896</id><published>2009-05-21T10:48:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T10:39:17.829+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pissed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sicked'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>The auntie you never knew.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/ShYQK0CigTI/AAAAAAAAArA/yUZNLw8wkJ0/s1600-h/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338472186248331570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/ShYQK0CigTI/AAAAAAAAArA/yUZNLw8wkJ0/s400/22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I shall not withdraw my resignation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'm so darn pissed! One moment ask me to stay, next moment treat me like shit! Hello, I don't need to stay in this type of small company when they say they adopt MNC style only to their benefit. But hey, this company is not even established to adopt MNC style. Come one, MNC has medical leave, annual leave, bonus, overtime and some even has annual vacation. So does this company even offer us such benefits that we should accept their "operation system"? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;To me, freedom at work is one thing. Benefits are another thing. Please don't bring in other things and be like an auntie nag at us for the whole day. We seriously believe that you have PMS everyday. And wait, I had so many friend who has even more freedom at work than us. Not like they have a boss sitting behind them that kp them every minute. You like to make it seemed like its all our fault, we're not appreciative and whatsoever. Asking us to hit that heaven figure quota in this market when you yourself don't even have confidence in doing it. Your high demands and conscientiousness makes no one able to work with you. and I'm happy that i actually survived so long. You are petty, you are trivial, you are grudging! You assume things, push the blames to others and super sensitive. You think you know everything. You are stingy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Stay in this company to face your ugly face.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;give me a break.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I believe I can strive better elsewhere.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I finally know and see a real man with female (auntie) characteristic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036240876554568801-7232239700149980896?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7232239700149980896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036240876554568801&amp;postID=7232239700149980896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/7232239700149980896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/7232239700149980896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/2009/05/auntie-you-never-knew.html' title='The auntie you never knew.'/><author><name>Shyrlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717413987792646699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/SKXQ8_1YXiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DtPrpCqFEfc/S220/what+she+looking+sial.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/ShYQK0CigTI/AAAAAAAAArA/yUZNLw8wkJ0/s72-c/22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036240876554568801.post-3535742417008787376</id><published>2009-05-18T11:16:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T11:58:55.370+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Too long to post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm so sorry!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My blog have been dead since i became an idler.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and many has bugged me to update, update and update.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seriously, I don't know where should I start man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like so long never blog alot of things happen leh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Start from friday then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So fridays are as usual for vocal lessons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After class, we went Singapore Flyer to watch/support Sherlyn's performance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at this bitro bar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There were reporters there I think. They were interviewing her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hmm.. quite cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I left shortly after as my evil baby came to fetch me and we went bq.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Waited for Andy and partner to reach and dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We headed to Shebang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as usual, drank a little, sing a little, played cards a little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Afterthat, Adrian came down, supper and home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is a tiring day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sat.. Woke up at 12 plus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Headed to Bedok int for lunch with baby and Char &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and down to Brenda's house for cookie baking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The cookies are delicious and beautiful! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Until 6+ at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We then head down to Clarke quay to meet ... that don't know what name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sat at riverside... chilled for few hours and then to Long John for dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Accompanied Char to take bus as my "shi jian duo de shi"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hhahahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then met baby at bq.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went to Shebang again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with Andy, Adrian, Robin, Ray and partner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As usual, drank a little, sang a little, played cards a little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then supper at Adrian's house downstairs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ate halfway suddenly got storm and rained heavily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And there was volcano that was about to erupt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sun .. First meal of the day.. Ma La Steamboat at bugis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then went to chinatown as Adrian had a $10000 deal and need to go sign contract. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;While baby went to the mst popular $6 saloon to cut his ShowLuo's hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahaha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After all's done, headed to Lunar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Drinks sucked. Live band sucked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Old songs all the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Still got shang hai tan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Service is the worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can you imagine all the ah tiongs there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And what? Y2 will be the this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Like! WTH. Why this place?!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the 2 lead singer talk alot of nonsense!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Catched Angels and Demon after that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hmmm.. actually I was super tired and.... I dozed off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oops.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its too comfortable leh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;awwww...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and reached home at 430AM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AHHHH. I want to sleep now!!!!~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036240876554568801-3535742417008787376?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3535742417008787376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036240876554568801&amp;postID=3535742417008787376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/3535742417008787376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/3535742417008787376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/2009/05/too-long-to-post.html' title='Too long to post'/><author><name>Shyrlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717413987792646699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/SKXQ8_1YXiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DtPrpCqFEfc/S220/what+she+looking+sial.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036240876554568801.post-4906415407925360982</id><published>2009-04-14T10:57:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T23:03:31.412+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Idler who watched lots of movie within a month.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Officially announce that I'm a idler. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm supposed to be working but for the past 30mins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, let me just post about the movies I've watched recently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alright, this will be a long one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Coming Soon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Horror, Thai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plot:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Shane (Chantawit Tanasaewe), a young projectionist, decides to join Yod's (Worakan Rojanawat) mission to illegally record a newly released horror movie. Shane falls asleep during the screening and wakes up to find that Yod had already disappeared and left his camera behind. Suddenly, the horror movie that they were watching in the cinema begins to happen to them in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is the worse horror movie i've watched. The horror scenes are hilarious. It doesn't feel eerie at all. The actors are really bad. The visual is bad. The sound effect is bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But still, got to give some credit to its creative plot. So average.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And male lead and female lead are good look ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ending so sad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Slumdog millionaire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Comedy, Hindi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plot:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Jamal Malik, an 18 year-old orphan from the slums of Mumbai is about to experience the biggest day of his life. With the whole nation watching, he is just one question away from winning a staggering 20 million rupees on India's "Who Wants to be a Millionaire?". But when the show breaks for the night, police arrest him on suspicion of cheating. Jamal proves his innocence by telling the story of his life in the slum where he and his brother grew up. Each chapter of his story reveals the key to the answer to each one of the game show's questions. When the new day dawns and Jamal returns to answer the final question, the Inspector and sixty million viewers are about to find out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Think I don't have to comment on this movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I laugh till i teared when that like boy jumped into the puddle of shit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAHA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Great. 8/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Street Fighter: The Legend of Chun-li&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Action, English&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plot:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Adapted from the famous series of fighting video games by Capcom, " Street Fighter: The Legend of Chun Li" focuses its story on the undercover Interpol agent, female fighter Chun-Li as she falls in the quest of finding justice after she found out that her father is murdered. The movie was shoot in numerous locations include Bangkok, Thailand, Hong Kong and Vancouver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I kind of like this movie because Chun-li is prettay! hahah! and the way they fight. like won't die one. hahah. didn't really care how the scenes jump about. I just like it. Every scene just make me look forward to the next scene although its quite predictable. yeah. not a super fantastic movie though! Visual, sound effect, actors all pretty good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Race to witch mountain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Action, english&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plot:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;A modern re-imagining of its classic 1975 adventure movie "Escape to Witch Mountain," about a pair of siblings, endowed with paranormal powers, who goes on a run from a diabolical group of men who wish to exploit their abilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So-so movie. with good sound effect, good visual. but i don't understand why is it witch mountain cause i thought the two character are aliens? hahaha. anyway, I think the plot is kiddish. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nevertheless, the actions are still exciting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Detriot Metal City&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Comedy, Japanese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plot:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Soichi Negishi moved to Tokyo to chase his dream of becoming a musician playing stylish, Swedish-style pop. Instead, he finds himself leading the death metal band Detroit Metal City as the costumed and grotesquely made-up "demon emperor" Johannes Krauser II. Although he hates the role and the things he has to do as a member of the band, he definitely has a talent for it. Adapted from the hit Japanese comic book by Kiminori Wakasugi, the movie follows Negishi's antics as he tries to reconcile the two very different sides of his life and find out what it really means to achieve his dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh god, this is freaking hilarious!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That freaking vocalist of DMC is a sissy when he's not singing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Basically, laughed the whole movie out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAHA! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I was kind of influenced to appreciate heavy metal after the movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good visuals, good sound effect, nice plot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Great. 9/10!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. The Shinjuku incident&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Action, Mandarin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plot:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;In the early 1990's, a tractor mechanic from China nicknamed Steelhead illegally enters Japan to search for his girlfriend. To make ends meet, he joins his friend in Shinjuku in doing menial labour. Steelhead finds out that his girlfriend has married Eguchi, a Japanese Yakuza leader. Steelhead decides to stay on in Japan and work for Eguchi as a hitman. Soon, Steelhead gets used to the power and finds himself embroiled so deeply in the ways of the underworld that there is no turning back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One of Jacky Chan's not-so-good movie. Not much actions involved. Like, how come Jacky Chan never fight this time round. And it seemed like everything went too smooth and easy. And the movie ended with everybody dying. yup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Sniper&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thriller, mandrin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plot:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;H&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;artman (Richie Ren) is renowned as the top shooter in the police force but he hides a secret past - his former teammate and superb marksman Lincoln (Huang Xiaoming) was jailed for a mysterious case of accidentally killing a hostage and has now just been released. With only vengeance in his mind, Lincoln takes on Hartman and the police, believing they betrayed him. When a high-security prisoner transfer is sabotaged by an unknown sniper and a high profile convict escapes, young upstart OJ (Edison Chen), the hot-headed rookie on the team, surprises everyone by accurately replicating the suspect's impossible shots. A battle of wits ensues as OJ becomes fascinated with Lincoln's skills yet bound by Hartman's rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its quite a melodramatic movie. like how the hell can they be so accurate with gunshot?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;haha. and its rather draggy. but overall its still not bad. the effect of a thriller is still there. And they looked so cool being the sniper. ahahha. Good visual, sound effect and actors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Knowing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thriller, English&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plot:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;When a teacher (Nicolas Cage) opens a time capsule that was dug up recently in his son's elementary school, he discovers that it contains some chilling and strange predictions about the future. Some events have already occurred and some are yet to unfold. The discoveries soon lead him into believing that his family plays a role in the events that are about to unfold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is a so unpredictable movie. I love the front part of the movie being a little eerie and exciting. I like Nicolas' son. aww, he's cute. "I'm not a kid anymore" when he only in elementary? anyway, please leave the cinema before the ending. I swear you'll hate this movie when it ends. its horribly lame! but still credit to its plot. Its seriously not one of nicolas cage's good movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Fast and Furious&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tonight, I'm coming!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036240876554568801-4906415407925360982?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4906415407925360982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036240876554568801&amp;postID=4906415407925360982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/4906415407925360982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/4906415407925360982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/2009/04/idler-who-watched-lots-of-movie-within.html' title='Idler who watched lots of movie within a month.'/><author><name>Shyrlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717413987792646699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/SKXQ8_1YXiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DtPrpCqFEfc/S220/what+she+looking+sial.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036240876554568801.post-1276189927747248543</id><published>2009-04-10T05:18:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T03:10:16.051+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>who is ahwu?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, blog is to let people read.&lt;br /&gt;and my friends have been asking me how come I don't blog so often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because, i'm lazy to post about my daily routine.&lt;br /&gt;and don't wish so loud everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, since people are keen to know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahwu is a special man.&lt;br /&gt;He is one who i don't know how to decribe.&lt;br /&gt;one who i never really seen before.&lt;br /&gt;one who is sincere and genuine than anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;one knows my heart.&lt;br /&gt;one who brings out my laughter again.&lt;br /&gt;one who cured my insomnia.&lt;br /&gt;one who care for me.&lt;br /&gt;one who loves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ahwu is my boyfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and i so appreciate him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i love you, baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036240876554568801-1276189927747248543?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1276189927747248543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036240876554568801&amp;postID=1276189927747248543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/1276189927747248543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/1276189927747248543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/2009/04/who-is-ahwu.html' title='who is ahwu?'/><author><name>Shyrlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717413987792646699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/SKXQ8_1YXiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DtPrpCqFEfc/S220/what+she+looking+sial.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036240876554568801.post-5810195196831673336</id><published>2009-04-06T02:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T02:24:34.947+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Dilema</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;原本以为大家都不了解我的感受&lt;br /&gt;但事实证明大家都跌倒过&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;原来只是自己傻。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;那为什么他们能够爬起来，&lt;br /&gt;我却不能？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;或许是因为我太执着?&lt;br /&gt;但我似乎找到了我的答案。&lt;br /&gt;也证明了我的觉定是错的？&lt;br /&gt;所以我应该回到原点从新开始，&lt;br /&gt;还是继续往我的无镜头走下去？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;但是在我下决定前，&lt;br /&gt;我不是已经料到会有这一天吗？&lt;br /&gt;而竟然我还是做了这个决定，&lt;br /&gt;这又代表什么？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;我把他当成什么呢？&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;况且就算现在从新开始，&lt;br /&gt;我也不能保证同样的事不会再发生。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036240876554568801-5810195196831673336?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5810195196831673336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036240876554568801&amp;postID=5810195196831673336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/5810195196831673336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/5810195196831673336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/2009/04/dilema.html' title='Dilema'/><author><name>Shyrlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717413987792646699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/SKXQ8_1YXiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DtPrpCqFEfc/S220/what+she+looking+sial.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036240876554568801.post-3979924165984360840</id><published>2009-03-31T12:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T13:02:26.728+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sigh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Friends?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friends come and go but not many can last. It is definitely an important part of our life. We spend all our life with friends and some spend half of their life seeking true friendship. Some may not even be able to find one. And many do not know the significance of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To say, man and woman are like mars VS venus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What about man and man, woman and woman?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To think about it, how many of your friends can you accept if they have different values and perspective of you? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Does it mean that you must not only accept but agree with all that your friend does even if its wrong?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or does it mean that you musn't agree with your friend when they are wrong?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Does it mean that a friend should be treated like how he/she wants to be treated?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or does it mean that a friend should be treated like we want them to treat us?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How important is it that if one talks about trust and loyalty?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To me, it is important. But people have different difinition for it. Trust will only exist when it is vice versa. Loyalty is not to stay loyal and side/cover up your friend forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So what does it mean by a friend?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A heart is more important.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My conscience are still clear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ultimately, who is the cause for all this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No matter how much I did not agree with your actions, I still accepted it. But have you ever heed my advise? You call it trust towards a friend?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036240876554568801-3979924165984360840?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3979924165984360840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036240876554568801&amp;postID=3979924165984360840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/3979924165984360840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/3979924165984360840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/2009/03/friends.html' title='Friends?'/><author><name>Shyrlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717413987792646699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/SKXQ8_1YXiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DtPrpCqFEfc/S220/what+she+looking+sial.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036240876554568801.post-559717638171874604</id><published>2009-03-23T13:47:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T00:10:07.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;And he said,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be in good hands&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with him ... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036240876554568801-559717638171874604?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/559717638171874604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036240876554568801&amp;postID=559717638171874604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/559717638171874604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/559717638171874604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/2009/03/and-he-said-ill-be-in-good-hands-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Shyrlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717413987792646699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/SKXQ8_1YXiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DtPrpCqFEfc/S220/what+she+looking+sial.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036240876554568801.post-1881478166417511956</id><published>2009-03-11T22:16:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T22:40:55.284+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='way too random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>shyrlyn again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Shyrlyn&lt;/span&gt; is bored again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Shyrlyn&lt;/span&gt; is broke again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Shyrlyn&lt;/span&gt; is being random again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Shyrlyn&lt;/span&gt; indecisive upon which song to choose again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Shyrlyn&lt;/span&gt; is thinking of him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Shyrlyn&lt;/span&gt; is pissed again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Shyrlyn&lt;/span&gt; is feeling frustrated again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Shyrlyn&lt;/span&gt; is having insomnia again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Shyrlyn&lt;/span&gt; is gaining weight again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Shyrlyn&lt;/span&gt; is having the craze to buy heels again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Shyrlyn&lt;/span&gt; is craving for potatoes again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Shyrlyn&lt;/span&gt; is bewildered again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Shyrlyn&lt;/span&gt; is getting impatient again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Shyrlyn&lt;/span&gt; is getting insensible again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Shyrlyn&lt;/span&gt; is being bad-tempered again.&lt;br /&gt;Shyrlyn is getting wilful again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shyrlyn is here again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;HAHAHAHA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036240876554568801-1881478166417511956?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1881478166417511956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036240876554568801&amp;postID=1881478166417511956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/1881478166417511956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/1881478166417511956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/2009/03/shyrlyn-again.html' title='shyrlyn again'/><author><name>Shyrlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717413987792646699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/SKXQ8_1YXiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DtPrpCqFEfc/S220/what+she+looking+sial.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036240876554568801.post-4406911975075679747</id><published>2009-03-09T22:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T22:38:02.200+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grossed'/><title type='text'>Are you one of them?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What's with those guys who drive their SECOND hand car and goes around hooking up girls?&lt;br /&gt;Not all girls are superficial, materialistic, pratical or whatever you name it.&lt;br /&gt;The main thing is, some guys out there has the cheek to create false stories of anything and everything. Not only they try to lift up their status. They tries so hard to put their own long-termed friends down just because he's jealous. Even giving the fact that he's rich.&lt;br /&gt;Hello, so what if you're rich? A moment of investments would not last you for long. Being so so proud will just bring your downfall. Even if you're rich, that doesn't give you the right to put your friend down. that doesn't give you the right to 挑拨离间！&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, you can pay for all the bills, open so many bottles, buying so many brandeds to show off your money and status. That still doesn't give you the right to treat other "lower status" people as dog.&lt;br /&gt;You should just bloody wake up your idea because you won't know when you'll die out of being proud. Stop acting like a king as if everybody in the worls has to listen to you.&lt;br /&gt;You're just rich out of some short-term investment. And you'll lose all your money one fine day to your pride, status, girls and your brandeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In this era, there's no longer such thing as different classes of status. So don't act like you're from a different class when you're not!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036240876554568801-4406911975075679747?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4406911975075679747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036240876554568801&amp;postID=4406911975075679747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/4406911975075679747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/4406911975075679747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/2009/03/are-you-one-of-them.html' title='Are you one of them?'/><author><name>Shyrlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717413987792646699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/SKXQ8_1YXiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DtPrpCqFEfc/S220/what+she+looking+sial.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036240876554568801.post-4238480308428242569</id><published>2009-03-07T13:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T14:10:57.377+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='合音天使，Ocean Butterflies&apos;'/><title type='text'>我很机车</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Boogie-woogie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Country blues&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Delta blues&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Electric blues&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jump blues&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Electronic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ambient&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;          o Dark ambient&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Breakbeat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dance&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;                    o Big beat&lt;br /&gt;           o Dubstep&lt;br /&gt;                    o Drum and bass&lt;br /&gt;                               + Darkcore&lt;br /&gt;           o Electroclash&lt;br /&gt;                    o Eurodance&lt;br /&gt;                    o Gabba&lt;br /&gt;                    o Garage&lt;br /&gt;                    o Goa trance&lt;br /&gt;                 + Psychedelic trance&lt;br /&gt;           o Happy hardcore&lt;br /&gt;           o Hardcore techno&lt;br /&gt;                    o Hi-NRG&lt;br /&gt;                    o House&lt;br /&gt;                  + Ambient house&lt;br /&gt;                  + Italo house&lt;br /&gt;                                 + Acid house&lt;br /&gt;           o IDM&lt;br /&gt;                    o Spacesynth&lt;br /&gt;                    o Tecktonik&lt;br /&gt;                    o Trance&lt;br /&gt;                                 + Acid&lt;br /&gt;                                 + Classic&lt;br /&gt;                                 + Euro&lt;br /&gt;                  + Hard&lt;br /&gt;                                 + Hardstyle&lt;br /&gt;                  + Progressive trance&lt;br /&gt;                                 + Tech&lt;br /&gt;                                 + Uplifting&lt;br /&gt;                                 + Vocal&lt;br /&gt;                    o Electro&lt;br /&gt;                    o Electronica&lt;br /&gt;                    o Rave&lt;br /&gt;                    o Techno&lt;br /&gt;                                 + Acid breaks&lt;br /&gt;           o Trip hop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Downbeat&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Glitch&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Industrial music&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Progressive electronic&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hip hop/Rap music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chicano Rap&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Crunk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dirty rap and Pornocore&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;East coast hip hop&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gangsta rap&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;                      o G-funk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gime&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Miami bass&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Political hip hop&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Turntablism&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;West coast hip hop&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;    World hip hop&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;              o African hip hop&lt;br /&gt;              o Asian hip hop&lt;br /&gt;              o Australian hip hop&lt;br /&gt;                       o European hip hop&lt;br /&gt;                                    + British hip hop&lt;br /&gt;              o Middle Eastern hip hop&lt;br /&gt;                       o North America&lt;br /&gt;                     + Canadian hip hop&lt;br /&gt;                     + Mexican hip hop&lt;br /&gt;                       o New Zealand hip hop&lt;br /&gt;                       o South American hip hop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reggaeton&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jazz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Acid jazz&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Asian American jazz&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Avant-garde jazz&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bebop&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Big band&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Crossover jazz&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dixieland&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Calypso jazz&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chamber jazz&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cool jazz&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Free jazz&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gypsy jazz&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hard bop&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jazz blues&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jazz-funk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jazz fusion&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jazz rap&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Latin jazz&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mainstream jazz&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mini-jazz&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Modal jazz&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;M-Base&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nu jazz&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Smooth jazz&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Soul jazz&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Swing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trad jazz&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;West Coast jazz&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Latin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Salsa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Merengue&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Modern folk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Folk metal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Folk rock&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Folktronica&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Indie folk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Neofolk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Progressive folk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pop folk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;New Age&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- New Age Punk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reggae&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 tone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dancehall&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dub&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lovers Rock&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ragga&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ska&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rhythm and blues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Contemporary R&amp;amp;B&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Doo wop&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Funk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;New jack swing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Soul&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;                     o Northern Soul&lt;br /&gt;                     o Neo Soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Urban contemporary&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Alternative rock&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;                    o Britpop&lt;br /&gt;                    o Dream pop&lt;br /&gt;                    o Gothic rock&lt;br /&gt;                    o Grunge&lt;br /&gt;                 + Post-Grunge&lt;br /&gt;           o Indie rock&lt;br /&gt;                 + C86&lt;br /&gt;                    o Industrial rock&lt;br /&gt;                    o Indie pop&lt;br /&gt;                    o Madchester&lt;br /&gt;           o Post-rock&lt;br /&gt;                    o Shoegazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blues-rock&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;C-Rock&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dark cabaret&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Desert rock&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Garage Rock&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Glam rock&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hard rock&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Heavy metal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;                      o Black metal&lt;br /&gt;                      o Death metal&lt;br /&gt;             o Doom metal&lt;br /&gt;                      o Folk metal&lt;br /&gt;             o Glam metal&lt;br /&gt;                      o Gothic metal&lt;br /&gt;                      o Grindcore&lt;br /&gt;             o Groove metal&lt;br /&gt;             o Industrial metal&lt;br /&gt;                      o Metalcore&lt;br /&gt;             o Nu metal&lt;br /&gt;                      o Power metal&lt;br /&gt;                      o Progressive metal&lt;br /&gt;             o Rap metal&lt;br /&gt;                      o Sludge metal&lt;br /&gt;                      o Speed metal&lt;br /&gt;                      o Symphonic metal&lt;br /&gt;                      o Thrash metal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;J-Rock&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;New Wave&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Paisley Underground&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Power pop&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Progressive rock&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Psychedelic rock&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;               o Acid rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Punk rock&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;                        o Anarcho punk&lt;br /&gt;                      + Crust punk&lt;br /&gt;                        o Deathrock&lt;br /&gt;               o Emo&lt;br /&gt;                        o Hardcore punk&lt;br /&gt;                      + Post-hardcore&lt;br /&gt;               o Pop punk&lt;br /&gt;                        o Post-punk&lt;br /&gt;                        o Psychobilly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rap rock&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;                        o Rapcore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rock and roll&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;                        o Rockabilly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Southern rock&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Surf rock&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036240876554568801-4238480308428242569?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4238480308428242569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036240876554568801&amp;postID=4238480308428242569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/4238480308428242569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/4238480308428242569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='我很机车'/><author><name>Shyrlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717413987792646699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/SKXQ8_1YXiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DtPrpCqFEfc/S220/what+she+looking+sial.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036240876554568801.post-6891438113252943086</id><published>2009-03-06T02:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T02:46:31.552+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roberted'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pissed'/><title type='text'>Pissed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so pissed.&lt;br /&gt;so pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put every issue aside.&lt;br /&gt;I just cannot stand people raising their voice at me for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;the problem is.&lt;br /&gt;no matter what it is, we can talk&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; nicely&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i mean, screaming and shouting at me will not change a single thing.&lt;br /&gt;because i don't like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you weren't someone a little more special&lt;br /&gt;i will seriously scream and shout at you back 10 times the way you did.&lt;br /&gt;trust me.&lt;br /&gt;I was alr on the verge of doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterall, you're not anyone to me.&lt;br /&gt;right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this particular person, thinks that he/she doesn't owe me an apology.&lt;br /&gt;I would say, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;I don't give a damn.&lt;br /&gt;so wtf.&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/9036240876554568801-6891438113252943086?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6891438113252943086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036240876554568801&amp;postID=6891438113252943086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/6891438113252943086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/6891438113252943086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/2009/03/pissed.html' title='Pissed'/><author><name>Shyrlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717413987792646699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/SKXQ8_1YXiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DtPrpCqFEfc/S220/what+she+looking+sial.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036240876554568801.post-935725725979951727</id><published>2009-03-04T14:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T14:26:48.231+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='way too random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>random random random...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm bored I'm bored I'm bored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm so bored in office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm so gonna die of liver failure soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or maybe gastric cancer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;siao...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036240876554568801-935725725979951727?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/935725725979951727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036240876554568801&amp;postID=935725725979951727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/935725725979951727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/935725725979951727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/2009/03/random-random-random.html' title='random random random...'/><author><name>Shyrlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717413987792646699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/SKXQ8_1YXiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DtPrpCqFEfc/S220/what+she+looking+sial.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036240876554568801.post-1452157992211083014</id><published>2009-02-16T02:20:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T04:10:04.579+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Finally Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;YES!!!&lt;br /&gt;Its over its over!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never felt so so happy before after Valentine's!&lt;br /&gt;wahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I'm not facing roses roses roses!&lt;br /&gt;Please let me die for the roses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been handling bulks of roses like for the pass 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;I mean handling!&lt;br /&gt;Clearing leafs, cutting torns, cutting stalks, bunching up, wrapping up&lt;br /&gt;when I'm so super sick.&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roses makes me headache.&lt;br /&gt;real headache lar.&lt;br /&gt;Pushing people to buy my roses is worse!&lt;br /&gt;I'm so titled as "business minded" or rather money face.&lt;br /&gt;bad bad.&lt;br /&gt;That's just for the interest for my partners and myself lar.&lt;br /&gt;whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright... there's still like 900+ roses at home...&lt;br /&gt;OMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall stop ranting about rose.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like puking alr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so on the actual Vday...&lt;br /&gt;I went to Timbre ...&lt;br /&gt;shan't say the unhappy stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;ok, was really fun there cause somebody went up on stage to perform.&lt;br /&gt;one word to describe. ZAI~&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Although there were actually some dark scenes in the toilet!&lt;br /&gt;wahahahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.. following programs were screwed.&lt;br /&gt;that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036240876554568801-1452157992211083014?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1452157992211083014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036240876554568801&amp;postID=1452157992211083014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/1452157992211083014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Walao, everyone get into very singer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sians...&lt;br /&gt;er, thats not what i mean though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to all of you first k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sian sian sian...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then advance course I'll be darn darn darn sian right?&lt;br /&gt;provided if i pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left with pathetic Sophia, Royston and me!&lt;br /&gt;so ke lians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If merge class would be what?&lt;br /&gt;Royston, Sophia, Esther, Yan Ming, Elyn, Eliz, Winson?&lt;br /&gt;:(:(:(:(:(&lt;br /&gt;I DON"T WANT~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okok.. sorry sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Its not that i don't love you guys.&lt;br /&gt;Just that I love the girls more and I MISS THEM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can i disturb during class?&lt;br /&gt;Who can I laugh to during class?&lt;br /&gt;Who will brooommm laoshi with me during class?&lt;br /&gt;Who will say ji che laoshi during class?&lt;br /&gt;Wo will on supper with me after class?&lt;br /&gt;Who will sit at prata place, listen to my high pitch laughter for so long?&lt;br /&gt;Who else gonna laugh at royston's evil in class jokes?&lt;br /&gt;Whose gonna be that men sao?!!&lt;br /&gt;Whose gonna debate scientifically all that way to make winson shut?&lt;br /&gt;Whose gonna gossip with me?&lt;br /&gt;Who gonna suan laoshi with me for wearing the same clothes?&lt;br /&gt;Laoshi is gonna go one big round to send the few people home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;But i supposed I still got to be happy for you guys.&lt;br /&gt;because 你们做到了！&lt;br /&gt;Good start,&lt;br /&gt;continue to move on and improve too&lt;br /&gt;I'll be supporting all of you!&lt;br /&gt;all the best for your music journey!&lt;br /&gt;go go jiayou~&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/9036240876554568801-7471449090425921064?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7471449090425921064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036240876554568801&amp;postID=7471449090425921064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/7471449090425921064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/7471449090425921064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/2009/02/sad-but-happy.html' title='sad but happy'/><author><name>Shyrlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717413987792646699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/SKXQ8_1YXiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DtPrpCqFEfc/S220/what+she+looking+sial.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036240876554568801.post-2487460900593440131</id><published>2009-02-11T17:30:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T17:55:33.345+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='way too random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>random.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm sick I'm sick I'm sick again.&lt;br /&gt;so i'm staying at home on a wed night.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, healthy life right.&lt;br /&gt;yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I so hate last wed.&lt;br /&gt;so its good to stay at home today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having fever!&lt;br /&gt;I lost my voice!&lt;br /&gt;All thanks to ah soon!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some evil people are asking me to go K at this state.&lt;br /&gt;so bad so bad so bad.&lt;br /&gt;You know who you are!&lt;br /&gt;no matter what, I'm still your lucky star and your benefactor!&lt;br /&gt;you better becareful!&lt;br /&gt;wahahahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talking about that day...&lt;br /&gt;I hit my leg against heartbroker's bedframe..&lt;br /&gt;and the bruise is still here!&lt;br /&gt;OMG!!&lt;br /&gt;Its freaking big and ugly now!&lt;br /&gt;ASS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;its fact that i love to laugh&lt;br /&gt;be it the laughter is real or fake.&lt;br /&gt;hahahahaha!~&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/9036240876554568801-2487460900593440131?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/SKXQ8_1YXiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DtPrpCqFEfc/S220/what+she+looking+sial.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036240876554568801.post-3380758065125593081</id><published>2009-02-09T03:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T03:57:43.602+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='announcement'/><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As Valentine's Day is coming, I hope little token like this will improve your relationship the rest of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A special day of the year for all couples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sincere and warm blessings to all couples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I present &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://redrosiery.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;REDROSIERY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sincere rose, a sincere heart.&lt;br /&gt;Thats all you need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless.&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/9036240876554568801-3380758065125593081?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3380758065125593081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036240876554568801&amp;postID=3380758065125593081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/3380758065125593081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>woohoo~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm in office now~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;okay, just came back from phuture lar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Having the thought of saving a little cab fare, decided to come back office to rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and also to work a little more because i've been late almost everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well well.. I'm freaking pissed today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YES, I nearly created an ugly scene in the club today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all the freaking ah tiongs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I swear... I will slap you if you ever let me see you the next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I mean it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please, ah tiong are strictly banned!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;freaking stingy and expect me to drink a drink that you drank before?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;expecting me to dance with you when you freaking dance retardedly?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Try speaking english when you can never get rid of your cheena slang?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;touching girls around like nobody's business?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wtfwtfwtf.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You bloody ah tiongs should either go back to china or go geylang to find your tong xiang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ASS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WAHAHAH! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, enough of ranting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just thought of something i want to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;royston, my friend got 15 alarms!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;win you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wahahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and and, somebody please plan and sabo royston the next time we meet him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, I'm tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I miss him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alright, shall go take a nap now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036240876554568801-7684906877101440121?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7684906877101440121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036240876554568801&amp;postID=7684906877101440121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/7684906877101440121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/7684906877101440121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/2009/02/woohoo.html' title='woohoo~'/><author><name>Shyrlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717413987792646699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/SKXQ8_1YXiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DtPrpCqFEfc/S220/what+she+looking+sial.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036240876554568801.post-4774280041121392253</id><published>2009-02-03T11:32:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T11:52:21.621+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='合音天使，Ocean Butterflies&apos;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singing'/><title type='text'>whatever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm bored &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm bored &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm bored&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss hyts ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss supper ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss broom broom laoshi ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss wewe too ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss lesson ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I WANT GO KTV!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036240876554568801-4774280041121392253?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4774280041121392253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036240876554568801&amp;postID=4774280041121392253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/4774280041121392253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/4774280041121392253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/2009/02/whatever.html' title='whatever'/><author><name>Shyrlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717413987792646699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/SKXQ8_1YXiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DtPrpCqFEfc/S220/what+she+looking+sial.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036240876554568801.post-7923608176590435665</id><published>2009-01-26T18:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T18:58:21.597+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>to whatever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;我没有期待什么&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;我没有奢望什么&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;只是单纯的喜欢&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not write it here delibrately to let people read.&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know that I have no other intentions.&lt;br /&gt;not at all. not anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted to move on.&lt;br /&gt;But again, its not what I can control.&lt;br /&gt;Though I thought I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just cannot imagine myself doing such a stupid thing at this stage!&lt;br /&gt;I could choose among so many and why did I even choose to like the most common person on street I can ever know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know me long enough, I am probably the most practicle person you will ever know when comes to relationship. its just so not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;My decision is i'm not gonna control my feelings in whatever ways.&lt;br /&gt;but I will not try to do anything to go after &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036240876554568801-7923608176590435665?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/SKXQ8_1YXiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DtPrpCqFEfc/S220/what+she+looking+sial.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036240876554568801.post-5889054984299409993</id><published>2009-01-26T16:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T17:26:42.960+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='announcement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='argh'/><title type='text'>恭喜发财</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know I have MIA-ed quite some time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, Happy Chinese New Year to everybody.&lt;br /&gt;Whilst others are out bai nian-ing.&lt;br /&gt;I stayed at home to sleep on a 大年初一&lt;br /&gt;and blog.&lt;br /&gt;wahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I hanged last night and only reached home at 12pm just now.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I supposed last night was a wasted trip cause we did nothing much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wanted to go over to explanade for some squeezing at countdown but the girls were late as usual. so by the time everyone reached we're only there on time to see people walking out, people arguing with ke lian traffic police who has to work on a Chinese New Year Eve. hahaha! By the time we reached, some have to leave so the 4 of us squeezed in the chained chairs outside Gelare infront of the mini Merlion and started playing poker while waiting for Mr Ashley to finish movie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then headed to Fullerton Hotel to sit sit at sofa and continue waiting for Mr Ashley to call. Then, we walked down to McDonalds to eat and continue waiting. He finally came and he wants to wait for his friend again.&lt;br /&gt;ARGH!!! what is this?!!!&lt;br /&gt;So we continued playing poker all the way until 4plus AM and heading to raining bar for a drink and a couple of games.&lt;br /&gt;so sian so sian so sian the whole night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left the bar at 6 then that stupid Ashley that made us waited and waited suggested LAN at Katong?! siao right.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, in the end we decided to go his house to play Simsons Monopoly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, we didn't play monopoly ....&lt;br /&gt;end up me and him sit at living room talk rubbish and rubbish ....&lt;br /&gt;until 11am the I leave for home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its such a unproductive and unfruitful and unfulfilling and unwhateve day out.&lt;br /&gt;waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;The night was simply waiting and poker and waiting and waiting!&lt;br /&gt;I HATE WAITING.&lt;br /&gt;hahahha~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finish ranting on a 大年初一&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;People!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY COMP IS FINALLY DONE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lastly, &lt;span style="font-family:simsun;"&gt;恭喜发财万事如意&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036240876554568801-5889054984299409993?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5889054984299409993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036240876554568801&amp;postID=5889054984299409993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/5889054984299409993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/5889054984299409993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='恭喜发财'/><author><name>Shyrlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717413987792646699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/SKXQ8_1YXiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DtPrpCqFEfc/S220/what+she+looking+sial.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036240876554568801.post-3261717877667476843</id><published>2009-01-21T11:32:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T12:14:29.858+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>AHHHHH</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't stand it anymore anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;can't stand it when i can't online every night!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahaahha..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so i've been hanging out almost everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not gonna rant about where i go and what i do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;well well.. I can't stand it anymore because i haven't been blogging for ages. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and obviously, i think its dying without me knowing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ok, let's start from don't know when..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm attracted to a don't know what guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I don't know why am i even attracted to that ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I want to know the reason too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ever since then, i wanted to avoid that ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and act like i didn't say anything.. like nothing happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;little did i expect ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;我做 &lt;s&gt;不&lt;/s&gt; 到&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I wanted to stop myself because I know there is another person involved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and I didn't want to step in and make things more more complicated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I know how much is your expectations upon her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;so is mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Its ok if i'm not your cup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Its also ok if you're attracted to some others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;just keep this as a secret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036240876554568801-3261717877667476843?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/SKXQ8_1YXiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DtPrpCqFEfc/S220/what+she+looking+sial.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036240876554568801.post-2117528598225041138</id><published>2009-01-14T17:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T17:14:00.486+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depressed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='argh'/><title type='text'>Give up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;giveup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;giveup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;giveup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;giveup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;giveup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;giveup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;giveup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;giveup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;giveup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;giveup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;giveup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;giveup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;giveup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;giveup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;giveup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;giveup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;giveup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;giveup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;giveup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;giveup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;giveup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;giveup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;giveup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;giveup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;giveup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;giveup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;giveup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;giveup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;giveup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;giveup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;giveup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;giveup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;giveup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;giveup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;giveup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;giveup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;giveup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;giveup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;giveup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;giveup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;giveup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;giveup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;giveup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;giveup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;giveup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036240876554568801-2117528598225041138?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2117528598225041138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036240876554568801&amp;postID=2117528598225041138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dying'/><title type='text'>I don't know what to blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I so want to blog about the success for ok &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;vocal exam cum PK night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But well, I believe all those could be found in most blogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, what about my education?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanted to post a long long post but I'm so not in the mood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;/AHH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;now I feel like dying ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm so not ok &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;really not ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;extremely not ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036240876554568801-6126799244570602947?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6126799244570602947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036240876554568801&amp;postID=6126799244570602947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/6126799244570602947'/><link rel='self' 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term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ocean Butterflies&apos;'/><title type='text'>Late New Year Resolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;9 days after 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, I haven't done up my new year resolution.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So what now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ahhhh...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2009 will be a slow year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Economy slowwwww...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My mind is blocked now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I shall do my resolution next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stop procratinating!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have so many photos i want to post for Steamboat @ regina's house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But, I'm so lazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I should give it a miss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;TGIF!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yay!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today is vocal exammmmm ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;/grrr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036240876554568801-8905193523788563611?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8905193523788563611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036240876554568801&amp;postID=8905193523788563611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/8905193523788563611'/><link rel='self' 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afterall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've always wanted to sign up nuffnung.&lt;br /&gt;But i'm so lazy to do it.&lt;br /&gt;hahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, finally I'm done doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, if you noticed that someone actually asked me about that IP...&lt;br /&gt;Its that &lt;a href="http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/2008/11/please-laugh-after-reading-it-hahahah.html"&gt;Stupid-proud-ass-Dan&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Is he spamming again?&lt;br /&gt;I so want to see what "she" spam again.&lt;br /&gt;wahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so so... i haven't been home since wed.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm still at regina's house.&lt;br /&gt;OMG...&lt;br /&gt;I want to go home!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall post up photos for friday sooon..&lt;br /&gt;wahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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afterall'/><author><name>Shyrlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717413987792646699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/SKXQ8_1YXiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DtPrpCqFEfc/S220/what+she+looking+sial.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036240876554568801.post-5994272288365511235</id><published>2009-01-03T21:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T22:04:32.106+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='test'/><title type='text'>MBTI TEST</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Regina get me to do this test which I initially feels reluctant about it cause its a super duper long long long test... AHHH! WAHAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its actually a personality test that Dunman High Students do which help them in choosing their career paths... which is so "kua zhang"... like you think my school will do such things? hahahha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, its a brilliant test cause its so true, so me, so shyrlyn. wahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Your Type is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(208, 0, 160);font-size:85%;" &gt; ENTJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table width="50%" border="0" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr align="center"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(208, 0, 160);"&gt;Extraverted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(208, 0, 160);"&gt;Intuitive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(208, 0, 160);"&gt;Thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(208, 0, 160);"&gt;Judging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr align="center"&gt; &lt;td colspan="4"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;Strength of the preferences %&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr align="center"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(208, 0, 160);"&gt;56&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(208, 0, 160);"&gt;62&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(208, 0, 160);"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(208, 0, 160);"&gt;11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--&lt;p&gt;--&gt; &lt;!-- &lt;a target="_blank" href="/vocation/JCI.asp?EI=56&amp;SN=-62&amp;TF=0.6&amp;JP=11" title="'Provides"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:+1;color:'#d000a0';"&gt; ENTJ &lt;/span&gt; Career Choices by  Jung Career Indicator� &lt;/a&gt;   &lt;img src="cap.gif" border="0" alt="Provides the list of occupations most suitable for your type taking into account the type formula and strength of the preferences. Based on a sample representing 40 most popular and high-demand occupations." /&gt;    &lt;a target="_blank" href="/vocation/JCI.asp?EI=56&amp;SN=-62&amp;TF=0.6&amp;JP=11" title="'A"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:+1;color:'#d000a0';"&gt; ENTJ &lt;/span&gt; Famous Personalities &lt;/a&gt; --&gt;  &lt;!-- &lt;left&gt;&lt;img src="edu3.gif" /&gt;&lt;/left&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; &lt;!-- &lt;a target="_blank" href="/lifestyle/JLSI.asp?EI=56&amp;SN=-62&amp;TF=0.6&amp;JP=11" title="'Provides"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:+1;color:'#d000a0';"&gt; ENTJ &lt;/span&gt;  Lifestyle Preferences  by Your Type Lifestyle� &lt;/a&gt; --&gt; &lt;!-- &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://typelogic.com/entj.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:'+1';color:'#d000a0';"&gt;ENTJ &lt;/span&gt; type description by J. Butt and M.M. Heiss &lt;/a&gt; --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Qualitative analysis of your type formula&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are:&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;moderately expressed extravert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;distinctively expressed intuitive personality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;slightly expressed thinking personality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;slightly expressed judging personality&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.humanmetrics.com/cgi-win/JTypes2.asp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MBTI Personality Test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dominant Extraverted Thinking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           EN&lt;span class="style18"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;J &amp;amp; ES&lt;span class="style18"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;J&lt;img src="http://www.personalitypathways.com/images/Invsible.gif" alt="    " width="35" height="10" /&gt;What is it like?&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;br /&gt;           By Danielle Poirier&lt;img src="http://www.personalitypathways.com/images/Invsible.gif" alt="    " width="35" height="10" /&gt; www.RebelEagle.com           &lt;br /&gt;           &lt;img src="http://www.personalitypathways.com/images/Invsible.gif" alt="    " width="150" height="10" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;© copyright Rebel Eagle Productions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                    &lt;p&gt;"Creating order out of chaos" is one extraverted thinker's way of describing her volition. Determined, logical, critical, they love a challenge, especially one that will allow tangible improvement in productivity, efficiency or profitability. They are direct, finding the quickest, most direct path between what is and what should be. &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;They excel at implementing ideas and are often on the lookout for good ideas worthy of their attention. They are quick to organize, orchestrate, find resources, coordinate, and follow through to the end of a project. They love a problem, especially one that will make full use of their competencies, their logic and sense of order, justice and fair play.&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;Many find competition to be stimulating and fun. "These are the rules of the game now let us play." Fairness is sharing and respecting the same set of rules, so may the best one win. And since they readily acknowledge that there will be a winner and a loser, they would simply much rather be the winner. So they hone their strategies on the fine knife of experience and sharpen their skills to meet the next challenge head on.&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p&gt;They love having greater challenges bestowed on them as a result of having successfully met the last, as this attests to their competence and skills. They appear dispassionate because of their impersonal and objective approach, but close observation will reveal deep passion and enthusiasm as well as sensitivity, especially to cherished ones. However they expect others to roll up their sleeves as they do and meet the task in spite of personal hardships or discomfort.&lt;/p&gt;       They have little tolerance for personal whims that threaten a smooth running operation. They are direct and honest with most things that displease them and expect others to do the same. Their humanity shows in their sense of fairness and justice as well as their love of humour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.personalitypathways.com/type_inventory2.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Personality Explainations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alternative explanations at &lt;a href="http://typelogic.com/entj.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;typelogic.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 31px; color: rgb(102, 0, 102);font-family:'Palatina Linotype','Times New Roman',sans-serif;font-size:29;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Extraverted iNtuitive Thinking Judging&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Joe Butt  &lt;p&gt; Profile:  ENTJ&lt;br /&gt;Revision:  3.0&lt;br /&gt;Date of Revision:  27 Feb 2005 &lt;/p&gt; &lt;hr /&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;"I don't care to sit by the window on an airplane.  If I can't control it, why look?"&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt; ENTJs have a natural tendency to marshall and direct. This may be expressed with the charm and finesse of a world leader or with the insensitivity of a cult leader. The ENTJ requires little encouragement to make a plan. One ENTJ put it this way... "I make these little plans that really don't have any importance to anyone else, and then feel compelled to carry them out." While "compelled" may not describe ENTJs as a group, nevertheless the bent to plan creatively and to make those plans reality is a common theme for NJ types. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; ENTJs are often "larger than life" in describing their projects or proposals. This ability may be expressed as salesmanship, story-telling facility or stand-up comedy. In combination with the natural propensity for filibuster, our hero can make it very difficult for the customer to decline. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;TRADEMARK: -- "I'm really sorry you have to die." (I realize this is an overstatement. However, most Fs and other gentle souls usually chuckle knowingly at this description.) &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;ENTJs are decisive. They see what needs to be done, and frequently assign roles to their fellows. Few other types can equal their ability to remain resolute in conflict, sending the valiant (and often leading the charge) into the mouth of hell. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When challenged, the ENTJ may by reflex become argumentative. Alternatively (s)he may unleash an icy gaze that serves notice: the ENTJ is not one to be trifled with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;wahahaha ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Famous ENTJs:&lt;/h4&gt; &lt;dl&gt;&lt;dt&gt;U.S. Presidents:&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Franklin D. Roosevelt&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;dd&gt;Richard M. Nixon&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/dl&gt; &lt;p&gt; Benny Goodman, "Big Band" leader&lt;br /&gt;General Norman Schwarzkopf&lt;br /&gt;Harrison Ford&lt;br /&gt;Steve Martin&lt;br /&gt;Whoopi Goldberg&lt;br /&gt;Sigourney Weaver&lt;br /&gt;Margaret Thatcher&lt;br /&gt;Al Gore (U.S Vice President, 1993-2001)&lt;br /&gt;Lamar Alexander (former governor, US Secretary of Education)&lt;br /&gt;Les Aspen, former U.S. Secretary of Defense&lt;br /&gt;Candace Bergen (&lt;i&gt;Murphy Brown&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Dave Letterman&lt;br /&gt;Newt Gingrich&lt;br /&gt;Patrick Stewart (&lt;i&gt;STNG:&lt;/i&gt; Jean Luc Picard)&lt;br /&gt;Robert James Waller (author: &lt;i&gt;The Bridges of Madison County&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Jim Carrey (&lt;i&gt;Ace Ventura: Pet Detective, The Mask&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Steve Jobs&lt;br /&gt;Penn Jillette &lt;/p&gt; &lt;h4&gt;Fictional ENTJs:&lt;/h4&gt; &lt;p&gt;Geordi LaForge &lt;i&gt;(STNG)&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; Copyright © 1996-2007 Joe Butt &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you can see from here that ENTJs are not interesting at all.. one and only frictional ENTJ.. wahahah..&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should quit singing and start pursuing to become a president?&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;omg, kidding AR ....&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/9036240876554568801-5994272288365511235?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5994272288365511235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036240876554568801&amp;postID=5994272288365511235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/5994272288365511235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/5994272288365511235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/2009/01/mbti-test.html' title='MBTI TEST'/><author><name>Shyrlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717413987792646699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/SKXQ8_1YXiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DtPrpCqFEfc/S220/what+she+looking+sial.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036240876554568801.post-7978521142589838740</id><published>2008-12-26T13:05:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T13:58:56.757+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='announcement'/><title type='text'>Find me</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Buy car?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Find me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rent car?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Find me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Suzuki Swift, Toyota Axio - Manual/Auto, Honda Airwave 1.5 - Auto)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(MPV - Honda Stream 1.8, Mazda 5)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Renew Car Insurance?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Find me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For prices, call me at 6777 0228(24hours)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Going sentosa?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Need tickets (besides entry ticket)?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Find me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(I.E Underwater World + Dolphin Lagoon, Sky tower, 4D, 3D, Cable Car, Merlion etc)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Get the map of sentosa, any activities that needs tickets I most likely have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have all the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;best price&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that you can ever get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;email me at &lt;a href="mailto:Shyrlyn@gmail.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Shyrlyn@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for more information and do leave down your contact number.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you for your support.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yours truly,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shyrlyn!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036240876554568801-7978521142589838740?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7978521142589838740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036240876554568801&amp;postID=7978521142589838740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/7978521142589838740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/7978521142589838740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/2008/12/find-me.html' title='Find me'/><author><name>Shyrlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717413987792646699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/SKXQ8_1YXiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DtPrpCqFEfc/S220/what+she+looking+sial.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036240876554568801.post-4220523431203023549</id><published>2008-12-25T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T14:29:44.320+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='occasion'/><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS PEOPLE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought i supposed to like blog about my christmas countdown and celebration..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But.. hahah! later lar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036240876554568801-4220523431203023549?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4220523431203023549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036240876554568801&amp;postID=4220523431203023549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/4220523431203023549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/4220523431203023549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!!'/><author><name>Shyrlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717413987792646699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/SKXQ8_1YXiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DtPrpCqFEfc/S220/what+she+looking+sial.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036240876554568801.post-3538177962228884712</id><published>2008-12-20T13:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T14:16:59.389+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sorry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>The Sacred Relationship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I get to know Him few years back and I fell in love with Him. But time and time again I just couldn't commit in this relationship. And hence, I left Him and went back to Him for many times. But after that, I realised I still want to go back to Him. He is that kind of life i want to lead, I made a decision and went back to Him. Life became more meaningful and purposeful. I begin to be very optimistic and always believe in myself and Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Initially, everything was smooth and good. I was able to do the unexpected and amazing things for Him. I thought this time. I am able to stay with Him for good. But, since don't know when, I find Him too good for me that I don't deserve His goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A leopard can't change its spots. A tiger can't change its hunting nature. And I can never change for good. Its just me and my nature. I tried so hard to pull myself up. but end up, I realise I can't. I tried many times but i still failed. It start to feel really lousy staying with Him. It feels terrible facing Him. I think and I thought. I ask myself what I want? My answer is Him. But, my conscience says you can't. you can't do it. To continue to remain stagnant like this, I feel even lousier. Hence, I made this decision to give up on Him. Give up is never a word i will use. But is never a word i like to use. Excuses are not what i would use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But deep in my heart there are just stuffs I can't put down. It really hurts to make this decision. And it hurts to leave the one i love. I seriously can't bear to leave Him. To me, giving up on Him is like giving up on everything. because I won't have faith to pursue the things I like. I won't have someone to rely on. I won't have strength to persist on. I won't be able to believe in myself like before. Somehow, I know along the way I may regret this decision but a promise to myself since the day i went back to Him. This would be the last chance. If I still choose to leave, I will never go back to Him again. Even if it doesn't pleases Him. I don't want to take Him for granted. No matter what happen in future, its my decision. Even if i have to bear the worse consequence, I'm prepared for it and i deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its actually not that complicated but because of my pride, my selfishness, my self centeredness. I complicate stuffs. I make things difficult for myself. Even if one day I am able to put down this bearer, I will not go back to Him anymore. and this is the last promise out of myself again. Although it is really silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry.&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/9036240876554568801-3538177962228884712?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3538177962228884712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036240876554568801&amp;postID=3538177962228884712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/3538177962228884712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/3538177962228884712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/2008/12/sacred-relationship.html' title='The Sacred Relationship'/><author><name>Shyrlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717413987792646699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/SKXQ8_1YXiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DtPrpCqFEfc/S220/what+she+looking+sial.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036240876554568801.post-6239681117707130555</id><published>2008-12-18T23:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T02:28:01.083+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miss'/><title type='text'>張雨生</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who is &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chang_Yu-Sheng"&gt;張雨生&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table class="infobox vcard" style="width: 23em; font-size: 90%; text-align: left; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th width="85"&gt;Chinese name&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;big&gt;張雨生&lt;/big&gt; &lt;small&gt;(&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Traditional_Chinese" title="Traditional Chinese" class="mw-redirect"&gt;Traditional&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th width="85"&gt;Chinese name&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;big&gt;张雨生&lt;/big&gt; &lt;small&gt;(&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Simplified_Chinese" title="Simplified Chinese" class="mw-redirect"&gt;Simplified&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th width="85"&gt;Pinyin&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td&gt;Zhāng Yǔshēng &lt;small&gt;(&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mandarin_%28linguistics%29" title="Mandarin (linguistics)" class="mw-redirect"&gt;Mandarin&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th width="85"&gt;Origin&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Republic_of_China" title="Republic of China"&gt;Republic of China&lt;/a&gt; (Taiwan)&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;Born&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td&gt;June 7, 1966&lt;span style="display: none;"&gt;(&lt;span class="bday"&gt;1966-06-07&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;Died&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td&gt;November 12, 1997 (aged 31)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;Other name(s)&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="nickname"&gt;Tom Chang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;Occupation&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Singer" title="Singer" class="mw-redirect"&gt;Singer&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Composer" title="Composer"&gt;composer&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Record_producer" title="Record producer"&gt;record producer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;Years active&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td&gt;1988–1997&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;Influenced&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;span class="label"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jasmine_%28singer%29" title="Jasmine (singer)"&gt;Jasmine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;th&gt;Official site&lt;/th&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yu-sheng.org/" class="external text" title="http://www.yu-sheng.org/" rel="nofollow"&gt;www.yu-sheng.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chang Yu-sheng&lt;/b&gt; (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Traditional_Chinese_characters" title="Traditional Chinese characters"&gt;traditional Chinese&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;span lang="zh-Hant"&gt;張雨生&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Simplified_Chinese_characters" title="Simplified Chinese characters"&gt;simplified Chinese&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;span lang="zh-Hans"&gt;张雨生&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pinyin" title="Pinyin"&gt;pinyin&lt;/a&gt;: Zhāng Yǔshēng; &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/June_7" title="June 7"&gt;June 7&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1966" title="1966"&gt;1966&lt;/a&gt; — &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/November_12" title="November 12"&gt;November 12&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1997" title="1997"&gt;1997&lt;/a&gt;) was a Taiwanese male pop singer, as well as a famous composer and producer. His major accomplishment as a producer may have been the pop singer &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/A-mei" title="A-mei"&gt;A-mei&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;sup id="cite_ref-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chang_Yu-Sheng#cite_note-0" title=""&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;1&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; While driving fatigued on &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/October_21" title="October 21"&gt;October 21&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1997" title="1997"&gt;1997&lt;/a&gt;, he was involved in a car accident on his way home, became fatally injured and fell into a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coma" title="Coma"&gt;coma&lt;/a&gt;. He never regained &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Consciousness" title="Consciousness"&gt;consciousness&lt;/a&gt; and passed away on November 12 at the age of 31 after weeks of hospitalization.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;He is known for his high vocals.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Be basically produced 10 albums before his accident since 1988.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are also couple of albums that were produce by by his company after he passed away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;張雨生 is a singer who I listen when I was young that leaves me deep deep impression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do check out his songs..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He has super high vocals...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I watched this some time ago..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want to show you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;張雨生 PK 林志炫&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 0px; display: none;" ontop="true"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 0px; display: none;" ontop="true"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding-left: 0px; display: none;" ontop="true"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5-e-VnuUzF0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5-e-VnuUzF0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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/9036240876554568801-6239681117707130555?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6239681117707130555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036240876554568801&amp;postID=6239681117707130555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/6239681117707130555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/6239681117707130555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post_18.html' title='張雨生'/><author><name>Shyrlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717413987792646699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/SKXQ8_1YXiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DtPrpCqFEfc/S220/what+she+looking+sial.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036240876554568801.post-7663715893945364767</id><published>2008-12-18T21:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T22:18:03.397+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivation'/><title type='text'>No pain no gain. No failures, no experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:180%;"  &gt;爱唱歌的人是不会因为失败而&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;放弃的!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;失败只是另一个开始&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;成功与否&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:180%;"  &gt;是&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:180%;"  &gt;在于你的思想&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;希望你不要放弃&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To me, this is not failure. It is experience.&lt;br /&gt;To me, you did well.&lt;br /&gt;I see your effort, I see your hard work.&lt;br /&gt;To me, you're greatest.&lt;br /&gt;Being optimistic doesn't mean that you give up.&lt;br /&gt;Give up stuffs that you like.&lt;br /&gt;Being optimistic means you persist on even if you meet failures.&lt;br /&gt;Its never easy to overcome all these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is like roller coaster.&lt;br /&gt;ride up ride up ride up..&lt;br /&gt;and when you're not focus enough, you slide down a little.&lt;br /&gt;a little more if you still remain stagnant.&lt;br /&gt;but when the time is right.. you will pull yourself up and rush up to the tip...&lt;br /&gt;and you will zoom rush down the exciting route...&lt;br /&gt;but once you're at the bottom... its time to work towards the top again.&lt;br /&gt;hahahah!~&lt;br /&gt;So, is it time to work now?&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/9036240876554568801-7663715893945364767?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7663715893945364767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036240876554568801&amp;postID=7663715893945364767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/7663715893945364767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/7663715893945364767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-pain-no-gain-no-failures-no.html' title='No pain no gain. No failures, no experience'/><author><name>Shyrlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717413987792646699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/SKXQ8_1YXiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DtPrpCqFEfc/S220/what+she+looking+sial.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036240876554568801.post-8464067684671330116</id><published>2008-12-17T12:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T12:50:20.364+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roberted'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sicked'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>Super courageous</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I seriously don't dare to record myself and upload on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously don't dare and don't think i'm born beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously don't think people will want to know me online&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have too many obscene photos(ugly snap shots)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, but that's not the point...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A normal person can be so super optimistic that she probably twist facts.&lt;br /&gt;She really think so highly of herself ...&lt;br /&gt;Well, so I understand why there is always no improvements in people like this.&lt;br /&gt;Its self-indulgence.&lt;br /&gt;hahahha!&lt;br /&gt;She just indulge in herself so much that she thinks others are lousy...&lt;br /&gt;no no .. there is one person. only him. (you know who)&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, I don't like COPYCATS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036240876554568801-8464067684671330116?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8464067684671330116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036240876554568801&amp;postID=8464067684671330116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/8464067684671330116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/8464067684671330116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/2008/12/super-courageous.html' title='Super courageous'/><author><name>Shyrlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717413987792646699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/SKXQ8_1YXiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DtPrpCqFEfc/S220/what+she+looking+sial.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036240876554568801.post-7773470391918454313</id><published>2008-12-17T01:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T01:43:12.737+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ocean Butterflies&apos;'/><title type='text'>Shyrlyn is</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;very not feeling well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shyrlyn is having &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shyrlyn is having &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Runny Nose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shyrlyn is having &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sore Throat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shyrlyn is having &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shyrlyn is having &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gastric&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shyrlyn is very &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SICK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO SO, went for Very Singer Audition just now.&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, was quite surprise because I wasn't nervous at all the moment I see Billy Koh and other judges. Probably there was a little stammer during self introduction. But well, I was focused in the song and didn't care about others.&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, I saw the judges reaction and I kind of feel like Billy Koh is laughing at my dressing because I was a little exaggerating? hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;I wore a white sequin dress!&lt;br /&gt;I want to clarify! This is not Hungry Ghost Festival!&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;I am prettier than The Papaya Sisters!&lt;br /&gt;hahahahah!&lt;br /&gt;oops!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have that kind of top because of Choir in church.&lt;br /&gt;You probably can't imagine how big is our stage and the kind of lightings we have.&lt;br /&gt;Hence, we need to be BRIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;So, don't laugh at my sequin dress because I really think its BEAUTIFUL!&lt;br /&gt;wahahahahahaha!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;You know what i mean lar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which, we cam-whored at room G while waiting for our &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;beloved&lt;/span&gt; Maybank-broombroom-coconut-laoshi. oops!&lt;br /&gt;I shall upload the photos when ALICIA send me.. ahahha!&lt;br /&gt;Followed by late supper at prata-place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That place!!!! We ate 宫宝田鸡粥 last night..&lt;br /&gt;HOT &amp;amp; SPICY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Super delicious!!&lt;br /&gt;But because of that, I'm having sore throat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight, no sambal fried rice, no prata, no curry 鸡丁饭 for me...&lt;br /&gt;Only mui fan ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;I still need to work tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;:(((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036240876554568801-7773470391918454313?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7773470391918454313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036240876554568801&amp;postID=7773470391918454313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/7773470391918454313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/7773470391918454313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/2008/12/shyrlyn-is.html' title='Shyrlyn is'/><author><name>Shyrlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717413987792646699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/SKXQ8_1YXiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DtPrpCqFEfc/S220/what+she+looking+sial.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036240876554568801.post-3698595251830932095</id><published>2008-12-16T14:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T14:13:38.480+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>BORED HUNGRY SICK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm bored&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm hungry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is there anything worse than this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sick and I have to work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm hungry but can't eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm bored and I can't talk!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I having sore throat and how can I sing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahahha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sick probably because I haven't been sleeping enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haven't been drinking enough water in this cold and dry container office.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Been eating Unhealthy food like potato chips and deep fried food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I slept at 4am on sunday and 5am last night...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ate big packets of potatochips almost everyday since last week...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i got to say, Its Delicious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My fingers are also peeling due to the barred chords...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AHHHH...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Later, if i can make it....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It will be my show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my audition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even if I don't get in, I must leave a deep impression with the judges!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My goal!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;NOW NOW... GASTRIC CALLING FOR HELP!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036240876554568801-3698595251830932095?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3698595251830932095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036240876554568801&amp;postID=3698595251830932095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/3698595251830932095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/3698595251830932095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/2008/12/bored-hungry-sick.html' title='BORED HUNGRY SICK'/><author><name>Shyrlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717413987792646699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/SKXQ8_1YXiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DtPrpCqFEfc/S220/what+she+looking+sial.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036240876554568801.post-3829853497691420366</id><published>2008-12-15T00:55:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T03:29:48.672+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><title type='text'>冲动</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:SimSun;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;冲动&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;歌手&lt;/span&gt;：萧亚轩 &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;专辑&lt;/span&gt;：三面夏娃&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;很感激 这城市拥挤的交通&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;让你我 还能多相处几分钟&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;人潮中 怕失散所以轻轻拉&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你的手&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;一刻不放松 不放松&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;忍不住 想要爱你的冲动&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不确定 你属于我会有点寂寞&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你给的幸福 在我心中自由走动&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;抚平我每一个伤口&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;忍不住想要吻你的冲动&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不确定我的执着能让你感动&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我只能相信 自己感受不怕失落&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;关于你的一切我想 要比谁&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;都懂&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我的心 是被你设定的闹钟&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;提醒我 想你的时间不够用&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;为什么 平淡的事情现在&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;忽然生动&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;是你改变我 你改变我&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你是情人还是朋友&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;还没勇气想得太多&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;你的世界如此辽阔&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我会在哪个角落&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036240876554568801-3829853497691420366?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/3829853497691420366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036240876554568801&amp;postID=3829853497691420366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/3829853497691420366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/3829853497691420366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post_15.html' title='冲动'/><author><name>Shyrlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717413987792646699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/SKXQ8_1YXiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DtPrpCqFEfc/S220/what+she+looking+sial.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036240876554568801.post-5082838499621078512</id><published>2008-12-11T01:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:52:51.720+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='competition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='singing'/><title type='text'>words again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm saying I'm super tired ..&lt;br /&gt;Had audition just now... and the judge is ...&lt;br /&gt;our beloved motor car laoshi..&lt;br /&gt;wahahah!&lt;br /&gt;I was um-chio-ing throughout the whole of my introduction...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment I go in the room (which is my classroom),&lt;br /&gt;I sense the judge (who is my teacher) was controlling his laughter.&lt;br /&gt;because i was probably going to do the broom broom stuff...hahah&lt;br /&gt;broom ....&lt;br /&gt;ok, craps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever... the secret is...&lt;br /&gt;when gf asked me..&lt;br /&gt;How's your preparation..&lt;br /&gt;I said,&lt;br /&gt;no preparation..&lt;br /&gt;shhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;Its not like I'm super confident&lt;br /&gt;neither am I too inconfident that I gave up..&lt;br /&gt;yeah, its just plain busy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It darn sian right.. still no photos..&lt;br /&gt;my comp dead.. bo bian..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;last night was beautiful ...&lt;br /&gt;although i was super tired ...&lt;br /&gt;but i was able to do the unexpected.&lt;br /&gt;wahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036240876554568801-5082838499621078512?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/5082838499621078512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036240876554568801&amp;postID=5082838499621078512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/5082838499621078512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/5082838499621078512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/2008/12/words-again.html' title='words again...'/><author><name>Shyrlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717413987792646699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/SKXQ8_1YXiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DtPrpCqFEfc/S220/what+she+looking+sial.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036240876554568801.post-4236241513535368556</id><published>2008-12-10T09:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T09:20:41.014+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>buzzzz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AHHHH!!&lt;br /&gt;Where's my life....&lt;br /&gt;I can't online&lt;br /&gt;I can't blog!!!&lt;br /&gt;Face gmail in office&lt;br /&gt;face gmail at home&lt;br /&gt;bake bake bake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;just plain busy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;early morning... just can't blog much..&lt;br /&gt;but just want to keep my blog alive?&lt;br /&gt;hahhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Impressario audition&lt;/span&gt; tonight!!!&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/9036240876554568801-4236241513535368556?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/4236241513535368556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036240876554568801&amp;postID=4236241513535368556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/4236241513535368556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/4236241513535368556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/2008/12/buzzzz.html' 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/&gt;Guinea pigs tomorrow please be kind...&lt;br /&gt;wahahha..&lt;br /&gt;No lar not guinea pig ah...&lt;br /&gt;is food ambassadors...&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall take a photo tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;wheeeee...&lt;br /&gt;it seriously look like a log lor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH!!&lt;br /&gt;and i'm suppose to wake up at 830am tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;to work..&lt;br /&gt;hahah..&lt;br /&gt;its been so long since i had a proper job..&lt;br /&gt;and i can't be late... how?&lt;br /&gt;Its alr 4am....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I wish you were here&lt;br /&gt;I miss you, baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:simsun;font-size:78%;"  &gt;你在哪里?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036240876554568801-6712507689423356085?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/SKXQ8_1YXiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DtPrpCqFEfc/S220/what+she+looking+sial.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036240876554568801.post-7444665735803466590</id><published>2008-12-04T01:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T01:28:23.873+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roberted'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sicked'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grossed'/><title type='text'>天啊!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Never leave your tray of eggs unopen in a tight plastic bag.&lt;br /&gt;omg!!!&lt;br /&gt;I see tiny maggots!!!&lt;br /&gt;I smell real 臭鸡蛋!!!&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh ......&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhh......&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhhh.....&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/9036240876554568801-7444665735803466590?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7444665735803466590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036240876554568801&amp;postID=7444665735803466590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/7444665735803466590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9036240876554568801/posts/default/7444665735803466590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post_04.html' title='天啊!!!!'/><author><name>Shyrlyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00717413987792646699</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CGpxN5WdVz4/SKXQ8_1YXiI/AAAAAAAAAbA/DtPrpCqFEfc/S220/what+she+looking+sial.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9036240876554568801.post-8337231937033003393</id><published>2008-12-01T07:49:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T16:01:00.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shyrlyn is rare</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Baby names info for SHYRLYN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gender:&lt;/span&gt; girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Syllables: &lt;/span&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Characters:&lt;/span&gt; 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pronunciation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Origin and Meaning:&lt;/span&gt; meaning of the name SHYRLYN for a girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;currently not available &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Our records indicate SHYRLYN has never appeared in any &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;year's list of the top 1000 U.S. baby names.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Characters named SHYRLYN from television&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;None currently found. Check back for updates! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Characters named SHYRLYN from books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;None currently found. Check back for updates!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Characters named SHYRLYN from comic books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;None currently found. Check back for updates!   &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Celebrity babies named SHYRLYN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We found no babies of celebrities named &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SHYRLYN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Celebrities with the baby name SHYRLYN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; We found no celebrities named &lt;b&gt;SHYRLYN&lt;/b&gt;, perhaps your child will be a first! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Celebrities with SHYRLYN as a last name:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We found no celebrities with &lt;b&gt;SHYRLYN&lt;/b&gt; as a last name.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;my name has no meaning, no origin.&lt;br /&gt;i just so love it.&lt;br /&gt;i don't like common names but i don't want people to keep forgetting my name as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SO SHYRLYN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WAHAHAHA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036240876554568801-8337231937033003393?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8337231937033003393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036240876554568801&amp;postID=8337231937033003393' title='0 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>What song should I sing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i so want to upload so many photos from asia conference.&lt;br /&gt;but ... my comp officially declare death.&lt;br /&gt;cannot on!!!&lt;br /&gt;so i can only use my bro's comp in the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wuah... i so don't know what song to sing...&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking of what song to sing even in my dreams...&lt;br /&gt;i remembered i dreamt of singing 2 songs last night...&lt;br /&gt;one was yan lei chen shi..&lt;br /&gt;another one i so cannot remember..&lt;br /&gt;i only remember that was the right song i should sing..&lt;br /&gt;awww... i so want to know...&lt;br /&gt;hahahahah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;I'm only left with an hour to sleep..... but i'm still gonna nap for awhile...&lt;br /&gt;and probably coffee and redbull later?hahahha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not take photo the past few days.... wasted.. i was so so dressed up with makeup and hair done. ok!! i will take alot alot of photos later to amend for the past few days..&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!!!&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/9036240876554568801-8729734681225277075?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8729734681225277075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036240876554568801&amp;postID=8729734681225277075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rants'/><title type='text'>tired</title><content type='html'>its 2am and what am i doing here.. ahhh... i'm super tired... i'm having events whole of this week.. so super busy lor.. i want to sleep!!!!!! wahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shall post more regarding this event after it ends... i need to concuss now!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9036240876554568801-7467353251244966404?l=shyrlyn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shyrlyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7467353251244966404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9036240876554568801&amp;postID=7467353251244966404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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