<?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-5809459881137181059</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:15:47.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>theMUSIClasts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376951479872442494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809459881137181059.post-135783370166893635</id><published>2008-05-20T15:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T15:33:28.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>MOVED to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://aversosweet.livejournal.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AVERSOSWEET.livejournal.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you're still interested in my daily life.&lt;br /&gt;looked me up there.&lt;br /&gt;till then goodbye old friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809459881137181059-135783370166893635?l=themusiclasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/feeds/135783370166893635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809459881137181059&amp;postID=135783370166893635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/135783370166893635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/135783370166893635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/2008/05/moved-to-aversosweet.html' title=''/><author><name>lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376951479872442494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5809459881137181059.post-2193788710890564722</id><published>2008-04-03T20:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T20:28:47.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haven blogged for god knows how long.&lt;br /&gt;sports day was not bad. i got some pretty good action shots. :)&lt;br /&gt;but it rainned at the start and we had to wait. lance got a little bit wet and i was kinda paranoid haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;schools been okayyyy. i guess. dont really get poa and physics but physics is like okay now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven shot since sports day. i want to go shooting soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blog shop wise is great. the orders are coming in slowly. but they are coming in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spending time on blog. andd studies and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beeen sleeping a lot. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinda disturbed by some things as well. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah my sweet sixteen was good.&lt;br /&gt;the day itself and before and after were spent with some lovely people whom i love. :)&lt;br /&gt;i had 3 types of cake. lol chocolate[slice], strawberry short cake, and oreo cheesecake [slice].&lt;br /&gt;got stuffed toys from xiuhui and jiat. perfume from xinyi and meiling. got a pouch of cosmetic stuff from lili. hhaha pouch from chris and a keychain from mel. andd hmmm. my brother gave me 50bucks. LOL. and i got a checkered ring. :D as for my parents. my present was lance. my 400D. :D so yeap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809459881137181059-2193788710890564722?l=themusiclasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/feeds/2193788710890564722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809459881137181059&amp;postID=2193788710890564722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/2193788710890564722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/2193788710890564722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/2008/04/haven-blogged-for-god-knows-how-long.html' title=''/><author><name>lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376951479872442494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5809459881137181059.post-8483771265677753211</id><published>2008-03-14T10:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T10:33:55.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s65.photobucket.com/albums/h230/lynator/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Canon-EF-50mm-f-1_.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h230/lynator/Canon-EF-50mm-f-1_.png" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got it from John 3:18.&lt;br /&gt;After I tried it out, I doubt I'll touch the kit lens in a long while.&lt;br /&gt;The focusing is way fast as compared to the kit lens.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm just here to brag. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's called Lyon! [lee-on]&lt;br /&gt;Because my camera has a name as well - Lance.&lt;br /&gt;Kit lens - Lex&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809459881137181059-8483771265677753211?l=themusiclasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/feeds/8483771265677753211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809459881137181059&amp;postID=8483771265677753211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/8483771265677753211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/8483771265677753211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/2008/03/addition.html' title='Addition'/><author><name>lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376951479872442494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5809459881137181059.post-5601467285794609735</id><published>2008-03-11T16:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T16:41:52.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FUCK LA</title><content type='html'>today SUCKSSS. SUCK SUCK SUCK.&lt;br /&gt;1. i lost my tripod head.&lt;br /&gt;2. my phone is bloody retarded. my newest msg is stuck at the center.&lt;br /&gt;my memory card cant be read sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;3. some shitty thing that happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bitch. i need to take my phone for servicing already cos i really dont want to change phone. first time ever i'd love my phone so much haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good things... hmm.&lt;br /&gt;1. my dnt was the top 3 in class&lt;br /&gt;2. extra lessons ended early today &amp;amp; sujeeta didnt scold us when we came late HAH!&lt;br /&gt;Xiuhui, peiwen, sand and I were eating cup noodles at the canteen haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my birthay is coming in 3 days. oh em gee. I don't know. I don't feel excited for some reason. Is this how a &lt;s&gt;sweet&lt;/s&gt; sixteen supposed to feel like? -sigh-&lt;br /&gt;Good news is I just ordered the 50mm lens today. I'll probably be out thoning the night with aikchoo if she can make it or I'll go alone. I want to catch the first morning light.&lt;br /&gt;My len's coming tmr BUT i need to get a filter or take the one off my 18-55mm lens to use first. zzz filter are expensive. its 1/5 of my camera price can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIGH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;somethings just aren't going right for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809459881137181059-5601467285794609735?l=themusiclasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/feeds/5601467285794609735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809459881137181059&amp;postID=5601467285794609735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/5601467285794609735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/5601467285794609735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/2008/03/fuck-la.html' title='FUCK LA'/><author><name>lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376951479872442494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5809459881137181059.post-3939080439839652393</id><published>2008-03-02T21:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T21:17:03.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stress much?</title><content type='html'>I feel so shitty now. Okay maybe not that shitty. But still it's pretty much bad. I don't have a single clue on what's going to be tested for tomorrow and I don't feel like studying. Ugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS PHOTOGRAPHY. so damn much.&lt;br /&gt;I swear once i get through this week to the march holidays, I'm gonna shot till I'm happy.&lt;br /&gt;I want to take so many shots, somehow I keep wanting to do a sunset shot. I know my skills aren't probably up to pare but who cares. I want to capture things. :)&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;I shall go out and buy a camera bag once the week ends and see if there's any possible filter/lens i could get. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being sick and i hate tests. omg. :|&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809459881137181059-3939080439839652393?l=themusiclasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/feeds/3939080439839652393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809459881137181059&amp;postID=3939080439839652393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/3939080439839652393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/3939080439839652393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/2008/03/stress-much.html' title='stress much?'/><author><name>lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376951479872442494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5809459881137181059.post-8462481896974808906</id><published>2008-03-02T00:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T00:14:50.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>today is a nice day. (((:&lt;br /&gt;hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tmr... zzzz&lt;br /&gt;BRITISH COUNCIL omg?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next week.&lt;br /&gt;tests -sigh-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sweet sixteen is coming up real soon. haha&lt;br /&gt;but its so NOT happening. D:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809459881137181059-8462481896974808906?l=themusiclasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/feeds/8462481896974808906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809459881137181059&amp;postID=8462481896974808906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/8462481896974808906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/8462481896974808906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/2008/03/today-is-nice-day.html' title=''/><author><name>lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376951479872442494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5809459881137181059.post-3093837484931573096</id><published>2008-02-29T20:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T20:56:10.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHECK YES JULIET!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/tSDI1oUbRX"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/tSDI1oUbRX" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check yes Juliet&lt;br /&gt;are you with me?&lt;br /&gt;rain is falling down on the sidewalk&lt;br /&gt;I won't go until you come outside&lt;br /&gt;check yes Juliet&lt;br /&gt;kill the limbo&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep tossing rocks at your window&lt;br /&gt;there's no turning back for us tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lace up your shoes&lt;br /&gt;A O A O ah&lt;br /&gt;here's how we do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;run baby run&lt;br /&gt;don't ever look back&lt;br /&gt;they'll tear us apart&lt;br /&gt;if you give them the chance&lt;br /&gt;don't sell your heart&lt;br /&gt;don't say we're not meant to be&lt;br /&gt;run baby run&lt;br /&gt;forever will be&lt;br /&gt;you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check yes Juliet&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting&lt;br /&gt;wishing, wanting&lt;br /&gt;yours for the taking&lt;br /&gt;just sneak out&lt;br /&gt;and don't tell a soul goodbye&lt;br /&gt;check yes Juliet&lt;br /&gt;here's the countdown&lt;br /&gt;3...2...1... now fall in my arms&lt;br /&gt;now they can change the locks&lt;br /&gt;don't let them change your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lace up your shoes&lt;br /&gt;A O A O ah&lt;br /&gt;here's how we do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;run baby run&lt;br /&gt;don't ever look back&lt;br /&gt;they'll tear us apart&lt;br /&gt;if you give them the chance&lt;br /&gt;don't sell your heart&lt;br /&gt;don't say we're not meant to be&lt;br /&gt;run baby run&lt;br /&gt;forever will be&lt;br /&gt;you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're flying through the night&lt;br /&gt;we're flying through the night&lt;br /&gt;way up high,&lt;br /&gt;the view from here is getting better with&lt;br /&gt;you by my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;run baby run&lt;br /&gt;don't ever look back&lt;br /&gt;they'll tear us apart&lt;br /&gt;if you give them the chance&lt;br /&gt;don't sell your heart&lt;br /&gt;don't say we're not meant to be&lt;br /&gt;run baby run&lt;br /&gt;forever will be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;run baby run&lt;br /&gt;don't ever look back&lt;br /&gt;they'll tear us apart&lt;br /&gt;if you give them the chance&lt;br /&gt;don't sell your heart&lt;br /&gt;don't say we're not meant to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;run baby run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;forever will be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and me&lt;br /&gt;You and me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809459881137181059-3093837484931573096?l=themusiclasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/feeds/3093837484931573096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809459881137181059&amp;postID=3093837484931573096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/3093837484931573096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/3093837484931573096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/2008/02/check-yes-juliet.html' title='CHECK YES JULIET!'/><author><name>lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376951479872442494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5809459881137181059.post-5002914537999945591</id><published>2008-02-29T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T17:35:33.859+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I LOVE BUTCHES. :D&lt;br /&gt;so on-turning. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cuteeeeeeeee. hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809459881137181059-5002914537999945591?l=themusiclasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/feeds/5002914537999945591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809459881137181059&amp;postID=5002914537999945591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/5002914537999945591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/5002914537999945591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-love-butches.html' title=''/><author><name>lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376951479872442494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5809459881137181059.post-4716371148764583703</id><published>2008-02-23T18:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T18:18:32.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>movie session.</title><content type='html'>Meet yeejiat, xinyi, siying and chubby at clement. I was late. zzz Sorry guys hah.&lt;br /&gt;Went to jurong point. bought Tickets for Kungfu Dunk and Ah long pt ltd?&lt;br /&gt;They went to have lunch and after that we went to the arcade. Man it must be at least decades since I last played, btw I didn't play today. So it's been at least a few good years haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought foooood. Nachos, split with xinyi and jiat got popcorn with siying.&lt;br /&gt;KungFu Dunk was nice. Kinda funny/cute la the show lol. Lots of effects. :)&lt;br /&gt;Ended at 3.10! our next show was like 3.20 -_-&lt;br /&gt;HowFong was at jurong east when jiat told him jurong point. LOl waited for him and saw people from our school.&lt;br /&gt;Ah long pt ltd was funny as well la.. Just that somehow I feel empty. Been thinking about a lot of things recently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its my grandma's birthday today and there's dinner later on but seriously I don't feel like going. Should I? I have tons of hw not done. -sigh-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809459881137181059-4716371148764583703?l=themusiclasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/feeds/4716371148764583703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809459881137181059&amp;postID=4716371148764583703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/4716371148764583703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/4716371148764583703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/2008/02/movie-session.html' title='movie session.'/><author><name>lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376951479872442494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5809459881137181059.post-6045807600156875159</id><published>2008-02-21T16:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T16:30:22.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Red and swollen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some things just can't be help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just like the way that you're are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dripping down, but never once &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;touching the table. My tears,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;where did they all went.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809459881137181059-6045807600156875159?l=themusiclasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/feeds/6045807600156875159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809459881137181059&amp;postID=6045807600156875159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/6045807600156875159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/6045807600156875159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-hate-you.html' title='I HATE YOU'/><author><name>lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376951479872442494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5809459881137181059.post-2055535416357580783</id><published>2008-02-19T21:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T21:18:40.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DIE ALREADY LA</title><content type='html'>cut off points are scary. zzz time to study. OMG. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NGEE ANN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N51    Accountancy         NP    BFL    12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;N67    Mass Communication         NP    MD    10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N76    Audio-visual Technology         NP    ENG    16&lt;br /&gt;N78    Digital Visual Effects         NP    MD    15&lt;br /&gt;N79    Business &amp;amp; Social Enterprise         NP    HU    13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;N82    Film, Sound &amp;amp; Video         NP    MD    11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG? my aim is like 10points if can la. freaking hard to get can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SINGAPORE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S86    Media and Communication         SP    MD    12&lt;br /&gt;S93    Creative Media Design         SP    MD    14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S97    Music &amp;amp; Audio Technology         SP    IT    12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TEMASEK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T20    Apparel Design &amp;amp; Merchandising         TP    MD    15&lt;br /&gt;T24    Visual Communication         TP    MD    12&lt;br /&gt;T39    Retail Management         TP    BFL    16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bold = wanted. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809459881137181059-2055535416357580783?l=themusiclasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/feeds/2055535416357580783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809459881137181059&amp;postID=2055535416357580783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/2055535416357580783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/2055535416357580783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/2008/02/die-already-la.html' title='DIE ALREADY LA'/><author><name>lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376951479872442494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5809459881137181059.post-4520548788639502698</id><published>2008-02-18T16:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T17:15:35.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm freaking behind time for dnt. All i do is photography, photography, photography.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow i feel it's distracting me. :| Maybe because I just started it out, thats why I'm so passionate about it, my art and music are getting neglected geez. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UGH D AND T SUCKS LA.&lt;br /&gt;bloody hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went for photoshoot with li on saturday.&lt;br /&gt;street, botanics, chingay&lt;br /&gt;my shot at taking the F1 car. zzz crappy lens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://yourloveleaves.deviantart.com/art/Formula-One-Car-77612091"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 390px; height: 167px;" src="http://fc02.deviantart.com/fs28/f/2008/048/8/1/8156fea899be140c.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching and listening to sad songs on youtube. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I used to be so quick, so clever&lt;br /&gt;I used to know myself much better&lt;br /&gt;Anyone can see that this is only permanent&lt;br /&gt;Temporary, it never hurts to try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's all a game&lt;br /&gt;I know we'll stay the same&lt;br /&gt;But repetition ends in failure&lt;br /&gt;And every time I see it in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;When repetition ends, we'll start over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm a walking contradiction&lt;br /&gt;So tell me what's wrong with this picture&lt;br /&gt;Cause anyone can see that this is only permanent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Temporary, so don't hurt me this time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809459881137181059-4520548788639502698?l=themusiclasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/feeds/4520548788639502698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809459881137181059&amp;postID=4520548788639502698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/4520548788639502698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/4520548788639502698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-freaking-behind-time-for-dnt.html' title=''/><author><name>lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376951479872442494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5809459881137181059.post-5617027718892746889</id><published>2008-02-15T01:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T01:50:08.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines♥~</title><content type='html'>I went to school wayyy too early today. I thought it started at 8. Dumb right, went to class and gave our my stuff. Got stuff from other people as well. :D&lt;br /&gt;Haha thank you all those who have given me stuff, misheel, sand, lili, mel, chris, gloria, cheryl and peiwen. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched a movie about the japan war and stuff seem quite interesting but it got too much for me to take in at the end lol. After school went for physics remedial, quite pissed off and irritated. When i was about to go home i couldn't tap my card, it was spoilt. Bloody hell. Super frustrated and irritated as well. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home, showered, changed and packed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met loser outside my house. OH yeah there were two minahs [sp?] LESBIAN outside my house. Loser said he saw them kissing wtf? pls la get a room, its like right outside my doorstep. Anyway he gave me a bouquet of roses &amp;amp; a necklace. I was really surprised cause I said I didn't really like them for a reason - they'd die. Now I have them right on my table top, geez I have no idea what to do with them, but it's really sweet of him. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to one of the further blocks to sit down and eat. Even though the food is cold, I still  appreciate the thought, thank you. :D Went back to my house to keep the flowers then went down to woodlands. The seats were like left with front and second row. Super shitty, we picked the 9.55 show and wandered around for like 2hrs. Got like &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; du lan at some point of time but nvm, we just forget about it. lol Someone was irritating me whole night. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was overall quite action packed, not bad. Now all i have left is Kung Fu Dunk that I want to go catch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 333px; height: 229px;" src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h230/lynator/photography/IMG_1257__copy.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;though today's not picture prefect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;im still happy, every single thing; i appreciate it. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ilu♥&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/5809459881137181059-5617027718892746889?l=themusiclasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/feeds/5617027718892746889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809459881137181059&amp;postID=5617027718892746889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/5617027718892746889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/5617027718892746889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/2008/02/valentines.html' title='Valentines♥~'/><author><name>lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376951479872442494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h230/lynator/photography/th_IMG_1257__copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809459881137181059.post-7044406862192608900</id><published>2008-02-13T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T01:30:01.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fallen from grace</title><content type='html'>I know I haven't been updating my blog lately, but seriously the amount of people who reads my blog? It's just not worth it, nobody tags anymore that's why I've removed the tagboard. Maybe I'm too into my life and less into others. Maybe I'm not connecting well enough in the first place. Somehow this blogging idea has lost most of its novelty. :/ Which explains the great big deal of me not updating this little corner in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason could be my studies. I feel pressured. Pressurized. I hate the feeling of being inferior, the feeling of not able to do anything, well. You could say I'm a perfectionist to some extend, I'll admit, I tend to be that way regarding certain things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel as though i need to take a breather. Go out, connect, breathe in the fresh air and just feel close to nature. I should probably set some get away time for myself per week. Even though it sounds ironic, I really don't like the city life sometimes, even though we technically AREN'T located in the city but well, singapore is a fast paced country. Even for studies wise, what we learned during sec3, my friend is learning that in university or rather college to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe nature is all I need to de-stress myself. I can't wait for Saturday to come. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s65.photobucket.com/albums/h230/lynator/?action=view&amp;amp;current=lycanotrophy__by_indiae.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 347px; height: 347px;" src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h230/lynator/lycanotrophy__by_indiae.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Though I've tried, I've fallen... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have sunk so low &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have messed up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Better I should know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So don't come round here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And tell me I told you so... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm missing you♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809459881137181059-7044406862192608900?l=themusiclasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/feeds/7044406862192608900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809459881137181059&amp;postID=7044406862192608900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/7044406862192608900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/7044406862192608900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/2008/02/fallen-from-grace.html' title='fallen from grace'/><author><name>lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376951479872442494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5809459881137181059.post-3913271999185887181</id><published>2008-02-11T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T22:24:00.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A real boyfriend.</title><content type='html'>ripped off from friendster's bulletin. :D&lt;br /&gt;felt lame posting there so i decided to post on my blog .LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she pushes you or hits you like a&lt;br /&gt;dumb ass cuz she thinks shes stronger&lt;br /&gt;than you&lt;br /&gt;[ Grab her and dont let go ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she starts cursing at you tryin&lt;br /&gt;to act all tuff&lt;br /&gt;[ Kiss her and tell her you love her ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she's quiet&lt;br /&gt;[ Ask her whats wrong ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she ignores you&lt;br /&gt;[ Give her your attention ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she pulls away&lt;br /&gt;[ Pull her back ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you see her at her worst&lt;br /&gt;[ Tell her she's beautiful ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you see her start crying&lt;br /&gt;[Just hold her and dont say a word ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you see her walking&lt;br /&gt;[ Sneak up and hug her waist from&lt;br /&gt;behind ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she's scared&lt;br /&gt;[ Protect her ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she steals your favorite shirt&lt;br /&gt;[ Let her keep it and sleep with it&lt;br /&gt;for a night]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she teases you&lt;br /&gt;[ Tease her back and make her laugh ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she doesn't answer for a long time&lt;br /&gt;[ reassure her that everything is&lt;br /&gt;okay ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she looks at you with doubt&lt;br /&gt;[ Back yourself up ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she says that she likes you&lt;br /&gt;[SHE REALLY DOES MORE THAN YOU COULD&lt;br /&gt;UNDERSTAND!!!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she grabs at your hands&lt;br /&gt;[ Hold her's and play with her&lt;br /&gt;fingers ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she bumps into you;&lt;br /&gt;[ bump into her back and make her&lt;br /&gt;laugh ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she tells you a secret&lt;br /&gt;[ keep it safe and untold ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she looks at you in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;[ dont look away until she does ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she says it's over&lt;br /&gt;[ she still wants you to be hers ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Stay on the phone with her even if&lt;br /&gt;she's not saying anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When she's mad hug her tight and&lt;br /&gt;don't let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When she says she's ok dont believe&lt;br /&gt;it, talk with her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- because 10 yrs later she'll remember&lt;br /&gt;you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Call her at 12:00am on her birthday&lt;br /&gt;to tell her you love her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Treat her like she's all that&lt;br /&gt;matters to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Stay up all night with her when&lt;br /&gt;she's sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Watch her favorite movie with her or&lt;br /&gt;her favorite show even if you think&lt;br /&gt;it's stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Give her the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Let her wear your clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When she's bored and sad, hang out&lt;br /&gt;with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Let her know she's important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Kiss her in the pouring rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When she runs up to you crying, the&lt;br /&gt;first thing you say is;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whose ass am I kicking baby?"&lt;br /&gt;^ LOL that one is pretty cute. haha there's still another one of those from friendster.&lt;br /&gt;and yeah i'm procrastinating. I know i haven't been updating lately. Caught up in my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://lynshoots.blogspot.com/"&gt;PHOTOBLOG&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809459881137181059-3913271999185887181?l=themusiclasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/feeds/3913271999185887181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809459881137181059&amp;postID=3913271999185887181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/3913271999185887181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/3913271999185887181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/2008/02/real-boyfriend.html' title='A real boyfriend.'/><author><name>lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376951479872442494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5809459881137181059.post-4260888644412893644</id><published>2008-02-08T23:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T23:49:30.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's pretty shitty after the episode at my aunt's house. I don't want to talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;Here's a bittersweet song. It's a girl version, which means i changed all the hers to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="255" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zEPpHr9e9iA&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zEPpHr9e9iA&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="255" width="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;I just remembered that time at the market&lt;br /&gt;snuck up behind me and jumped on my shopping cart&lt;br /&gt;And rode down aisle five&lt;br /&gt;you looked behind you and smile back at me&lt;br /&gt;crashed into a rack full of magazines&lt;br /&gt;they asked us if we could leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember what went wrong last September&lt;br /&gt;though i'm sure you'd remind me, if you had to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our love was, comfortable and&lt;br /&gt;so broken in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sleep with this new guy I'm still getting used to&lt;br /&gt;My friends all approve, say "He's gonna be good for you."&lt;br /&gt;They throw me high fives.&lt;br /&gt;He says the Bible is all that he reads.&lt;br /&gt;and prefers that I not use profanity&lt;br /&gt;Your mouth was so dirty&lt;br /&gt;Life of the party,&lt;br /&gt;And He swears that she's artsy,&lt;br /&gt;But you could distinguish Miles from Coltrane&lt;br /&gt;Our love was comfortable and so broken in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's perfect&lt;br /&gt;So flawless,&lt;br /&gt;Or so they say.&lt;br /&gt;Hey and&lt;br /&gt;So they say, Heyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He thinks I can't see the smile that he's fakin'&lt;br /&gt;Poses for pictures that aren't being taken.&lt;br /&gt;I loved you&lt;br /&gt;grey sweat pants&lt;br /&gt;No make up&lt;br /&gt;So perfect&lt;br /&gt;Our love was comfortable and so broken in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's perfect&lt;br /&gt;So flawless&lt;br /&gt;I'm not impressed&lt;br /&gt;I want you back&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/5809459881137181059-4260888644412893644?l=themusiclasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/feeds/4260888644412893644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809459881137181059&amp;postID=4260888644412893644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/4260888644412893644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/4260888644412893644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/2008/02/todays-pretty-shitty-after-episode-at.html' title=''/><author><name>lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376951479872442494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5809459881137181059.post-6188060570346995715</id><published>2008-02-07T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T23:39:51.841+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new year &amp; new year's eve</title><content type='html'>haha same title as my &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://lynshoots.blogspot.com/"&gt;Photo Blog&lt;/a&gt;. :D&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was New Year's Eve. It wasn't much. We had sushi from sakae and KFC for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't go much. Slept for 6hrs. Woke up at 1plus. Showered. Went online then used the computer and did a bit of dnt homework till it was 6 before going to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 9plus today. Said happy New year to my parents lol. Lazed around till 12 before getting dressed. Went to my grandma's house. Some of my cousins were already there. Ate. Took photos. Around mid noon, slowly, everyone came pouring in. My fifth aunt 'stole' my slr and went snap happy. Took family portraits of the 6 families. :D I look fugly. LOL  Went to my great grandma house. Ate and played psp.  Got sick, went off for a bit then came back. Almost fell asleep at my grandma house before dinner. It was SO BORING. I hate the new year i think. :/ I told this to my cousin and my brother. Both of them said the same thing, 'Isn't is the same thing every year?'. Wtf i don't think so, somehow this year it just didn't have the feel and maybe i was missing some loser. Ate dinner, then went to play cards with my brother and his girlfriend. Quite fun la, killed some of the boredom, if they weren't there, i would probably have died and went to heaven haha! All my cousins were so moodless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home at 8plus? Reached at 9. Took summer down with my dad haha. Super cute saw this pom. The pom was staring at summer and so was summer. Both of them were tugging on their leashes, the couple practically have to drag the pom away haha but hell how heavy can a pom be, I bet it was super easy and light. Lol They were laughing cause our dogs seem so curious about each other. CUTE LA. Imagine if they made friends. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home, showered, uploaded pictures to my photo blog and here i am. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809459881137181059-6188060570346995715?l=themusiclasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/feeds/6188060570346995715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809459881137181059&amp;postID=6188060570346995715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/6188060570346995715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/6188060570346995715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/2008/02/new-year-new-years-eve.html' title='new year &amp; new year&apos;s eve'/><author><name>lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376951479872442494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5809459881137181059.post-3313205102823902214</id><published>2008-02-07T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T12:31:25.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sexy song</title><content type='html'>♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just found a friend in one of your lies.&lt;br /&gt;To treat me to so nice, I can't believe my bones.&lt;br /&gt;They say so many things.&lt;br /&gt;They tell me I am fine, believe me I, I try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever so sweet, you make this seem.&lt;br /&gt;The way things go. It's not my fault.&lt;br /&gt;And I'll miss, I'll miss you so good.&lt;br /&gt;All of those nights we lost our way back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever so sweet, you baked it in cakes for me.&lt;br /&gt;What you left behind, it hurts my teeth.&lt;br /&gt;Bringing the past with the postcards you sent for me.&lt;br /&gt;Every line, it brings me right back down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see the wall you built for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we're not special.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm not special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever so sweet, you baked it in cakes for me.&lt;br /&gt;What you left behind, it hurts my teeth.&lt;br /&gt;Bringing the past with the postcards you sent for me.&lt;br /&gt;Every line, it brings me right back down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809459881137181059-3313205102823902214?l=themusiclasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/feeds/3313205102823902214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809459881137181059&amp;postID=3313205102823902214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/3313205102823902214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/3313205102823902214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/2008/02/sexy-song.html' title='sexy song'/><author><name>lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376951479872442494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5809459881137181059.post-5295119111020224465</id><published>2008-02-07T12:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T12:19:13.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Blog</title><content type='html'>My Photo blog. Generally everything of what I see daily and take them.&lt;br /&gt;Sick of reading words?&lt;br /&gt;Well go visit there, you know how the saying goes,&lt;br /&gt;'A picture says a thousand words.'  :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lynshoots.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lynshoots@blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809459881137181059-5295119111020224465?l=themusiclasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/feeds/5295119111020224465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809459881137181059&amp;postID=5295119111020224465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/5295119111020224465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/5295119111020224465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/2008/02/photo-blog.html' title='Photo Blog'/><author><name>lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376951479872442494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5809459881137181059.post-2469471545259790138</id><published>2008-02-05T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T21:32:17.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CAMERA. :D omg</title><content type='html'>oh my god haha. A canon EOS 400D digital slr is sitting on my table top right now. :D&lt;br /&gt;snap happy. okay. that's it. :D I'm too happy nothing else to say. haha&lt;br /&gt;TMR woo. new year eve. shopping hopefully. :))))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay i want to go for photo shoot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809459881137181059-2469471545259790138?l=themusiclasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/feeds/2469471545259790138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809459881137181059&amp;postID=2469471545259790138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/2469471545259790138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/2469471545259790138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/2008/02/camera-d-omg.html' title='CAMERA. :D omg'/><author><name>lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376951479872442494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5809459881137181059.post-8288870258705980795</id><published>2008-02-03T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T22:15:53.559+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss you. :D</title><content type='html'>Woke up pretty early today, had breakfast then lazed around in bed. Went to shower, rushed through british council homework and left. Kinda panicked cause i thought I would be late, turns out i reached earlier than xiuhui and yeejiat haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;British council was okay la I supposed. Today's lessons was not too bad. (: After that it was pouring like made, waited for the bus that was ass long. Took it back to clementi before asking my dad to send me home BECAUSE! My stocks from my blogshop had reached! Super happy and excited though not all are here. The feeling of ripping the packaging off and checking the clothes was indescribable maybe because it's my first batch. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Packed my stuff and left for JE library. TRIED to study with that loser. Managed to finish maths and question one of my poa. God. Asshole brought his laptop, which caused me to get distracted. ugh. Oh well. Packed up at around 6 plus, walked to imm. Walked around before deciding to eat at Mos burger. Tried this new burger, it was not bad but it tasted like KFC's zinger? haha kind of.  Walked around Imm and JE area till it was 8plus? Went to the bus stop and well here i am? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 364px; height: 279px;" src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h230/lynator/Love_Letters_by_minniemouse123.jpg" color="white" border="3" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can't you see that i wanna be there with open arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's empty tonight and i'm all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Get me through this one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm writing again these letters to you aren't much, I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But i'm not sleeping and you're not here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The thought stops my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want you to know that I miss you I miss you so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want you to know that I miss you I miss you so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809459881137181059-8288870258705980795?l=themusiclasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/feeds/8288870258705980795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809459881137181059&amp;postID=8288870258705980795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/8288870258705980795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/8288870258705980795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-miss-you-d.html' title='i miss you. :D'/><author><name>lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376951479872442494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5809459881137181059.post-5998238308761542390</id><published>2008-02-03T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T02:39:31.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>todayy hmmm</title><content type='html'>Woke up at 10 after sleeping at ard midnight yesterday. Loser called and talked to while waiting for my parents and breakfast to arrive haha. Ate chocolate waffle. :D Talked to my mom and shit about getting my camera. Went downstairs to look at her supposely CHEAP 15bucks red skinnies. Ended up buying NF shorts, 20bucks, red&amp;amp;white one. :D&lt;br /&gt;Went home, used the computer, did british council shit. Went to shower. By the time i was done it was raining? Geez, stupid shit i had to bring an umbrella out man.&lt;br /&gt;Met loser at JE interchange. Took bus down to bugis, walked around. He bought his bag, tried skinnies but err. zzz stupid cant fit 27 nor 26. Im like stuck in between the sizes.  I MUST LOSE WEIGHT. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left bugis and headed to Funan IT mall, walked around. Didn't really check and compare the prices of the camera i want haha. Was just randomly walking around. Ate the burrito from 7-11 .  :D After that went to marina to check out if there  were any good movies, felt hungry then headed to raffles. Ate chippy even though i was kinda sick of it haha it still rocks. :D I'm getting fat la keep eating o.m.g. Sat down and just talked for like quite long? Hah lost track of time. Took mrt back to clementi then bused back to my house. Ass there were so many bongos on the bus, wanted to sleep but couldn't zzz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized we have been meeting a lot for this whole week. Okay not a lot but more than usual. I really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt; need to study. ugh. I can't seem to do my dnt shit. It's really depressing me. DDD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s65.photobucket.com/albums/h230/lynator/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Peter_and_Wendy_by_goodnightpeter.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 377px; height: 251px;" src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h230/lynator/Peter_and_Wendy_by_goodnightpeter.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't want this moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To ever end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where every thing's nothing, without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wait here forever just to,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To see you smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cause it's true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am nothing without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Through it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've made my mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll stumble and fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But I mean these words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want you to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With everything, I won't let this go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;These words are my heart and soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I'll hold on to this moment you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As I bleed my heart out to show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I won't let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hold me tight &amp;amp; don't let go.&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/5809459881137181059-5998238308761542390?l=themusiclasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/feeds/5998238308761542390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809459881137181059&amp;postID=5998238308761542390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/5998238308761542390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/5998238308761542390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/2008/02/todayy-hmmm.html' title='todayy hmmm'/><author><name>lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376951479872442494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5809459881137181059.post-9165734160187095184</id><published>2008-02-01T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T00:14:00.281+08:00</updated><title type='text'>freaaaaaaaaak</title><content type='html'>Woke up today, ate breakfsat changed and left for school. Bumped into meiling at the canteen and siying came later. I went to the class then stoned till most people came. Met lili at class then yeah. Blahblah. Something happened which I don't really want to talk about. I don't know why it has happen and I don't want be the one who's.... yeah. Forget it.&lt;br /&gt;The CIP was not bad. It was a learning experience for me and all of us I guess but it was like really short. -shrugs-&lt;br /&gt;Got back school, debriefed, went to looked for my cousin. Before that i got caught for my dumb hair. Took bus down to bugis. It was raining geez.&lt;br /&gt;Went with my cousin to walk ard, she got her stuff before we left for marina. Went to eat chippy. :D Made my day okay la kinda. It cheered me up a little. It did help! haha.&lt;br /&gt;After my cousin left i went to look for loser at marina. Walked around, looked at stuff and just talked. Normal shit but def made my happier. Asshole made me sleepy hah!&lt;br /&gt;On the train back there were so many fuck people especially this guy, poledancing. Bascially leaning on the pole when there were MANY other people, f inconsiderate.&lt;br /&gt;Got off at clementi and took 189. FREAK haha i totally slept the whole way, missed my stop and ended up at interchange. -__- zzz Took 941 back, was like gonna sleep, want to sleep, but dont want to sleep cause i seriously don't want to end up back at the interchange AGAIN. man.&lt;br /&gt;My cousin talked to me about a lot of things today. Of some which really made quite lot of sense.&lt;br /&gt;Today i finally discover the reason why hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h230/lynator/Red_Flying_Hair_by_PreciousJas.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;f beautiful hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt;You can't make me see what you think I should know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; you don't understand where I'm coming from&lt;br /&gt;we're passing through worlds no perception in time&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the same as when I began&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me don't tell me&lt;br /&gt;what's going on inside your little world&lt;br /&gt;You say we never landed on the moon,&lt;br /&gt;you heard we never reached the sky&lt;br /&gt;then shed some light I'll lend a patient ear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me down I gotta know&lt;br /&gt;if something good could grow out on this rock&lt;br /&gt;save me one more time&lt;br /&gt;and I'll be free from the way I think it ought to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babble on&lt;br /&gt;Could I be wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A silhouette of you and me&lt;br /&gt;just negative space and time&lt;br /&gt;just reference to a simpler history&lt;br /&gt;I'd sacrifice a million nights for a moments peace with you&lt;br /&gt;reflections to dissect reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all in what we hold as being real&lt;br /&gt;when the symbol kills the substance then we've lost&lt;br /&gt;save me one more time&lt;br /&gt;and I'll be free from the alleyways of my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809459881137181059-9165734160187095184?l=themusiclasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/feeds/9165734160187095184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809459881137181059&amp;postID=9165734160187095184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/9165734160187095184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/9165734160187095184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/2008/02/freaaaaaaaaak.html' title='freaaaaaaaaak'/><author><name>lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376951479872442494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5809459881137181059.post-8085258115664237050</id><published>2008-01-31T02:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T03:47:37.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>look at these photographs</title><content type='html'>Hmm okay, I pretty much wasted my day today since there was no house practice, we got off pretty early. Went to clementi's KFC with jiat, xh, sy and xy. Lol, all the short forms. Ate and went around looking this retarded photocopying shop. Finally found it and got the chinese shit photocopied. Thanks jiat for accompanying me haha. Stupid bloody sun. I hope it bleeds dry.&lt;br /&gt;Went home wanted to take a short rest i ended up for sleeping till 11pm plus which is roughly 5hours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to learn guitarrrrr D:&lt;br /&gt;and keyboardsss man. Nvm I shall talk to my aunt when i see her during the CNY, i so wanna play BLG/paramore/S.S songs on the keyboard its way cool. hah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been looking at photography online, I really want to just get a camera. Wish, wish, wish harder!&lt;br /&gt;I guess i could if i blew all the cash i got and got my parents to sponsor me a bit. :/&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want gorgeous hair. :D but then mine now is okayyyy. But i want really really gorgeous hair. Lol i'm random, its 3:34am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photos to View.&lt;br /&gt;Excuse the unedited shit. I lost my photoshop thanks to the crashing of my computer system. :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 152px; height: 205px;" src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h230/lynator/lyn/DSC00927.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 154px; height: 205px;" src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h230/lynator/lyn/DSC00968.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Just before I went to cut. :/ I shifted my parting and fringe shit.&lt;br /&gt;2.After i cut. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 195px; height: 260px;" src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h230/lynator/lyn/DSC01005.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 195px; height: 260px;" src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h230/lynator/lyn/DSC01006.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short hair. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;♥ I'm so going get this desaturated when i get back my photoshop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 364px; height: 260px;" src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h230/lynator/My_Love_Shot__deux_by_lienosaurus.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Look at this photograph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Every time I do it makes me laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how did our eyes get so red?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I miss that town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can't replace it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I can't believe it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So hard to stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Too hard to leave it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If I could relive those days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know the one thing that would never change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Every memory of looking out the back door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It’s hard to say it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Time to say it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Goodbye, goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Every memory of walking out the front door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's hard to say it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Time to say it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Goodbye, goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at this photograph&lt;br /&gt;Every time I do it makes me laugh&lt;br /&gt;Every time I do it makes me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;I&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ♥ this song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;damnit let me get a f camera already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809459881137181059-8085258115664237050?l=themusiclasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/feeds/8085258115664237050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809459881137181059&amp;postID=8085258115664237050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/8085258115664237050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/8085258115664237050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/2008/01/look-at-these-photographs.html' title='look at these photographs'/><author><name>lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376951479872442494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h230/lynator/lyn/th_DSC00927.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809459881137181059.post-6224786237307788186</id><published>2008-01-30T00:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T01:11:05.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pissed at him today. :/</title><content type='html'>I find it ironic that so many things and turn of events could happen in just a few days.&lt;br /&gt;One moment it was good, next it would totally suck.&lt;br /&gt;This is life, guess i would have to deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;Today's lessons was fairly average, nothing new. Physics test got postpone. Assembly probably is the most interesting one ever haha. Poa remedial was alright. Speaking of poa, i still have her homework that I'm supposed to do gee. Went for history after the remedial, since we didn't complete what she told us to do, we had to sit outside the staff room and read, I didn't really mind at all actually, gave me time to studying because after I go home, I know what I'll be doing - Using the computer. Sitting outside the staffroom made me think, what happened to those days that I actually stayed in school and studied, listen to music and just talked with my friends. I want those days back but I'm sure whether it's possible due to the retarded schedule we're having now.&lt;br /&gt;Studying is gooooooood, everyone should study more haha yeah right.&lt;br /&gt;I hope our stock is coming soon, i sort of can't wait to get it.&lt;br /&gt;I still need to get my BLOODRED skinnies. bloody sunday. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 365px; height: 483px;" src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h230/lynator/New_Line_Photoshoot_by_BleedingStar.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh man i love that hair. blond black and a touch of red.&lt;br /&gt;That's what I'm going to get after i leave this school.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE scene kids. haha emo guys = LOVE :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="std_font"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Cause all the roads they lead to where you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And all the streetlights shine like they were stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; That's where you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="std_font"&gt; My heart is empty without you&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;And I need you tonight&lt;br /&gt;I'll fall asleep and it's alright&lt;br /&gt;Close my eyes and I'll be by your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's spend tonight on top of the world&lt;br /&gt;And we can do anything&lt;br /&gt;We can be anything&lt;br /&gt;I'll meet you tonight on top of the world&lt;br /&gt;As real as it seems&lt;br /&gt;You're only in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- BLG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809459881137181059-6224786237307788186?l=themusiclasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/feeds/6224786237307788186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809459881137181059&amp;postID=6224786237307788186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/6224786237307788186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/6224786237307788186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/2008/01/pissed-at-him-today.html' title='pissed at him today. :/'/><author><name>lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376951479872442494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5809459881137181059.post-3286863945401806881</id><published>2008-01-29T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T01:04:39.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i feel that hardly anyone even reads my blog anymore.&lt;br /&gt;been so caught up in my life, the blogshop, schoolwork, friends and a certain loser haha.&lt;br /&gt;it's been way too long since i last did any art, been really missing it. -sigh-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE PARAMORE! lol okay not really, i love blg more. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Lovesick melody)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say the sweetest things and I&lt;br /&gt;Can't keep my heart from singing along to the sound of your song&lt;br /&gt;My stupid feet keep moving to this 4/4 beat, I'm in time with you&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, to this 4/4 beat I would die for you (die for you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Someone stop this)&lt;br /&gt;I've gone to far to come back from here, but you don't have a clue&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't someone stop this song, so I won't sing along&lt;br /&gt;Someone stop this song, so I won't sing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never let love in so I could keep my heart from hurting&lt;br /&gt;The longer that I live with this idea, the more I sink into this 4/4 beat&lt;br /&gt;I'm in time with you&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, to this 4/4 beat I would die for you (stop this song)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gone to far to come back from here, but you don't have a clue&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;I've come to far to get over you, and you don't have a clue&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't someone stop this song, so I won't sing along&lt;br /&gt;Someone stop this song, so I won't sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your lovesick melody is gonna get the best of me tonight&lt;br /&gt;But you won't get to me if I don't sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 397px; height: 298px;" src="http://fc02.deviantart.com/fs20/f/2007/230/4/b/the_story_of_my_life_by_Wacia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809459881137181059-3286863945401806881?l=themusiclasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/feeds/3286863945401806881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809459881137181059&amp;postID=3286863945401806881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/3286863945401806881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/3286863945401806881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-feel-that-hardly-anyone-even-reads-my.html' title=''/><author><name>lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376951479872442494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5809459881137181059.post-4027168578072222556</id><published>2008-01-26T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T22:07:43.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ohstar ilu</title><content type='html'>I'm freaking in love with oh star and stop this song(lovesick melody). Rewind's pretty good as well. Heck, they all rock. I want to mass download songs. I want to sell my ipod. D: Get some crappy mp3 player cos my computer got reformatted and i'm f lazy to re transfer every shit plus the lyrics back. UGH. I dont have time to do so. D:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh star gives me a bittersweet feeling, the soft melody of the acoustic version and the simple, innocence of what the lyric conveys. That's what i want to do. That's the type of songs i want to write, Songs that can convey emotions so that the listens feels what i felt. It gives you a special type of feeling really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love hayley's voice. She's basically the one to break into the rock industry as a female vocalist and she opened the road for us otherwise, normally bands wouldn't even consider a female vocalist but now bands all over are having female vocalist. It's way common. I really want to train my voice. Aim higher, keep it solid, have depth. Music is my life, I really feel like pursuing it but I guess now's not the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REWIND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't come looking for me&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'll be right here with the words you say&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for the words to say&lt;br /&gt;You know what you did, you know&lt;br /&gt;How can anybody forget the promise that you made?&lt;br /&gt;Well this is how a promise breaks&lt;br /&gt;I always knew you'd fall through&lt;br /&gt;And now you're proof&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rewind to the first time&lt;br /&gt;And I felt it coming&lt;br /&gt;I knew it would not last&lt;br /&gt;Rewind to the first time&lt;br /&gt;And I felt it coming&lt;br /&gt;Make it quick, make it painless&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me lies just say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now you're running from me&lt;br /&gt;So cool, so scared of what you might've said&lt;br /&gt;And no one's ever looked away&lt;br /&gt;Cause we know what you did, we know&lt;br /&gt;If I told anybody that we would soon forget your name&lt;br /&gt;And you would never have a place&lt;br /&gt;I always knew you'd fall through&lt;br /&gt;And now you're proof&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't say too much, oh&lt;br /&gt;I think we've heard enough from you, oh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809459881137181059-4027168578072222556?l=themusiclasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/feeds/4027168578072222556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809459881137181059&amp;postID=4027168578072222556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/4027168578072222556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/4027168578072222556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/2008/01/ohstar-ilu.html' title='ohstar ilu'/><author><name>lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376951479872442494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5809459881137181059.post-6632601327353282136</id><published>2008-01-26T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T00:27:46.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>haha you know yesterday my mood was like so shitty.&lt;br /&gt;it was like mega moodswings.&lt;br /&gt;shitty -&gt; okay -&gt; better -&gt; shitty -&gt; better&lt;br /&gt;man. rollercoaster.&lt;br /&gt;talked to an old friend ytd.&lt;br /&gt;felt way better after talking to him.&lt;br /&gt;i sort of thoned last night, hah slept at 4plus then woke up at 6 or smth. I know i rock. thankyou haha.&lt;br /&gt;Went to school, mood was okay la. marigold claims i gave her attitude wtf, and she thinks its cos of family problems or something. Lame.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today was hell, had f cramps through out the day. Went home after chinese remedial and did my blog stuff. :D Add new items. Must support me lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://caffeinebiscuit.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://caffeinebiscuit.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to malaysia with my parents, walked a LOT but guess what, i only bought one pair of heels. hah. yes HEELS. I'm like taller than my mom when i wear them i think. :x lol Super funny.&lt;br /&gt;Slept on the ride there and back. tired. zzzz&lt;br /&gt;I feel f bloated now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809459881137181059-6632601327353282136?l=themusiclasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/feeds/6632601327353282136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809459881137181059&amp;postID=6632601327353282136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/6632601327353282136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/6632601327353282136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/2008/01/haha-you-know-yesterday-my-mood-was.html' title=''/><author><name>lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376951479872442494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5809459881137181059.post-5646876944437078530</id><published>2008-01-24T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T00:35:33.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>omfg. :D</title><content type='html'>wee. omg omg. my computer is like okay already. hahaha i dont know what my brother did man but anyway i can USE my COMP. :D plus some of my data are still inside and its faster then last time. yay yay. :D lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wrote a song today. C:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ireallydontliketobealone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;i hate those fucking shit people who has inflicted hurt on me.&lt;br /&gt;i hope you rot in hell. C:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i love the song i wrote.&lt;br /&gt;it rocks.&lt;br /&gt;i want to learn keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;i want to sing.&lt;br /&gt;i want to play the guitar.&lt;br /&gt;i want to do so many things it f hurts me.&lt;br /&gt;i hate this f-ker.&lt;br /&gt;i wish i was musically inclined&lt;br /&gt;my heart hurts real badly right now. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm wishing you are right here next to me right now.&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/5809459881137181059-5646876944437078530?l=themusiclasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/feeds/5646876944437078530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809459881137181059&amp;postID=5646876944437078530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/5646876944437078530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/5646876944437078530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/2008/01/omfg-d.html' title='omfg. :D'/><author><name>lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376951479872442494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5809459881137181059.post-4434414070194360263</id><published>2008-01-21T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T16:46:44.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>twotwotwo. :D</title><content type='html'>hahaha okay didnt blog for damn long. zz im like blogging in IT club. super slack. the lower secs are like on lab 3. we seniors are in another lab. err thursday went to ngee ann poly for open house. was okay la. but something really bad happened then totally ruin my mood. went to meet loser with christina. stupid marigold was giving me the stupid look. LOL er after that went back to jurong. slacked around then went home. bloody drained of energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday after school went out with xinyi. went for lunch then went to shop./ haha tried clothes and shit at JE this fashion. then went back to look for meiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday met xinyi and her sis at westcoast. went to clementi slacked around. then went to meiling's house ? after that left and went to isetan. ate there and went tp kranji this fashion. tried lots of stuff. bought this dress thats really really nice. :D but too big. gotta alter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday, went for british council haha it was okay la. class was quite funny. haha then after that went to eat with my parents then went to JP. bought this freaking awesome long top. :D and shopped around for shoes but cant find anything that really nice or suits. zzz i want SHOES!&lt;br /&gt;went home and showered. then went out to meet loser. went to far east to shop but wth the acessories shop is like closed? asss wanted to buy the hairband. zzz then went down to bugis to shop. lol actually he shopped la. cos i didnt see any nice DEEP MAROON RED skinnies. D: super sad. left bugis at like 10plus then took bus back to my house. met my brother on the way back man. wth ? lol damn tried went home and pretty much slept. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was not bad la okay. :D i only want to go back home. lazy ard watch tv. and go under my blanket.s its FREAKKING FFFFF cold in this lab la. and i'm wearing my jacket already. god. -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;actually even though didnt do anything much on sunday but it didnt really matter. it just feels nice. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809459881137181059-4434414070194360263?l=themusiclasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/feeds/4434414070194360263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809459881137181059&amp;postID=4434414070194360263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/4434414070194360263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/4434414070194360263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/2008/01/twotwotwo-d.html' title='twotwotwo. :D'/><author><name>lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376951479872442494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5809459881137181059.post-3094112491080228404</id><published>2008-01-16T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T23:26:09.125+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lol man i haven't blogged in ages. Feels so shitty. haha&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Monday had CCA trials for sec1. Their knowledge seem pathetic this year and the questions for the interview was way to hard.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday went to Singapore poly for media communication course. Man, got conned, i thought it was mass comm thats why i went. LOL Anyway it was okay la. some of the games were lame, some were quite hilarious. After that went to ate with my parents :D then met loser the library, wanted to study but didnt do much haha.&lt;br /&gt;Today. Wednesday. Nothing after school, hanged around with xinyi and waited for meiling to get off. Zzzz I dont want mdm koh la. so shitty she cant control the class and can't teach. I dont understand why we had to get the worse teacher. I want LYW! ughh. F unfair.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway went to get my lunch and went home did blog shit. Panicked with lili then settled some shit. hahaha. Went meet loser again haha. Er I did study la poa. :D and social studies at school. Lili came after her organ then discussed some blogshit. Left when the library was gonna close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tmr ngee ann poly. Geez i wonder if i'll go for all of the poly's open house. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please visit my blog shop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://caffeinebiscuit.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;http://caffeinebiscuit.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809459881137181059-3094112491080228404?l=themusiclasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/feeds/3094112491080228404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809459881137181059&amp;postID=3094112491080228404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/3094112491080228404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/3094112491080228404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/2008/01/lol-man-i-havent-blogged-in-ages.html' title=''/><author><name>lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376951479872442494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5809459881137181059.post-4765122058001926063</id><published>2008-01-13T02:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T02:06:43.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm went for TP and SP open house today.&lt;br /&gt;TP rocked. There were tons of stuff there and the people seem really nice and enthu haha. Would love to go there. :D&lt;br /&gt;SP in comparision sucked but i like the CCAS. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;NEW SPREE AT &lt;a href="http://caffeinebiscuit.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;http://caffeinebiscuit.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway read something cute. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;how true is it. hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a guys point of view:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't care if you talk to other&lt;br /&gt;guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't care if you're friends with&lt;br /&gt;other guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when you're sitting next to us, and&lt;br /&gt;some random guy walks into the room and&lt;br /&gt;you jump up and tackle him, without&lt;br /&gt;even introducing us, yeah, it pisses&lt;br /&gt;us off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't help if you sit there and&lt;br /&gt;talk to him for ten minutes without&lt;br /&gt;even acknowledging the fact that we're&lt;br /&gt;still there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't care if a guy calls you, but&lt;br /&gt;at 2 in the morning we do get a little&lt;br /&gt;concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is that important at 2 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;that it can't wait till the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, when we tell you you're pretty/&lt;br /&gt;beautiful/ gorgeous/ cute/ stunning, we&lt;br /&gt;freaking mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell us we're wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll stop trying to convince you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the sexiest thing about a girl&lt;br /&gt;is confidence. Yeah, you can quote me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be mad when we hold the door&lt;br /&gt;open. Take Advantage of the mood I'm&lt;br /&gt;in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let us pay for you! Don't "feel bad"&lt;br /&gt;about it We enjoy doing it. It's expected.&lt;br /&gt;Smile and say "thank you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss us when no one's watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you kiss us when you know somebody's&lt;br /&gt;looking, we'll be more impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to get dressed up for&lt;br /&gt;us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we're going out with you in the&lt;br /&gt;first place, you don't have to feel the&lt;br /&gt;need to wear the shortest skirt you&lt;br /&gt;have&lt;br /&gt;or put on every kind of makeup you own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We like you for who you are and not&lt;br /&gt;what you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i think a girl looks more&lt;br /&gt;beautiful when she's just in her pj's.&lt;br /&gt;or my tshirt and boxers, not all&lt;br /&gt;dolled up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't take everything we say seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarcasm is a beautiful thing. See the&lt;br /&gt;beauty in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get angry easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop using magazines/media as your&lt;br /&gt;bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't talk about how hot Morris&lt;br /&gt;Chesnutt, Brad Pitt, or Jesse McCartney&lt;br /&gt;is in front of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's boring, and we don't care. You&lt;br /&gt;have girlfriends for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to the word&lt;br /&gt;"handsome"/"beautiful"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809459881137181059-4765122058001926063?l=themusiclasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/feeds/4765122058001926063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809459881137181059&amp;postID=4765122058001926063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/4765122058001926063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/4765122058001926063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/2008/01/hmm-went-for-tp-and-sp-open-house-today.html' title=''/><author><name>lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376951479872442494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5809459881137181059.post-7932772980587051399</id><published>2008-01-12T00:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T01:03:31.864+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ohhh mannnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;fucking long didnt blog. zzzz i'm cursing again anyway who cares. my mood hasn't really been good lately.&lt;br /&gt;i mean moodswings by the way.&lt;br /&gt;monday was okay. i made up with xinyi btw. :D really happy about that. lol&lt;br /&gt;tuesday went out shopping which turned into semi marketing research.LOL&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday :DD&lt;br /&gt;thursday shitty tuition made me totally pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;friday stress stress. DD: damn ughhh.&lt;br /&gt;finally set up the thing me and lili had be talking about. -shushshush- :D&lt;br /&gt;got tickets to some mass comm thing at SP.&lt;br /&gt;going to SP and TP tmr for the open house.&lt;br /&gt;i hate chinese extra lessons. fucking shitty.&lt;br /&gt;-sigh- i want to earn money. :D&lt;br /&gt;dnt is killing me. oh man i'm typing like a doofus.&lt;br /&gt;brain is probably dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going out tmr. :D hope its gonna be awesome. i seriously want some shoes. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;and a new bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809459881137181059-7932772980587051399?l=themusiclasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/feeds/7932772980587051399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809459881137181059&amp;postID=7932772980587051399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/7932772980587051399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/7932772980587051399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/2008/01/ohhh-mannnnnn.html' title=''/><author><name>lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376951479872442494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5809459881137181059.post-3280187703585084381</id><published>2008-01-08T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T23:11:34.515+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;I want that fucking newurbanmale bag. UGH. D:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway &lt;a href="http://caffeinebiscuit.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://caffeinebiscuit.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feedback is good. Any items you want, tell me. We can help you check whether if it's possible to get it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809459881137181059-3280187703585084381?l=themusiclasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/feeds/3280187703585084381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809459881137181059&amp;postID=3280187703585084381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/3280187703585084381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/3280187703585084381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-want-that-fucking-newurbanmale-bag.html' title=''/><author><name>lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376951479872442494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5809459881137181059.post-7898344145613835415</id><published>2008-01-01T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T23:12:08.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year Resolutions</title><content type='html'>Sucks, its the new year's eve and i'm stoning at home. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I hate it ugh&lt;/span&gt;. Oh well since i've got time to kill. :/ I'm doing my new year resolutions for the year 2008.&lt;br /&gt;These were &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAST YEAR'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;S ONE [if i'm completed it, it'll be in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;italics&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#1&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To keep the promises i've made. &lt;/span&gt;[I think I did (:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#2&lt;/span&gt; Pick up learning keyboards [Still procrastinating. zzz :/ But i did get my own keyboards]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#3&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Improve my maths&lt;/span&gt; [I did. :D I got B3 for mid year. LOL]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#4&lt;/span&gt; I&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mprove my Art. Try more styles&lt;/span&gt;. [Figured and kinda nailed gradient shading. (:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#5&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Start eating healthy stuff, and of course LOSE WEIGHT&lt;/span&gt; [Lost 5kgs, gain back 2. ass]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#6&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Continue growing taller&lt;/span&gt; [EH. i think i grew probably 1 or 2cm. LOL]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#7&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Save at least 50bucks a week&lt;/span&gt; [I did but i had to pay for vocals.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#8&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cut short the usuage of computer for school days&lt;/span&gt; [I did on some days actually i can live without the computer now.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#9&lt;/span&gt; Stop PROCRASTINATING. [EHHHH. it's a bad habit :x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#10&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Be opptimistic &lt;/span&gt;[I AM :D]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#11&lt;/span&gt; Pick up the guitar. [-picks up the guitar- LOL okay -sigh-]&lt;br /&gt;Pretty good, dont you think so? haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for this year's resolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#1&lt;/span&gt; Make the current band better. Go for regular jams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#2&lt;/span&gt; Write at least a couple of songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#3&lt;/span&gt; Practice vocals in my own time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#4&lt;/span&gt; Focus on my studies. Try not to let anything affect/influence me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#5&lt;/span&gt; Learn to play the guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#6&lt;/span&gt; Go for private art lessons. Take up watercolors and oils if possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#7&lt;/span&gt; Save enough for a d-slr by the end of the year or when O levels end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#8&lt;/span&gt; Drop my weight to 42-40kg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#9 &lt;/span&gt;Build on my public singing skills. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007 has been a great year! or so you'd have to say haha.&lt;br /&gt;- I left lower sec and went to upper sec.&lt;br /&gt;- I top'd the class for mid terms, scored pretty well for end of year.&lt;br /&gt;- I made new friends, some of them are like quite close now. :D&lt;br /&gt;- My art improved quite a bit.&lt;br /&gt;- I got my own keyboards&lt;br /&gt;- I went for vocal lessons, learned a lot of stuff i didn't knew before.&lt;br /&gt;- I'm more confident, even with public speaking and singing though not totally.&lt;br /&gt;- I'm more social! :D&lt;br /&gt;- I had a GREAT valentines day with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;- I got over an ASSHOLE. hahaha (:&lt;br /&gt;- I STOPPED cutting myself.&lt;br /&gt;- I SKIPPED school with friends - sand &amp;amp; chubby&lt;br /&gt;- I got closer to my Dad, not that we aren't close to start with but closer.&lt;br /&gt;- I am BISEXUAL. lol hmm is that a good thing? hah.&lt;br /&gt;- I FINALLY got a ext HARD DISK.&lt;br /&gt;- I wrote songs. :D With tune haha though it sucks.&lt;br /&gt;- I formed a BAND!&lt;br /&gt;- &amp;amp;&amp;amp; last I'm no longer SINGLE. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809459881137181059-7898344145613835415?l=themusiclasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/feeds/7898344145613835415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809459881137181059&amp;postID=7898344145613835415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/7898344145613835415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/7898344145613835415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/2007/12/new-year-resolutions.html' title='New Year Resolutions'/><author><name>lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376951479872442494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5809459881137181059.post-6074425317303635672</id><published>2007-12-31T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T17:01:22.208+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOBODYS HOME</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="255" width="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UGBKY_WM0-M&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UGBKY_WM0-M&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="255" width="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I couldn't tell you why she felt that way&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; She felt it everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I couldn't help her&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I just watched her make the same mistakes again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; What's wrong&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;whats wrong now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many, too many problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Don't know where she belongs&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;where she belongs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;She wants to go home&lt;/strike&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;but nobody's home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's where she lies&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;broken inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With no place to go&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no place to go&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to dry her eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Broken inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Open your eyes and look outside&lt;/span&gt;, find the reasons why.&lt;br /&gt;You've been rejected, and now you can't find what you've left behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Be strong, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;be strong now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many, too many problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't know where she belongs,&lt;/span&gt; where she belongs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;She wants to go home&lt;/strike&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but nobody's home&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's where she lies, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;broken inside&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With no place to go, no place to go, to dry her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Broken inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Her feelings she hides.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Her dreams she can't find.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She's losing her mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She's fallen behind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She can't find her place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She's losing her faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She's falling from grace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;She's all over the place!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!! (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;She wants to go home&lt;/strike&gt;, but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nobody's home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That's where she lies&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;broken inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With no place to go, no place to go, to dry her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Broken inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She's lost inside&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lost inside&lt;/span&gt;.oh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She's lost inside, lost inside.oh oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;fuckthiscauseireallydontlikethis. imscreamingatthetopofmylungs. hopingforareply,whyisntanyonereplying. canttheyhearme?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809459881137181059-6074425317303635672?l=themusiclasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/feeds/6074425317303635672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809459881137181059&amp;postID=6074425317303635672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/6074425317303635672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/6074425317303635672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/2007/12/nobodys-home.html' title='NOBODYS HOME'/><author><name>lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376951479872442494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5809459881137181059.post-5809184210546917523</id><published>2007-12-30T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T16:51:59.972+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekends</title><content type='html'>Saturday, I met up with loser at my house's bus stop. We missed our bus, waited till the next one came, it was fucking crowded. Got on and headed to woodlands library. Copied one chinese compo, stalked people on friendster haha. Finished the shitty english's homework and got the hell irritated out of me. Chatted online and practically rotted at the library from somewhere around noon till 4plus, 5pm? Left for causeway point, looking for fooooood haha. Stupid everywhere is like damn crowded geez, i hate crowds.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway after we almost finished walking around the whole shopping mall, we finally decided on burger king. Ugh fast food. Fats. Right after i finished, felt damn bloated zzz. Sucks man. Went to the mrt station. Sat there while deciding where to go, in the end we just went to AMK hub. We walked to the top level and sort of just rottted there, talking for a few hours till it was nine? Somehow I felt closer and i definitely like that feeling. (:&lt;br /&gt;Took the mrt home and watched one episode of coffee prince before i KO-ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday. I pretty much stoned at home for the morning. Left the house at around 2plus? Went to bugis area with my mom, walked around the shopping shit. Finally bought back my slippers :D Woo, awesome haha. After dad fetched us, went back to my the hawker near our house to eat and went to IMM as mom had to buy stationary shit for her company. After that just went home and watched probably like 3-4 episodes of coffee prince? haha it's nice i guess. I have tons of shows i want to catch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 350px; height: 262px;" src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h230/lynator/oh__it_is_love_by_peregrination.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Isn't anyone trying to find me?&lt;br /&gt;Won't somebody come take me home&lt;br /&gt;It's a damn cold night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Trying to figure out this life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Won't you, take me by the hand&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;take me somewhere new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who you are but I, I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809459881137181059-5809184210546917523?l=themusiclasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/feeds/5809184210546917523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809459881137181059&amp;postID=5809184210546917523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/5809184210546917523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/5809184210546917523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/2007/12/saturday-i-met-up-with-loser-at-my.html' title='Weekends'/><author><name>lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376951479872442494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5809459881137181059.post-58557413433131436</id><published>2007-12-29T01:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T16:52:13.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kbox and dinner with cousin. :D</title><content type='html'>Okay met my cousin this afternoon at jurong east. Went for kbox, looks like there's not K student anymore, they changed the plans, it cost around 16+++ which rounds up to 23dollars. Trying out now, hope it gets retracted because its fucking expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sang from 2-5. Free extention till 7. We left at 7. Took mrt down to changi. Walked around with my cousin to find the place she's looking for? Lol then looked for foooooooooood haha. Decided on Fish &amp;amp; Co. Ordered fish and chips and new york fish and chips. Almost the same but mine has cheese. Dont order mine, sucks the cheese taste damn fucking heavy. Ordered fried calamari as well. :D Super nice. Bill came up to like 40plus haha, I splurged today la like totally and didnt have enough to pay. zzz Owed my cousin. Packed the food, loads of left overs and brought home to my mom. Took mrt back. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures ripped from my&lt;a href="http://qx-fatedlove.blogspot.com/"&gt; cousin's blog.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lGmki6LKq9s/R3UtIkXt3fI/AAAAAAAAATY/v2teofBWYWc/s1600-h/Nugget019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_lGmki6LKq9s/R3UtIkXt3fI/AAAAAAAAATY/v2teofBWYWc/s320/Nugget019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149071374193384946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;dinner C:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lGmki6LKq9s/R3UtI0Xt3gI/AAAAAAAAATg/cbYJg3PTxtk/s1600-h/Nugget009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_lGmki6LKq9s/R3UtI0Xt3gI/AAAAAAAAATg/cbYJg3PTxtk/s320/Nugget009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149071378488352258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CALAMARI~ &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809459881137181059-58557413433131436?l=themusiclasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/feeds/58557413433131436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809459881137181059&amp;postID=58557413433131436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/58557413433131436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/58557413433131436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/2007/12/kbox-and-dinner-with-cousin-d.html' title='kbox and dinner with cousin. :D'/><author><name>lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376951479872442494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_lGmki6LKq9s/R3UtIkXt3fI/AAAAAAAAATY/v2teofBWYWc/s72-c/Nugget019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809459881137181059.post-4589952977998700314</id><published>2007-12-27T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T15:33:36.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm okay went for chinGAY shit with lili. lol met her at clementi mrt. walked around then stoned at mac for the other guys to come. Said hi and shit then went down to kallang area, met another guy called Hwee. So in total 6 people, Lili, me, jack, sheng rong?, benjamin and hwee. Went to eat then walked to that place we were like late? But when we got there some people were like having dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the auditorium for the briefing shit then played ice breaker games which i didnt really like. Sort of pet peeve of mine? Played the trees and squirrel game lol and octopus game? geez all weird games. after that watched performance. got circus people haha yoyos and inline skates?&lt;br /&gt;we did some weird exercise shit to get into the pace and stuff. lame la lol. had one more briefing then released us.&lt;br /&gt;everyone there was like one group one group zzz. i dont really like. anyway we still need more people if interested please TAG for IM me on msn for more INFO. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that saw the circus people they drank petrol or dont know what and spit into the flames. damn BLOODY CHIO LA. i wantttttttt. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lili wanted to drink. nobody wanted to buy for her. sad case. lol or rather all not of age stupid. went with the group to eat then took mrt back. loser and ben got on and after that just went home. zzzzzzz lazy blog another post coming up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809459881137181059-4589952977998700314?l=themusiclasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/feeds/4589952977998700314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809459881137181059&amp;postID=4589952977998700314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/4589952977998700314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/4589952977998700314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/2007/12/hmm-okay-went-for-chingay-shit-with.html' title=''/><author><name>lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376951479872442494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5809459881137181059.post-1970725563822599415</id><published>2007-12-25T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T15:36:00.031+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHRISTMAS :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-style: italic;font-size:10;" &gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/" title="FoxyTunes - Web of music at your fingertips"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i'm blogging back to time. This post happened on christmas eve and christmas. ignore the language =)&lt;br /&gt;Woo okay i met lili in the morning. lol She was mega slow even though i woke up last minute and rushed out of my house, i reached on time. :D Met her at clementi, went down to jurong, ate hotdogs for breakfast. LOL Then we went to meet the seller of something la haha. Went down to vivo's topshop, wanted to look for clutch but zzz didnt have the one i wanted, super suck. went to look around for clothes, tried some together with lili LOL we both took sizes too big haha.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway met rezza after that went to walk around in vivo, walked back to harbour. Then left for plaza sing area there. Went to some music shop that rezza wanted to go to buy guitar strap and picks ? After that went to mac because some sausage kept wanting to eat eat eat.&lt;br /&gt;LOL Anyway after that went to arcade for a while before going to far east plaza. Went to x-craft, replaced my lost checkered band and bought extras (: Bought bloodRED friendship band as well haha lili got pink black and white colored one if i'm not wrong. Rezza bought some bracelet and necklace lol. Haha kept crapping at far east and on the bus way home. Lili was like a bit mad and retarded that day kept calling people bongo and cracker. hahaha. Rezza's grandma is a sausage or did he say was? LOl smartass. hahaha. stupid bongo Sausage english also nothing much hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway dropped off at jurong, went home for dinner - steamboat and hotplate. Not bad i guess, ate a lot of shit. Stupid crap anyway stomach felt unwell after that zzzzz. Rushed out of my house at around 9pm to jurong east. Met two crackers there or rather one cracker and one coffee cracker LOL. Caught the movie - 'I am Legend', er it was okay, not really that good because the trailer showed the nice parts but the movie didnt ended that way i thought it was supposed to, the ending is like kind of crap and it seemed short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another cracker came lol, took bus down to west bowl there zzzzzzz. They went to play pool lol i'm like not supposed to enter but i did anyway la stupid keep saying i look like little kid wtf. Nevermind, at least i dont look OLD. haha. They played pool for like 2hrs? I don't know lol, anyway played psp and watched them a bit. After that we left and walked to west coast area, crackers went to eat lol then went to play lan? Lol stonage. Anyway played till 6plus am and went to market bus stop and took bus back. Got home and surprisingly didn't KO lol, still manage lazed ard till around 7plus before i slept? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Merry Christmas! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809459881137181059-1970725563822599415?l=themusiclasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/feeds/1970725563822599415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809459881137181059&amp;postID=1970725563822599415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/1970725563822599415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/1970725563822599415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/2007/12/im-blogging-back-to-time.html' title='CHRISTMAS :)'/><author><name>lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376951479872442494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5809459881137181059.post-916703378772837705</id><published>2007-12-23T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T15:34:33.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inevitable</title><content type='html'>Well let's see... I have a sudden urge to blog in the middle of the night at 1:11am. Gee.&lt;br /&gt;Basically been training my vocals, i hope to like set a side a time everyday and practice, i know it's not going to be easy but i'm going to do it for my dream.&lt;br /&gt;Had a sudden urge to listen to the great escape by BLG as well.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, christmas is coming and I don't think i have any plans except dinner with parents and maybe head out after that? -shrug- I'm not exactly the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;holy &lt;/span&gt;person. LOL&lt;br /&gt;Private joke ^^. Oh yeah i have a suddenly urge to splurge as well. I have only about 100bucks on hand? Gee, lets see i want to get red skinnies, clutch/bag, dress/longtop and maybe shoes. omg :/&lt;br /&gt;Hope my hunt would be successfully on monday :D Going out with lili haha. I want CLOTHES.&lt;br /&gt;Aside from that, the chinese composition remains untouched by me :D oh joy. I dread doing them actually I have nothing to write and my chinese pretty much sucks.&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh shit. a pimple's coming out crap. thanks man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, im super in love with this song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 346px; height: 230px;" src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h230/lynator/stop_the_broken_time_by_fikriw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/iX7fPoeBrv/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/iX7fPoeBrv/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you remember&lt;/span&gt; when we were just kids&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cardboard boxes took us miles&lt;/span&gt; from what we would miss&lt;br /&gt;Schoolyard conversations taken to heart&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;laughter&lt;/span&gt; took the place of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everything we knew we were not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;break every clock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hands of time could never move again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We could &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stay in this moment&lt;/span&gt; (stay in this moment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For the rest of our lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it over now hey, hey, is it over now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be your last, first kiss&lt;br /&gt;That you'll ever have&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be your last, first kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing how life &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;turns out the way that it does&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;end up hurting&lt;/span&gt; the worst, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;only ones we really love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna break every clock&lt;br /&gt;The hands of time could never move again&lt;br /&gt;We could stay in this moment (stay in this moment)&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of our lives&lt;br /&gt;Is it over now hey, hey, is it over now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be your last, first kiss&lt;br /&gt;That you'll ever have&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be your last, first kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it over now hey, hey, is it over now&lt;br /&gt;Is it over how hey, hey, it's not over now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be your last, first kiss&lt;br /&gt;That you'll ever have (that you'll ever have)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be your last, first love (that you'll ever have)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Till you're lying here beside me with arms and eyes open wide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be your last, first kiss for all time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow it brings back bittersweet memories, evokes feelings inside of you that been kept, hidden away from the world. At least that is what is it for me, every time i hear this song, i feel so at ease.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809459881137181059-916703378772837705?l=themusiclasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/feeds/916703378772837705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809459881137181059&amp;postID=916703378772837705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/916703378772837705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/916703378772837705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/2007/12/inevitable.html' title='Inevitable'/><author><name>lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376951479872442494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5809459881137181059.post-5791858277333674826</id><published>2007-12-20T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T15:34:38.064+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one month. :D</title><content type='html'>woke up mega early today zzzz. called loser then went back to sleep. woke up again at say around... 850plus? Saw my mom next to me, i was like WTF? arent you supposed to be at work? WAKEUPLA! then she was like, '....todays a public holiday.' like wthhhhh lol i totally didnt know? Geez.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway lazed around then went to neopets hahaha it was like pouring outside. got dad to buy breakfast for me. :D Ate, changed and went out.&lt;br /&gt;Met loser at clementi then went to kbox lol. The food there is like crap, plus it was super cold cause of the bloody rain. zzz Was freezing inside haha anyway sang songs like 1/2 english, 1/2 chinese? LOL hell i think i sang a lot. hahaha i saw somebody there. LOLOL.&lt;br /&gt;After that took mrt down to harbour/vivo area and pretty much walked around for 1hr plus to kill time? Then left for plaza sing. Walked around, went to yamaha. Super tempted, kinda haha. Went to the Cathay bought tickets for the movie, 'National Treasure'. Walked around since i'm a loser and have never been there. LOL. okay thats like embarrassing. Anyway went back to plaza sing, wander wander. couldn't decided where to eat since it was like full of people? then we left and decided to eat at LJS. lol. I think i'm sick of all fast food except KFC. :D No idea why maybe pizza hut but that gets sick for maybe 1 or 2 slice. Left after like one group of 'bengs' came in lol not really bengs la but i dont like those type of people lol. The movie was like not bad i guess, quite interesting. :D But mega longgggg. It was like almost as long as the golden compass? After that took bus back to my house. haha cute keyring. keychain whatever. :D Had fun today. :)) lol anyway im like rushing cos sch rumble started already. ahhh. SIAN. hope its not filter crap. lol or i'll smack someone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809459881137181059-5791858277333674826?l=themusiclasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/feeds/5791858277333674826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809459881137181059&amp;postID=5791858277333674826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/5791858277333674826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/5791858277333674826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/2007/12/one-month-d.html' title='one month. :D'/><author><name>lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376951479872442494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5809459881137181059.post-7779165519643182854</id><published>2007-12-18T19:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T15:34:51.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wooo wth. haha long time didnt blog</title><content type='html'>woo hell. i haven't blogged in ages. okay lets recap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;saturday&lt;/span&gt; i stonned at home i think. yeahhhh. i can't remember. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt; i stoned for the whole afternoon then during evening i went to loser's house for a while to watch shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;monday&lt;/span&gt; i went to school. WOO. OMG :D I ROCK COS I FINISHED MATHS! lol thats gay la but wtf. mega happy. left with chinese and english. geez. probably gonna do english now before doing chinese. chinese is gay. zzzz. cheena! haha. Stayed at school for like 3hours, saw a lot of council people haha. then left the school at noon, went to jurong kfc for lunch. walked around. took bus down to queensway, walked and looked for school shoes, but all like crap dont have nice pure white shoes haha wth. i might just wear my converse one and see who's the teacher next year first before buying. lol after that went down to paya leba there or rather gay-lang road. LOL. okay la its geylang. anyway wanted to do hair extensions. fucking lot of people, or actually ah lians, plus they dont take nets so we just left. took bus 51 back to west coast and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today went for tuition. took fucking long to do the questions and shit. it was like freezing in there. left and met lili, her brother and the brother's girlfriend. lol okay long.  went to eat then went to walk ard. stupid wanted to go up on the bridge in the end got hell load of mud only. zzzz anyway lili's brother seriously remind me of bryan the voice and the way he talks. lol darker version only. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809459881137181059-7779165519643182854?l=themusiclasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/feeds/7779165519643182854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809459881137181059&amp;postID=7779165519643182854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/7779165519643182854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/7779165519643182854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/2007/12/wooo-wth-haha-long-time-didnt-blog.html' title='wooo wth. haha long time didnt blog'/><author><name>lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376951479872442494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5809459881137181059.post-8483558817326449655</id><published>2007-12-14T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T15:34:49.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>woo. im blogging back in time lol. okay thats lame la. its actually sunday but i set the date as friday, cause its friday's entry? lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;er i met jiat in the morning and went out. We went to kbox! woo :D&lt;br /&gt;super high, sang a lot of songs and sang gou ai and zhong ji yi ban. haha.&lt;br /&gt;I sang like quite a lot of songs, keep getting high lol.&lt;br /&gt;Then after that went out to marina square area as jiat wanted to buy clothes, walked around till she bought. haha. She saw this salesgirl almost wanted to ask for no. but high doubt the person is like bi la. Waited for her friend to come, the dude is like so retarded, freak i can't stand him, fucking anti-social and no socializing skills. LOL :x&lt;br /&gt;but then i shouldn't say him la cause i'm not any better last time either but wth man, its like if people talk to you, REPLY la at least. zzzz.&lt;br /&gt;Walked around with that person trailing behind us till like its was time to go back? Took mrt back to clementi with jiat.&lt;br /&gt;Met loser and took train down to harbour lol. Went to buy tickets for the show Golden Compass. Stupid all the time slots from 8 onwards all the way till like 9plus, left like the front seats only. Mega sian.  In the end we just took like the 8.30 slot? Went out to the top level of vivo and walked around till the show was going to start. The movie was not bad la haha the animated animals were super cute. (((: But it was damn long 2hrs, but i'd say it's worth a watch haha.&lt;br /&gt;After the show it was like 10.30? Went back home showered and caught school rumble haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809459881137181059-8483558817326449655?l=themusiclasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/feeds/8483558817326449655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809459881137181059&amp;postID=8483558817326449655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/8483558817326449655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/8483558817326449655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/2007/12/woo.html' title=''/><author><name>lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376951479872442494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5809459881137181059.post-2254695817263749749</id><published>2007-12-12T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T15:35:00.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm okay met aik at her house there, WAY EARLY in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;it was sort of drizzling so we took a bus down to school.&lt;br /&gt;Went and did one chinese compo, started on another one i guess. haha. Noob standard!&lt;br /&gt;then stoned kinda, listened to music, sang blahblah.&lt;br /&gt;felt bored, restless, went out for a run outside school, when it was drizzling.&lt;br /&gt;haha anyway came down with flu but i think now okay already.&lt;br /&gt;then after she finished her compo, we went to harbour front, ate and went to shop ard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got sick of there and went to vivo, bought a tee from ripcurl, it way awesome. :DLove it like woo. haha Then wandered around till we got back to harbour,went to buy some crappy slippers haha i got lime and she bought purple,we switched lol that's basically the whole point of us buying the slippers actually. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took 143 back home with her and went home with my parents.&lt;br /&gt;found out that i had a eff-ing flu. took tablets and KO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. we sort of cam-whored yesterday haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_sf4s8qYBHTc/R1_XOJjdMYI/AAAAAAAAAcU/NVPJNZTBQk4/s320/DSC00566.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143065937563169154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809459881137181059-2254695817263749749?l=themusiclasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/feeds/2254695817263749749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809459881137181059&amp;postID=2254695817263749749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/2254695817263749749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/2254695817263749749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/2007/12/hmm-okay-met-aik-at-her-house-there-way.html' title=''/><author><name>lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376951479872442494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_sf4s8qYBHTc/R1_XOJjdMYI/AAAAAAAAAcU/NVPJNZTBQk4/s72-c/DSC00566.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809459881137181059.post-8807206014078139593</id><published>2007-12-11T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T15:35:27.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>err okay. met lili at my house there kinda, haha went up to my house stoned for a while took the drinks and shit then went to buy food for some lazy people haha.&lt;br /&gt;then took bus down to ben house. loser was already there. we sort of stoned and used comp haha i was like mega youtubing lol. then after that watched benchwarmers, quite funny la the movie. then after that we like drank. Split the bottle with lili. Fooled around with the massage chair. haha. then went to friendster and stalk people .LOL after we left, went to meet chris for dinner but then lili had to rush home? dot so it was like 4 people only then went down to WCP for who knows what reason. chris bright idea. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809459881137181059-8807206014078139593?l=themusiclasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/feeds/8807206014078139593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809459881137181059&amp;postID=8807206014078139593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/8807206014078139593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/8807206014078139593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/2007/12/err-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376951479872442494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5809459881137181059.post-2130869155626743290</id><published>2007-12-09T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T15:35:44.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sooo. Yeah let's recap, i pretty much stoned all of yesterday? Went out with parents for dinner and came back that's it. Watched x-family but pretty much lost interests.  :x haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, hmmm i drew, sketch and did digital shit .haha. neopets LOL yeah call me lame whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 360px; height: 310px;" src="http://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h230/lynator/neopets/DSC00516__LIGHTEReditSMALL.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to think its cute. :b&lt;br /&gt;hmm anyway yeah i sort of changed my style, to gradient shading, I really like the out come so i'd probably keep this style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm was online till 4pm? Before i went off to watch huan huan ai. Then went out dinner at west coast, went to jurong point with my parents and bought vodka for tmr. lili you owe me hahah joking. then went home. lol&lt;br /&gt;boringboringboring.&lt;br /&gt;geez. hope can like go out tmr lol. after all vodka one bottle nothing much to drink. dont want to stone at home. zzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH. boredoom. I just drew and drew lol. sian.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna train for paramore's brighter. hahaha. cant exactly nail one part. zzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;oh man. why do i have nothing to blog about. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809459881137181059-2130869155626743290?l=themusiclasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/feeds/2130869155626743290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809459881137181059&amp;postID=2130869155626743290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/2130869155626743290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/2130869155626743290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/2007/12/sooo.html' title=''/><author><name>lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376951479872442494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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://i65.photobucket.com/albums/h230/lynator/neopets/th_DSC00516__LIGHTEReditSMALL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5809459881137181059.post-6009233361752666303</id><published>2007-12-08T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T00:55:12.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Check out &gt;&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://fashionshoppers.blogspot.com/"&gt;fashionshoppers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for clothes or accessories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrighttttttt. :D&lt;br /&gt;i finally got the new layout up! haha&lt;br /&gt;been fixing and coding and editing it forever since firefox is a bitch to me and keeps hanging while i was in the midst of editing it.&lt;br /&gt;hehe. TURQUOISE rocks.&lt;br /&gt;hmm okay today was not bad i guess.&lt;br /&gt;I stayed home all day, i woke up pretty early haha.&lt;br /&gt;saw my dad in the morning haha which is pretty rare since i tend to sleep till 11am or 12pm and he is usually out by then?&lt;br /&gt;I did warms up and vocalization? Still not prefect but i was able to go higher than normal while practicing at home, improvement. :D&lt;br /&gt;Doodled some stuff on the dnt sketch book haha, i can imagine the look on mr tan face when he opens my sketch books, full of animals. geez. LOL&lt;br /&gt;watched x-family till like episode 40+? 2 more discs left i think. GREAT. i want to start on huan huan ai already i'm so sicked of it kinda, cause i feel the show is totally like so draggy?&lt;br /&gt;i fell asleep while watching the show lolol, shows how i am into it... not.&lt;br /&gt;i think i want to go back drawing back to DA. totally miss it. Oh yeah i stopped my vocals thats why i was so free today. The attitude of the workers there suck, their customer service is MEGA sucky? It used to be okay in the beginning, say all the nice things but as time pass, their attitude like 180degrees of change. seriously wtf? Anyway i dont know if i'll go back, we shall see when school starts? I'll just try to practice on my own first, maybe look for another school? -shrug-&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah been kinda learning swan lake on the keyboards haha i want to get scores from my aunt hmmm. shall see maybe i'll go tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I shall be off to watch x-family and pray and hope that i finish it soon. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809459881137181059-6009233361752666303?l=themusiclasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/feeds/6009233361752666303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809459881137181059&amp;postID=6009233361752666303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/6009233361752666303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/6009233361752666303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/2007/12/check-out-fashionshoppers-for-clothes.html' title=''/><author><name>lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376951479872442494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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-5809459881137181059.post-747006343689308830</id><published>2007-12-06T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T15:35:51.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MAIDENPOST</title><content type='html'>Sian okay, so blogdrive went down.&lt;br /&gt;Great i'm not sure whether if it's permenant or temporary but i needed and wanted to blog so here is this blog? The layout was created way long ago, last year i guess, noob skills haha can't blame. Anyway i wanted something fresh since i've never used this, i thought why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4th december TUESDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went for tuition. it was okay. finished everything quite fast because it was all revision stuff, vectors is okay i guess haha.&lt;br /&gt;after that met lili and went to eat with her. she then took up this 'hill' shit and to this bridge, with the old railway track thing. kinda cool to just thon there? haha but after what lili told me i feel so zzzz. its like kinda haunted maybe? i dont know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="photoImgDiv2091508190" style="width: 322px;" class="photoImgDiv"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2042/2091508190_6dcceeefa1.jpg?v=0" alt="" onload="show_notes_initially();" class="reflect" height="240" width="320" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm the bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="photoImgDiv2090718243" style="width: 242px;" class="photoImgDiv"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2319/2090718243_253c26f4a1.jpg?v=0" alt="" onload="show_notes_initially();" class="reflect" height="320" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice sky haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="photoImgDiv2090718143" style="width: 242px;" class="photoImgDiv"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2104/2090718143_88da8d45fd.jpg?v=0" alt="" onload="show_notes_initially();" class="reflect" height="320" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="photoImgDiv2091500494" style="width: 242px;" class="photoImgDiv"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2373/2091500494_6631cdeda7.jpg?v=0" alt="" onload="show_notes_initially();" class="reflect" height="320" width="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lolol. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="photoImgDiv2091500344" style="width: 242px;" class="photoImgDiv"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2070/2091500344_c4d7aee4ef.jpg?v=0" alt="" onload="show_notes_initially();" class="reflect" height="320" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;what we left behind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm we were half way through the bridge then loser called lol joined us like after lili also died explaining the way haha.&lt;br /&gt;sent lili home then went to marina sq :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5th december WEDNESDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;met lili at her block at 10.30. it was like drizzling. went to mac. saw chris, mel and one whole group of holy people. LOL. like cell group like that haha. er lili was kinda pissed i guess lol anyway ate then went back to lili house before heading to JE library.&lt;br /&gt;Found a spot and sat down to do maths, did like 3 questions before losing my focus haha. Went to read this book called 'Vampire High', i think i've read it before? Kinda had a dejavu feeling while i was reading. It poured like mad outside la, chris and mel went to look for those relationships books lol took one whole pile haha. Waited till we were damn bored before leaving the library.&lt;br /&gt;Went to eat with lili before going to jurong point and met chris there. Shopped a bit i guess. I blew all of my money? haha i guess i'm a poor person now.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah we took neoprints earlier on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="photoImgDiv2091500718" style="width: 377px;" class="photoImgDiv"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 242px; height: 323px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2032/2091500718_225b26a7c3.jpg?v=1196955466" alt="" onload="show_notes_initially();" class="reflect" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="photoImgDiv2090718657" style="width: 290px;" class="photoImgDiv"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 241px; height: 317px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2371/2090718657_abdd3592aa.jpg?v=1196955455" alt="" onload="show_notes_initially();" class="reflect" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="photoImgDiv2090718657" style="width: 290px;" class="photoImgDiv"&gt;&lt;div id="photoImgDiv2090718657" style="width: 290px;" class="photoImgDiv"&gt;&lt;div id="photoImgDiv2091500668" style="width: 377px;" class="photoImgDiv"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 241px; height: 322px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2401/2091500668_656e705e85.jpg?v=1196955477" alt="" onload="show_notes_initially();" class="reflect" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="photoImgDiv2090718451" style="width: 377px;" class="photoImgDiv"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 242px; height: 310px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2400/2090718451_0e54a3a16d.jpg?v=1196955488" alt="" onload="show_notes_initially();" class="reflect" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TODAY 6th &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;december&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;pretty much stoned at home today. i watched x-family till i was bored out of my brains.&lt;br /&gt;I dug up a couple of art books and started sketching. wolves are awesome. :D&lt;br /&gt;went out for dinner and came back. pretty much thats it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="photoImgDiv2091500890" style="width: 258px;" class="photoImgDiv"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2104/2091500890_260d761488.jpg?v=0" alt="" onload="show_notes_initially();" class="reflect" height="192" width="256" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad's car is rad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foxytunes.com/signatunes/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5809459881137181059-747006343689308830?l=themusiclasts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/feeds/747006343689308830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5809459881137181059&amp;postID=747006343689308830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/747006343689308830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5809459881137181059/posts/default/747006343689308830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themusiclasts.blogspot.com/2007/12/blahblahblah.html' title='MAIDENPOST'/><author><name>lyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376951479872442494</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><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>
