<?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-5673481708091674479</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:12:00.862+08:00</updated><category term='english for teaching mathematics and science policy'/><category term='switchfoot jon kuala lumpur malaysia love :)'/><title type='text'>[undecided]</title><subtitle type='html'>hold fast till the break of daylight, the shadow proves the sunshine</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>110</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-2815579290000639021</id><published>2009-08-15T11:25:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T14:11:33.608+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;sooooo it's been a while. I haven't been on much and I miss not knowing what's going on in my friends lives. anywayyy. I'm changing my blog to over &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ailynness.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; . I'm not sure why. I just felt like starting something new. :DDDDDD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;so yes. It won't be much of a blog until my PMR is over because I won't be able to update it much until it's over. and when it's over, I assure you, I willllllllllll update. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-2815579290000639021?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/2815579290000639021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=2815579290000639021' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/2815579290000639021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/2815579290000639021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2009/08/sooooo-its-been-while.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-4937281870371341450</id><published>2009-07-08T17:40:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T17:52:58.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);" href="http://www.bernama.com/bernama/v5/newsindex.php?id=423822"&gt;That's it.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hey. So they're changing Math and Science back to Malay. In 2012. Sure I'll be out of school just then but jfdkslfjsdksd. This still frustrates me. I'm gonna go all *activist* ( as my sis calls me) on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what I know they've said so far is that Science and Math is going back to Malay, AND Chinese and Tamil schools will have Science and Math taught in Chinese and Tamil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Based on this observation, he said, the government was convinced that science and mathematics must be taught in the language that could be easily understood by the students, namely Bahasa Malaysia in the national schools, Chinese in the national-type Chinese schools and Tamil in the national-type Tamil schools.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if the Malays get their Malay, the Chinese get their Chinese and Tamils schools get their Tamil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wondering, what about English?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geez I can't believe those high up cabinet people didn't notice that. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way to go Malaysian government, we're going backwards now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother will be most affected. 6 years in English and his last two years shall be Malay. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and srsly. 11 years of Science in Malay and then Uni and Form 6 and College in English? Ridiculous. The least they could do is have English medium schools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'He said studies by local universities revealed that the level of improvement in the command of the English language by students was nominal, that is, not more than three per cent throughout the implementation of the teaching and learning of science and mathematics in English.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S BECAUSE ONLY THE STUDENTS WHO STUDIED IN ENGLISH FOR LESS THAN 5 YEARS JUST ENTERED COLLEGE THIS YEAR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The batch which started learning Science in English fully right from standard 1 is only in Form 1 now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;But it's okay, I understand. Muhyddin is the Deputy Primc Minister AND the Education Minister. I guess his brain must've fried from all that work or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;-to be continued due to need of preparation for upcoming PMR trials.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-4937281870371341450?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/4937281870371341450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=4937281870371341450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/4937281870371341450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/4937281870371341450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2009/07/thats-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-6135743139051138619</id><published>2009-06-22T22:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T22:20:28.882+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ohhhhh. my mom just found out that it's not 57 ringgit for 24 hours. It's 57 ringgit for Internet connection for a day. snottttt, what a rip-off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we just found out that there is free wi-fi across the street, too.&lt;br /&gt;and some other free wireless we can use right here in the hotel room. for free. I am using it right now in fact. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;well I guess my dad has to fork out the money now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-6135743139051138619?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/6135743139051138619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=6135743139051138619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/6135743139051138619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/6135743139051138619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2009/06/ohhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-4365262667713480664</id><published>2009-06-22T21:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T21:33:51.051+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am in Kay Elle. In some kononnya 5-star hotel my foot. At first they gave us a room on the smoking floor and  the beds smelt terrible but we managed to change to some other room. And now we get a view of the Twin Towers. Yayy. Took like a billion pictures of it already. But we haven't had a chance to go near it yet. Will be going tomorrow. By monorail. because dad doesn't want to take his car out of the hotel parking lot. So we gosta walk. Exercise people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent the whole day in except just now we went out for dinner across the street. Was going crazy being locked in the room with the rest of my family (no mom).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeahhhh and we thought the super fast internet was free until my suspected something amiss because according to her 'nothing is free' so she called up the front desk and found out that it costs 57 RINGGIT for 24 hours of internet.&lt;br /&gt;and we like uh-oh. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now we have 18 hours left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I shall have limited or no internet access for the next few days.&lt;br /&gt;till then, baii.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-4365262667713480664?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/4365262667713480664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=4365262667713480664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/4365262667713480664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/4365262667713480664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-in-kay-elle.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-5940448671613591723</id><published>2009-06-13T00:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T01:22:50.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I signed up for this Nuffnang thing but I haven't really figured it out yet. My dad signed me up for Google Adsense last year or the year before that and well hahah I don't know how this is going to work out since my blog gets basically 0 or maybe 1 visit a day by a few people. (and I want to keep it to that f ew people part.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may just end up getting a ringgit a year. :DDD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I feel like I totally wasted my two week holiday. Especially today where I was having terrible pain in the morning but in the afternoon it was better but I still felt sick even though I wasn't really sick so I lay down in bed almost the whole day doing nothing. How lame am I.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-5940448671613591723?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/5940448671613591723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=5940448671613591723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/5940448671613591723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/5940448671613591723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2009/06/so-i-signed-up-for-this-nuffnang-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-8301878398545279750</id><published>2009-06-12T00:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T01:22:08.010+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english for teaching mathematics and science policy'/><title type='text'>No way are we going back to BM, you hear?</title><content type='html'>So today I opened up the newspaper and as usual there were articles on the possible scrapping of the teaching of Math and Science in English, but then there was this one that I read about some Ulama group being against the teaching of Science and Math in English and also the recent making English a must pass for SPM. Then there was this quote, some ulama dude saying something along the lines of 'Of course this (making english a must pass for SPM or math and science being taught in english, I'm not sure) won't be a problem for those who are good in English. What about those who are weak in English?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's so stupiddd.  It's like saying, okay sort of, ish, that ohhhhhh. There are people who are weak in History, so we should abolish that subject because it will be a problem for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urgh. These people are so focused on '&lt;a href="http://www.themalaysianinsider.com/index.php/malaysia/28816-pas-calls-for-halt-to-teaching-in-english-"&gt;uplifting the national language&lt;/a&gt;' (like we don't have BM being forced down our throats in school already, like any school doesn't have BM being taught 4/5 days a week and like there aren't some other 6++  compulsory subjects being taught in BM already.)&lt;br /&gt;and NOT moving forward and staying in that little dream land of theirs where everyone speaks malay and everyone-is-okay-with-it world that they don't realise how narrow minded they're being and how, if the government follows what they say it will totally menjejaskan the progress of the country. aaaand resulting in more students like me who can't even remember the English word for menjejaskan partly because I've been forced to write too many mind numbing essays where I over used that word. heheheheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayy. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at the glossary at the bottom of the page and at the side of the pages in my Science revision and text books and see weird words like 'Tiub Falopio' and 'pundi'..... I cannot imagine how things would've been like if the ETeMS wasn't implemented in 2003. Yes I already had to wait till I was ten to have Science lessons in school and I had to endure it in Malay. (but it wasn't so bad since we weren't learning that much and not that deep)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh and I don't really see how being weak in English could stop people from learning Science in school. It's called LEARNING. Whether we learn in English or Malay we're still gonna be learning new scientific terms and names of stuff that we didn't know before. Fallopian tube and Tiub Falopio, there's not much difference (except the latter sounds weirder heh) if we're learning it the first time. Geez. And all the other words in between the science terms are merely simple English words that've learnt since... Form 1 or something. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, my Science teachers' spelling mistakes and wrong pronounciations and grammar mistakes annoy me a liiiiittle, but I'd rather have that than being taught in Malay. *shivers at thought of being taught Science now in Malay*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(oh and the reason I'm mentioning Science being taught in English more than Math is because Math is mostly numbers anyway lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And like dude. Imagine learning Science for 11 years in malay and then when you enter college or uni or whatever everything is suddenly in English! What was once called a perintang is now called a ........ (sorry about my KH reference, it was the first thing that came to my mind) and what you used to call a ........... for what seems like forever is now called a .................&lt;br /&gt;and not just two words. like practically all the plants and cells and human body parts and organs and what not are called something different now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heavyeh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also...... shhhhhhh! there were (and still none now) no glossaries in our text books translating the Malay words into English for us (unlike nowwww where there are glossaries and translations for English words into the Malay words)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually there's more that I want to say but my brain isn't really functioning well at this hour of the day so I'll sign off. That was my worth less than 1 cent on the matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, thank you God that I got the chance to learn math and science in english. So much easier to understand and love Math and especially Science now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and props to the government for not abolishing the policy yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and btw, this post took me wayyy longer to write than for you to read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-8301878398545279750?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/8301878398545279750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=8301878398545279750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/8301878398545279750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/8301878398545279750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-way-are-we-going-back-to-bm-you-hear.html' title='No way are we going back to BM, you hear?'/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-3747284278998140554</id><published>2009-06-11T22:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T23:39:02.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>listening to: Hey Brittany- Forever The Sickest Kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm giving Forever The Sickest Kids a listen to myspace. I love them! Why didn't I listen to them earlier? I already loved that one song of theirs that was the radio last time. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I woke up at 1.30 pm :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shocker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I set my alarm clock for 10 this morning. I must've woken up but went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But usually I wake up again after like an hour or so but I didn't this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was still in bed trying to get up when I heard my mom shout at me from downstairs to come down for lunch. And I was like 'oh that's early. 12? we usually have lunch at 2' then I got up and went to the bathroom then I saw that it was 1.45. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah well that was a really crappy and unnecessary post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-3747284278998140554?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/3747284278998140554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=3747284278998140554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/3747284278998140554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/3747284278998140554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2009/06/listening-to-hey-brittany-forever.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-883662872732640971</id><published>2009-06-07T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T00:42:18.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't like feeling like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-883662872732640971?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/883662872732640971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=883662872732640971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/883662872732640971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/883662872732640971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-dont-like-feeling-like-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-579830576887654295</id><published>2009-06-05T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T21:49:11.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ai lyn fails at life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-579830576887654295?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/579830576887654295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=579830576887654295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/579830576887654295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/579830576887654295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2009/06/ai-lyn-fails-at-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-3490183636643992683</id><published>2009-06-04T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T00:39:32.228+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All winter we got carried&lt;br /&gt;away over on the rooftops&lt;br /&gt;let's get maaaaaarried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-death and all his friends, coldplay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahah for some reason I like shouting out the let's get married part. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-3490183636643992683?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/3490183636643992683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=3490183636643992683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/3490183636643992683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/3490183636643992683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2009/06/all-winter-we-got-carried-away-over-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-7259295169007061839</id><published>2009-05-31T20:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T21:06:25.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>listening to: coldplay&lt;br /&gt;feels like: having cookies and milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh. I have to try and make this holiday as productive as I can. And so, I'm going to finish all my work as fast as I can so that I can slack and do whatever I want for the rest of the holidays. Good idea, no? yes? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-7259295169007061839?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/7259295169007061839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=7259295169007061839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/7259295169007061839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/7259295169007061839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2009/05/listening-to-coldplay-feels-like-having.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-4233460118594456672</id><published>2009-05-27T22:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T22:37:12.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Konflik dan Stres</title><content type='html'>I hate making decisions. Choices. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know me you know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really can't choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm probably the most indecisive person you'll ever know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now the situation is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to go for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a. Cell group outing. Zoe's planning it. It's what I've been looking forward to the whole week. I never usually get to go out with friends. So this, yeah, I'm looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b. A portrait drawing competition at P. Ramlee's house for P. Ramlee rememberance day or something. Ms Chan picked me and some others to go for the thing. First prize is 150 ringgit in cash. It's not really the prize I want, though it IS pretty cool, eh, but I've never taken part in any art competition before.  Colouring or whatever. Because I'm terrible with colours. I can only draw. So HERE'S a competition were there is only drawing involved. And the teacher actually thinks I can win. I'm worried my lack of activity in outside competitions is going to affect my aplication to college or for a scholarship or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So mom was really awesome, being the only person who really tried to help me make a decision. Ah ily. But of course it all comes down to me, though usually how I solve these situations where I have to choose between two things is that I manipulate the situation so that I don't have a choice, or so that I don't have to choose and can have the best of both things, or I tembak saja. (but the tembak-ing doesn't really lead to a good choice, but at least I don't have to think about what I'm going to decide on anymore.) So tembak-ing is the usual way I go by, because even if I try, in most situations the first two ways can't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh. Dilemma. I've been praying about it but I still don't know what to do. Though I'm leaning on going for the care group thingy, because it's the easier way out, and what I always do. Just do the one I'm most comfortable with and what I've done before. At the competition I'll be alone and it'll be the first time I ever do something like this so yes, I'm scared. Which is why my heart or my brain or whatever is telling me to go to the care group. But there's this part of me that really wants to try doing the competition. The new thing. Alas, I don't know what part of me is saying these two different things. So I can't really use the whole 'listen to your heart' thing since I don't know what my heart is saying. (btw that sounded so cheesy hahah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeahhhh. What I'm trying to say up there ^ is that when it comes to making a decision, I'll just go for the easier one. but not necessarily the right one. And it sucks that I do it all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is why right now I feel like my head is about to rip in two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not even that baad or serious of a situation. But this is me, hahah, going crazy over something like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-4233460118594456672?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/4233460118594456672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=4233460118594456672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/4233460118594456672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/4233460118594456672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2009/05/konflik-dan-stres.html' title='Konflik dan Stres'/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-5849742910675807718</id><published>2009-05-27T21:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T21:24:43.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sorry but I love this tooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oePuDPEsROs&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/oePuDPEsROs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh. the charlieissocoollike web video show thingy whatever this is. hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that stuff about the high heels and earrings and hair cracked me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Why do women wear high heels?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you get a better signal on your mobile phone is you stand on a chair??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the same principle, if women are higher up on their high heels then they can get a better brain wave signal!' -Charlie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-5849742910675807718?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/5849742910675807718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=5849742910675807718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/5849742910675807718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/5849742910675807718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-sorry-but-i-love-this-tooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-3454026712117989677</id><published>2009-05-27T21:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T21:34:35.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't watched a charlieiissocoollike video in FOREVER! I miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVED THIS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lol at the end. 'Don't ever dance again, you fool.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iuJsU1C6FCQ&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/iuJsU1C6FCQ&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-3454026712117989677?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/3454026712117989677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=3454026712117989677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/3454026712117989677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/3454026712117989677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-havent-watched-charlieiissocoollike.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-4429715536328534825</id><published>2009-05-26T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T19:45:15.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>These exam results are probably my worst. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just barely on the mark for an 'A'. I'm getting a lot of 75s...... this is bad. Especially compared to my last exam. I guess I really deserve this, with my last minute studying and all. But for some subjects where I really really really studied, I made stupid and careless mistakes. Ah boy. I'll do better next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-4429715536328534825?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/4429715536328534825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=4429715536328534825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/4429715536328534825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/4429715536328534825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2009/05/these-exam-results-are-probably-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-9058470304165699618</id><published>2009-05-25T19:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T19:25:52.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>100th post. gosh. I didn't know I posted that many. it's not THAT many but, dude, it's got like, 3 digits. bwahahh. okay, nvm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So todayyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pritam wasn't as annoying as usual. Hmm. Maybe it was because today she'd finally get to have her lessons back. Because 0800 to 0900 was the last paper for us Form 3s. BM. I told myself, ehhh, no worries, I've got the whole weekend to study for a one hour paper..., so it comes down to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About half an hour of reading my precious BM Longman revision book until 10 pm when I feeling incredibly sleeping, so I thought I'd take a much needed break, but of course I slept right through till the morning. Even though I set my alarm (which always fails to wake me up) for 11 pm. Ahaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neways. Found out later that I only got 7 wrong for that paper. TCHYEAHHHH. New personal best. Highest that I ever got was last year, 32/40. Ahah. My dad's all 'It's THAT hard?!'. Ask me and I'd say yes. Ask my friends and you'll get a different answer lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm. After the BM exam, I got back my Science paper. Well, I got what I studied for. A loww 'A'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alicia and I got into a debate again about Adam and Kris. hahahh. We will never have peace with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Pn Azlina came into our class to talk to the Agama teacher earlier in the day. So we asked her if we were gonna have to do our Oral today, and she said yes. So for the rest of the day we were memorizing our Oral scripts like crazy, and then when the two BM periods come, she doesn't show up. Maaaan. Now I gotta start memorizing again for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pn Farm didn't show up for Chinese either. Yay no mandarin oral yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I reach home at 3.15, eat lunch yada yada, then me and mayo started watching this movie called 'Dan In Real Life'. It had Steve Carell in it (his HAIR looks like dad's hair. srsly. so from the back if you don't see Steve Carell's larger than my dad's nose, you'd totally think it's my dad.) and it was funny, to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm here. Typing this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how I have those moments where I'm all 'I'm gonna blog about this when I get home' but never end up doing it because the urge to do it has kinda.... dimmed. Like how I wanted to blog about stuff that we discussed in Sunday School, since I don't really say all that I want to say, and sometimes things pop into my head after the lesson so I don't get a chance to say it, yeahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh i just remembered. *goes to watch david archuleta's vlog.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-9058470304165699618?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/9058470304165699618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=9058470304165699618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/9058470304165699618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/9058470304165699618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2009/05/100th-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-830729300330213115</id><published>2009-05-23T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T00:59:55.072+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Soooo this post is about American Idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahah some people are saying the AI fever is 'over'. Not for me it isn't. Because I only just watched the results show earlier tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I really really do not like the song 'So What'. Especially at the end of the top 13 performance of that Pink song, when they all shouted 'I WANNA START A FIGHT' or something along those lines I seriously wanted to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. David Archuleta wasn't there. awhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I love David Cook. And that new song. The beginning part of the song I was shushing my sister because she was going on about how all the David Cook songs sound the same yada yada, and she started saying all this after hearing David sing like TWO WORDS. She changed her mind at the end though. HA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Kris Allen. [This doesn't really have to do with the result show but today when Adam C on hitz.fm said something along the lines of 'I don't think Kris Allen deserved to win. They say he won based on his looks, now I don't think that's a very good reason for winning, do you?'&lt;br /&gt;Heh. Mad. Was. I. Adam Lambert probably has just as many fangirls as Kris. And duuuuude deejays shouldn't be so bious. Because they may get calls from people who tend to overeact like me calling him and setting him straight on facts.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meh. it's real late. i'll continue this completely unnecessary post in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, worth mentioning, it was Joanna's birthday yesterday!!! and Bing Hwang's birthday the day before! And Mr. Jeveraj's birthday on the same day as Bing Hwang's. whoah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-830729300330213115?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/830729300330213115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=830729300330213115' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/830729300330213115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/830729300330213115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2009/05/soooo-this-post-is-about-american-idol.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-5763446945177705772</id><published>2009-05-12T21:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T21:16:46.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Hurricane</title><content type='html'>Hello hurricane,&lt;br /&gt;you're not enough.&lt;br /&gt;Hello hurricane,&lt;br /&gt;you can't silence my love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU Rawkerdood for uploading the recording of the Hello Hurricane preview! Go to &lt;a href="http://www.landofbrokenhearts.org"&gt;LOBH the awesome-est site ever&lt;/a&gt; to download it. It's INCREDIBLE. I already called up Rehanna and Natalie and played it to them through the phone. Hah. It's so catchy, and even though I told myself that I'd just listen to it once and wait till it's officially released, but noooo, I think I listened to it like 10 times already. Though I'm trying not to listen to it anymore. lol. Ah. Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, this&lt;br /&gt;http://blogs.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=blog.view&amp;amp;friendId=197111722&amp;amp;blogId=488416636&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally remember in Form 1 there was this 'Dapur untuk Dafur' thing where you donate money and you get some t-shirt with Mawi's face on it. uhm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-5763446945177705772?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/5763446945177705772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=5763446945177705772' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/5763446945177705772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/5763446945177705772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2009/05/hello-hurricane.html' title='Hello Hurricane'/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-8131341098773038135</id><published>2009-05-05T18:38:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T18:54:40.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VRPbyX2ECe4&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/VRPbyX2ECe4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:41 "cause last year I was like *uhh, I don't wanna say any of my dumb ideas..* "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:26 "I've gone with the whole twitter wave now *makes wave movement with hand*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:40 "I know it doesn't make sense a lot of the time, but you know I always say I... *pause* *lowers voice* never make sense but..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:49 "but uh..... YEAAH"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3:58 "so um.... WAIT! .. yeah. bye. :D"&lt;br /&gt;( you don't know how many times I have those moments. hahah. I think my friends are annoyed because I do it so much. lol.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, but how can you not love him?! haha. well i yeah i know most of you don't. love him i mean. haha. whatever. ignore me. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's such a loveable dork. muahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear if I knew him on a personal basis, he'd be one of my best friends. HAA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(*remembers boards* NOO when I say dork I DON'T mean 'vulgar'. :P)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-8131341098773038135?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/8131341098773038135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=8131341098773038135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/8131341098773038135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/8131341098773038135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2009/05/141-cause-last-year-i-was-like-uhh-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-7598147409434574761</id><published>2009-05-05T00:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T23:24:42.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My lil bro is still sad about what happened. :/ Pray that he'll be able to move on, or by God's grace, have it given back to him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh. Getting friend requests on facebook that I'm not so sure about approving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to get down to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing Sunday would come sooner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminding self not to fantasize or day dream about people because it gets in the way with who the person really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-7598147409434574761?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/7598147409434574761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=7598147409434574761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/7598147409434574761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/7598147409434574761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-lil-bro-is-still-sad-about-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-8415707513918193332</id><published>2009-05-01T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T15:54:51.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dgahh. I've got my mid years in two weeks and I haven't started studying yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear XYZ,&lt;br /&gt;You're confusing and infuriating me and you don't even know it.&lt;br /&gt;-AL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-8415707513918193332?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/8415707513918193332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=8415707513918193332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/8415707513918193332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/8415707513918193332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2009/05/dgahh.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-7192289533246454965</id><published>2009-05-01T15:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T23:37:46.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet- Switchfoot</title><content type='html'>I honestly don't feel like listening to ANYTHING other than this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no jono speaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VkdpFfIpTdo&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/VkdpFfIpTdo&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;br /&gt;jono speaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iQA33pEW1nM&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/iQA33pEW1nM&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a take on the lyrics from &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);" href="http://www.landofbrokenhearts.org/"&gt;LOBH the awesome-est Switchfoot Fansite ever.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet- Switchfoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All attempts have failed&lt;br /&gt;All my heads are tails&lt;br /&gt;She's got teary eyes&lt;br /&gt;I've got reasons why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so confused&lt;br /&gt;What's true or false?&lt;br /&gt;What's fact or fiction after all?&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm apparition's pet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you haven't lost me yet&lt;br /&gt;You haven't lost me yet&lt;br /&gt;I'll run until my heart breaks in&lt;br /&gt;No you haven't lost me yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days pass me by&lt;br /&gt;Dream with open eyes&lt;br /&gt;Nightmares haunt my days&lt;br /&gt;Visions blur my nights&lt;br /&gt;I'm loosing ground and gaining speed&lt;br /&gt;I've lost myself or most of me&lt;br /&gt;I'm headed for the final precipice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you haven't lost me yet&lt;br /&gt;You haven't lost me yet&lt;br /&gt;I'll sing until my heart caves in&lt;br /&gt;No you haven't lost me yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooooo, ooooo, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it doesn't break&lt;br /&gt;If it doesn't break&lt;br /&gt;If it doesn't break your heart is it love?&lt;br /&gt;No, if it doesn't break your heart it's not enough&lt;br /&gt;It's when you're breaking down with your insides coming out&lt;br /&gt;That's when you find out what your heart is made up of&lt;br /&gt;And you haven't lost me yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No you haven't lost me yet&lt;br /&gt;I'll sing until my heart caves in&lt;br /&gt;No you haven't lost me yet&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-7192289533246454965?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/7192289533246454965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=7192289533246454965' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/7192289533246454965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/7192289533246454965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2009/05/yet-switchfoot.html' title='Yet- Switchfoot'/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-9152697412495679840</id><published>2009-04-29T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T23:37:51.099+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Jonathan aka emohh boy tagged me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've seen over 85 films, you have no life. Mark the ones you've seen. There are 239 films on this list. Then, put an 'x' next to the films you've seen, add them up, change the header adding your number.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Teen/ Romance:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) The Cinderella Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Another Cinderella Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Step Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;() Step Up 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) High School Musical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) High School Musical 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;() High School Musical 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;() Hannah Montana Movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Enchanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Sydney White&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Total: 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) She's the Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( x) Licensed to Wed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;() The Break-up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) 13 going on 30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;() 27 Dresses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;() P.S I Love You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;() Made of Honour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) What Happens in Vegas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Get Smart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) The Princess Brides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Total: 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Camp Rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;() Wild Child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Ella Enchanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) The Princess Diaries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) The Princess Diaries 2: Royal Engagement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( x) 50 First Dates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) The Lizzie McGuire Movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Hotel For Dogs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Just Married&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Freaky Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Total: 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;() The Hot Chick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Sleepover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; (I thought the name looked familiar, then I remembered. that movie with alexa vega or something in it. with that guy from yours, mine and ours.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Confessions Of a Shopaholic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Twilight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x ) Nancy Drew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) The Devil Wears Prada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;() No Reservations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Perfect Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Australia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( x) Never Been Kissed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Total: 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Comedy/Humour:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;() Yes Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;() Bedtime Stories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) The Pink Panther&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;() The Pink Panther 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;() Marley &amp;amp; Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Cheetah Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Cheetah Girls 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Bratz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Haunted Mansion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Paul Blart Mall Cop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Total: 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) The 40-year-old virgin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Night in the Museum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Night in the Museum 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Evan Almighty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Bruce Almighty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) White Chicks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x ) Never ending Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Meet the Spartans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;() Meet the Parents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;() Meet the Fockers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; (mehhh, I hate all those parody movies. they're not funny.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Total: 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Scream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Scream 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Scream 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Scary Movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Scary Movie 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Scary Movie 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;() Scary Movie 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) American Pie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) American Pie 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) American Pie Band Camp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Total:0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Adventures:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Harry Potter 1: The Sorcerer’s Stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Harry Potter 2: The Chamber's Secret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Harry Potter 3: Prisoner of Azkaban&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Harry Potter 4: Goblet of Fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Harry Potter 5: Order of Phoenix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Lord of the Rings: Return Of the King&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Chronicles Of Narnia: The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Chronicles Of Narnia: Prince Caspian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Total: 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( x) Indiana Jones and the Crystal Skull&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;() The Mummy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) The Mummy 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;() The Mummy 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;() Journey to the Center of Earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) City of Ember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Finding Never land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Total: 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Pirates of the Caribbean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Pirates of the Caribbean 2: Dead Man's Chest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Pirates of the Caribbean 3: At World's End&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) X-Men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) X-Men 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) X-Men 3 Origins Wolverine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Spider-Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Spider-Man 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Spider Man 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) King Kong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Total: 9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Hellboy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Star Wars Ep. I The Phantom Menace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(  ) Star Wars Ep. II Attack of the Clones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Star Wars Ep. III Revenge of the Sith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Star Wars Ep. IV A New Hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(  ) Star Wars Ep. V The Empire Strikes Back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(  )Star Wars Ep. VI Return of the Jedi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Underdog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) A Series Of Unfortunate Events&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Batman: The Dark Knight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Total: 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Action/ Thriller:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) The Matrix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) The Matrix Reloaded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) The Matrix Revolutions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Terminator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x)Terminator 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Terminator 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Ocean's Eleven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Ocean's Twelve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Ocean’s Thirteen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;() Casino Royale 007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Total: 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;() Bourne Identity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;() Bourne Supremecy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Underworld&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Butterfly Effect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Death Note&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Death Note 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Death Note 3: L Change the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Resident Evil 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(  ) Resident Evil 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( x) I, Robot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Total: 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Rush Hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Rush Hour 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Rush Hour 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Mission Impossible 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Mission Impossible 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;() Mission Impossible 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( x) I Am Legend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( x) Predator I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Predator II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Signs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Total: 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Horror:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Saw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Saw II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Saw III&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Saw IV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Saw V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;() The Grinch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Texas Chainsaw Massacre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Beginning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) The Ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) The Ring 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Total: 0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Final Destination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Final Destination 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Final Destination 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( Ghost Ship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) From Hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Child's Play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( x) Seed of Chucky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Bride of Chucky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Gothika&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Nightmare on Elm Street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Total: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) The Grudge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) The Grudge 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) The Haunted Apartment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Siren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x ) Silent Hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;() The Mask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;() Son Of The Mask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Omen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;() House Of Wax&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Total: 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I don't like horror movies either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) The Eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) The Eye 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Shutter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) When the Stranger calls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) The Fog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) The Orphanage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) The Skulls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Cruel Intentions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Cruel Intentions 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) House of 1000 Corpses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Total: 0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Cartoons:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Lilo &amp;amp; Stitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Ice Age&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Ice Age 2: The Meltdown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Madagascar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Madagascar 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;() Kung Fu Panda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; ( I WANT to see this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(  ) Bolt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x ) Wall-E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Monsters Inc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Shark Tale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Total: 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Shrek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Shrek 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Shrek 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Finding Nemo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(  ) ET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Cars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Ratatouille&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Toy Story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Toy Story 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) The Incredibles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Total: 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Inspirational:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) Little Miss Sunshine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;() I Am Sam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x) The Day After Tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;() Coach Carter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) The Last Dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) To Kill A Mockingbird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Conrack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Midnight Sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Little Black Book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Rwanda Genocide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Total: 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Classics:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;() Ten Things I Hate About You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( x) Titanic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;(x ) Romeo &amp;amp; Juliet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) Frankenstein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( ) A Midsummer Night's Dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Total: 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;and the total is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;88.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;lame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I've watched way more. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-9152697412495679840?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/9152697412495679840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=9152697412495679840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/9152697412495679840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/9152697412495679840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2009/04/jonathan-aka-emohh-boy-tagged-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-6196020183967478203</id><published>2009-04-28T22:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T23:20:35.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CbVXrBjRpcs/SfceSG_SeBI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/gf_SOFDdUMc/s1600-h/babysftee.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CbVXrBjRpcs/SfceSG_SeBI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/gf_SOFDdUMc/s320/babysftee.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329761980478814226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How adorable is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a Switchfoot T-shirt with that same print on it. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/AILYN%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-6196020183967478203?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/6196020183967478203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=6196020183967478203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/6196020183967478203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/6196020183967478203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2009/04/how-adorable-is-that-i-have-switchfoot.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CbVXrBjRpcs/SfceSG_SeBI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/gf_SOFDdUMc/s72-c/babysftee.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-7353093881455443125</id><published>2009-04-28T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T20:51:41.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lyrics of vice verses</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The wonderful Jeanna posted the lyrics of VV that Jon sent her on the boards.&lt;br /&gt;This song deserves a re-post. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yziGaOi3-ks&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yziGaOi3-ks&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;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VICE VERSES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking along the high tide line&lt;br /&gt;Watching the pacific from the sidelines&lt;br /&gt;Wonder what it means to live together?&lt;br /&gt;Looking for more than just guidelines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking for signs in the night sky,&lt;br /&gt;Wishing that I wasn’t such a nice guy&lt;br /&gt;Wonder what it means to live forever?&lt;br /&gt;Wonder what it means to die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Chorus -&lt;br /&gt;I know that there's a meaning to it all&lt;br /&gt;A little resurrection every time I fall&lt;br /&gt;You got your babies, I got my hearses&lt;br /&gt;Every blessing comes with a set of curses&lt;br /&gt;I got my vices, I got my vice verses&lt;br /&gt;I got my vice verses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind could be my new obsession&lt;br /&gt;The wind could be my new depression&lt;br /&gt;The wind goes anywhere it wants to&lt;br /&gt;Wishing that I learned my lesson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ocean sounds like a garage band&lt;br /&gt;Coming at me like a drunk man&lt;br /&gt;The ocean tells me a thousand stories&lt;br /&gt;None of them are lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Chorus -&lt;br /&gt;I know that there's a meaning to it all&lt;br /&gt;A little resurrection every time I fall&lt;br /&gt;You got your babies, I got my hearses&lt;br /&gt;Every blessing comes with a set of curses&lt;br /&gt;I got my vices, I got my vice verses&lt;br /&gt;I got my vice verses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the pacific laugh&lt;br /&gt;Be on my epitaph&lt;br /&gt;With it's rising and falling&lt;br /&gt;And after all, it's just water&lt;br /&gt;And I am just soul&lt;br /&gt;With a body of water and bones&lt;br /&gt;Water and bones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is God in the night sky?&lt;br /&gt;Where is God in the city light?&lt;br /&gt;Where is God in the earthquake?&lt;br /&gt;Where is God in the genocide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you in my broken heart?&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems to fall apart&lt;br /&gt;Everything feels rusted over&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that you're there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Chorus -&lt;br /&gt;I know that there's a meaning to it all&lt;br /&gt;A little resurrection every time I fall&lt;br /&gt;You got your babies, I got my hearses&lt;br /&gt;Every blessing comes with a set of curses&lt;br /&gt;I got my vices, I got my vice verses&lt;br /&gt;These are my vice verses&lt;br /&gt;These are my vice verses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;These are my vice verses &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-7353093881455443125?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/7353093881455443125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=7353093881455443125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/7353093881455443125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/7353093881455443125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2009/04/lyrics-of-vice-verses.html' title='lyrics of vice verses'/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-598702459165576908</id><published>2009-04-28T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T20:43:23.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>....................</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;'Why did you turn around and smile at me?&lt;br /&gt;Did you mean it?&lt;br /&gt;Why did your smile falter almost immediately after?&lt;br /&gt;You chose to talk when I spoke to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Then why later did you walk away when I walked to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Were you sorry to see me go when you waved good-bye?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Will you be waiting for the day we see each other once more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And when that day comes, will these things happen all over again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, closeness to you just seems so far away.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-598702459165576908?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/598702459165576908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=598702459165576908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/598702459165576908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/598702459165576908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2009/04/why-did-you-turn-around-and-smile-at-me.html' title='....................'/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-6448382103581867970</id><published>2009-04-28T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T20:32:37.577+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh yeahhhh. I forgot to mention. My little brother is terribly sick and feverish. I touched his cheek and it was like a million degrees. Not that much, but it was wayyy hot, I'd even say the hottest fever I've ever felt. And he threw up his dinner after drinking water..... isn't water supposed to help the food go down?! mehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know something is wrong with Tee Ming when he's not talking or complaining about how much money someone has spent. :P :/ :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-6448382103581867970?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/6448382103581867970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=6448382103581867970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/6448382103581867970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/6448382103581867970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-yeahhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-408911556933055267</id><published>2009-04-28T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T20:28:40.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My blog visitor counter reached 1000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, 900 and more of the blog visits are by me. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because this is what I do,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*clicks new post*&lt;br /&gt;*types post*&lt;br /&gt;*clicks publish post*&lt;br /&gt;*view blog*&lt;br /&gt;*clicks new post again*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-408911556933055267?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/408911556933055267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=408911556933055267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/408911556933055267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/408911556933055267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-blog-visitor-counter-reached-1000.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-5743733494980634423</id><published>2009-04-28T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T20:14:57.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>..</title><content type='html'>listening to: Middle of the Night- Sherwood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog posts are as meaningless as the 'pada, pa pa daaa' in the song. Sure it sounds nice.... but well it doesn't really mean much does it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-5743733494980634423?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/5743733494980634423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=5743733494980634423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/5743733494980634423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/5743733494980634423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='..'/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-6357564777056373632</id><published>2009-04-28T19:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T19:41:15.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flowurr</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ailync/3458454903/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3594/3458454903_b368d1d1d6_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ailync/3458454903/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/ailync/"&gt;chewailyn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here's a picture for ya.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-6357564777056373632?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/6357564777056373632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=6357564777056373632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/6357564777056373632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/6357564777056373632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2009/04/flowurr.html' title='Flowurr'/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3594/3458454903_b368d1d1d6_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-6052532985121123190</id><published>2009-04-28T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T19:40:40.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Your love has rearranged my heart.&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Forever and A Day by Sanctus Real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my MP3's screwed, together with all the 4 or 5GB worth of songs in there.  :/ So after after being deprived of my mp3 format songs, and only listening to the original CDs on my rack, I remembered that I have some CDs that I burned with most, not all, of the songs that were in my mp3. Of course the songs that I just added to my mp3 within the period of the last 5 or so months were not on these CDs, but oh well. The songs I'm listening to now are just as good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I Love You- Sanctus Real*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided that I need to have at least ONE picture in each of my blog posts from now on, to brighten things up a lil. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Por por called. So I went downstairs to give mom the phone. Saw a jar of jelly beans. Took one. Put it in my mouth. Saw a tupperware of pasta that my mom had abandoned temporarily while on the phone, ate a spoonful of it while the jelly bean was still in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://forkknifespoon.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/pasta-bolognese1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 139px;" src="http://forkknifespoon.files.wordpress.com/2009/03/pasta-bolognese1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   +    [insert picture of tasty lookin yellow jelly bean here]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeahhh. I have that habit of not finishing the food in my mouth before putting more food in. So there's your 'thing I did not know about Ai Lyn' thing for today. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/AILYN%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-6052532985121123190?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/6052532985121123190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=6052532985121123190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/6052532985121123190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/6052532985121123190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2009/04/your-love-has-rearranged-my-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-8540136068412515262</id><published>2009-04-22T00:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T00:40:31.865+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need my journal back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's LOST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-8540136068412515262?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/8540136068412515262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=8540136068412515262' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/8540136068412515262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/8540136068412515262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-need-my-journal-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-5426085579359238898</id><published>2009-04-21T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T23:51:19.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmmm</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;You're looking for something you can't find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;If you give it up you'll lose your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;There's always something in the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;What can you say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;You're gonna have a good day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Day- The Click Five&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes. I'm going through all the old songs that I haven't listened to in forever.&lt;br /&gt;I like this song, I used to listen to it over and over again because it was so catchy. I sang along to it a billion times, but I never took the time to look at the lyrics and try to make sense of it. To make it mean something to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhhh. I'm not sure what those words mean to me. I think I get the general message/feeling it's trying to convey, but it doesn't fully make sense to me. Ah well. I'll just leave it, and go and have a good day (of pure confusion). :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I listened to all (well the ones on this computer anyway) the old Jonas Brothers songs I used to listen to. No, not that Burnin' Up crap. Songs like You Just Don't Know It and Time For Me To Fly ( :o When I tried typing 'time' the first time, it came out as 'Tim'. and then when I typed 'for' I typed Fore instead. LOL. Heh. You'd get this is you know SF.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neway, I love these songs. *wub*&lt;br /&gt;Why did I suddenly decide to listen to all these old songs that I had abandoned for a while?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because my MP3 player has been spoiled for like a few weeks now, and my radio has been taken to May Lyn's room since last month and I don't have a radio in my room anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can still get my songs from my MP3 player, because I don't have a back up of some of the songs in there. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feels like listening to: the rocket summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-5426085579359238898?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/5426085579359238898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=5426085579359238898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/5426085579359238898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/5426085579359238898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2009/04/hmmmm.html' title='hmmmm'/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-4234574617911634797</id><published>2009-04-20T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T20:22:03.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I found what I've been trying to say</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Glen Hansard - Falling Slowly Lyrics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; I don't know you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; But I want you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; All the more for that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; Words fall through me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; And always fool me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; And I can't react&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; And games that never amount&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; To more than they're meant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; Will play themselves out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; Take this sinking boat and point it home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; We've still got time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; You'll make it now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; Falling slowly, eyes that know me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; And I can't go back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; Moods that take me and erase me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; And I'm painted black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; You have suffered enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; And warred with yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; It's time that you won&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; Take this sinking boat and point it home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; We've still got time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; Raise your hopeful voice you had a choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; You've made it now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; Falling slowly sing your melody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; I'll sing along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kris Allen sang this song for last week's American Idol and I am loving it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CoSL_qayMCc&amp;amp;feature=fvst"&gt;Here the original version.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited. They're showing the movie 'Once' on Star Movies tomorrow night. (which is the movie the song is from)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;'I don't know you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt; But I want you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;All the more for that'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-4234574617911634797?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/4234574617911634797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=4234574617911634797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/4234574617911634797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/4234574617911634797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2009/04/glen-hansard-falling-slowly-lyrics-i.html' title='I found what I&apos;ve been trying to say'/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-2452370490303478726</id><published>2009-04-19T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T23:07:07.618+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="UIStoryAttachment_Media UIStoryAttachment_MediaSingle"&gt;&lt;div class="UIMediaItem"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/thefirs-ranl/index.php?_c=m&amp;amp;ref=nf" onclick="'ft("&gt;&lt;div class="UIMediaItem_Wrapper" style=""&gt;&lt;img src="http://platform.ak.facebook.com/www.new/app_full_proxy.php?app=78654417273&amp;amp;v=1&amp;amp;size=f&amp;amp;cksum=2ca747c8344a5096e00608823af9be19&amp;amp;src=http%3A%2F%2Fquiz.viralreactor.com.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fa%2F4%2F3%2Fe%2Fa43eabc18d0425d95d27c2da0aebbe6b.jpg" alt="" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="UIStoryAttachment_Media UIStoryAttachment_MediaSingle"&gt;&lt;div class="UIMediaItem"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/thefirs-ranl/index.php?_c=m&amp;amp;ref=nf" onclick="'ft("&gt;&lt;div class="UIMediaItem_Wrapper" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="CopyTitle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ai just took the  &lt;a href="http://apps.facebook.com/thefirs-ranl/index.php?_c=m" onclick="(new Image()).src = '/ajax/ct.php?app_id=78654417273&amp;amp;action_type=3&amp;amp;post_form_id=15a7f2c49e44ebce4f4725a4d5928ed6&amp;amp;position=4&amp;amp;' + Math.random();ft(&amp;quot;4:9:63:0:0:::::717014148:1:78654417273:::0:0::0::0::&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;1240154947:94ab9e56b00f2b1b03ff754813cabbf7&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;clk&amp;quot;,0,&amp;quot;nf&amp;quot;);return true;"&gt;The First Letter Of Your Lover...&lt;/a&gt; quiz and got the result: J, S, Z, Y, U..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="CopyTitle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I was bored enough to take this ridiculous quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You KNOW it's so STUPID and that your answers to the quesions have absolutely no relation to who 'your lover' is but you still take the quiz. Bahahahah. But yes, I was bored, and the link was right in front of me. Though, why I'm archiving the results on my blog, I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm a little amused by it, that's all.&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/5673481708091674479-2452370490303478726?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/2452370490303478726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=2452370490303478726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/2452370490303478726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/2452370490303478726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2009/04/ai-just-took-the-first-letter-of-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-6971898272853329871</id><published>2009-04-19T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T17:49:24.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Blank, Sincerely Blank</title><content type='html'>Dear You,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you can open up, but you just choose not to sometimes. That's something we have in common. So thanks for talking to me, even if it was only for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love, Ai Lyn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-6971898272853329871?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/6971898272853329871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=6971898272853329871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/6971898272853329871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/6971898272853329871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2009/04/dear-you-i-know-you-can-open-up-but-you.html' title='Dear Blank, Sincerely Blank'/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-8153352219882287466</id><published>2009-04-19T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T17:23:26.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OH MY CAMERA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;listening to: Oh! Gravity- Switchfoot, album: The Best Yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most unbelievable thing just happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new incredibly expensive camera that cost a lot of my parents' hard earned money...&lt;br /&gt;FELL DOWN THE STAIRS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;srsly. it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, it didn't just drop on one step, it had to BOUNCE ALL THE WAY FROM THE TOP OF THE STAIRCASE ALL THE WAY DOWN STAIRS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, it bounced, but don't imagine the whole 'toink toink' bouncing sound. Because everytime it hit a step (I think it bounced at least 3 times) it went 'THUD. THUD.' like really loud. really really really loud (because this camera is REALLY bulky and heavy). I thought I was SCREWED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'...... no way the camera is okay.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally FROZE as I was at the top of the staircase watching my camera bounce down the stairs. And then when it finally stopped crashing/bouncing, I squeezed my eyes shut and prayed that what had just happened did NOT just happen. And that when I opened my eyes I would have gone back like 5 minutes to the past and the camera would not have just crashed down the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course when I opened my eyes, the camera was still lying there, at the bottom of the staircase. (the camera even managed to knock down this  big fake plastic stand of flowers on its way down the stairs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be such an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, this was entirely my fault. I put the camera in my bag and I didn't zip the bag up properly. And the zip sort of unzipped and I noticed that the camera was about to fall out so I was about to reach for the camera when... IT HAPPENED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..... but guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After yelling for my dad, and Tee Ming came out of the room to see what happened, I checked the camera expecting the worst (but hoping that it was okay, even though it seemed impossible) and well the first thing I saw was the the battery cover was displaced, so I pushed it back into place. Not broken, or anything. I checked the rest of the camera and there WASN'T A SINGLE SCRATCH. The lens looked PERFECTLY FINE (even though the lens cover came off when the camera first bounced). I say looked, because I'm scared there might be some internal thing that is spoiled. Anyway, everything looks FINE. Again, I'm terrible scared that something inside the camera might be spoiled, but till now nothing seems to be wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I turned the power on and the camera could still work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can seriously vow and swear that this (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Canon Powershot SX 1 IS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;) is the TOUGHEST camera you will ever find.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-8153352219882287466?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/8153352219882287466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=8153352219882287466' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/8153352219882287466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/8153352219882287466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2009/04/oh-my.html' title='OH MY CAMERA'/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-3459589658728243624</id><published>2009-04-18T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T17:06:58.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TODAY (yet another long rambling.... with some personality test results analysis)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Today.... let's see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 10 am something. Thank you Mr. Alarm Clock which is usually not loud enough to wake me up on week day mornings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate a pancake. Yummm.&lt;br /&gt;Drank milk. ( I wonder if drinking milk is the reason I'm sleepy in the mornings. Because Miss Ho (My violin teacher), or as what I've recently taken the liking to calling her, Mis Sho ( but I believe she threatened to strangle me if I ever call her that again (oh how I love how many brackets I have within this bracket), says that milk makes its drinker sleepy. I think I read that in Reader's Digest too. (but Reader's Digest is crap nowadays. And RD is also the reason why my sister believes that:&lt;br /&gt;1. Sleeping can help you lose weight.&lt;br /&gt;2. Eating... um I can't remember what it was, but whatever it was, if you eat it, you'll lose weight too. Whatever it is, it's pretty ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;Sooooooo, back to the milk thing, I asked my mom if drinking milk makes someone sleepy and she said no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I don't know whether drinking milk makes people sleepy or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even if milk is the reason why I'm so sleepy in the mornings after drinking milk, then heck with it. NOTHING WILL TAKE ME AWAY FROM MY FRESH MILK. Even if it's the lousy Malaysian milk. I even drink milk for lunch and dinner when my friends don't drink milk at all. But I'M the one who ends up with bone aches. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plopped myself on the sofa and watched TV for a REALLY LONG TIME. Which I shouldn't have done. Because I have mid year exams in 4 weeks. And a GEO kerja kursus which is due next monday, but I haven't even touched it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the Kid's Choice Awards. :DDDDDD&lt;br /&gt;Which yes, was shown in the US like a month or two ago I think, and premiered in Asia on Sunday earlier this week. So I'm watching it really late. But whatever. It was so coooooool. I think I still have a right to like the KCA, being 14 and all. I'll have that right forever actually,  so when I'm 18 and watching the Kid's Choice Awards, don't mock me! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I noticed about this year's Kid's Choice Awards:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Dwayne Johnson, the host. I believe he was shirtless 70% of the time he was on stage. Bleahhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How everybody on stage keep saying 'the kids' or 'you kids'. hahahah. Even though some of them themselves are still kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. David Archuleta. *wub* I know, it's sick how fangirlish I am of him. But please let me swoon here, it's my blog afterall. :P&lt;br /&gt;Let's see, he was sitting in between both his parents (cue 'aww') and when they announced AI as the winner for Best Reality Show or something he was all 'Should I go up?' (2nd cue for 'awww'.) and then, I think his hands were really sweaty or something so when he went up on stage to get the blimp, with Paula Abdul, he was shaking hands with the presenters of the awards and everything, and he was shaking (okay... I don't know how to say it. Like when your hands are wet you'll sort of wave it, no wait wrong word, uhhh, shake it?.... to get your hands to dry) his hands and he was all 'Sorry, my hands are all sweaty!' to the big buff dude, John Cena. And he was wiping his hands on his shirt (when I typed that out, it actually sounds disgusting... I don't know, it's just really funny and david-ish how he was doing that on stage and all) and the John dude was all 'hahaha, it's okay'. (aww)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know I put in a lot of unnecessary 'aww's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;anyway. he was being the awkward funny humble and not-celebrityish person that we all love so much. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I just wrote an entire paragraph on David Archuleta. Gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The Jonas Brothers are like the opposite of David. Except Kevin o course. Nick and Joe are so.... diva-ish. Or maybe they're just really nervous about speaking in front of such a loud crowd and so they were trying to sound professional and all in their thank you speech. Awh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I loved the animated cartoon burping thingy. LOL. I don't find burping funny or anything, it was the other quips during the burping contest that I found funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I like that they now (or did they have it before?) have a Favourite Book category. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me thinks that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching KCA, I watched Look Who's Talking. That was cool. The baby's were cute. But Julie in Look Who's Talking Too takes the cake for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh. I need to stop blogging about stupid materialistic but fun stuff. (but that doesn't mean I'll actually stop forever. hahah. I just meant that I have to stop now, because I have to go to bed now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goose Night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edit: Oh wait, after I published this I noticed that I completely blew on the whole analysis of my personality test results, which I have been meaning to do for a long time, so yeah. heh. maybe next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-3459589658728243624?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/3459589658728243624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=3459589658728243624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/3459589658728243624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/3459589658728243624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-yet-another-long-rambling-with.html' title='TODAY (yet another long rambling.... with some personality test results analysis)'/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-610241119091115438</id><published>2009-04-17T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T21:58:50.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I would prefer posting my 'status updates' over here than on facebook. Because over here I can make my statements as long as I want. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go for 2 HOURS of BM tuition in about 1 and a half hours. :( I really can't handle BM, I mean I'm thankful that I know enough BM to be able to speak with my malay friends, but srsly, all these karangans and karangans and karangans. I can't TAKE IT ANYMORE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-610241119091115438?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/610241119091115438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=610241119091115438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/610241119091115438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/610241119091115438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-would-prefer-posting-my-status.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-1293604271658069866</id><published>2009-04-17T18:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T17:00:38.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change gonna come...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I've made some changes to my blog's layout and appearance. Yes. What once was on the left is now on the right and what was once on the right is not on the left. Why? I figured that... well it's hard to explain really..&lt;br /&gt;that if the start of all my sentences (in my blog posts) were in the middle, it would be easier to read. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, the background colour of my blog has changed. Didn't you notice? It's now a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;LIGHTER black.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Hahah. And my text colour is also a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;DARKER white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;. I'm not joking, I'm just probably using wrong colour terms, that's all. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also resoluting to make a more suitable banner to use as my header. The Paint Shop Pro window has been open for about an hour now with an empty canvas.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: yes, I realise that I used a song title with a real deep meaning to it as the title of this small trivial post. heheh. sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-1293604271658069866?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/1293604271658069866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=1293604271658069866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/1293604271658069866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/1293604271658069866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2009/04/change-gonna-come.html' title='Change gonna come...'/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-7862361221428186833</id><published>2009-04-16T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T17:17:37.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I've got a blocked nose. Heh. Vicks helped for a while and then my nose got all stuffy again. Mehhh. DOH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on time, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;JUST on time to school&lt;/span&gt; again as usual. Heh. And dad's new found short cut [or rather long cut, because it's really a longer route just that it takes less time to go to school that way because it has less traffic lights than our usual route which has  like a billion and one traffic lights mostly for pedestrians, but whatever]. And, yeah, we reached school at 7:35 I think. Which is when the bell should've rang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First period was PJ (Pendidikan Jasmani/ Physical Education)&lt;br /&gt;Tell me &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;WHYYY do we have to write and sing a poem/tuneless song for PJ&lt;/span&gt;? Is it PHYSICAL in any way at all? Nope. I think my group got 1 out of 10 or something for our presentation of our poem. Because Pritam didn't like it at all. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;two glorious periods of Chinese&lt;/span&gt;. Didn't really have a proper lesson today because Pn. Farm and the other chinese girls were looking for a Chinese song for our class to sing for the Chinese Singing Competition for Minggu Bahasa next week. So while I was doing my math tuition homework, I was treated to the sounds of Cantopop-ish sounding music. I believe I even heard a chinese rendition of some ol mambo song and also High School Musical's Bet On It. HAH. And then there was this cool one, which was all soft and sad and apparently, according to my teacher, was saying something along the lines of 'when I see your face again after 1000 years' or something like that. Hahah. But the rest of the class thought it was too sad and slow for us to sing so, oh well. I'm not sure what they ended up deciding on though, so yes, I believe this Chinese Singing Competition thingy will be the first time I'm actually getting up on stage in school and singing. Hah. This is going to be rich. And I can't believe I actually VOLUNTEERED for it. I mean, if you know me, you know that I NEVER [the term here being used a bit loosely] EVER like or willingly sing in front of a crowd or anything. I don't join my friends when they're presenting a song for Easter, I have not performed in a choir since that time, you know a really long time ago when our church had this Christmas Choir and they needed some kids to sing a few lines for this one song, and I remember going all the way to &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Taiping to sing with the choir&lt;/span&gt;, but that was totally cool, because they gave us these cool glow sticks to hold and we kids had SO much fun playing together after we had rehearsed or performed that small little part we sang in that ONE song, so YES, that was incredibly fun, and I will never forget that night after we sang in Taiping when we went INSANE with the glow sticks.... and um, slippers? if I remember correctly. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh I can get so sidetracked sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. Yes. So I'm sort of kind of okay with this whole &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Chinese singing thing because I'm going to be singing with like 20++  of my classmates. So it's cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. So after Chinese was &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;. And Asmimi ( Oh how I love that we students call our teachers by their not-so-formal names when they can't hear us. Of course there was that one time when a teacher came into our class and asked who was the teacher who entered our class before her and so I blurted out 'Kamalambal' without thinking. Heeeeeehhhh. ) gave us a little too much time to do some grammar exercises from a workbook. And I also found out that the Spelling Bee she'd been telling us to sign up for was actually only for the Form 4s, and also that the Spelling Bee was over already. Hah. And she was all 'I can't believe we lost in SPELLING' (she's saying this in reference to the fact that our school lost in the spelling bee to another school) when she can't spell ecstatic, and writes off the word 'burly' as an adverb because it has a '-ly' at the back. Seriously. I understand no one is perfect and everyone makes mistakes. But she refuses to admit that she has made a mistake. It stinks, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after English was our extremely short 20 minute break, and after that was Math. Math was great as usual. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Mr. Ooi is THE BOMB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except for when he makes my friends repeat 300 times the correction for their math mistake. ( Though I know it's for our own good. Because he's taught to NOT do something but we end up carelessly making that same stupid mistake. And this way maybe we'll actually remember not to make the same mistake) It is kind of funny. But sad too. Heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After English was KH, and I had to find Pn Suriyati (as newly elected assistant monitor, heh, though I had to do the monitor's duties today on my first day of being the assistant. heh. The monitor was absent today. O.o I keep forgetting that I am, but good thing I have Gartinne to keep reminding me ;)  )  as usual, because she never seems to remember when she has classes, and as usual she was in the canteen, chatting with her colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after KH was IT. I couldn't present my slides because the rest of my group was absent. So I spent some time browsing the LaSalle College of Arts website and looked at all the admission requirement and also found out that application fees can be SO EXPENSIVE (srsly, 125 singaporean dollars?!?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I went to the car, with a 10 kg load on my shoulders, to find out that my little brother complaining about being famished. Hah. He totally wanted to go into my school to buy some snacks, but then he ran the WRONG WAY, as in he'd only have to run like 10 metres to the right to reach the school entrance, but nooooooo, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;he ran for like 50 metres to the left and only after reaching the end of that path did he realise that he'd been running the wrong way the whole time.&lt;/span&gt; HAHAHA. And so he had to run all the way back to the car, and by then he was too tired to run into the school to buy himself a snack. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thirsty. Aaaack. Oh look! A bottle of water! *drinks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not love how my blog posts never have a main idea that would make it easier for whoever reads this to be focused on. Hehhhhh. Gosh, I have the most unreadable blog EVER. hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Nat's semi-final Georgian Idol performance was today, but I couldn't stay back to watch her. :( I hope she did well. I even saw her when I was rushing to go home but I wasn't expecting to see her so I was going to say 'hi' and then I saw a guitar on her back and I was like ':o' 'what's that doing there?' and then I realised it was for her performance and I was like 'ohhh' but by then she'd already walked past me so, heh, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;sorry, Nat, for the lack of friendliness&lt;/span&gt;. heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, something I should've mention like at the beginning of this post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY KONG KONG/KUNG KUNG/GONG GONG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's his 73rd birthday! Go Kung Kung! HAIII if you ever get a computer with Internet access and find out my blog address and actually see this post dedicated to youuuuuuuuuuu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I loved what you said about being thankful when you wake up every morning and see the 'whaat ah, uh, the SUN'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If only you'd see how much God loves you, and see that enough that you'd accept Jesus as your Saviour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Love you, Kung!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and thus I shall end this extremely long and unreadable blog post. x]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-7862361221428186833?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/7862361221428186833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=7862361221428186833' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/7862361221428186833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/7862361221428186833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2009/04/ramblings.html' title='Ramblings...'/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-4654093121395960899</id><published>2009-04-14T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T00:04:44.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;duuuude. I need to get my life straightened out because recently:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- I have too many unfinished [most of them HALF finished] homework that are WAYYYY overdue. and for some reason I can't get myself to finish it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- I skipped karate on Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- I skipped school today because I have a sore throat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- THAT, resulting in me losing I think 5 MARKS for Moral mid year marks because I didn't get to do my presentation due to my absence [ my sick letter is totally legit and true, btw, but of course I don't think the teacher is going to believe it due to all the other bogus sick letters out there ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- PMR trials are in... 3 months? and I still haven't been following a revision schedule and so I think I am incredibly behind in my revision for 7 subjects, each 3 years worth of facts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- My addiction to teenage novels is getting pretty unhealthy. Because I've been reading instead of doing my homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- my wanting to sleep all the time... and then not sleep when I'm supposed to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;- and most importantly, my lack of discipline causing me to have not read the Bible and doing my quiet time in the past few days. I'm terrible. Terrible, I tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;this sore throat is killing me. and I have to go to school tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-4654093121395960899?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/4654093121395960899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=4654093121395960899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/4654093121395960899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/4654093121395960899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2009/04/duuuude.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-2641262289918927378</id><published>2009-04-14T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T22:03:46.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vice Verses- Jon Foreman</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yziGaOi3-ks&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yziGaOi3-ks&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;br /&gt;*love*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-2641262289918927378?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/2641262289918927378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=2641262289918927378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/2641262289918927378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/2641262289918927378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2009/04/vice-verses-jon-foreman.html' title='Vice Verses- Jon Foreman'/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-6211941151092685163</id><published>2009-04-11T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T01:53:17.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;today was the first day of the easter conference at church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;. the speaker, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;MA Joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; was really interesting. and animated. hahah. he'd act out a lot of stuff so that we wouldn't get bored easily. Not that we're bored of what he's saying. The thing with most speakers/messages is that the message is really interesting, but sometimes your mind just wanders off after having listened for like 10 minutes straight, so yeah you need something to pull back your attention to the speaker, that is before you suddenly realise that you've been distracted. Because I usually miss quite some stuff before I finally realise that I've been distracted, then I continue listening and try to pick up from where my mind wandered off. hahah. Well, MA Joy answered quite a number of questions that have probably hung around in my head before but then I just forgot about it. So this was good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;also, I don't like crowds much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;. And the thing at these Easter Conferences every year is that after the message, during refreshments,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; everybody is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;EVERYWHERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;. srsly it's really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt; disorientating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; for me. I got all blurred. It was even more disorientating suddenly seeing so many people from bible camp which I wasn't expecting, or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;maybe I just wasn't ready for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;. So yes I mostly being a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-family: verdana;"&gt;wall flower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;, or when unfortunately there was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;no suitable wall to hang at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;, I'd be stuck awkwardly between two conversing people. Hah. I saw Michelle and she seemed a little out of place too, idk. And so after all that blur-ness, of course I was affected, and so I became what I'd describe as lifeless. Like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-family: verdana;"&gt;I CAN'T THINK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;. I can't make conversation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;[thing is that I was perfectly fine before the whole after message thing, I mean I could even hold a conversation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;-a short one, consisting of maybe 1 or two lines, but still-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt; with that certain someone.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; I don't know where to go and stand. And everything is so awkward and busy and everyone's moving and I don't know what I'm supposed to do or where I'm supposed to go because...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"&gt;there IS no where I'm supposed to go and&lt;br /&gt;there IS nothing I'm supposed to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;on second thought, maybe there is. Maybe I was supposed to go find my bible camp friends and say Hi to them instead of just trying to catch their eye to smile at them, but failing to do so I instead walked past them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I'm terribly sorry I was such an unfriendly zombie tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;and I have to say, thank you God, for giving me good friends who still want to be with me when I'm all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt;lifeless and boring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I don't get why my friends want to be my friends. I honestly don't deserve them. I can be so boring, have absolutely nothing to say, react to things and situations in a really weird manner, and sometimes I really don't act like a friend,  and yadayadayada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;that said, y'know how I wait for someone to say Hi to me before I say Hi to them.... or when people put their arm around me but I don't, in turn, put my arm around them. I hope they don't think I don't like them or anything... I truly appreciate the love,  it's just not in my nature to put my arm around anybody but my little brother, or another explanation- I don't know how to express my love for my friends and family back. I just thank God for them in my head, not realising that the one who just gave me the hug &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CAN'T READ MY MIND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; for goodness sake. I'm in a world of my own, honestly. So they show me some love, but they leave without the assurance of my love back. [sorry bout all this love business, heh, i'm not sure i'm using the appropriate words here, but it doesn't really matter since nobody's gonna read this, except for Jon the nosy parker. :P jkjkjk]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;anyway. i was actually planning to blog today about David Archuleta. But I think I'll save it for tomorrow. I felt so relieved of all my David-Archuleta-loooveee when I saw Zara in church. hahah. And it also helped that I got to gush with my dear friends in school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;[why the colours and italians? heh I'm just trying to make my post look nicer. heheh. otherwise it'd just be a block of words. which it still is, of course, just that now, it's a COLOURFUL block of words. :) ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: i'm trying out Verdana. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-6211941151092685163?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/6211941151092685163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=6211941151092685163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/6211941151092685163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/6211941151092685163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-was-first-day-of-easter.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-6017028336494551163</id><published>2009-04-05T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T23:42:10.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>questions questions questions questions questions&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-6017028336494551163?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/6017028336494551163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=6017028336494551163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/6017028336494551163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/6017028336494551163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2009/04/questions-questions-questions-questions.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-7563315773257882604</id><published>2009-04-04T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T00:08:39.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can't shake this feeeeeeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I FEEL LIKE JUMPING UP AND DOWN  [i did do so just now, and i ran up and down the stairs, but i still feel like jumping heheh].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;my friend just won two tickets to david archuleta's concert here which is 5 hours away from where I live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;my parents are like 'why are you so excited? YOU didn't win the tickets'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have no idea why. hahahah. I'm so influenced by the things around me, and what is happening in other peoples lives. If someone is sad, I get sad, if something good happened to someone, I get happy. it's weird. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[i totally just copy and pasted that from  my post on the boards. i was too lazy to type it out again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--IBF.ATTACHMENT_328246--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-7563315773257882604?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/7563315773257882604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=7563315773257882604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/7563315773257882604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/7563315773257882604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-feel-like-jumping-up-and-down-i-did.html' title='can&apos;t shake this feeeeeeling'/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-7795034914259015926</id><published>2009-04-03T00:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T00:08:12.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kris Allen= love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kris Allen is da bomb. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;he's got that same 'archuleta effect' on me. hahah. he's so NICE. insanely creative with his performances and arrangement. he's got that energy and style in his performances that i love oh so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and I got my fullstop key back. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i have to get used to not doing the whole 'control + v' thing now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-7795034914259015926?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/7795034914259015926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=7795034914259015926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/7795034914259015926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/7795034914259015926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2009/04/kris-allen-is-da-bomb.html' title='Kris Allen= love'/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-5424674177570930542</id><published>2009-03-31T22:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T23:15:44.812+08:00</updated><title type='text'>edit: bigger things than trials</title><content type='html'>trials in 4 months time!&lt;br /&gt;tis true.&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I read through mah new camera's manual [almost halfway through] then spent like half an hour taking pictures of Dad's new LED product. And then just now, for like an HOUR I took like a billion shots of the same thing. and gahhh I was so frustrated because no matter how still I held the camera and how many times I played around with the settings, all I get it BLUR pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoahwhoahwhoah.&lt;br /&gt;my mom just knocked on my door and told me that my old classmate in primary school, that her mom just found out she had lung cancer and just had an operation to remove one lung where the cancer had spread today [or was it yesterday, bah]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my insides feel all sad now.&lt;br /&gt;[this friend lives just 5 doors from me, btw, but i haven't talked to her in ages]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope she's okay. I'll be praying for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-5424674177570930542?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/5424674177570930542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=5424674177570930542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/5424674177570930542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/5424674177570930542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2009/03/only-4-months-till-trials-o.html' title='edit: bigger things than trials'/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-7025472068731538165</id><published>2009-03-29T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T21:24:00.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>online games</title><content type='html'>My little brother made his first online game&lt;br /&gt;awhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;i was the first tester&lt;br /&gt;but of course it wasn't my cup o tea&lt;br /&gt;but it was okay, like the game was impressive, considering he did it just by following some article he found online on how to do it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-7025472068731538165?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/7025472068731538165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=7025472068731538165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/7025472068731538165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/7025472068731538165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2009/03/online-games.html' title='online games'/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-6290215613433133455</id><published>2009-03-28T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T21:11:36.741+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Earth Hour.... bleah</title><content type='html'>I am not supporting Earth Hour. YET I'm being subjected to using the computer in the dark. I'm getting eye strain. ahhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my American Idol only got recorded half way. D: BUT I got to see Danny and Adam. both were great. Adam was AMAZING. still bummed I didn't get to see the rest though. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also, David A. is coming to KL. Hah. I mayyyyy be a little excited. Even though there is no way I could possibly go watch him. Twould be nice to meet him though, he seems really nice and humble, but the screaming fangirls around him would be a &lt;em&gt;pain.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-6290215613433133455?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/6290215613433133455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=6290215613433133455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/6290215613433133455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/6290215613433133455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2009/03/earth-hour-bleah.html' title='Earth Hour.... bleah'/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-3456332271542718227</id><published>2009-03-28T00:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T01:25:05.691+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YAYYY CALEB GOT INTO LA SALLE</title><content type='html'>am listening to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Kris Allen&lt;/span&gt; singin &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;How Sweet It Is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[btw my period key is spoiled, again]&lt;br /&gt;It's only a recording, not a video, because I can't find any on youtube&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am I looking for it on youtube? because 8tv TOTALLY WENT OFF PROGRAM and started american idol like 15 minutes ahead of schedule&lt;br /&gt;so I missed the first two performances&lt;br /&gt;the second which was Kris's&lt;br /&gt;and the first, i hope it wasn't Danny or Adam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywayy&lt;br /&gt;Kris Allen=win&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;am loving the song&lt;br /&gt;i tell you it's gonna be stuck in my head all day tomorrow, and when I'm at Pinang Peranakan Mansion to do my kajian sejarah, and when I'm at the Canon Warehouse Sale at Anson Road, and when I get back, yes I believe the song will be stuck in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goos night peoples who are few or none&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-3456332271542718227?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/3456332271542718227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=3456332271542718227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/3456332271542718227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/3456332271542718227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2009/03/yayyy-caleb-got-into-la-salle-am.html' title='YAYYY CALEB GOT INTO LA SALLE'/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-5882394576677401118</id><published>2009-03-23T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T01:11:48.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ah. I have a Siviks presentation on Wind Power tomorrow. And the hopefully Pn. J won't scrutinize every move and sentence we make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sun&lt;/span&gt; heats up areas of the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;atmosphere&lt;/span&gt; unevenly&lt;br /&gt;These &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;warm&lt;/span&gt; patches rise up&lt;br /&gt;and other air blows in to replace them&lt;br /&gt;this is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WINDDDDDD&lt;/span&gt;. ohhh yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sneaks a look at notes again*&lt;br /&gt;ah yes.&lt;br /&gt;we build a large tower with propellers at the top to generate electricity from the wind.&lt;br /&gt;The wind blows the propellers round which *sneaks again*&lt;br /&gt;turns a generator which produces electricity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-5882394576677401118?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/5882394576677401118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=5882394576677401118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/5882394576677401118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/5882394576677401118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2009/03/ah.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-7983657758914973802</id><published>2009-03-21T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T00:01:17.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have the meanest sister. ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-7983657758914973802?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/7983657758914973802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=7983657758914973802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/7983657758914973802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/7983657758914973802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-have-meanest-sister.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-8406170627711167490</id><published>2009-03-21T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T01:10:41.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh. so last night I&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; fell asleep during a sleepover&lt;/span&gt;. which is probably the LAMEST thing anyone could do during a sleepover. so yeah I missed all the talking. heh. and guess what was the last thing I did before falling asleep? I was reading my sister's physics book. heh. So yesterday I learned about basic quantities, vector quantities, scaylar [?] quantities and all that. hah. but I'm still not very clear on what is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;velocity&lt;/span&gt;. Zara and May Lyn gave me varying meanings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-8406170627711167490?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/8406170627711167490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=8406170627711167490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/8406170627711167490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/8406170627711167490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-4290770416495345385</id><published>2009-03-19T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T00:06:36.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it works! ...............................</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;somehow, I don't know how, but somehow, cow, brown cow, tell me how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my period key is working again. YESSS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy this bout of dots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;................&lt;br /&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaaand. I just realised that I have very little time finish up all my holiday homework that are all due on MONDAYYY.&lt;br /&gt;because this is my sort of, kind of, almost hectic and full weekend I have planned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow morning: Spice garden. Picture taking. Suh-weeet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow afternoon: Piano, Violin. moooooooooooooosic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow night: BM tuition. till 10 AT NIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow midnight: will be watching cheesy old romance movies during sleepover with zara and zian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday morning and after: MOOOOVIES. and possibly some cycling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right before YP: JUUUUNO with Nat and maybe Tab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afternoon: YP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night: I THINK I have Science and Math tuition. I'll have to check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: Church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which leaves me part of Sunday afternoon and night to finish up all my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-4290770416495345385?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/4290770416495345385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=4290770416495345385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/4290770416495345385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/4290770416495345385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-works.html' title='it works! ...............................'/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-7590898433698978920</id><published>2009-03-18T23:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T23:53:18.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>clock! look! oooooOOH</title><content type='html'>I put a clock right there to &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;remind me to get off the computer when I've been on for too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay clock&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-7590898433698978920?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/7590898433698978920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=7590898433698978920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/7590898433698978920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/7590898433698978920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2009/03/clock-look-oooooooh.html' title='clock! look! oooooOOH'/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-456864269501826929</id><published>2009-03-18T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T23:36:45.798+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happily ever after</title><content type='html'>yadayada only happens in movies and tv shows like Ned's Declassified&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I just watched the LAST episode of Ned's&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to miss you&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ned's Declassified School Survival Guide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-456864269501826929?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/456864269501826929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=456864269501826929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/456864269501826929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/456864269501826929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2009/03/happily-ever-after.html' title='happily ever after'/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-374981969216443893</id><published>2009-03-18T20:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T21:21:42.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;the night's a perfect shade of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dark blue, dark blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have you ever been &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;alone in a crowded room&lt;/span&gt; when I'm &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;here with you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;dark blue, dark blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have you ever been alone in a crowded room well I'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;here with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wheeeeee&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;3 Jack's Mannequin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-374981969216443893?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/374981969216443893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=374981969216443893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/374981969216443893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/374981969216443893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2009/03/dark-blue-dark-blue-have-you-ever-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-2356726065871303634</id><published>2009-03-18T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T20:46:57.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NA, NA ,NA, NANANA NAAAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;NANANANAAAA, NANA, NAAAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway jason mraz is still stuck in my head&lt;br /&gt;i am also listening to him right now&lt;br /&gt;which is probably why he's in my head&lt;br /&gt;ha, ha, ha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-2356726065871303634?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/2356726065871303634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=2356726065871303634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/2356726065871303634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/2356726065871303634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2009/03/na-na-na-nanana-naaaaaaa-guess-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-1926064489264806649</id><published>2009-03-18T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T01:26:09.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh&lt;br /&gt;i just entered livechat but no one's in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss livechat!&lt;br /&gt;when it first started EVERYONE would be in there&lt;br /&gt;ahh&lt;br /&gt;good times good times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also miss those afternoon livechats with Abi and Hoova&lt;br /&gt;ah&lt;br /&gt;very good times&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-1926064489264806649?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/1926064489264806649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=1926064489264806649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/1926064489264806649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/1926064489264806649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2009/03/oh-i-just-entered-livechat-but-no-ones.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-4752628667711929091</id><published>2009-03-18T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T01:20:49.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you and I bothhh</title><content type='html'>Yeahh You and I Both by Jason Mraz is stuck in my head&lt;br /&gt;also the period key on this keyboard is spoiled&lt;br /&gt;so there shall be no dots&lt;br /&gt;in this blog post&lt;br /&gt;ohhhhh ROT!&lt;br /&gt;i think i see a ghost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah yes, a pathetic attempt at rhyming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am pathetic&lt;br /&gt;-at song writing&lt;br /&gt;-at being noticed&lt;br /&gt;-at not screwing up&lt;br /&gt;-at having fun&lt;br /&gt;-at finishing homework on time&lt;br /&gt;-at talking&lt;br /&gt;-at approaching&lt;br /&gt;-at making something last [no not last, first, LAST, i mean LAST LAST forever ish kind of LAST]&lt;br /&gt;-at explaining something&lt;br /&gt;-at saying what I'm trying to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence hopefully by undead-ing my blog [once again] that I will improve in my um, English and um, be able to write down and say what I think using proper words and sentences [missing dot]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully no one reads this blog post&lt;br /&gt;Yep sometimes I wish I had never given anyone my blog url&lt;br /&gt;so that I can my secret online diary&lt;br /&gt;sometimes when I'm typing a blog post I seem to be typing it to myself and so I type my blog post as if no one is going to read the content of my post&lt;br /&gt;which is stoooopid I know&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty much doing the same thing now&lt;br /&gt;but I think it'd be a waste of typing if I don't publish this post&lt;br /&gt;but anyway it's not like anyone wants to READ my ramblings&lt;br /&gt;right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gah I wish I could write something people would actually read and understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and FB is being annoying&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to figure out how to see all the photos index and the notes index&lt;br /&gt;and for some reason I have this incredible urge to actually do that whole '25 Random Things' that's been wayyyyyy overdue&lt;br /&gt;because I think I was tagged like a month ago&lt;br /&gt;by like 10 people&lt;br /&gt;hmmm&lt;br /&gt;maybe I should do it now&lt;br /&gt;here&lt;br /&gt;yep&lt;br /&gt;here we go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 Random Things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- I stink at making lists&lt;br /&gt;2- I am an introverted extrovert [ I can really shy and I can't be really outspoken too, totally depending on my mood, surroundings, people I'm with, y'know]&lt;br /&gt;3- I kick myself [not literally, I'd kick myself in my head if I just did something I regret]&lt;br /&gt;4- I am awkward [try holding a conversation with me, you'll see]&lt;br /&gt;5- I canNOT dance&lt;br /&gt;6- I iz clutz&lt;br /&gt;7- ---- oh great, i'm stuck already&lt;br /&gt;ummm&lt;br /&gt;7- I wish I had a good guy friend ['why a guy?' you may ask, i don't know either]&lt;br /&gt;8- I am incredibly indecisive [but WAIT, recently I've found a way to curb my indecisiveness problems, that is to just HENTAM-yayy- It's effective, but brings to wrong choices]&lt;br /&gt;9- I miss my hamsters :(&lt;br /&gt;10- I wish I had a dog&lt;br /&gt;11- which reminds me, I miss Bubbles :(&lt;br /&gt;12- I also miss some people who I shall not name here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna stop here&lt;br /&gt;because I'm stuck&lt;br /&gt;whooo&lt;br /&gt;and I am not going to post that facebook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah and I've really been getting into Unfabulous and Ned's Declassified again&lt;br /&gt;and Nick's showing em everyday now&lt;br /&gt;though a new episode is rare&lt;br /&gt;i wish ned and moze would be together alreadyyyy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-4752628667711929091?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/4752628667711929091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=4752628667711929091' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/4752628667711929091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/4752628667711929091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-and-i-bothhh.html' title='you and I bothhh'/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-4558249010858755303</id><published>2009-03-03T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T18:25:16.255+08:00</updated><title type='text'>um</title><content type='html'>so.... exams coming next week. bah. am so behind on my studies. especially geo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-4558249010858755303?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/4558249010858755303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=4558249010858755303' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/4558249010858755303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/4558249010858755303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2009/03/um.html' title='um'/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-7121691568288436569</id><published>2009-02-09T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T17:41:19.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was gonna blog about something just now but I completely forgot what it was. Um.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wait yeah I remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS THE BOARDS. [when I say boards I mean boardies]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;I only went on today after like... a year.... a week? heh. [also when I say boards I mean the LOBH boards and the officials.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid homework. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-7121691568288436569?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/7121691568288436569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=7121691568288436569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/7121691568288436569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/7121691568288436569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-was-gonna-blog-about-something-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-365814965081310834</id><published>2009-02-07T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T14:31:07.221+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>uhh. My astro broke down yesterday.... so sad. So while I freaking out and trying to get it to turn on, I decided to watch a DVD, came across the SF live in M'sia recording.. watched it! FUNN. sang and clapped along, closing my eyes trying to relive the concert in my head... not much fun doing it by myself though.. lol. yep. anyway. that was funnn. sigh. Then I remembered that I talked to SF on the phone.... and then I tried remembering how it all went down, and I COULDN'T REMEMBER. Not everything at least. I had to go look at one of my old posts to see what I said about it when it had just happened. But that post wasn't even complete. dgahh. It really seems like it was all a dream now. hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH. and I haven't been able to go online for the past few days and I MISSED posting a post to commemorate the YEAR since my first Switchfoot concert. ^_^ anyway I'll do it now. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;02.02.08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh. I don't have time now to type down about the concert right now, I have to go to church in about half and hour but I'll say that it was an awesome awesome awesome way more than fine experience. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday.... I went for my first BM tuition. It was otay. :] Had to write a karangan, and yall know how much I hate writing karangans especially when I don't know what or how to write what I want to write. But it was cool, that if I wanted to translate any English word all I'd have to do is ask the teacher. lol. Goodbye Dicky. I have someone else now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and then when I reached Z and Z's house.. I srsly thought I lost my phone.... because I couldn't find it in my pocket [where I thought I put it] and I couldn't find it in the car either, Zian helped me look too. Then I came to the painful conclusion that the phone must've fallen out of my pocket when I was sitting down outside of the tuition place waiting for my ride. I was planning on calling the tuition teacher and all till Zian asked me to check my bag... I checked it and TADA. my phone was there. Thank God. and SHEESH AI LYN WHY YOU GOTTA BE SO ABSENT MINDED. heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-365814965081310834?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/365814965081310834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=365814965081310834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/365814965081310834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/365814965081310834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2009/02/uhh.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-8950833766940094249</id><published>2009-01-30T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T15:23:50.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;got tagged by zara... heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Zoe&lt;br /&gt;2.Rachel&lt;br /&gt;3.Jonathan&lt;br /&gt;4.Caleb&lt;br /&gt;5.May Lyn&lt;br /&gt;6.Zara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh..... i can't think of anyone else. so i'll stop here. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* How you know 1? *&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;church last time... through our parents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;* What would you do if 3 &amp;amp; 4 dated you? *&lt;br /&gt;*snort*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;* Would 5 &amp;amp; 6 make a good couple ? *&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh... not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;* Do you think 7 is attractive? *&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very.... whoever 7 is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;* Do you know anything about 8's family? *&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;* Tell something about 9. *&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;* What language does 2 speak? *&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english, bm... uh maybe chinese? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;* Who is 3 going out with? *&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His pillow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;* How old is 4? *&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a hundred and ten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;* When was the last time u talk to 5? *&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;just now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;* Would you date 7? *&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who is seven?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;* What's 9's last name? *&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;* Would you consider being in a relationship with 1? *&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are in a relationship. we have a friendship. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;* Which school does 2 goes to? *&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's in uni!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;* What do you like about 3? *&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's got bushy hair. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-8950833766940094249?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/8950833766940094249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=8950833766940094249' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/8950833766940094249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/8950833766940094249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2009/01/got-tagged-by-zara.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-8345668782347797048</id><published>2009-01-25T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T18:11:02.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>attempting to undead my blog</title><content type='html'>I know what you're thinking...... 'UNDEAD?' or you could be thinking 'what AM I thinking?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what I'M thinking.... boy, that girl who auditioned first on the American Idol auditions in Loisville is not good. at all. gosh. What's worse is her parents who are lying to her about her singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah back to the undead thingy..... what do you think I mean by that? I'm too lazy to say it right now. baiimmagoeatcnyevedinnernow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-8345668782347797048?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/8345668782347797048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=8345668782347797048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/8345668782347797048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/8345668782347797048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2009/01/attempting-to-undead-my-blog.html' title='attempting to undead my blog'/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-5338639379983462971</id><published>2009-01-24T17:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T17:02:59.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>muahahahhahahahah</title><content type='html'>I like disturbing my older oldest cousin. :]  and I am doing so by typing this post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-5338639379983462971?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/5338639379983462971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=5338639379983462971' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/5338639379983462971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/5338639379983462971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2009/01/muahahahhahahahah.html' title='muahahahhahahahah'/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-3822342884014967925</id><published>2009-01-16T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T17:42:14.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mes gonna update my blog more-er</title><content type='html'>hahah. and what a stupid time to say that too, with my PMR coming and all. oh wells. i'm only too impulsive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lemme seeeee.&lt;br /&gt;Today today today.&lt;br /&gt;Had one of those *moments* where I think someone is talking to me but really is not and so I answer them or wave back at them when they're really not waving or talking to me but is talking to the person next to me or behind me or something. Oh YEAHHH. happens all the time to me. no biggie. but still. I don't like how it feels when I realise what I've done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm. SCHOOL TOMORROW. Booo. Till 2:30. Then go for YP at 5:15 till like.... late at night. boo school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday yesterday yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I waved to some random school dudes in  the bus in front of Aunty Fang Fang's [the car i was in la] car. Hahahah. I think they were kinda confused or something... or amused. They wouldn't stop starring at me until our rides split to different roads. Heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-3822342884014967925?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/3822342884014967925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=3822342884014967925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/3822342884014967925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/3822342884014967925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2009/01/mes-gonna-update-my-blog-more-er.html' title='mes gonna update my blog more-er'/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-8355580711092176898</id><published>2008-12-05T17:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T18:06:03.811+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/%20http://www.fan2band.com/di/atorecords/fictionfamily/176096_2342_77_3184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 600px;" src="http://www.fan2band.com/di/atorecords/fictionfamily/176096_2342_77_3184.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go here: &lt;a href="http://www.fictionfamily.com"&gt;Fiction Family site get a free download of When She's Near&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fictionfamily.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fictionfamily.com"&gt;!&lt;/a&gt; srsly, it's free, nothing to lose, right? in fact you'll get to own a copy of an incredibly awesome and catchy song. dooooo eeeeeet. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-8355580711092176898?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/8355580711092176898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=8355580711092176898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/8355580711092176898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/8355580711092176898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2008/12/testing.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-4606347514464282644</id><published>2008-10-03T18:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T18:31:00.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3231/2827732062_2af05abe6c.jpg?v=1220522718"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/ailync/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-3258634389603080498?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/3258634389603080498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=3258634389603080498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/3258634389603080498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/3258634389603080498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2008/10/dsc07728.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-5999784735451372494</id><published>2008-10-03T18:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T18:29:08.617+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DSC07710</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3114/2827732678_881ca98359.jpg?v=1220522619"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3114/2827732678_881ca98359.jpg?v=1220522619" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3182/2826895503_b2edc2496e.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3182/2826895503_b2edc2496e.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3248/2826922715_fdd33be518.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3248/2826922715_fdd33be518.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ailync/2827730650/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3193/2827730650_55beff46f9_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ailync/2827730650/"&gt;DSC07710&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/ailync/"&gt;chewailyn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;piccas from the beach-WITHNOSAND :o- the other day. :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-5999784735451372494?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/5999784735451372494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=5999784735451372494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/5999784735451372494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/5999784735451372494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2008/10/dsc07710.html' title='DSC07710'/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3193/2827730650_55beff46f9_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-1483793369367722929</id><published>2008-10-03T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T18:21:30.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>me and my aching neck.</title><content type='html'>owwwww. kink in mah neck. x[&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wasted the whole afternoon on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'MDOOOOOOOMEDISTILLCAN"TGETMYCUBEROOTSSQUAREROOTSWHATEVERRIGHTANDMYALGEBRASOLVINGSTINKSANDIAMSOBEHINDONSTUDYINGEVERYOTHERSUBJECTOHI'MDOOOOOOOMMEDDDD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-1483793369367722929?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/1483793369367722929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=1483793369367722929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/1483793369367722929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/1483793369367722929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2008/10/me-and-my-aching-neck.html' title='me and my aching neck.'/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-1749199364829074874</id><published>2008-09-29T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T21:28:06.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whoaha. gotta type this fast. then  get outta here. Don't know what I'm doing using the computer right now. It's gonna be 9:30 pm already. neways. Was watching Goodbye Zoey [EDIT: sorray, it was Chasing Zoey, not goodbye zoey] on youtube. Yep. the whole thing. it was awesome. and kinda weird. but whatever. it was cool. Nickelodeon suddenly stopped showing Zoey 101 in like the middle of season 3. and then this season 4 FINALE already aired this May in the US. what lah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today.&lt;br /&gt;woke up at like 10:30 am, had breakfast blah blah blah. Then did INTENSE ALGEBRA for like, 2 hours. I know that's not much, but it seemed like forever to me. But it was still pretty fun and all, cos I listening to the radio while doing it and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then I had lunch, ate errr what ah, umm I can't remember. heheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then I did algebra AGAIN. after correcting like alotta mistakes, I went to the computer and I played until 7 pm. dad was too busy fixing the air con in the room that he didn't bother to shoo us off after like one hour as he usually does. and mom was on the phone for a very long time too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About Chasing Zoey. LOL. The end was soo... happy. :) and the part when Michael saw Chase and found out that Chase and Zoey are a couple was SO funny [go watch it on youtube to see what I mean.]. It got kinda mushy at parts, but whatever. Tee Ming's the one that always says that I hate action [mmhmm. we'll se about that] and that I luuuurve watching mushy love stories. I'll talk about that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During dinner I kinda laughed at some stupid thing that Teemo said and I kinda spewed/sprayed/spit the food that WAS in my mouth out. and May Lyn says some of it got into her food. and she was all 'O.o' and 'ewwwww'-like. Typical mayo. x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then I made myself Ribena but it wasn't mixed well so I kinda put my finger in the cup and stirred it abit. and May Lyn was all 'O.o' again. and then she brought up the topic of how I'll never get dates and that my dates will all run away from me like '-stirs drink with my [TOTALLY CLEAN AND NOT DIRTY, JUST WASHED] finger-, boy goes 'O.o', then says 'errr, i have to go... -boy runs off-'&lt;br /&gt;yeppp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then mom goes all 'whoever she marries will have to love her for who she is' yada yada. -Nods head in agreement-. Yep. Whoever I marry should love me for who I am. Kinda like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You are the brightest star,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm in love with who you who are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-White Lines and Red Lights by Between The Trees. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-1749199364829074874?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/1749199364829074874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=1749199364829074874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/1749199364829074874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/1749199364829074874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2008/09/whoaha.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-1425489629473972559</id><published>2008-09-19T18:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T18:30:23.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whoopedydoo</title><content type='html'>so i skipped school yesterday. no, i don't usually do that. but i just couldn't seem to get up and go to school that day. [PLUS i had 2 period math with the dragon lady, BM aural (which my friend told me was postponed to next week) and Science with the teacher who can't teach. so i didn't miss anything, really. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall fail math. the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-1425489629473972559?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/1425489629473972559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=1425489629473972559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/1425489629473972559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/1425489629473972559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2008/09/whoopedydoo.html' title='whoopedydoo'/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-3043704218213223201</id><published>2008-09-15T19:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T20:08:20.057+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oooh. lemme post at least one more post before I disappear into oblivion [aka no internet] because of the stewpid upcoming final exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yah. i got all As cept one C in Sivik and a B in BM. expected. have to change that in the coming exam though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teheh. Meesirs gonna blog about ... starting September. So we had our Sunday School Class Sleepover at Aunty Yim Lie's. it was a blast. They gave me a surprise cake and song and everything. Twas awesome. :D and Jeff gave me a Fireflight CD. equally awesome! I love itt. then nat and tab had to go back early the next morning. We went to the Queensbay Beach-with-no-sand-how-lame-is-that and it was all good till Zara slipped on the rocks and fell on her butt and hurt herself. poor her. :( then the 3 Zs came back to my house and we did stuff. ate pizza and whatever. -insert personal thoughts here- [sry too personal, it's going in my journal not here :]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Sunday i don't wanna say anything but I got kinda mad and worked up over something. then happy again when I bought a Jet and Mcfly CD. Not so happy when I didn't like the CDs when I first opened it up and listened to it. [for goodness sake the song booklet in the Jet CD didn't even have lyrics, instead pictures of them smoking cigars. ew] Mcfly was a bit of a letdown because like ALL the songs were about girls. but after listening a few more times, I learned to like the songs, and pay less attention to the lyrics. The Jet one, I've only given it 2 listens so far. Till today I've been addicted to my Jason Mraz CD and Mcfly CD. Yep. I bought Jason Mraz [Mr. A-Z] and Mute Math. Now you must be wondering whyyyy did I buy so many? Because Borders is trying to get rid of all their CDs and by the time I went to Borders, whole shelves were empty AND all the good CDs I've been eyeing [PARAMORE AND ONEREPUBLIC OH MY WORD] were Gone. Like Frank Sinatra. Like Elvis and his mom. [you'd get that if you listen to switchfoot]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-3043704218213223201?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/3043704218213223201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=3043704218213223201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/3043704218213223201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/3043704218213223201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2008/09/oooh.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-1142297523182979125</id><published>2008-09-15T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T19:53:45.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm a lying cheating thieving coward who's just trying to follow christ - running away from me [jon foreman]</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;div class="post-body entry-content"&gt; I know. I'm pathetic. I stole this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Link to your tagger and post this rules.&lt;br /&gt;List eight (8) random facts about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Tag eight (8) people at the end of this post and list their names.&lt;br /&gt;Let them know that they’ve been tagged by leaving them a comment on their blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm a girl&lt;br /&gt;2. My favourite band is Switchfoot&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm part of the &lt;a href="http://www.switchfoot.com/community"&gt;switchfoot community&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. my legs are aching from karate&lt;br /&gt;5. I really really wanna tye dye a shirt.&lt;br /&gt;6. i like paramore&lt;br /&gt;7. i have a hamster named Timmy&lt;br /&gt;8. i like photography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;err i don't have many friends who have a blog so ima gonna go against the rules and just tag anyone and everyone who reads this. :]&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/5673481708091674479-1142297523182979125?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/1142297523182979125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=1142297523182979125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/1142297523182979125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/1142297523182979125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-lying-cheating-thieving-coward-whos.html' title='i&apos;m a lying cheating thieving coward who&apos;s just trying to follow christ - running away from me [jon foreman]'/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-3660422614338166191</id><published>2008-09-15T19:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T19:34:31.461+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DSC05573</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ailync/2831572365/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3261/2831572365_9ea9794653_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ailync/2831572365/"&gt;DSC05573&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/ailync/"&gt;chewailyn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;wheee. I took that during the School Senithon. we were supposed to dance with the ribbons. facepalm.&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-3660422614338166191?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/3660422614338166191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=3660422614338166191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/3660422614338166191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/3660422614338166191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2008/09/dsc05573.html' title='DSC05573'/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3261/2831572365_9ea9794653_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-155645632421531008</id><published>2008-09-15T19:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T19:31:38.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flickr</title><content type='html'>This is a test post from &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/r/testpost"&gt;&lt;img alt="flickr" src="http://www.flickr.com/images/flickr_logo_blog.gif" width="41" height="18" border="0" align="absmiddle" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, a fancy photo sharing thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-155645632421531008?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/155645632421531008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=155645632421531008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/155645632421531008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/155645632421531008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2008/09/flickr.html' title='Flickr'/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-7559521990869278681</id><published>2008-07-10T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T18:32:41.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oooh wow hahaa.</title><content type='html'>I haven't been blogging a lot lately [or maybe I have, there's this thing called the &lt;a href="http://www.switchfoot.com/community"&gt;Switchfoot Message Boards&lt;/a&gt; and I'm pretty much on there all the time, posting my views, opinions and mixing around with other great fams] so I tell this is gonna be a long post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.switchfoot.com/studiocam.htm"&gt;Switchfoot Studio Cam&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The webcam has been back on for a few days now. Haven't caught them on even ONCE cause of school, and sleep. Webcam seems to be on always at 2-6 am. Dang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;braces.&lt;/span&gt; and 4 of my pre-molars extracted sometime soon. I'll be going around with cotton stuffed in my cheeks after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. Love. &lt;a href="http://www.switchfoot.com/community/chat/flashchat.php"&gt;Livechat&lt;/a&gt;. Haha. So fun! and random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[golden] 8:36 pm: Song no. 1&lt;br /&gt;[caffeine-overload] 8:36 pm: TONIGHT&lt;br /&gt;[eragon01] 8:36 pm: SCANIA!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;[caffeine-overload] 8:36 pm: WE DINE&lt;br /&gt;[caffeine-overload] 8:36 pm: IN HELLLLLLLL&lt;br /&gt;[ailyn101] 8:36 pm: now i know what boys are like when they go mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah. x]&lt;br /&gt;I don't have the rest of the converstation cos Abi said to type in /clear and being so curious I typed it in and the whole screen went BLANK. Hah. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;facebookfacebookfacebook.&lt;br /&gt;addicting. i must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the funniest video yesterday. Crappy internet. I'll post the link later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh. That wasn't as long as I thought it would be. Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-7559521990869278681?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/7559521990869278681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=7559521990869278681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/7559521990869278681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/7559521990869278681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2008/07/oooh-wow-hahaa.html' title='Oooh wow hahaa.'/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-3024039728673997384</id><published>2008-05-23T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T19:56:50.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm on fire when you're near me. I'm on fire when you speak. I'm on fire burning out in these mysteries..</title><content type='html'>I luff this song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-3024039728673997384?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/3024039728673997384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=3024039728673997384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/3024039728673997384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/3024039728673997384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-on-fire-when-youre-near-me-im-on.html' title='I&apos;m on fire when you&apos;re near me. I&apos;m on fire when you speak. I&apos;m on fire burning out in these mysteries..'/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-8304032484203039698</id><published>2008-03-07T20:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T20:47:00.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>isn't it funny</title><content type='html'>isn't it funny how Zara logs on to msn and then 5 seconds later Zach logs on and then2 minutes later Zara logs on again and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;must be tough having only one computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. my new wacky. not wacky. just random experiment.&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm gonna be greeting random people on msn by saying:&lt;br /&gt;'Hello my fellow yellow'&lt;br /&gt;-Jon Foreman.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here are the results so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: Hello my fellow yellow!&lt;br /&gt;me2: Hello right back atcha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that went well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, on Zach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: Hello my fellow yellow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[no response]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, whot canya deu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, on _______________.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone on my msn contact list is 'busy' cept fer 2 pepo. Tried one already, no response.&lt;br /&gt;Boy do I live in a very non-responsive msn environment. These people just don't know how to express themselves over the Net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same for Nat. Yes, YOU NAT. Jeff and I agree that you are quite unresponsive on msn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-end-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;experiment will be continued........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be right back *echo* back...... *echo* back.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps:&lt;br /&gt;check out the &lt;a href="http://thenationalswitchquirer.blogspot.com/"&gt;National Switchquirer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the most accurate Switchfoot tabloid in the internet world. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-8304032484203039698?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/8304032484203039698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=8304032484203039698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/8304032484203039698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/8304032484203039698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2008/03/isnt-it-funny.html' title='isn&apos;t it funny'/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-7855406478678711940</id><published>2008-03-07T16:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T16:47:47.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exams are OVER! and so is the whole LOBH SF Art Project. :(</title><content type='html'>Good news....................EXAMS ARE FINALLY OVER!&lt;br /&gt;till may. then we'll have our exams again. oh boy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bad news...............LOBH SF ART PROJECT IS OVER AND I DIDN'T SEND MY ENTRY IN YET!&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;incredibly sad right now. it even trumps my no more exam happiness.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-7855406478678711940?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/7855406478678711940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=7855406478678711940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/7855406478678711940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/7855406478678711940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2008/03/exams-are-over-and-so-is-whole-lobh-sf.html' title='exams are OVER! and so is the whole LOBH SF Art Project. :('/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-296815790711059079</id><published>2008-03-05T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T20:56:47.762+08:00</updated><title type='text'>exams</title><content type='html'>exams....urgh.....no time to finish the third and last part of my concert review.....will probably do it during school holidays.&lt;br /&gt;have to upload more concert vids to youtube too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-296815790711059079?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/296815790711059079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=296815790711059079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/296815790711059079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/296815790711059079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2008/03/exams.html' title='exams'/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-2088592181895126953</id><published>2008-02-20T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T20:58:35.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Switchfoot Concert Live in Kay Elle, Malaysia. 02.02.08</title><content type='html'>cont. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setlist: (thanks to Liz :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intro - Meant To Live&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Gravity&lt;br /&gt;Stars&lt;br /&gt;Politicians&lt;br /&gt;This Is Your Life&lt;br /&gt;Lonely Nation&lt;br /&gt;We Are One Tonight/The Shadow Proves The Sunshine&lt;br /&gt;Only Hope&lt;br /&gt;Learning To Breathe&lt;br /&gt;Crazy In Love/Gone/Umbrella&lt;br /&gt;American Dream&lt;br /&gt;Dirty Second Hands&lt;br /&gt;On Fire/High and Dry&lt;br /&gt;Awakening&lt;br /&gt;Meant To Live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENCORE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dare You To Move&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now where was I..........&lt;br /&gt;oh yea.&lt;br /&gt;Politicians.&lt;br /&gt;I have a video of it, during the bridge, it's incredibly awesome, cause it was set to zoom in at the time. Youtube won't let me upload it. will keep trying though.&lt;br /&gt;the bridge was insanely awesome. ( I use 'awesome' too many times, mhmm, how about..........spiffy? no, just no.)&lt;br /&gt;the guitars were hanging........Jon came down to the crowd, love the fact that he was so close to us, annoying( or should I say deathly) part was getting crushed.&lt;br /&gt;I thought SF fans would be more civilized. geez.&lt;br /&gt;he came down, the crowd was pulling him, Nat and May Lyn had to hang on to him for their LIVES because they were getting pushed back further and further.&lt;br /&gt;so, Jon sang the rest of the bridge there. 'I AM BROKEN I AM BITTER!'&lt;br /&gt;ohehmgee I touched him thumb!!!1111 lyke omgosh it was sooooooo freakin cool.&lt;br /&gt;jk.&lt;br /&gt;talking to him would've been even more awesome. B-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the crowd wouldn't let Jon go, so he stayed there for quite a while. Chad started playing the drum beat for WAOT, before Tim went over to tell him that the next song is actually TIYL. :D funny chad.&lt;br /&gt;There was one part, while the fangirls were screaming insanely while Jon was in the crowd, Jon said 'They're not letting go of me-hee-hee' (he was half laughing :D) because it was time for the next song, and well, they weren't letting go of him :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Tim started playing the bass line for TIYL, the fans finally let Jon go, so he went back and started singing This Is Your Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Don't close your eyes, don't close your eyes, This is you LIFE'&lt;br /&gt;the impact on LIFE on sweeeeeeet. 'Are you who you want to be?'. Jon sang it with so much meaning, all of us were asking ourselves the same question ' This is my life, am I who I want to be?'&lt;br /&gt;LOVED it when we all sang after Jon, 'yea-eahhhhhh, yea-eahhhhhhhhh!' :D&lt;br /&gt;and.................&lt;br /&gt;guitar screaming.&lt;br /&gt;thankyou Jon.&lt;br /&gt;it was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;even better than the pictures. ;)&lt;br /&gt;I have to try that someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after TIYL was LONELY NATION.&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, it's true.&lt;br /&gt;They played my request. booyeah.&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't help getting so excited when I heard Romey play the first few notes, clear sign of Lonely Nation.&lt;br /&gt;it. was. incredible.&lt;br /&gt;my favourite line has always been 'separate we are one, desperate we are young, I want more than my lonely nation'. to see it come to life in front of me was supa sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up was We Are One Tonight.............&lt;br /&gt;As Jon was introducing the song, he said:&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty much blown away......is it true that this is our first time here?&lt;br /&gt;*crowd goes wild* *screams YEAHHHH!!*&lt;br /&gt;So where have you guys been all our lives?&lt;br /&gt;*crowd goes wild* *AGAIN*&lt;br /&gt;*joel goes 'right here!!!!', others follow suit :P*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later.....&lt;br /&gt;'So here's to unity inspite of the ocean of insanity between us.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh it was so awesome live.&lt;br /&gt;the part when Jon and the crowd all go 'We are one......................... we are one.........................we are one......................we are ONE!!!!'&lt;br /&gt;CRUMBALIEVABLE.&lt;br /&gt;Talk about unity. I like the fact that all 2000 of us in that hall all came together for one reason, our love of music and switchfoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in the middle..............they played a bit of TSPTS.&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember much, all I know is that I had a great time singing along, because I put the camera down so that I could fully enjoy the moment. It's my all-time favourite song, I'm glad they played it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3yKVmix1ABk&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3yKVmix1ABk&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it went back to WAOT. and the  whole WE ARE ONE............WE ARE ONE part. twas awesome. Jon sang with the whole crowd. He really sang We Are One with all his heart. Chad was awesome on the drums. They all were.&lt;br /&gt;I loved the big ending, and when the song was done Jon was clapping and smiling and looked REALLY tired, probably from all the running and jumping about.  ( he never stayed still the whole time he was singing, amazing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that, the lights were dimmed, Jon had his acoustic guitar with him.........&lt;br /&gt;Jon: Apa khabar Malaysia? *smiling...........alot :)*&lt;br /&gt;*crowd goes wilddddddd*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon: We're gonna play a campfire song. We'll just all pretend that we're sitting around a California campfire. You just got done surfing.....all of you. Now we're all just roasting marshmallows.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*crazy girls scream*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*starts playing intro for Only Hope*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet Nat was grinning from ear to ear when she heard this. She love love loves Only Hope.&lt;br /&gt;Jon played solo, the first verse, the chorus, then the bridge, and then the whole band came in for the chorus.&lt;br /&gt;My favourite part that.&lt;br /&gt;When the drums, bass, and electric guitars came in.&lt;br /&gt;it.....was...........................um............beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh. 2 nights and I only managed to cover less than half of the concert.&lt;br /&gt;oh well.&lt;br /&gt;will continue tomorrow. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-2088592181895126953?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/2088592181895126953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=2088592181895126953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/2088592181895126953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/2088592181895126953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2008/02/switchfoot-concert-live-in-kay-elle.html' title='Switchfoot Concert Live in Kay Elle, Malaysia. 02.02.08'/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-5035127002336251236</id><published>2008-02-18T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T20:50:47.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Switchfoot Concert, KL, Malaysia. 02.02.08</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;02.02.08&lt;br /&gt;I love typing that. :DDD&lt;br /&gt;it's the only date that comes to my mind when someone mentions February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. after all those opening bands and stuff and what not and delay after delay.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah!! I saw Drew and a bit of the rest of the guys at the room 'up there', behind the glass taking a peak just before or just after one of the opening bands. ahahaha. that got me really excited. even more excited than when I saw Romey's back when they were doing soundcheck. hehe. *stalker*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahem.&lt;br /&gt;after the break, and the chanting of 'Switchfootswitchfootswitchfootswitchfoot, Suhwhichfoot...........suhwhichfoot..............suhwhichfoot'&lt;br /&gt;(they went too fast so they decided to slow down abit after a while :D)&lt;br /&gt;the lights dimmed...................&lt;br /&gt;OMG, James was right, the rush of adrenalin that goes through you when Switchfoot comes on stage is amazinggggggggggggggggg.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believe my eyes. the guys I've been watching through podcasts, youtube videos and pictures are right. in. front. of. me.&lt;br /&gt;trying not to look at them through my camera, so I just held the camera above me head (which later resulted in really shaky videos and some parts not even showing Switchfoot,) and sang, or shouted, along. You just can't help but sing along to Switchfoot songs! they're just so, sing-along-able. Whether the songs are playing in your room, or on your mp3, or being played LIVE RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU...........you just can't help but sing along!&lt;br /&gt;They started with a good rock riff, the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Meant To Live intro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, and the eager crowd sang along "Fumbling his confidence and wondering why the world has passed him byyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy" before realising they were not really playing the whole song. Jon shouted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;'Mari kita rock sungguh-sungguh!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; and the crowd went crazy, again, even more high-pitched screaming inserted, then they started playing............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OH!GRAVITY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KmqM8oieO5k&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KmqM8oieO5k&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oh my Gravity, it was AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;singing along to it felt so great, everyone was shouting, screaming and singing along to this happy clap rock tune...........&lt;br /&gt;I loved it when the first line was sung.... 'There's a fracture, in the color bar, in the back seat, of the parked car, by the liquor store, where the streetlight, keep you company, till the next night!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when everyone went 'OH!   GRAVITY, why can't WE!!! seem to KEEP IT TOGETHER???? SONS of my ENEMIES, WHY CAN'T WE? seem to KEEP IT TOGETHER'&lt;br /&gt;the energy was INCREDIBLE. even the guy next to me, who apparently didn't really know the words, couldn't help mumbling along! not that good for the ears, but it was nice to see that NO ONE, and I mean NO ONE can NOT sing along to them live. impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and when Jon left the singing to us during the bridge for a while, (actually I don't think that part was for us to sing,, anway :D) it was so nice to hear the whole crowd singing with just their guitars and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;and when Jon held up his mic for us to sing.........of course he was singing along too, he never stopped although he wasn't singing to the mic. he was singing WITH us, not just FOR us.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[will put video up soon]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and 'la-lalala-la-la-laaaa-lalala-la-la-lalalalala- let's keep it together.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'We're Switchfoot from San Diego, California'. ah, so humble, like we didn't know that already. :)&lt;br /&gt;after Oh! GRAVITY was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;muting the chords first, with the crowd clapping along, then they went full on&lt;br /&gt;da-da-da-dum-da---da-data-dum-di-da-da-da-da-da-DA-dadada.&lt;br /&gt;I love that riff. *swoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;*&lt;br /&gt;twas so awesome live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;fdsjkfldsjfkldslfdsk.&lt;br /&gt;again, SO MUCH ENERGY.&lt;br /&gt;at this point, the girls who were screaming pointlessly were still going. still going strong. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the bridge, Jon held up the mic for us to sing too. :D&lt;br /&gt;all while holding his guitar high up, WITH ONE HAND. lol, I don't think i can do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.uk/ailyn101/SwitchfootConcertLiveInKayElle/photo#5169038032422738386"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.google.co.uk/ailyn101/R7wctCkKmdI/AAAAAAAAAEM/O3otSDlUZ4U/s400/DSC00973.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;\the clearest picture I managed to take at the concert. During stars. Love the lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after Stars was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;POLITICIANS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;'I pledge alligience to the country without borders, without politicians'&lt;br /&gt;my favourite line :D&lt;br /&gt;that and COME ON AND BREAK ME.&lt;br /&gt;the lights for this song were insaaaaane. :D loved it. the lights and the song. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[will upload video soon, :)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's late, I have to get more bass tabs, for learning to breathe especially, g'night peoples.&lt;br /&gt;will continue review tomorrow. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-5035127002336251236?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/5035127002336251236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=5035127002336251236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/5035127002336251236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/5035127002336251236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2008/02/switchfoot-concert-kl-malaysia-020208.html' title='Switchfoot Concert, KL, Malaysia. 02.02.08'/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-2189809635799491073</id><published>2008-02-15T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T18:47:58.932+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my pre-SWITCHFOOT concert review.</title><content type='html'>So after we got out tickets 'lasered', torn and uh checked, I ran into the hall (yes, I ran. oh I'm so immature. sue me. :D) and saw Andy who let me and mah gang (oh yeahhhh, we gangstas) stand next to and behind him. WHICH WAS RIGHT UP FRONT AND IN THE MIDDLE!!!!.&lt;br /&gt;ahem.&lt;br /&gt;so we got a good place in the moshpit, and before we knew it the rest of the hall was already filled.&lt;br /&gt;waited for about 45 minutes, then the emcees came on and started wasting time by giving away flyfm goodies and what not. geez, delay a show will ya?&lt;br /&gt;and the Gibson SG was snatched up.&lt;br /&gt;then they started playing music (I can't remember was this before of after the emcees came on?) and when they played Muse's Time Is Running Out ( I have despised this song since a long time ago because it kept beating Switchfoot songs on UP2U, so I haven't really given it a chance, hehe) most of the crowd started singing along to it...................&lt;br /&gt;then later Andy Barron and if I'm not mistaken Chris Beaty came out on the stage...........people started chanting Switchfoot, Switchfoot while they were busy setting up the gear and stuff so....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Love Me Butch came on. This was the first time I've seen a real band play live, with the lights and huge speakers and everything, and I wasn't really impressed. As I watched that band play I was wondering 'Is this what it's like to watch a band play live?'. I wasn't pumped, at all, while all the other girls were screaming. The thought of me having this same feeling when Switchfoot goes on stage was unthinkable. But it did come into my head.........so I got a bit worried.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing nice about that band was the guitarist. He's a real pro. At least that's what I think.&lt;br /&gt;The bassist only playing the same note most of the time while shaking his hair, ALOT, was disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;The singer screaming and singing words which I didn't get, while jumping about weeeirdly was also disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was just the songs.....idk.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not bashing the band of anything.....the performance was....OK.&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say it had ALOT of energy. So that's GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*gets rid of negative attitude*&lt;br /&gt;correction: *TRIES to get rid of negative attitude*&lt;br /&gt;that's their idea of rocking out. and I'm okay with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cracks up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kay, I'm done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(note: sorry I'm being so critical. I don't like it either.)&lt;br /&gt;Altered Frequency was okay. I WILL NOT BASH THEM. the end.&lt;br /&gt;After what seemed to be  4 + 4 very long songs by the two AMAZING opening acts............................................................they took an incredibly long break. :D&lt;br /&gt;okay, it wasn't that long.......and it didn't seem too long when I was there either. Hanging out at a rock show is fun! being able to connect with strangers who have the same  interests as you was really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, that was my post-pre, pre-Switchfoot-coming-on-stage experience. :]&lt;br /&gt;:] :] :] :] :) :) :) :] :) :] :) ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/ailyn101/SwitchfootConcertLiveInKayElle/photo#5167154062198217026"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.google.com/ailyn101/R7VrPikKmUI/AAAAAAAAACo/X7F5mmtRLZY/s400/DSC00899.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Love Me Butch.&lt;br /&gt;I am an incredibly bad concert photographer. Why why why didn't I use flash?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/ailyn101/SwitchfootConcertLiveInKayElle/photo#5167155909034154386"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.google.com/ailyn101/R7Vs7CkKmZI/AAAAAAAAADU/z_smCe3s1Nk/s400/DSC00917.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Altered Frequency Guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-2189809635799491073?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/2189809635799491073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=2189809635799491073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/2189809635799491073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/2189809635799491073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-pre-switchfoot-concert-review.html' title='my pre-SWITCHFOOT concert review.'/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-5443574289756818624</id><published>2008-02-15T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T18:04:31.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>let's see.....&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday::::::&lt;br /&gt;(I like making lists)&lt;br /&gt;1. Was Valentines day. Completely forgot, means nothing to me though. '_'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I blew off the my prefect's interview. I showed up of course, like the 'responsible' person I am.........................then I blew them off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Stayed up till 12 am watching Americano Idolo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Found out about the Love Is The Movement thingy, hence me taking a picture of my arms with the word LOVE written on it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I am bored. Which is why I'm doing this. Oh sorryyyy, that's completely irrevelant to anything that happened yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. oh wait, yeahhhh. Got an mp3 of the audio from &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aVC-We-Z6Oc"&gt;this video.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incredible audio quality by the way. Props to the camera. and of course, the holder of the camera. ;) And for the mp3, thanks Paaja. :) I O U.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-5443574289756818624?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/5443574289756818624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=5443574289756818624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/5443574289756818624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/5443574289756818624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2008/02/lets-see.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-5647767757071283193</id><published>2008-02-15T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T17:31:01.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Write Love On Her Arms</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Event Info&lt;br /&gt;Name: Love is the Movement&lt;br /&gt;Tagline: Because Her Story could be Your Story&lt;br /&gt;Host: Your Compassionate Heart&lt;br /&gt;Type: Causes - Rally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time and Place&lt;br /&gt;Start Time: Wednesday, February 13, 2008 at 12:00am&lt;br /&gt;End Time: Thursday, February 14, 2008 at 12:00am&lt;br /&gt;Location: Anywhere You Are - Love Has No Boundaries&lt;br /&gt;Street: In Your City, School, Workplace, anywhere.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"During the time of year that suicide rates are at their highest, we chose February 13, the day before Valentine's Day, as our opportunity to start showing people how much they are loved. We will physically write the word LOVE on our arms (with a sharpie, or whatever other ink suits you best). If someone asks you what it⦣8364;™s for, tell them about TWLOHA. Tell them &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;they are loved&lt;/span&gt;, that they are important. And ask if you can write &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; on their arm as a symbol of that. Don't be afraid to reach out to those who need love, those who you often walk right by every day. They need our care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is NO set time, there is NO set location. Where you are, when you are there, speak out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us may choose to share the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;love of God&lt;/span&gt;, but we want you to share whatever &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt; is strongest for you. Depression has no boundaries, but neither does our &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:century gothic;font-size:180%;color:red;"   &gt;Stop the bleeding. Rescue is possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:century gothic;font-size:180%;"  &gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s143.photobucket.com/albums/r160/ailyn101/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC01606.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r160/ailyn101/DSC01606.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-5647767757071283193?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/5647767757071283193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=5647767757071283193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/5647767757071283193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/5647767757071283193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2008/02/to-write-love-on-her-arms.html' title='To Write Love On Her Arms'/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-9200355726996816220</id><published>2008-02-11T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T12:03:38.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've delayed this for too long.....</title><content type='html'>one week after the concert and I still haven't blogged about it. too busy looking at my autographed LOC booklet. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night before the concert I was supposed to be sleeping earlier, but I left packing to the last minute so....yeah. I'm a last minute person. I CONFESS. Like you people didn't know about it. so I went to bed at around 11pm. But I couldn't get to sleeeeeeep, ahhh. I couldn't clear the thoughts in my head, so I managed to sleep only at about 1 am. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up at 5.30 am the next day. the day of the concert. wow.&lt;br /&gt;Went to the bus station at around 6:45 am. Nat, Rehanna, Jeff and everybody were already there. Bus left at around 7 am. During that 5 hour bus trip I couldn't get a wink of sleep. not even once. Like Jeff said, 'Too busy thinking about Switchfooot'. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached KL at around 11.30. First time at a bus station in KL. In this case, it was the Pudu bus station.&lt;br /&gt;one word. CROWDED.&lt;br /&gt;Went to KFC, us girls weren't too keen on it but, whateverlah, Jeff pointed it out what. (excuse my manglish :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The line at KFC was insanely long (not as long as the line for the concert, we found out later :D) so it took about 30 minutes to get our food. We needed to use the toilet, the one in KFC was closed. So we spent the next 30 minutes after eating, walking around KL looking for a toilet.&lt;br /&gt;Then we found one, in the middle of this street. It was so high tech man! excuse us simple Penang-nites, I have never seen one like that before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to LRT station at like uh.....1 pm? took LRT after LRT after LRT and finally we reached what's it called? I can't remember but we met Rehanna's aunt and brother there. We dumped our bags with her (hehe) and Joel took over Rehanna's mom's babysitting duty from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we took the LRT, again. all the way back.......&lt;br /&gt;and we reached KLCC.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah there was this one part while riding in the LRT this weird guy with long curly hair stood right in front of Nat, who was sitting down. ( can't explain it properly but, all I can tell ya is that it looked pretty weird.) The look on her face was priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still couldn't get to sleep on that long, long LRT ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached KLCC at around 1.45pm. Followed the signs until we reached Tower Records, where Jeff and Jonathan were at, didn't see them. BIG BIG temptation to go inside, I've never seen a record store that big.......but, must go to the concert first. and early. when we reached the venue  there wasn't a line yet, so we hung out by the concert doors (or as close as we could, to the concert doors) and I managed to catch a glimpse of Jerome's back, a few times. haha.&lt;br /&gt;So we could hear them soundchecking.........could hear Jon singing.... :D was so surreal. Then saw a line was forming already so we hurried to the line, we were already a few rows behind. sorta camped over there, sitting down and talking and stuff for about 5 hours.&lt;br /&gt;Before lining up I met Andy, who was wearing a 'Switchfoot live in SINGAPORE' tee. I believe my first words to him were ' Oh My Gosh you have a Switchfoot t-shirt!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later in the line I met Rachel and her bunch of friends. Talked to her, and some of her friends, I think....can't remember. geez, who knew my memory could be that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At around 4:12. okay, it WAS 4.12. and there was this big LED or LCD or whatever it's called clock thing. HUGE clock thing on a TALL tower next to the building we were in, so, I didn't take out my camera cos I didn't want the security people to see it, (especially after they had already put up a couple of signs saying in big red letters that cameras are NOT allowed in the concert hallll...........bummer) so we used nat's camera phone i think, again....can't remember. anyway, random moment right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----whoah I'm writing this whole LONG blog post and it isn't even about the concert. it's before the concert.-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so at around 5:30 we noticed that the line had not only become longer but it became FATTER too. Caused by the inconsiderate Malaysians who so easily cut the line because we, the other malaysians are too polite to point it out to them.&lt;br /&gt;so we ended up being wayyyy behind in the line.&lt;br /&gt;and it started getting squishy, nobody was sitting anymore, occasionally me and may lyn squated down to ease our leg cramps, but it only got worse, partly because we were starring at people's butts when we squated down and also because, squating is not sitting. nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more later.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-9200355726996816220?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/9200355726996816220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=9200355726996816220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/9200355726996816220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/9200355726996816220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2008/02/ive-delayed-this-for-too-long.html' title='I&apos;ve delayed this for too long.....'/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-7884530042988836925</id><published>2008-02-01T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T20:41:51.195+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my goose!</title><content type='html'>I. just.talked.to.Switchfoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW&lt;br /&gt;I tried calling flyfm the moment I heard the djs say they were in the studio...... before they even told us to call and stuff. So I wasn't really expecting them to pick up. AND THEY DID! I had no idea what to say I was like 'ahhh, ermmm,ummmm' geez.&lt;br /&gt;And Tee Ming, was in the background screaming Ai Lyn is talking to Hitz.fm when it was actually flyfm. So Shell and Hafiz were like, 'It's flyfm! not hitz! lol!'.&lt;br /&gt;what a nice start!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, when I heard Jon's voice I was SPEECHLESS. I couldn't even say 'Hey, Jon!' in the coolness of ways.&lt;br /&gt;They kept asking me whether I wanted to ask a question and of course, in my head I was thinking YEAHH, I have like a billion things I want to ask you guys!! (eg: to drew: What is Das?, or 'Are you a rapper?' I think it was about time the truth was unveiled to the world) I was like gasping for breath even the deejays and Switchfoot had to tell me to calm down and take a deep breath lol.&lt;br /&gt;So the first thing that came to mind was 'Do you think Lonely Nation would've been a good single?' The deejays were like 'you really know the stuff!' and Jon (who answered most of the questions, with Tim) said yeah, he thought it would've made a good single. I said that's what most of us boardies were saying. so Jon was like ' You can tell that Sony is really regretting it now' lol. They even said I should go back with them to San Diego and pick songs and stuff lol, I don't think I'll be able to do as good a job as Tim Palmer or Steve Lillywhite. Cos the songs, on Oh!G are AWESOME. Must've been a tough job, picking from over 50 songs.&lt;br /&gt;This is too much for me to type. Let's just hope I do get down to typing out everything later. I'm just too tired now. MUST. SAVE.ENERGY . FOR . CONCERT.&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-7884530042988836925?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/7884530042988836925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=7884530042988836925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/7884530042988836925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/7884530042988836925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2008/02/oh-my-goose.html' title='Oh my goose!'/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-2053142331976324593</id><published>2008-02-01T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T18:06:56.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>EXCITED FOR A VERY SPECIAL REASON</title><content type='html'>I'm going to see Switchfoot!!!&lt;br /&gt;Live!!!&lt;br /&gt;In concert!!!!&lt;br /&gt;and hopefully get to meet them too!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankyou GOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was already diagnosed with the I'm-going-to-a-SF-concert when I first found out I was going. But the symptoms really started to show today, in school. I was JUMPY and DAYDREAMING. couldn't focus at all.&lt;br /&gt;Dare You To Move from podcast 25 kept playing in my head. I could see Jon jumping right in front of me, I could see Drew winking at me, Tim smiling, Chad pulling that face that he always does when he's playing the drums, and Jerome being the awesome guy that he is. AHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray that everything will go well,&lt;br /&gt;pray that our bus won't crash or even worse, BREAK-DOWN. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-2053142331976324593?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/2053142331976324593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=2053142331976324593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/2053142331976324593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/2053142331976324593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2008/02/excited-for-very-special-reason.html' title='EXCITED FOR A VERY SPECIAL REASON'/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-863482287751146199</id><published>2008-01-25T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T17:33:22.917+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YES</title><content type='html'>oh BABY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the boards are back!&lt;br /&gt;:DDDDDDDDDD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-863482287751146199?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/863482287751146199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=863482287751146199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/863482287751146199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/863482287751146199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2008/01/yes.html' title='YES'/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-7623323104433146028</id><published>2008-01-24T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T18:21:20.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no.......</title><content type='html'>The boards aren't working. Now what am I supposed to do all day........&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; study?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;according to Phil it's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Friends:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As you may have noticed, our message boards and our online magazine lowercasepeople.com are both temporarily unavailable due to server issues. Please bear with us, we are working on getting these sites back online even as we speak. Thank you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Meanwhile, we have exciting news: Jon Foreman's Winter EP has peaked at #9 on iTunes' Top Albums chart, and #2 in the "Rock" category. The rousing reception of this EP propelled Fall EP to #10 in the "Rock" category, too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that sucks bad. thanks for telling us Phil, or I'd be going crazy by now. I thought it was my internet server that was the problem.&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you people, the team that makes the boards so awesome, will be able to fix this ASAP. good luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;oh and Rehanna won an Oh!Gravity cd today! whooooooooot.&lt;br /&gt;she requested for Awakening, as did I, yesterday, her today, so that's twice, not counting the times I've called Flyfm's Night Flight to request for Awakening or Oh!Gravity, so uh......yeah.&lt;br /&gt;they didn't play it. *expected*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;It'll be a day like this one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;when they play an O!G song,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;on the radio mayyyyyybe  a LTB song,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I am discontented,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;with the raa-ay-ay-di-O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;is there any other song to sing besides these blues?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;It'll be a day like this one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;when the world caves in, when the world caves in,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;when the world caves in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-7623323104433146028?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/7623323104433146028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=7623323104433146028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/7623323104433146028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/7623323104433146028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2008/01/no.html' title='no.......'/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-1450897558738704031</id><published>2008-01-23T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T18:24:50.565+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='switchfoot jon kuala lumpur malaysia love :)'/><title type='text'>haha....wow</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;check this out. I got it from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" href="http://ilikeswitchfoot.homestead.com/files/sfposts.txt"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:webdings;" &gt;jonathan foreman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:webdings;" &gt;posted 18 September 2004 8:59PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:webdings;" &gt;Kuala Lumpur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:webdings;" &gt;Ok so here's the update,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:webdings;" &gt;we're on a layover in between a 12 hour flight and a 6 hour flight. I haven't slept since we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:webdings;" &gt;took off. Had an incredible time, though, listening to music and trying to track vocals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:webdings;" &gt;(quietly), in the middle seat. Hope of the States is a great band. We recently got their CD in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:webdings;" &gt;London- great songs, especially if you're into the doves and the like... Saw Blink at the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:webdings;" &gt;airport in London and felt a little jealous: they’re flying home tomorrow for three weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:webdings;" &gt;Three weeks!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:webdings;" &gt;And I got to thinking, I DO look forward to holing up this winter and making a record, but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:webdings;" &gt;until then we have so many things to be thankful about. I’m itching to try out some new things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:webdings;" &gt;on this next tour, can’t wait to watch the honorary title and the format every night. And so the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:webdings;" &gt;domino days continue through Australia! I’m really excited to get to Oz. Can’t wait actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:webdings;" &gt;Anyhow, Malaysia looked incredible flying in: the mist hanging between the overgrown peaks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:webdings;" &gt;stretching out fingers towards the sunrise. Strangely enough, one of the flight attendants for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:webdings;" &gt;Malaysia Airlines had our CD. And weirder they played our song on one of the in-flight radio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-family:webdings;" &gt;stations. And the sushi for breakfast was a bit strange too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:webdings;" &gt;Peace and love to all and be on the lookout for a Christmas song called Old Borego,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:webdings;" &gt;jon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;1. Jon was in Malaysia???????? wow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. He was flying on Malaysia Airlines???????? double wow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. one of the flight attendants had a Switchfoot cd???? triple wow. I'm as surprised as you, Jon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. A Switchfoot song on a radio station is crazy rare. on an in-flight radio station? super rare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Malaysia looked incredible flying in: the mist hanging between the overgrown peaks stretching out&lt;br /&gt;fingers towards the sunrise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Beautiful. just beautiful. I never did picture Malaysia like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;anyway, that was preeeeetty awesome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-1450897558738704031?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/1450897558738704031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=1450897558738704031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/1450897558738704031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/1450897558738704031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2008/01/hahawow.html' title='haha....wow'/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-6423041336701822194</id><published>2008-01-08T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T17:33:25.534+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHOOOOOOT</title><content type='html'>I'm going to the concert!&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to the concert&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to the concert&lt;br /&gt;*does the happy dance*&lt;br /&gt;got em tickets right here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s143.photobucket.com/albums/r160/ailyn101/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC00675.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r160/ailyn101/DSC00675.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bus tickets too!!&lt;br /&gt;[tickets not with me. no picture available]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I'm going with Nat,Rehanna and my sis. oooooooooooooooo this is going to be AWESOME, CRUMBALIEVABLE, THE JAM, SPECIAL, RIDICULOUS, FANTASTIC and BEAUTIFUL *sobs* *note: happy sobs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda late. more tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-6423041336701822194?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/6423041336701822194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=6423041336701822194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/6423041336701822194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/6423041336701822194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2008/01/whoooooot.html' title='WHOOOOOOT'/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-7300487974917037889</id><published>2008-01-02T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T18:40:07.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The first day of school.&lt;br /&gt;I've been looking forward to this day the whole of last year.&lt;br /&gt;No, I'm being serious.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;You: Seriously???!??!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;You: Reallly????!!??&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes, really.&lt;br /&gt;You: Oh Ehm Gee! Like for real?&lt;br /&gt;Me: No, I'm being sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;You: oh.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;or you could've have been going ' whatever'.&lt;br /&gt;most likely that.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Highlight of my day.&lt;br /&gt;Mucking around when we were supposed to be 'gotong-royong'ing. Apparently there was nothing to clean up ( except for the trees, the plants and a couple of leaves. maybe we should have picked them up ) so the prefects just told us to go back to our classes. After climbing 3 flights of stairs I finally reached my class. Oh the Pain! Oh the Time that I took to get up to my class.&lt;br /&gt;and after thinking there was something wrong with my class schedule (there were nine periods on friday instead of the usual 8), I found out that it was actually correct.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Hear Ye Hear Ye *trumpets playing the Da. Da. Da. Da. song*&lt;br /&gt;Students of SGGS now have to stay back till 2.00pm EVERY STINKIN FRIDAY till the end of our schooling at this school.&lt;br /&gt;all this just to add 2 periods of Moral Ed to our timetables.&lt;br /&gt;So much for TGIF.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Have you noticed that I haven't used a single exclamation mark in this blog post so far? that's like, really unusual of me.&lt;br /&gt;( no, it wasn't me, it was you. '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You: Really?????!!?!&lt;/span&gt;'. there you have it.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This is so freaky it's freaking me out.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;~Oh my Lord, to suffer like you do. It would be a lie, to runaway~&lt;br /&gt;-The Cure For Pain- Jon Foreman&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;So I've decided to bear up with my problems. After all, if Jesus could suffer a death so painful, and not complain (except for the part where he said 'O  my Lord why did you forsake me'. I don't know whether that's counted as complaining........... probably isn't.), then I could bear up with these few problems without complaining. Okay, I will complain. But I won't complain THAT much. ;)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;and I did it!!!!! I just typed out an entire post without using any exclamation marks!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;oh, no. I just ruined it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-7300487974917037889?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/7300487974917037889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=7300487974917037889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/7300487974917037889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/7300487974917037889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2008/01/first-day-of-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-4939154227818209894</id><published>2008-01-01T14:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T15:01:45.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new blog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;a new blog, by yours sincerely.... basically the same stuff i post here but more random, maybe, i dunno. anyway, this new blog is mostly for my friendster mates so uh, yeah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://ailyn24voices.blogs.friendster.com"&gt;my friendster blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and note, the address is switchfooty. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-4939154227818209894?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/4939154227818209894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=4939154227818209894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/4939154227818209894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/4939154227818209894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-blog.html' title='new blog!'/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-1624997875794065120</id><published>2007-12-28T12:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T12:11:24.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my mood has been revived!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Now that concert info is out I can't help but feel so excited!!! even though I may not be going. :(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;:D:D:D:D:D:D:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;must be happy for the other malaysian fans out there! :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;good for you amigos!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;a href="http://s143.photobucket.com/albums/r160/ailyn101/?action=view&amp;amp;current=sfliveinmalaysiasmaller.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r160/ailyn101/sfliveinmalaysiasmaller.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&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/5673481708091674479-1624997875794065120?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/1624997875794065120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=1624997875794065120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/1624997875794065120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/1624997875794065120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-mood-has-been-revived.html' title='my mood has been revived!'/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5673481708091674479.post-5546449697897580632</id><published>2007-12-27T11:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T11:03:56.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funeral of dream</title><content type='html'>So yesterday I found out that I'm not going to the Switchfoot concert.  What a lovely Christmas present. not.  So I'm extremely sad. Because my dad said I'll never be going to that concert unless its being held in Penang. The chances of that happening is never. Because if a certain foreign artist concert were to be held in Penang, that would be the first in history. So all I know now is that I'll never be going to a Switchfoot concert until I can drive there by myself. Which is probably in about 10 years time, and Romey will be hitting 50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too depressed to type. more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5673481708091674479-5546449697897580632?l=ailync.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/feeds/5546449697897580632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5673481708091674479&amp;postID=5546449697897580632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/5546449697897580632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5673481708091674479/posts/default/5546449697897580632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ailync.blogspot.com/2007/12/funeral-of-dream.html' title='Funeral of dream'/><author><name>Ai Lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00409857149681997172</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
